I am a villain and a rebellious disciple, making all the fairy masters compete to favor me.

Ordinary people may not be able to detect it, but immortal cultivators with extraordinary strength can clearly feel the direction in which this bloody wisp of blood is flowing.

The mountain behind Feng Family, the Garden of Ember Wood...

Bai Shi'an withdrew his gaze from the tragically dead sparrow and lightly dusted it with his right hand.

In an instant, the sparrow that had died on the table and made a mess was turned into powder in a ball of fire.

The collected stinking blood also evaporated into blood mist in the flames.

Another gust of night wind blew by, and the previous frightening scene in the Immortal Master's Mansion was no longer there.

The unpleasant smell of blood was completely replaced by Fairy Xianxia's body fragrance.

"Although a sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, it is no different from a human being."

"How did it die, and where was the blood essence absorbed after death..."

"Presumably Fairy Xianxia must be very clear in her heart?"

Bai Shi'an chuckled gently.

First, he had a good time with Nian Nu, and then he had a long time with the fairy aunt in front of him.

Bai Lao Mo was hungry and ate another cake.

The height of the delicacies in the food box gradually decreased, and the cakes that could kill sparrows with just a few crumbs had no effect on Bai Shian...

"impossible……"

"I do not believe!"

"How could Haitang harm me?!"

Luo Xianxia frowned and shook her head decisively.

The two first met in the ordinary market. At that time, Feng Haitang was only thirteen or fourteen years old...

The two women were friends for many years, but their love grew over time...

Recalling the time when they first met, Feng Haitang often asked Luo Xianxia about "immortality".

Luo Xianxia patiently answered it, but the Feng family has been unable to practice for generations.

"Mr. Xianxia, ​​if the Qi sea is not opened, is it really impossible to cultivate immortality..."

"Maybe it's because the immortal fate has not yet arrived..."

Feng Haitang, who knew the cause and effect, did not have any big troubles and still addressed Luo Xianxia as "Sir" for a time.

Later, I asked more questions. As Feng Haitang grew older, the relationship between the two women gradually changed subtly.

Until recently, Jiuchen Study Hall in Qingye Southern Territory called for the formation of the "Southern Territory Immortal Alliance"

Forced by the fact that the sect was about to be annexed, the intersection between Luo Xianxia and Feng Haitang, who was unwilling to rely on others, reached its peak.

This has all happened in recent years, and the casting plan for the divine sword "Wu Chi" was also drawn up during this period of time.

As for the spiritual tree...

Luo Xianxia herself didn't know much about it, she just knew that there was such a tree in the underground palace in the back hill of Feng family.

Bai Shi'an walked slowly in the Immortal Master's Mansion, putting back the candles he had taken off the candlestick, and then put down the sect leader's notes that he was reading.

All the above were written down by Luo Xianxia herself.

"I didn't expect you to bring the sect leader's notes to Fengjiabao."

"Do you really think of this place as your home?"

Bai Shi'an narrowed his eyes and smiled, and straightened the bookshelf that he had just moved.

There are also a few unexpected account books on it.

You can probably guess it without reading... what is recorded in it is not money, but human lives.

"Those are all written randomly by me...what's interesting?"

"What does bringing the Feng family have to do with you?"

"And I will never believe what you said!"

Luo Xianxia's pretty face turned red and her beautiful eyes stared!

Who wouldn't be shy if the diary was shown to others...

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

Bai Shi'an shrugged, with an indifferent look on his face.

"Ha...it's so mysterious."

"This is not the time Haitang brought me food. Besides, you ate it too!"

Just as Luo Xianxia finished speaking, a dark purple python suddenly appeared!

The giant python wrapped around Bai Shi'an and guarded him, its terrifying snake teeth dripping with crystal venom...

Luo Xianxia was startled for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she subconsciously drew her sword to meet him.

But when Bai Shi'an summoned "Thousand Poison Shadows", Luo Xianxia also roughly understood why this little prostitute and thief was okay...

"There is a kind of maggot that is as poisonous as a tarsal bone..."

"Tomorrow Feng Haitang will ask you to go to the underground palace with her. It's up to you."

Bai Shi'an's voice was calm, and suddenly it turned into wisps of dark red aura and disappeared from the place.

Luo Xianxia's tightly clenched hands slowly loosened her grip, and her beautiful eyes silently glanced at the exquisite food box sent by Feng Haitang...

……

Before

late at night……

Fengjiabao. Main Hall

Walking through the corridor beside the pond on a moonlit night, He De looked anxiously around a cluster of shrubs.

The old man stood on tiptoe and looked at the boudoir on the right side of the main hall. He sniffed vigorously, as if he could smell Feng Haitang's body fragrance.

Withdrawing his gaze, the old man looked at the ground in front of him again...

The empty ground made Old Man He feel disappointed and scratching his head.

"The wife of the house promised to give the old man my fragrant shoes..."

"Without the lady's fragrant shoes... No! Without the lady's high heels, how can I sleep tonight, old man!"

"Madam...Madam!"

He De's whole body was hot, and his linen trousers sewn with rags were already ragged...

The old man couldn't bear it, so he simply put his hand in!

Suddenly, a faint wisp of female body fragrance floated slowly in the air, and it got closer and closer...

"lady……!"

"It smells like the housekeeper's wife!"

He De's eyes turned red, and he kept imagining Feng Haitang's appearance in his mind. His nostrils were like a cow's, greedily inhaling the body fragrance crazily!The speed of the right hand is also increasing!

"Hehe~ If Madam doesn't give me my fragrant shoes, I'll give you today's share!"

His heavy breathing drowned out the chirping of insects in the night. Old Man He trembled all over and his legs trembled...

At this time, a cold and lonely pretty face appeared under the moonlit night.

Feng Haitang, with golden branches and jade leaves, wears a cyan brocade dress that fits her body closely, outlining her attractive and feminine figure, especially her breasts, which are tall and full, and her legs are slender and her feet are delicate...

The mature and charming woman cast her gaze and silently glanced at the bulge in the old man's trousers...

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PS: The sword-making chapter in the Southern Territory is almost coming to an end. Today is still the third update...

Section 199 # Volume [-]: The Wind Rises in the Imperial Capital: Chapter [-] Get up, I don’t blame you

The short, fat He De closed his eyes tightly, with a greedy and obscene smile on his face...

The linen trousers sewn with rags moved around, and Old Man He gasped and groaned slightly.

He stood on tiptoes and used his mouth and tongue together to suck and lick as much of the house owner's sweet fragrance as he could in the air~

The old handyman who has completely lost his mind, now all he can think about is Feng Haitang's cool and pretty face, her tall and tall figure...

It was as if the mature and charming wife of the housekeeper was right in front of him, an old man, for him to enjoy~

"Madam... Madam of the house!"

"Since you refused to give me the fragrant shoes I wore as promised, then don't blame me for giving everything I have saved for a long time to you, madam!"

A rough growl...

He De took one last deep breath of the feminine fragrance in the air, and the old man opened his mouth and twitched violently!

A pair of thick and short old Han legs were shaking continuously, and the muscles of his right arm covered by fat were a little sore...

"call……"

"This time... I should be able to get a ninety percent score, right?"

Old Man He took out his right hand, regardless of what was on it or the smell, and shook it loosely.

While shaking his arms, the old man thought to himself...

This is He De's habit. Every time he finishes something, he will be graded by himself.

Summarize and summarize, only in this way can we make progress and strive to do more, longer and stronger next time!

The short, fat and fat He De turned his arm and shook his right hand that had just been withdrawn and was still stained with material.

Inadvertently, a ray of essence splashed from the old man's broad fingers...

Just in time

Under the moonlit night, Feng Haitang's cold and lonely pretty face appeared...

The mature and charming woman lowered her gaze and silently glanced at the bulge in the old man's trousers.

Immediately, he slowly raised his slender hand, and wiped the dirty white stain on the corners of his lips with his green jade fingers...

The originally ethereal beauty of a woman suddenly appeared in front of her.

Old Man He sniffed fiercely, his eyes lit up and a stream of energy and blood suddenly rushed to the top of his head!

But when he woke up from the fire of desire, the blood on his face had already turned pale...

"Home... Madam of the house?!"

He De froze in place.

He was originally afraid that the wife of the house would blame him for his ugly and disgusting old behavior, but unexpectedly, his dim old eyes happened to catch Feng Haitang wiping his own dirt with his fingertips!

Such a charming, beautiful and ugly moment intertwined, the paleness on the old man's face instantly turned into ecstasy!

"Madam... Madam's clean woman's body was soiled by me, an old man!"

"The soft and tender hand touches the old man's mine...! It's still at the corner of the mouth!"

"Madam...Madam! ~Eat~!"

With just one glance, He De's linen trousers sewn with rags started to move again...

He De lowered his head and did not dare to move, but in his mind he was wildly imagining Feng Haitang's coquettish appearance of opening her small mouth and sticking out her tongue, tasting and swallowing.

But things backfired...

Feng Haitang looked away and looked at the dirt stained on her fingertips.

The pungent smell made her frown slightly, and she soon knew what it was...

The old man's dirty face was stained on his delicate hands, but Feng Haitang didn't seem to have any intention of getting angry, and was surprisingly calm.