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

"What's the matter? It's late at night, why don't you sleep?"

The lady of the house is all dignified, but her pretty face is indifferent and cold.

Feng Haitang's female voice was so smooth and beautiful that it made old man He tremble slightly just hearing it!

Vulgar words come to mind...

"If the wife of the house is willing to sleep with me, how can I stay up so late all night long?"

I muttered in my heart, the crimson fantasy in my mind became more and more real...

The bulge in the linen trousers sewn with rags was obvious. He De held his anus in place, not daring to reveal his filth and ugliness in front of Feng Haitang.

Of course, I was just talking in my heart. On the surface, He De still knelt on the ground with his knees bent and "Bang!"

"The old slave was reckless and didn't know that the lady was here! The result... ended up defiling the lady's body!"

"Madam! This old slave deserves death, but death is not a pity!"

Old man He kowtowed dozens of times to Feng Haitang. While kowtowing, he secretly glanced at the delicate and beautiful feet of a mature and feminine woman under the high-slit skirt.

He deliberately and boldly talked to Feng Haitang about "defiling" her body, in order to satisfy the perverted stimulation in his heart~

Anyway, the photo stone that the wife of the house wants is still hidden by me, the old man. How could she take her own life so easily?

Her beautiful eyes cast her gaze down, looking at He De, who looked like an old dog in love with no dignity at his feet, and a touch of teasing contempt appeared on Feng Haitang's indifferent pretty face.

"Get up, I don't blame you."

He De, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, stopped immediately!

Listening to Feng Haitang's words, the old man's fat body couldn't help but tremble!

"The wife of the house doesn't blame me..."

"Old man, I've done this to the housekeeper's wife, but she doesn't even blame me!"

Feng Haitang's words made He De instantly bold!

He stood up quickly with his calloused hands on the ground. When He De stood up, he was only as high as Feng Haitang's chest and waist...

Old Man He raised his head slightly and looked at the tall beauty in front of him with a squinted smile.

"Mrs. Madam, do you still remember the promise you made to this old slave earlier?"

The short, fat old man's heavy breathing hit Feng Haitang's pair of erect and beautiful breasts.

He grinned, and after saying that, he boldly moved closer, greedily smelling the faint frankincense of Feng Haitang, a charming woman, while breathing...

"Promise you?"

Feng Haitang frowned slightly, making old man He anxious for a while!

The wife of the house finally showed mercy tonight and was willing to let me, a dirty old man, get close to her, even if she got her body dirty!

If you don’t seize this opportunity, you will never have it again!

"That's what... the lady of the house promised before, to give the fragrant shoes worn by the lady of the house to me, my old slave!"

Old man He knelt down again with a "plop", and his hands in worship deliberately rubbed the toes of Feng Haitang's beautiful feet wearing embroidered shoes.

He De, who was lying at Feng Haitang's feet, felt his heart tremble every time he touched the red Luan embroidered shoes~

I wish I could just rush forward and take off Feng Haitang's embroidered shoes, hold her snow jade feet, rub them, lick them, and play with them!

Feng Haitang's dark eyebrows stretched, and she had long forgotten about this.

But seeing the old dog's desire, she also became interested.

The plan originally planned for tomorrow...it wouldn't hurt to finish it earlier.

"So it's about this..."

"Exactly...exactly, madam, old slave..."

He De, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head. He wanted to say something, but all he could see in his eyes was Feng Haitang's charming dimple.

"!!!"

Old Man He's eyes widened, and his legs kneeling on the ground couldn't help but tremble.

The wife of the house has never shown such a charming and charming womanly attitude to anyone. Today, she raised her red lips and smiled slightly in front of me, this old man!

"Madam...Madam...!"

"Feng Haitang——!"

He De roared crazily in his heart. He called the wife of the house by name, as if he wanted to make her his woman in the next moment!

The red lips are charmingly outlined with a slight arc, the delicate and soft phoenix begonia is exposed, the green jade fingers gently lift the old man He's chin, making him look up at him while lying on the ground...

"Come on, why bother? Open your mouth..."

Section 2# Volume [-]: The Wind Rises in the Imperial Capital: [-] Old Man He, died

With her slender legs stretched out, Feng Haitang put her hands on her knees and silently looked at the moon in the sky with her beautiful eyes.

In the mountains behind Fengjia late at night, there was only the coolness of the evening breeze and the faint chirping of insects in the mountains.

Suddenly, there was a sudden gasp on the mountain road, breaking the silence. Feng Haitang withdrew her gaze and cast it indifferently...

Old man He took three steps and two steps at a time, happily holding a bamboo basket in his hand.

It seemed that if tonight was over, he would be able to turn over and completely take possession of the coveted and charming wife of the house master as his own!

"Madam...Madam!"

"Old slave, I'm only delaying because I have to go back. Please forgive me, madam..."

He De wiped the sweat from his forehead, grinned and placed the bamboo basket on the stone table in front of Feng Haitang.

"Um……"

Feng Haitang nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes unwilling to stay on He De's face for even a moment.

Glancing at the sweet dates in the bamboo basket, Feng Haitang slowly stood up with her slender hands on her thighs.

"Madam...don't you want to eat?"

"These are all picked and made by the old slave himself."

He De scratched his head. He had no money and could only come up with what he thought was a good thing.

Red dates can replenish a woman's health, and many young ladies in Fengjiabao even make a special trip to Youzhou City to purchase them.

But no matter how expensive they were, He De still felt that it would be better to pick them by himself...

Under the silvery moon, Feng Haitang stopped, her slender body standing tall and straight.

He De stared blankly at the beauty under the silver light, his eyes slowly moving downward from the plump and heavy place.

First came the well-proportioned thighs, then the plump and firm buttocks, and finally the beautiful feet wearing red Luan embroidered shoes...

The old man swallowed, and after a trip to the mountain road to wake up, he did not dare to offend as before.

But seeing Feng Haitang stop and still pay attention to him, He De still had the courage to beg.

"Madam, would you...just have a taste?"

He De looked apologetic, these sweet dates were very clean.

He was extremely careful when selecting, fearing that he would end up with something that was shriveled and with little meat, and he was treating Feng Haitang as his doting daughter-in-law.

"can."

Feng Haitang turned around, her beautiful eyes indifferent but her pretty face hiding a smile.

This sweet smile penetrated Lao Deng's heart.

Seeing the wife's agreement, He Dechun's heart was filled with excitement and he quickly took the sweet dates and offered one to her.

"Madam, please~"

He De stepped on his feet and handed it to Feng Haitang's mouth, and suddenly remembered something.

He shook his head quickly and explained quickly...

"Madam, please don't dislike me, old slave... I washed my hands after I got back!"

Staring coldly, Feng Haitang said nothing, and there was no look of disgust on her pretty face.

She just calmly picked up the sweet dates held in He De's hand and put them into her mouth gracefully...

Meixiang rolled it with her soft tongue and chewed it gently with her teeth.

In an instant, the sweet taste filled Feng Haitang's mouth.

"Let's go."

"Madam...where are you going to take this old slave?"

He De's face was full of confusion. He thought that the wife of the house wanted to find a place with less privacy.

Feng Haitang didn't answer. Her long legs were looming under the high-slit skirt, and she walked towards the top of the mountain behind the vines.

That is the forbidden area of ​​the Feng family, the entrance to the Garden of Ember Wood.

"lady……?"

Seeing Feng Haitang suddenly ignoring him again, He De was anxious and followed him without much thought...

Feng Haitang's steps were steady and unhurried, and the vines covering the huge rocks on the mountain wall were lifted, revealing the huge stone door of the Emberwood Garden.

"Master Feng...!"

The wife of the housekeeper arrived late at night, and the two female disciples guarding the Yuqiong Sect hurriedly clasped their fists.

After saluting, the two women, dressed in lavender outfits with single ponytails, glanced at He De doubtfully.

Although they had doubts in their hearts, the two female cultivators did not hesitate to ask about the people Feng Haitang brought.

When the stone door opened and the old man's figure gradually disappeared into the deep spiral staircase, the two female cultivators of the Yuqiong Sect who were guarding him glanced back and talked with each other...

"If a person like this is used as food for planting spiritual trees, the Feng family master is not afraid of dirtying the heart of the divine sword?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Master Feng is our sect leader's...ahem...what!"

"what?!"

The two women are not hers, they are the two who were previously disliked by Bai Shian...

……

Fengjiabao. Garden of Ashwood

The deep and moist spiral staircase seems to have no end.

Except for a few long lamps lit on the walls, there was almost no light source around.

He De followed closely behind Feng Haitang. The dark environment made the already timid and lustful old man even more frightened...

"Madam...the place where the sword is made is a forbidden area of ​​the Feng family."

"Old slave, I'm an outsider... I'm afraid it's not good to enter rashly?"

He De asked tentatively, but received no response from Feng Haitang.

She just walked down silently, and the only sound on the silent underground stairs was her seductive "tap-tat" footsteps...

The housekeeper's wife still ignored her, so He De had no choice but to take a sharp sniff of Feng Haitang's feminine fragrance, and then plucked up the courage to follow closely.

Going deeper, until the faint light in the distance gradually enlarged, the shock of the Ashwood Garden was completely revealed in He De's eyes.

In the center of the huge underground courtyard, a sword-making pool flowing with hot lava...

Only direct descendants of the Feng family and the head of the family can enter the Garden of Ember Wood, and Old Man He has opened his eyes for the first time.

Looking around at the upward seats, he glanced at the hot spot in the center of the courtyard.

The bubbles rolling with intense flames and the sparks splashing out made He De subconsciously hide away, covering his face with his right hand.

Feng Haitang's footsteps stopped here...

She turned around slowly, her beautiful eyes slightly lowered.