Chapter 150 Good White Body

Ziyun was dumbfounded, and the saint was stunned.

The two looked at each other for several minutes, but Ziyun was still a little shy. They looked straight at the saint, as if they didn't see the saint, but their eyes looked straight at the saint's crisp chest outside the bucket, and said doubtfully, "Huh? Where's the saint? People are not here."

Ziyun pretended to walk around the room, stretched out his head and looked into the bucket, thinking that he had a good figure and white skin.

"Oh, there's no one. Then I'll go." Ziyun sighed and turned around and left.

The saint's crisp chest fluctuated violently, and her eyes almost spewed fire.

Ziyun is so shameless, shameless.

However, I can't say anything now. If I speak and make a sound, wouldn't it prove that I was indeed seen through by Ziyun?

"Beng,"

Ziyun closed the door and came out, hurriedly patted his heart, and kept jumping.

This is simply unbearable. How thick-skinned it takes to walk in front of the saint and then pretend to say that there is no one in the room?

No one can do this, and only we Ziyun can do this.

It's not your fault to be thick-skinned, but it's your fault that you don't seek benefits for yourself with such a thick-skinned face.

And now Ziyun has made great benefits for himself.

Ordinary people can never do it.

The ear was attached to the door, and the sound of dressing came from inside. Ziyun's mind came to Ziyun. The saint was angry and dressed, and she couldn't help but be moved.

"Stabilize, be steady, we are not confused." Ziyun thought to her heart.

"Bullshit, Liu Xiahui is absolutely fake. I don't believe it. A naked and beautiful beauty sitting in your arms can still not be messy. Maybe Liu Xiahui is a eunuch." Ziyun said scolding in his heart.

Liu Xia Huiquan knows that he will definitely curse. You are the eunuch.

But even if Liu Xiahui really knows under the spring, if she really scolds, Ziyun won't know.

And Ziyun doesn't want to be an eunuch, and of course he won't be Liu Xiahui.

["You, you really think of me as an eunuch." Liu Xiahui cursed with hundreds of small stars on her head.

"Who's outside?" The saint's voice sounded in the room.

The sound is a little ups and downs, not as calm as before.

"Fengyun Valley Purple Cloud." Ziyun suppressed the panic in his heart and said hurriedly.

"Come in." The saint said lightly.

Ziyun then pushed the door and entered. Seeing that the bucket had been covered by the curtain, the saint was sitting on it. She looked at Ziyun with a flushed face and said, "What's the matter with you?"

"I didn't know the saint was coming. I just found out today that I came to see you, and I had a new dream. When I learned a war song, I came to tell you." Ziyun said in a cold sweat in the palm of his hand.

"Oh? Did you know another war song?" The saint's face changed, and there was no flush just now. She asked with a serious look.

Ziyun saw that the saint's face had turned a normal color and nodded disappointedly.

The saint looks good when her face is flushed.

has a taste.

It's like some red wine in white wine, but it looks fragrant.

"Let's talk about it." The saint said.

Ziyun said the war song again. Looking at the saint's expression becoming more and more serious, she felt more and more boring.

Seeing that the saint didn't speak again, Ziyun said, "Then I'll leave first."

After saying that, the saint still didn't say anything, and Ziyun turned around and walked out.

I was lost in my heart and didn't look at the road when I walked.

"Puff."

Ziyun stag and fell into the bucket of the saint's bath just now.

The water in the bucket is quite warm, and even, well, the body fragrance of the saint.

"Wow, you, what are you doing?" Even if the saint was strong, she couldn't help shouting, rushed up, and was about to pull the purple cloud out.

Ziyun hurriedly poured one by one from the bucket, exposed his head, and rushed to the saint angrily, grabbing Ziyun with both hands.

Ziyun hurriedly dodged, reached out and grabbed the saint's hands and said, "Your Highness, I didn't see the road. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, fortunately you haven't taken a shower yet, so I'll go first."

After saying that, Ziyun let go of the saint's hands, jumped out of the bucket, and was about to run out.

"Hight for me." The saint shouted hurriedly.

Ziyun stopped and said helplessly, "What's the matter with the saint? I really didn't mean it."

"You, how can you go out like this?" The saint stamped her feet anxiously and said.

Ziyun turned around and said impatiently, "What do you want me to do?"

Isn't it just looking at your body? Isn't it what's wrong with you? What else do you want?

"You shameless person, take off your clothes and change into clean clothes." The saint said angrily.

"Why am I shameless?" Ziyun said angrily.

Although you are shameless, you can't say it.

"You, you change your clothes." The saint said angrily.

"Do you have men's clothes here?" Ziyun asked puzzledly.

"No." The saint said.

"Then what should I wear? You can't let me wear your clothes." Ziyun shrugged her shoulders and said.

"You..." The saint is really angry.

If Ziyun is allowed to go out like this, wet his clothes, seen by others, and walk out of his room, what should he do in the future?

But how can I have other clothes here, only my own clothes?

You can't let Ziyun go out in his own clothes.

"You, wait for me here. I'll go out and get you one." The saint stamped her foot and said.

"Oh, all right." Ziyun nodded and said.

"You, find a place to hide." The saint said again, "You can't come out if I don't come back."

"Okay, I'll go under the bed." Ziyun looked around, and only people could hide under the bed, and said to the saint.

"You can hide it anywhere. Anyway, don't let others see it." The saint said angrily, turned around and walked out.

Ziyun curled his lips and had to get into the saint's bed.

"Mom, saint, wait. This is called forbearance, man's tolerance." Ziyun said angrily.

The saint went out and calmed down her excitement. She was worried that someone would go in when she came out and found Ziyun, trying to find the man's clothes quickly.

I bumped into Clyce.

With a calm face, he came to Clace's side and said faintly, "Get me the clothes that men wear."

Chrysler is still in a hurry for Ziyun to go to the saint's room and hasn't come out yet. Now the saint has come out, and Ziyun hasn't come out yet.

The saint asked for the man's clothes. She was surprised and asked doubtfully, "Is the saint going to...?"

"I'm going to modify it and have a look." The saint said lightly.

It makes sense.

Chrysler could only nod his head and didn't dare to ask. He went to get his clothes by himself.

But this is the clothes that the saint is going to wear, and it can't be worn by others.

You have to customize new clothes.

According to the size of the saint, Cler asked the tailor to make it quickly.

Tailors can only speed up production.

It has to be fast, and it can't be sloppy. It's really difficult for people to be busy.

Ziyun is now lying leisurely under the bed, and the door is pushed open with a creak.

Ziyun thought that the saint should have come back and was about to come out. He heard a person say doubtfully, "Huh? What is Zhao Xianya doing?

The corners of Ziyun's mouth twitched, which turned out to be Hua Xian'er's voice.

"Why did Hua Xian'er come here?" Ziyun thought doubtfully.

"Well, Zhao Xianya seems to have just finished taking a shower." Hua Xianer continued, followed by the footsteps of Hua Xianer walking.

"Huh? Why does it still smell like a man? Hua Xian'er sniffed and said doubtfully.

Zi Yunxin said, you are a dog, and your nose is so sensitive.

However, Ziyun is not afraid to come out now, for fear that Hua Xianer will know that he is here.

If you know, you will be in trouble.

Hua Xian'er's identity is very mysterious. Although she doesn't know it, since the person who can be with Zhao Xianya's saint is generally not low.

Thinking of what Hua Xian'er did to her at that time, she was very unhappy.

One more thing is better than one less thing.

Saint Zhao Xianya waited anxiously until Claire brought her clothes and hurried to her room.

I couldn't help but look a little flustered. Why did you go for so long? It's really abominable.

Chrysler was still puzzled that he didn't understand what he had done wrong. The saint's expression was not good for her.

I can't figure out what's going on. I can only go back to my office with a depressed face.

"You can go." Zhao Xianya opened the door and said angrily. She reached out and took out her clothes and threw them at **.

But I saw a man lying there.

A person who surprised Zhao Xianya.

"Wang Keer, why did you come to me?" Zhao Xianya said in surprise.

"Come and chat with you, huh? Sister Saint, why do you look a little trance? Are you looking for someone? Wang Keer smiled evilly at the corners of her mouth and kicked the bedboard proudly and said.

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I wrote almost 20,000 words today. I'm exhausted. Please collect and reward my fragile heart.