Chapter 288 You are a beautiful woman, but what is a prostitute

The Fourth Volume of Seven Star Xuanmo

Chapter 28 You are a beautiful woman, but what is a prostitute

Jiyang stared coldly at the beautiful and seductive figure behind the veil. There was no strange color in his eyes, but only absolute indifference, as if what was faintly visible behind the veil was not a peerless beauty but a dead wood and an old stone.

The pink gauze fluctuates slowly with the fluttering of the three fiery phoenixes, layer by layer as if it were falling waves. A hot and seductive body loomed behind the gauze, with a seductive posture, but it was not really seen by the gauze.

"Ha, is the Taoist friend the first person I met to question the identity of the slave family?" It seemed that I was stunned by Jiyang's rhetorical question just now. After a long time, the woman's crisp and delicate laughter spread. The voice was like a wild cat singing, and like a spiritual snake, which was hot, seductive and enchanting.

It's just that this smile shows charm and captures men all over the world.

The laughter is charming, and even with the firmness of Jiyang's mind, he can't help swinging.

"What a profound charm! Taoist friends are really wonderful!" Suddenly, Jiyang laughed for no reason, and then laughed and directly opened a wooden chair made of purple wood and sat down. At the same time, he grabbed the best purple sand pot on the table and shook it and poured it up. Soon, he drank all the tea in the purple sand pot.

"Hahaha, good tea, good tea, really good tea, I have never drunk such a good tea so happily!" Jiyang casually threw the empty teapot on the table and laughed. At the same time, there was a soft sound of his mouth, and the dark purple tea leaves swirled like machine gun bullets and hit the veil curtain in front of him.

The three fire phoenixes in the veil suddenly crowed, flashing with a pair of wings full of flames, opening their sharp beaks and spewing out a large mass of flames to burn the flying tea into a pile of ashes. The turbulent flames came unabated, and the momentum came to Jiyang sitting on the side of the ancient table.

A large flame came to his head, and Jiyang's face remained unchanged. Suddenly, he laughed three times. A stirring sword spirit flashed away from his body. The turbulent fireball was suddenly cut into hundreds of pieces by the invisible sword spirit at the moment it touched Jiyang's face, and turned into a little green smoke and disappeared.

"Giggle, innate sword spirit, it seems that Taoist friends are also wonderful people." After the veil, the woman smiled delicately, and her trembling body exuded a seductive charm.

Jiyang strode forward and walked until he walked to the veil curtain. The innate sword spirit that was about to penetrate the body spread all corners of the body, suppressing the light sound of the three beautiful flying phoenixes in the veil, nesting in a corner and did not dare to move. He stood there, his eyes coldly locked through the veil. Above that enchanting figure.

"Do Taoist friends know what they are looking for?"

"I know."

"What?"

"Lang Jun is looking for Yinluomu."

"Where?"

"The treasure is on the slave's body."

"What do you want?"

"I want Lang Jun to be my use."

"Do you think a shade wood is worth this price?"

"It's not worth it, but my body is worth this price!"

"What's the value of people and the willows? Let's change the requirements."

"Oh? How does Lang Jun know that the slave family is not a pure body? If the slave's Bingqing perfect Langjun can be used for me?

"Please change the condition and don't think that someone won't kill people!" Jiyang's eyes coldly locked the figure behind the veil, and a slight murderous intention began to wander around the figure. A blue sword flew out of his eyebrows and slowly circled over his head. The shocking sword spirit swept around him. The three fire phoenixes in the curtain curled up in the corner of the veil, all over Shrinking into a dazzling fireball, he couldn't help wailing in horror.

"Okay, you won." The woman behind the veil was silent for a long time, and finally seemed to have some concerns and sighed gently: "You can't let Taoist friends be used by the slave family. The only thing you can do is that the slave family doesn't have that blessing." After a pause, the woman's voice came with some regret: "Since Taoist friends insist on themselves, let's come here for a long journey with the slave family three days later. After the event is completed, Yin Luomu will naturally offer his hands. At that time, he will leave his Taoist friends.

"I'll bother you again three days later." Jiyang sneered, then turned around and left without looking back. When he walked to the door, he opened the door. Jiyang's figure suddenly stopped: "I hope I won't hear any news about you outside."

"GeGe, Taoist friends can rest assured that the slave family still asks Taoist friends, and naturally they will not do that kind of thing that is harmful to others and themselves." The woman behind the veil smiled softly.

"That's good. If there is any violation, the ends of the earth will kill you!" Jiyang made a cold sound.

"Ge, it's so friendly and murderous. I found that I like you more and more."

"But someone doesn't like you." Jiyang hummed coldly.

"Is that right? Doesn't Lang Jun want to lift the mantle to see the appearance of the slave family? Why did Lang Jun know that he would not be moved by the slave family after seeing the appearance of the slave family? She smiled twice, and the woman's voice came again from behind the veil. She was hoarse and seductive, like crying, sad and seductive, and seductive. That deep resentment was almost irresistible.

"The ancients once said: Hearing the words and knowing people, since someone has heard the voice of Taoist friends, the appearance of Taoist friends can't be seen!" Jiyang suddenly put away his arrogance, shook his head and smiled for no reason. The amazing sword spirit suddenly dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared. Jiyang suddenly picked up the sharpness of his whole body and turned around and pushed the door and strode away.

"You are a beautiful woman, how can you be a prostitute?"

"Gaky--!" The exquisite wooden door slowly closed, and a faint sigh came from afar.

There was a sudden silence in the ancient house, and there was no sound at all. Then a burst of delicate laughter with a little inexplicable charm broke this strange tranquility.

"You are a beautiful woman, but what is a prostitute? This person doesn't seem to be so ruthless. Behind the veil, on the pink bed, a charming woman who was almost impossible to look at lay lazily and whispered to herself, and the tulle embroidered with enchanting purple lotus flowers was casually covered most of the woman's body.

"Jiyang, what an interesting person." The woman pointed to her lower lip, and her enchanting eyes showed a faint brilliance.

"What interesting man? It's just a famous fishing descendant!" As soon as the woman's voice fell, a sound that seemed to be broken gongs across the stone wall groaned angrily, and then a middle-aged man in a cyan Taoist robe quietly appeared by the woman's bed.

The burly and solemn face of this life, with a three-foot long chamage hanging softly from his chin. At this time, he carried his hands behind his back and looked sanctimonial and decent. It's just that the man's eyes are swimming around hotly on the woman's seductive body, especially on the proud peaks, as if he can't wait to gouge out a few taels of meat directly through the thin layer of clothes.

After swallowing, the man's hot eyes finally stopped on the woman's almost perfect pretty face. Reaching out and streaking the dark beard on his chin, the green-robed Taoist laughed evilly: "Beauty Purple Leaf, what's good can that thin boy do? Let me love you well, quack." At the same time, a pair of big hands came to the woman's pretty face.

"Gig, Mr. Jingbo should say this sentence when he really helps the slave family get the position of president of the Chamber of Commerce. At that time, the slave family will definitely offer his body without reservation and let him enjoy his gentleness. As for now, he'd better go to another girl." The woman giggled, and her body gently avoided the big hand of the Taoist in the green robe on the bed. The next moment, she wrapped the pink mantle hanging from the roof layer by layer on her delicate body. With a gentle shaking, three fire phoenixes flew gently from the mantle to the woman's body. It turned into a gorgeous pink dress worn on the woman's body.

"Sir, is the slave beautiful?" The woman's graceful right hand gently brushed her graceful breasts and asked in a soft and delicate voice. A pair of seductive eyes looked deeply at the green-robed Taoist in front of her, and her soft eyes were about to speak.

"Beautiful." The blue-robed man's eyes were a little lax for a moment, and he subconsciously took two steps forward and muttered.

It's just that he didn't find the deep indifference hidden in the depths of the woman's eyes, ignoring everything...

Out of the door of the Yulang Chamber of Commerce, Jiyang took a deep look at the gorgeous attic behind him, and then turned away with a wry smile.

"You are a beautiful woman, but what is a prostitute? Why did I say that?" Jiyang shook his head with a strange face. He didn't know why he, who should have looked at Nangong Ziye angrily and looked at each other coldly, finally said such words.

Jiyang felt that his last move was a little inexplicable, as if it was just a subconscious move.

And Nangong Ziye, who hasn't seen him yet, feels very strange, very strange.

Although he only heard the woman's voice, that feeling made Jiyang feel as if he had seen the shadow of Simon Molian.

That's a different feeling, just like Ximen Molian in those years--as if they were acquainted.