Dinner is over.

The four girls who couldn't wait to eat late eels again began to serve their young masters in the shower.

Spring flowers, autumn moon, summer moon, summer cicadas, winter snow, four girls in the house have their own beauty and appearance.

Spring flowers, wearing a light grass-colored dress, have a gentle and intellectual smile, and have a generous beauty.

The summer cicada looks playful, wearing a water-blue dress, slender legs, and graceful.

Qiuyue, ashamed and timid as she looked at her son, was full of charm and had the most plump and exquisite figure.

As its name suggests, the winter snow is as cold as snow. It is dressed in white and is even taller than snow peaks.

Zhao Wujiang was soaked in the bathtub and drank apricot blossom wine, and his mind was rarely relaxed.

The four girls from all over the room were waiting by the bathtub, and there was no difference between men and women, nor were they extremely shy.

After all, they had all met their young masters frankly, and they had seen everything they shouldn't have seen.

"Young Master, have you not decided who you favor tonight?" Xia Chan, wearing a water blue dress, lay beside the bathtub, with her head tilted, and her pretty face was clear and refined.

Chunhua did not ask, but was already starting to relieve her light grass-colored dress.

Qiuyue had a delicate figure. She had taken off her shoes and boots and stepped into the bathtub. The goose yellow skirt floated on the water. She took the initiative to grab the young master's hand, and the water light swayed, so she couldn't see the movements in the water.

"Young Master doesn't speak, would he want to fight against four?"

When the summer cicada saw that the spring flowers were only left with a green bellyband, she was already eager to try and was about to step into the bathtub, but where could the bathtub stuff four people?

Dongxue was wearing white clothes and stood quietly aside.

"Color is a steel knife for scraping bones, and wine is a poison for penetrating intestines." Zhao Wujiang put down his wine glass and sighed.

These four girls who were all married want to eat him alive, as if asking:

"Old Zhao, do you want your wife?"

Spring flowers and autumn moons, summer cicadas and winter snow, four girls in the same room, even the cold winter snow is still hot, wanting to push the young master down and serve the young master to obey.

Because although they are girls with all their ties, perhaps they can become the young master's concubines, and their status will increase and they will get more cultivation resources.

"Young people don't know how to control themselves, and they are easily hollowed out by wine and sex." Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled, groped in the bathtub with his big hands, touching Qiuyue's body.

He smiled and said:

"You should take me as a warning, start with me, no longer addicted to alcohol and sex, and start to quit drinking."

The four girls in the same room laughed so hard that their branches were trembling. The young master quit drinking and said nothing about his lust.

Qiuyue's pretty face became more and more rosy, and the wine emptied the young master's body, and the young master was lying on her body.

The words were divided into two parts, and the sword master Li Chunjun was always miserable.

The same four women, the same sword cultivator, also came from the collapsed secret world, the same woman blushed and her clothes were wet.

But Li Chunjun is being hunted down.

He left the Ren Sect, left Zhang Lindao's protection, traveled to the southern domain of Shenshui, and today he arrived at Huayunzhou, one of the nine states of Shenshui.

He passed by the waterfall outside the Huaxian Sect of Huayunzhou, and four female monks with disheveled clothes and wet hair rushed out, and they insisted that he peeped at the four of them to take a bath.

He explained that the four female monks said he was quibbling.

He was silent, and the four female monks said that he agreed, since he was wronged, why not speak for himself?

The four female monks insisted that he covet their beauty and became the lustful disciple, shamelessly peeping on the side.

Li Chunjun is so old that he has ever suffered such grievances?

Although he came to this world, his cultivation level had increased and he had reached the realm of transformation of the gods. His appearance and body were even more like an old man, but more like a strong middle-aged man.

He has a lot of hills and sword energy in his heart, but he seems a little dull and honest when he has never been in contact with women in his life.

Now that he is being slandered, he shouted in desperation:

"You can doubt my character, but you can't doubt my taste."
Chapter completed!