Xiao Ran's one-stop service was eventually cheated.

Just pinch your feet, drink a glass of wine, and nothing more will happen.

There was only a faint hint of ambergris on the little palace maid, and the smell of a dragon still vaguely remained.

Fortunately, he was exhausted and had no energy to do anything else.

The black mist dissipated, and the little palace maid also fell into bed and fainted. His suddenly tense mood suddenly relaxed.

She also fell down next to the little palace maid in a daze. She put her hands on some soft place and fell into a deep sleep.

at the same time.

The main street in the city.

Ling Zhouyue's one-stop service has much more services than Xiao Ran's.

Drinking together, chatting, playing chess, storytelling, listening to music...

However, when it came to the foot massage, she inexplicably thought of Xiao Ran.

In the past, she thought the techniques of these mortal female technicians were quite comfortable, but after tasting Xiao Ran's resonant fingering techniques, she became more aware of the taste and began to dislike these women.

Fortunately, their soft bodies were incomparable to Xiao Ran. In the Dharma-ending era, the world was indifferent, and only these soft waists could bring her some warmth.

I was rubbing my waist... suddenly!

Her body was agitated, as if a tide was pouring back into her Dantian.

If you look closely, you will see that it is just a mortal woman's negligible spiritual power.

Obviously, this mortal woman was drained dry by her precious apprentice.

It seems that this guy is also wagging his tail...

She suddenly felt a little lonely.

It feels like a home-raised pig being robbed by roadside cabbage.

Although she was a little unhappy, as her master was also wagging her tail, she had no right to criticize her lecherous apprentice.

Leave the brothel and drink a long pot of wine.

The wine smells like apprentice...

She inexplicably remembered Xiao Ran's warm chest and that withered and decadent handsome face in the turbulent flow of the underworld.

What's wrong with me?

Dismissing the inexplicable sadness in my heart, I carried the pot and strode down the main street.

The street was surprisingly quiet.

Shops have reopened, but transactions are sparse and people rarely speak out.

Apart from the footsteps of the Royal Guards, there were only whispers on the street corners.

Listen carefully, Xiao Ran is the one talking, and there seems to be some hope for the future in his words.

At the same time, the number of people practicing Changchun Gong has increased again. Almost half of the population practices at home and rarely goes out except to buy necessary necessities.

Most of the practitioners, like her, gathered in the fireworks and wine alley, but they were all much more honest than before and tried not to conflict with the imperial guards.

She changed her appearance, turned into a mortal girl, and walked into the largest gambling house in the city.

Wanjinfang.

There are many different religions in the gambling house, and people talk a lot. Making money by fishing is secondary. She just wants to help Xiao Ran understand the public sentiment and listen to gossip.

The character she plays is a nouveau riche girl with no cultivation skills, a stupid rich woman with too much money.

There were many practitioners in the gambling den. If any of the practitioners were out of luck, she would rob them without mercy.

If the banker of the gambling house sets up a game for her, she will dismantle the gambling house and all the money of the gambling house will be hers.

Over the years, she has relied on these routines to make her mouth water. Otherwise, how could the ninety thousand spiritual stones from Zongzhi Mountain alone be enough for her to drink?

However.

Today is different from the past.

After Ling Zhouyue went into the gambling house and played around, she found that the people here were all as well-behaved as white lotus flowers, and the security was actually better than the gambling houses in Dongfu City.

She is such a beautiful, rich and weak woman, yet no one bullies her...

The bad guys are really inferior to each other, Xiao Ran was so scared that he was scared to death when he put the entire city under martial law.

Ling Zhouyue sighed.

I was lying on the gambling table bored, holding my plump and lovely cheeks with my hands. Unknowingly, I lost thousands of taels of silver.

now.

What she plays is the simplest guessing game, which fits her role of being stupid and rich.

Her opponent is a middle-aged greasy man who looks quite wealthy.

I have confirmed my cultivation, I am a mortal, and I have not cheated.

He won her thousands of taels of silver purely by relying on his gambling skills!

Silver is money too!

The final game determines the outcome. The bet is tripled. If you win, you will win twice as much. If you lose, you will never recover.

Halfway through the bet, she saw the defeat, turned around and said she needed to relieve herself, and wanted to run away.

Unexpectedly, the greasy man suddenly said:

"The dignified Elder Lingzhou of Zongzhi Mountain's Sword-holding Peak, after losing such a small amount of money, wouldn't he default on his debt?"

In an instant, all the eyes in the casino turned to her.

Is this the legendary Elder Lingzhou who just came to Wuyan City yesterday?

Why is she a little girl?

Immortal cultivators can still lose so much, your gambling is really high, you are not cheating at all!

Little did they know that Ling Zhouyue made much more money by fishing and catching cheaters than by cheating, and she felt at ease.

Ling Zhouyue turned her head and glanced at the man, her eyes so cold and cold that it was chilling.

"Who are you?"

The man gritted his teeth and clasped his fists:

"I'm just a mortal who saw the elder's gambling style in Dongfu City."

Ling Zhouyue took a sip of wine and asked lightly:

"What do you want from me?"

The man said:

"I can't hide it from the elder. I have something to ask of you. If the elder can agree, this game will be canceled and all the money you lost will be returned to you."

Ling Zhouyue said:

"What's up?"

The man bowed respectfully and said slowly.

"My name is Wang Youquan. I have an only son named Wang Fugui. He has been a direct disciple of the current national master Baoguo Zhenren. Four days ago, he preached with the national master. After that, he disappeared with the national master. I feel

It’s not very good, I want to ask the elders for help.”

It turned out that he wanted her to help find his son...

Although Ling Zhouyue had no intention of going to the Imperial Preceptor, she still showed her aloofness and pride as she wanted to save the whole city because of the embarrassment of having to do something just to be chased for gambling debts.

"That's fine, I'm also looking for a national master."

After saying those words, he left happily.

The dingy back of the loser suddenly looked extremely tall, as if the gambling house incident was just a short rest before the decisive battle to save the world.

…

Xiao Ran was sleeping in Wenrouxiang, and Lin Bao opened the door and found him.

The matter was urgent and Lin Bao forgot to knock on the door.

Seeing the disheveled little palace maid on the bed, she quickly closed the door and went out, standing outside the door and shouting:

"General, we found a seriously injured Hunter of Death."

Xiao Ran said in a daze:

"You are also a general. There is no need to be shy. Come in and talk."

He thought to himself, I am a great general who kills the underworld and has a little palace maid, what do I need to avoid and explain?

Besides, he hasn’t come yet!
To be continued...