Chapter 1402 Geniuses have always had this difficulty since ancient times, and the swordsmen in the mainland are afraid of being unknown.
Southern Territory, Half Moon Bay, Huacao Pavilion.
This three-story attic is a place of extraordinary beauty that people come to visit all year round.
Even Li Fugui, who holds the "Eighteen Orders of Flowers and Grasses", rarely gets the chance to ascend the throne because he is working abroad.
Therefore, it can be said that there are basically no men in the Huacao Pavilion.
At this moment, with the sound of "ta-ta-ta" footsteps, under the gaze of several stunning figures on the second floor of the Flower and Grass Pavilion, the two men walked up the stairs calmly.
man!
One of them only has the cultivation level of Taixu for the first time.
The other person didn't even have any fluctuations in spiritual energy and looked like an ordinary person.
But they were stunned step by step, as if the Holy Emperor was coming, and they brought such a great sense of oppression that people couldn't breathe.
"this……"
Shuda Juese was stunned, and for the first time there was obvious panic in the Flower and Grass Pavilion.
Half Moon Bay does not tolerate existences above Half Saint and the highest is Taixu. Who can possess such a momentum?
And if these two men were allowed to go up to the third floor like this, then the two pavilion masters would blame them and die!
Let's talk about stopping...
Can't move at all!
Too weak to move!
"Your Mightiness……"
Someone wanted to speak, and the sword on his waist buzzed and trembled, and the sharp sword energy burst out, actually hurting the owner!
Everyone's pupils froze, and then they noticed the scar on the mortal man's neck and saw that his hand only had eight fingers.
At this moment, several stunning beauties opened their red lips at the same time, and the second floor of the Flower and Grass Pavilion seemed to light up.
"Shh."
The storyteller smiled, turned his head and hissed, pointed at the top of his head, and then shook his head.
"Uh huh huh!"
Several stunning ladies nodded their heads like garlic, each suppressing the excitement in their eyes, while some secretly covered their lips and shouted softly.
"eight……"
Ta-ta-ta.
The sound of footsteps came, and Bai Yezi still pouted and hummed a tune, concentrating on changing the water for the Hangong laurel by the window.
This is the eldest brother’s favorite flower. It comes from the Han Palace Emperor Realm. Of course, it is also Sister Yue’s favorite flower.
I can't remember what it was like last time I saw them.
But every time Bai Yezi changed the water for Hangong Yuegui, she could see the fairy couple looking at each other with smiles, and she couldn't help but be so sweet that she grinned slightly.
This time, it's no exception.
"Xiao Kui, help me make a pot..."
After turning around while holding the vase and giving instructions, Bai Yezi was stunned.
Because the owner of the footsteps is not Xiaokui, but the person in the illusion!
What was a little different from the past was that the man's white clothes were no longer spotless.
Next to him, the person following him was no longer Sister Yue, but a figure of a man in a red dress.
"despair."
The sound finally stopped at the entrance to the third-floor attic.
Bai Yezi let go of her hands, and the vase fell to the ground with a bang. She held her cheeks:
"ah!!!"
A scream broke through the entire Flower and Grass Pavilion.
Behind him, Kuroyoko, who was sitting in front of the dressing table and writing something in his hand, frowned. Hearing the sound, his eyes turned away and he was about to scold him.
Snap.
The brush in her hand fell on the white paper, dyeing the family letters black, and her pupils dilated little by little.
"ah!!!"
The real person behind the Huacao Pavilion, who was usually dignified, serious, unsmiling, and indifferent, and whose emotions rarely fluctuated even once a year among the thirteen stunning women, let out a scream just like her younger sister.
No image at all!
"Cauldron?!"
"Brother?"
Two figures whooshed through the void with the force of an arrow, and rushed towards the two figures at the top of the stairs. They were filled with surprise and wanted to hug the person into his arms.
"My dear, this is not fun to hug. Sister Yue will be unhappy..."
The storyteller, one in each hand, quickly stopped the two sisters.
"Ning Honghong! Let me go! I will fight with you!" Bai Yezi cried and pulled the storyteller's hand, but was unable to remove the obstacle.
"..." Hei Yezi stared at this guy angrily, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Oh, you two only have this brother in your eyes. There is no other brother like me, right? What's wrong with hugging him after so many years? Are you not happy?"
"I need you to take care of it! Ning Honghong, let me go!"
Bai Yezi couldn't hold on to the storyteller. He was so anxious that tears were falling from his eyes. He simply opened his mouth and was about to bite like an angry puppy.
"alright."
Ba Zunzhen waved his hands and laughed, passed the three people fighting, and walked towards the tea table.
"Tea!" Hei Yezi said hurriedly.
"Oh, okay." Bai Yezi hurriedly wiped the tea table with his sleeve, set up the tea utensils, ran to the kettle and found that there was no boiling water. He was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, and he started spinning around in circles.
"Wine!" Hei Yezi thought of something.
"Ah, yes." Bai Yezi slapped his head, rummaged through the ring, and pulled out a few bottles of wine. He wiped his eyes and shook his head. He rushed under the bed in a few steps without a ladylike image, and turned over
I opened the box and took out a wine jar.
Bo.
The cork of the wine is removed and the aroma overflows.
"Pastry!" Hei Yezi took the wine jar, looked at the table that was obviously missing something, and called again.
"Yes, there are pastries..." Bai Yezi flew away with his shoes and rushed to the stairs. Suddenly he burst into tears, "Why don't you run? Why am I the one running!"
"Didn't you just learn how to make cinnamon cake?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah, I want to make cakes for my elder brother myself..." Bai Yezi muttered a few words, and was about to rush down to the second floor with bare feet. Suddenly, he leaned on the armrest and turned around, looking at the figure in white eagerly.
"On the second floor, you can't see my elder brother..."
"Puch." The storyteller immediately covered his mouth and laughed.
"Okay, no need for pastries, we're just passing by, we can't stay long." Bazun Shu shook his head and poured wine for a few people.
The third floor of the Flower and Grass Pavilion suddenly became quiet.
You can hear the needle drop.
"Wow!"
The uncontrollable crying broke away from the sound insulation barrier and could be heard on the first and second floors of the attic.
Lord Bai Yezi...
Cried……
To be continued...