No one understands the meaning of the three words "rest" better than Xie Fu. It means letting Xie Fu toss her around until she can no longer do it, and then it's her turn.
Xie Fu looked at Mrs. Wang, you just came now, are you here to clean the battlefield?
Mrs. Wang smiled with her eyes, "I won't take your credit, just do what you do."
"Then I'll go back to the sedan."
Seeing that she was about to turn around and go back to the sedan, Fu Xie hurriedly said, "Madam, it's great that you are here."
"Go back to the sedan."
Mrs. Wang only said a word, and Xie Fu returned to the sedan chair and sat down.
The seat was covered with soft red cushions. As soon as Xie Fu sat on it, he felt as if his buttocks were sitting on a soft cloud. It was very comfortable, and he made a sound of enjoyment on his lips.
The interior of the sedan is exquisite, and even the sedan window has a layer of gentle gauze. Xiaoyun really knows how to enjoy it. As a man, does he deserve to work hard to death?
Smelling this faint fragrance, Xie Fu really wanted to lie down in his wife's sedan chair and take a nap.
Xie Fu is so innocent. Don't you want to do something more exciting in Madam's sedan chair?
The special sedan chair of a famous lady is like the phoenix chariot of a queen. Mrs. Wang has shown her position by cherishing Xie Fu so much.
Mrs. Wang glanced at her indifferently, and everyone was immediately overwhelmed by the leisurely, graceful and superior elegance.
She is worthy of being the most beautiful woman in the world. The three people in front of her, Zhu Fenggong, the ancestor of the Zhu family, Zhu Donglai, the leader of the Zhu family, and the great elder of the Dao Sect, are all important figures.
But he couldn't take his eyes away from her. Maybe this kind of encounter would not happen again after tonight.
All three of them regard women as nothing, but the title of the most beautiful woman is like an honor, and being the most beautiful woman is like being the best in the world.
People who don’t love beauty love power more. Mrs. Wang is the symbol of the king’s power at this moment. Only the supreme king can be worthy of the most beautiful woman.
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Perhaps this silence made the elder feel too oppressed, so he asked: "Are you Sima Yunxue?"
As a great figure in martial arts, the Great Elder, Sima Yunxue is also in his list of celebrities.
The most beautiful woman in the world, she deserves the title.
Medical Fairy.
The wife of Wang Clan leader Wang Youtong.
The mother of Wang Wanzhi, an unparalleled scholar in the country.
The colorful sky at Shenwu Peak, the fairyland in the alien world.
It is said that no one has ever been able to catch her special move [Lingxi Shooting the Moon].
Because of Sima Yunxue, people in secular martial arts just knew that the colorful sky of Shenwu Peak had a unique trick that could kill demons and even immortals and gods - Lingxi Shooting the Moon.
Without even looking at the elder, Mrs. Wang raised her hand and gently untied the red cloak on her body. Her silent self made the three people in front of her wait in agony for her verdict.
Hongye stepped forward and took the red cloak with both hands.
Silence can be so depressing. Zhu Donglai said in a deep voice: "Madam, do you really want to intervene?"
What Zhu Donglai expresses is that the Zhu clan has no fear of declaring war with the royal clan.
Mrs. Wang looked at the three people and smiled softly. Although the three people were not afraid, they were actually afraid.
She has long seen through the nature of men, weak-minded but face-saving animals.
It was like I wanted to kneel down and beg her for mercy at this moment, but I refused to do so on the surface.
The Great Elder said proudly: "It is said that no one has ever been able to catch [Lingxi Shooting Moon]. I am going to see it today."
Mrs. Wang raised her hand, and in the silence there was a distant sound of shaking sword chants, and something came quickly. Because of its extremely fast speed, it left a brilliant light visible to the naked eye as it passed by.
Before they could fully appreciate this strange and brilliant light, the object had already fallen into the hands of Mrs. Wang, so quiet, like a tamed and bowed blue dragon.
This object is a sword with a simple scabbard. The blade is three feet and seven inches long, which is a full seven minutes longer than the average three-foot green sword.
Mrs. Wang, who holds the sword in hand, is no longer a graceful and luxurious lady, she is like a goddess in an instant.
Just holding the sword makes people take a deep breath and is inexplicably shocked, making them unable to help but bow their heads in submission.
Under this intimidation, the elder who bore the brunt couldn't help but take a step back and looked at Mrs. Wang, eager for her to speak and what exactly she wanted them to do.
Mrs. Wang chuckled lightly: "Who is coming?"
She finally spoke, and the great elder couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He had been holding this breath for too long.
Zhu Fenggong did not hesitate and said: "Beauty, I will meet you."
If you don't call your wife a beauty, it's obviously contemptuous.
At this time, Fu Xie had already opened the sedan curtain and was peeking in. He said softly: "Madam, he is Zhu Fenggong, the ancestor of the Zhu family. Even the third master Gu Xuan and Gu... can only compete with him on a equal footing."
At this time, Gu Xuan spoke frankly: "Madam, Zhu Fenggong has been cultivating Taoism for hundreds of years, and his cultivation is profound. Gu Xuan is no match for him either. Madam, we must not underestimate him."
I have long heard that Sima Yunxue is powerful and Lingxi Sheyue is unrivaled, but I only heard about it and never witnessed it with my own eyes.
Moreover, her opponent at the moment is Zhu Fenggong. Looking at the world, there are several Zhu Fenggongs. In fact, the opponents she has encountered before are comparable.
Those brave men with great reputations were as weak as dolls in front of Zhu Fenggong.
Mrs. Wang looked at Zhu Fenggong's severed arm and said, "Son-in-law, you learned the trick very badly that I taught you."
Hearing this, the First Elder thought to himself, it turns out that this martial arts was taught by Sima Yunxue. If the apprentice is so scary, wouldn't it be even more scary to be a master? Thinking about this, he becomes timid, and the situation is over tonight.
Gu Xuan smiled. It turned out that Master Xie was taught by Mrs. Wang personally. No wonder the martial arts progressed so quickly after not seeing each other for some time.
The sword that fell from the sky and severely damaged Zhu Fenggong just now was probably Lingxi Shooting the Moon.
Being able to teach the unique skills, I think he is recognized as a son-in-law.
Xie Fu showed a bitter smile, this is Shenwu Peak's unique move, you should treat it as a normal move and say: "My... son-in-law is stupid."
As she said this, she couldn't help but gurgled in her heart, taking advantage of me again. She looked at Mrs. Wang's beautiful figure and her pretty legs hidden in her skirt. She couldn't help but have evil thoughts. She didn't know that Xiaoyun was wearing long trousers underneath.
Obscene or obscene, silk or silk.
"Now I'll teach you a more powerful move."
It was even more powerful than Lingxi Sheyue. Even Gu Xuan couldn't help but be moved and his eyes widened.
Xie Fu Qiu Wu Ruoqi opened the sedan curtain and walked out: "Okay."
Mrs. Wang smiled sweetly: "This move is called - kill him while he is sick!"
Xie Fu was stunned for a moment, then bit his lip like a woman. This bad woman always took advantage of his illness to kill him.
The moment Mrs. Wang drew out the three-foot-seven-inch sword, a cold air quickly spread throughout the courtyard.
Those present were all top masters of martial arts. When they saw the dark, dull sword in Mrs. Wang's hand, the courtyard was inexplicably filled with snow and wind.
Xie Fu was surprised, it was so fast, the Fengxue Wangchuan style was completed the moment he took out the sheath.
The Great Elder and others immediately felt something strange in their bodies, as if they were being imprisoned by the mantra of literary Dao.
