The next day, when the first ray of sunlight in the morning hit the window and sprinkled on the ground in the room, Huang slowly opened his eyes.
But as soon as she opened her eyes, she opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth desperately, because there was a vicious big hand standing quietly on her chest, and one of her legs was pressing tightly under another leg that did not belong to her.
"Swish!" Fu Huang's originally pretty face turned red in an instant, and she could feel her little face and her jade neck were hot.
Looking at the face that was so close, Fu Huang couldn't help but be stunned. This bad guy actually had such quiet times, and it looked pretty good when he was quiet.
What are you thinking about? She tried hard to get rid of those thoughts that she shouldn't have.
"This bad guy, didn't you do anything while you're drunk." Fu Huang carefully pulled out his legs, then moved the evil big hand away from his chest. Then he slowly got out of bed.
"Fortunately, nothing should be done." After returning to his room, Fu Huang checked himself immediately. After confirming that it was correct, he patted his small breasts of a large size and said this with lingering fear.
Afterwards, Fu Huangyou wrapped himself in three layers of inner and outer layers, tightly, not as it was before.
In the room, Lin Xiu opened his eyes when Fu Huang went out, with a hint of cunning on his pretty face. In fact, when Fu Huang woke up, he also woke up, but he did not wake up, but continued to pretend to be asleep. With powerful soul power, he knew clearly what happened in the house, but he just wanted to see how this girl would react after seeing the ambiguous posture of the two.
"But I really didn't feel any touch. This girl couldn't be an airport."
Lin Xiu subconsciously stroked his palm, his expression a little strange.
Lin Xiu got up and got out of bed, took a simple wash, changed into the black robe he sent yesterday, and pushed the door out.
"From today, I will live my inner door life, which is really exciting." Lin Xiu, who was standing in front of the door, looked at the mountains reflected by soft light in the distance with clear eyes, and was a little happy.
After waiting for a while, Huang pushed the door out, but as soon as he left the door, he saw the smiling face waiting in front of the door, and his uncontrolled little face turned red.
"Brother Lin Xiu, you are a ghost. You are standing at the door of someone else's house to scare people." Fu Huang patted his chest and said with resentment.
When Lin Xiu saw Fu Huang's appearance, he laughed and said, "As the saying goes, don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. I didn't even knock on the door, so I scared you to this. Tell me, what's bad things going on."
Upon hearing this, Fu Huang looked embarrassed and said hesitantly: "No, I didn't do anything."
"Let's go and see our new residence." Fu Huang quickly changed the subject and pulled Lin Xiu out.
When entering the inner door, food, clothing, housing and transportation must be based on the inner door, while new disciples must go to the inner room to accept new arrangements.
"I have lived there for a long time, and I am really reluctant to let it go." Before leaving, Lin Xiu looked at the quiet courtyard again, this place with some memories.
Walking along the avenue, passing through two small maple leaves in the middle, and bypassing several buildings, Lin Xiu came to the location of the interior room.
In the interior room, an old man with white hair was lying on his back, holding a worn-out palm-leaf fan in his hand, swaying in front of the face that was not quite good-looking.
"May I ask, are you the manager here?" Lin Xiu looked at the old man with a weird look, resisting the smile that was about to erupt, and said.
When the old man heard someone talking, the palm-leaf fan in his hand slowed down, "Nonsense, I'm the only one here, I'm not in charge, can you take care of it?" The old man glanced at Lin Xiu and cursed without being angry.
"We are disciples who have just entered the inner sect. I don't know what to do next, so I'll ask you to get old."
The respect in Lin Xiu's words made the old man smile on his face, "Name!"
"Lin Xiu." "Fu Huang."
The old man put down the worn-out palm fan in his hand, buckled the large glasses frame hanging on his chest, picked up the roster with his butt facing up on the table, and looked at it carefully.
"Puff!" The old man's mouth was spitting on his uncle's hands, and then continued to flip the brand new roster.
"Lin Xiu, well, I found it, the first place in the selection competition, it's not bad."
"Fu Huang, too, here."
The old man put his finger on the two names, looked like a master, and commented on them.
"Uh." Lin Xiufu and Huang, who were standing beside him, almost came up in one breath. This is so fucking strange. Even an old man in charge of the inner sect is so weird, that...
The two of them couldn't think about it anymore, and their impression of the inner door was ruined by the old man.
Of course the old man didn't know what the two people in front of him were thinking. After finding the name, he threw the booklet in his hand on the table and took off the big glasses frame. "Every year today, I feel uncomfortable all over. Do you know why?"
The two were stunned and asked at the same time: "Why?"
"Hmph, why? It's not because you little bastards, why do you have to come to the inner sect for nothing? I can't live a peaceful life if you disturb the old man."
"Look, I've told those old guys so many times that I've told them about this book, but they just don't listen. They always do this. I've got a booklet of this quality and want me to die sooner, right?"
As he was talking, the old man picked up the booklet again, swayed around, and threw it on the table, and the cow's nose was panting.
Lin Xiufu Huang heard the old man complaining like a river, and his head became two bigger. It turned out that the old man was dissatisfied with this roster. As a result, something so new suddenly appeared, which somewhat destroyed the "elegant" environment here.
"I won't say it anymore, the more I talk, the more annoying you are. What are you doing here?" The old man picked up the broken palm fan, leaned against his hunched body, glanced at the two of them, and said in confusion.
"We just entered the inner door, I want to ask you to arrange it for us." Lin Xiu deliberately put his tone in particular respect. He was not afraid of heaven or earth, but the old man in front of him really scared him.
However, the old man's answer immediately made the two of them fall down one after another.
The old man glanced at the two of them and said, "Name!"
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After struggling in the interior room for a long time, Lin Xiu and Fu Huang finally sorted out all the routes. After seeing the old man, they also realized what it means to be so great that there is nothing in the world. Is there no one in the sect? Is such a strange old man here?