Jiang Fan came to the saint's room, and a guard stood at the door. When he saw Jiang Fan coming, he pushed open the door and smiled and said, "Enter Mont, go in!"
"Hey, don't you need to report it?" Jiang Fan said in surprise.
"No, the saint has given the order and said that you can just go in when you come!" the guard explained.
Damn, it seems that the saint is waiting for me. Jiang Fan smiled and entered the room. The saint was not in the living room, but he had two cups of steaming tea on the coffee table.
Jiang Fan took him to the door and walked to the coffee table to sit down, picked up the tea cup and tasted the tea. Suddenly, the sound of water came from inside. Jiang Fan was stunned and didn't care. He didn't think much about it. Then the saint's voice came from inside: "Oh,
It's so comfortable, you can do it more hard!"
Uh, there are people inside! What does it mean to be so comfortable? Jiang Fan was surprised and immediately felt that there were two people inside, one was the aura of a saint and the other was stranger.
"Hurry, the force is stronger, the speed is faster, wow, it's so comfortable, I'm going to die, oh, you've got the water out!" At this time, the saint shouted softly again.
Damn, what does it mean? The saint and people are doing things in it!? Jiang Fan was shocked. No, the saint cannot do things with men. Uh, is that the man a woman? Well, maybe, the saint also has a woman.
It is normal to find a woman to solve the problem.
"Saint, my subordinate's hands are so sore. Can you change it to a small wooden stick for you? It is definitely not worse than the hand-made effect, and it is also very comfortable!" Suddenly, a woman's voice came and suggested.
"Use a small wooden stick? Uh, the wooden stick is much harder than the hand, can it work?" the saint questioned in a daze.
"Saint, you'll know after giving it a try. I'll make you feel comfortable too!" the woman said hurriedly.
"Okay, but be gentle!" The saint responded for a moment and reminded him.
"Oh, it's really comfortable to use a small wooden stick. Please increase the strength a little!" Soon the saint hummed comfortably and asked.
Damn, the saint is so unrestrained! Jiang Fan was shocked and his brain teased. He immediately tiptoed over and said in his heart, "Hehe, I'm caught right away, it's a great handle."
Jiang Fan approached the door and carefully poked his head out and peeked inside. When he saw it, he was stunned and depressed.
It turned out that it was not what I imagined. The saint was lying on a chair, stepping on the basin with his feet. A maid was squatting on the ground using a small wooden stick to massage her foot in the water!
The saint was lying against the door and just saw Jiang Fan poking out half of his face strange expression. He was stunned, like a thief. What does this mean? A maid must maintain her majesty and frowned and scolded her.
: "Envoy Monte, what are you doing with a treacherous mind?"
"Uh, I didn't do anything, I was just curious to see!" Jiang Fan hurriedly defended himself. Since there was nothing, he would no longer hide anything and walk in the room.
Curious to see? Is there anyone who looks sneakily like this? It should be just open and upright! The saint glanced at Jiang Fan in a daze and didn't believe it. He wanted to say something and looked at the maid squatting on the ground and hurriedly sent him: "Today
That’s all, you go out, you don’t have to worry about the water anymore!”
The maid immediately put the small wooden stick on the table next to her, took a towel to wipe the saint's feet and put on shoes and went out.
Jiang Fan looked at the little wooden stick on the table and found it interesting. He picked it up and looked at the saint and smiled, "This little wooden stick is really exquisite, it's just a pity, Saint, is this yours?
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"Yes, it's mine, what's wrong? What's the matter? What's the pity? "The saint said in a daze.
"It's yours! Uh, hehe, the presumptuous question, what are you doing with a small wooden stick? Of course, if it's not convenient, don't say it, just pretend I didn't ask!" Jiang Fan was a little surprised, and a little interested thief asked with a smile on his face.
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"What do I do with the small wooden sticks have to do with you? For some reason, what kind of expression do you look like? Why do you laugh so despicable?" The saint frowned and displeased, and even more suspicious.
Damn, if you don’t tell me, you don’t need to be like this! Jiang Fan responded unhappily and angrily: “Okay, okay, it’s not my business!”
The saint did not explain, and Jiang Fan became even more suspicious. He pinched the small wooden stick, held it in one hand, and did a few moves to pull it out and put it in. Then he took it for granted and murmured to himself with a smirk, "Haha, I didn't expect it to be."
It's interesting to have this hobby!"
Looking at the actions that Jiang Fan made with the small wooden stick, the saint couldn't help frowning. He was even more stunned when he heard Jiang Fan's inexplicable words. Suddenly he thought of something, and suddenly he burst into anger in his eyes and screamed: "You are shameless,
Dirty, shameless!"
"Uh, are you okay? Why are you cursing?" Jiang Fan said in surprise and dissatisfaction, then said in a sudden expression: "Oh, I understand, you are guilty and your embarrassment is exposed!"
"You are guilty and you are exposed. You are bastard, you are full of dirty thoughts. People like you should scold you!" The more you say this, the more distorted, and the saint blamed him even more annoyed.
"Damn, I'm vulgar, I'm full of dirty minds. Humph, you're noble and clean when doing that kind of thing? Well, the little wooden stick is really worse than nothing, but it's better than nothing, haha, you're pretty good at enjoying it,
By the way, remember to disinfect when using it!" Jiang Fan was furious and immediately sarcastically fought back.
Then Jiang Fan pinched the small wooden stick in one hand and quickly pulled it out and put it in. The movement was very large, and he screamed strangely: "Wow, it's so comfortable, it's no worse than the effect of the hand!"
Jiang Fan's words and actions made the idea public, which was related to reputation, which made the saint embarrassed and angry and almost fainted. Then he left wildly, and suddenly bent down to take the basin of water on the ground.
"What are you going to do? Don't do it randomly!" Jiang Fan was startled and shouted hurriedly.
"I will cleanse you well and purify your vulgar and dirty thoughts!" the saint screamed, and the basin of water was already lifted.
Jiang Fan was shocked, Damn, this is asking me to be wet, but unfortunately I am not a beauty, otherwise I could consider it if I was wet, so I quickly ran out of the room and headed straight to the door. The saint got angry, but it was better to leave. Alas, it was just
What a pity, I came to meet for nothing.
The saint was not slow and chased out with water, but after all, she couldn't catch up with Jiang Fan. Three meters away, she saw that Jiang Fan was about to go out, and she was anxious, but she couldn't catch up when she went out. After all, she had to take into account her image. There were guards outside.
With the servant, he groaned and poured out a basin of water immediately.
When Jiang Fan opened the door, he suddenly felt something was wrong, because the door was pushed inside at the same time. He suddenly realized that someone was coming in and rushed out, and he was about to bump into the person who came.
Moreover, the saint chased after him and felt that the water had been poured out. Someone came in and was blocked from his way out, so he must be poured on water. That was the water for the saint to soak his feet. It would not be so good, but it was also unlucky. He quickly twisted his waist and floated instantly.
It's two meters away.
With a loud bang, he really came in alone, and the water was poured on the man. The saint was immediately overjoyed and hit it, just avenging Jiang Fan's feet to wash water in front of him.
Jiang Fan instantly used Feng Wuying's unique skill, which was too fast, and the splashes of water also affected his vision. Just as the people outside the door entered, the saint did not notice that Jiang Fan had already flashed to the side.
The saint looked at it again, and was stunned at first. Hey, the person is wrong, why did he look like a father? He was stunned for no reason, and suddenly he noticed someone next to him from the corner of his eyes. He saw that it was Jiang Fan, and hurriedly looked at Meng Bumi again, and immediately
I almost fainted when I woke up.
The man suddenly exclaimed, "I spilled the wrong one!" The saint threw away the basin in his hand with a bang, and quickly stepped forward and said with great embarrassment and apologized: "Father, yes, I'm sorry, I didn't spill you!"