How could Liu Prostitute, a scholar with no strength, withstand his blow?
This kick happened to hit the chest again.
thump!
The whole person was like a broken sack, flying to the courtyard gate, lying on the ground, vomiting blood.
Zhao Xiaole just glanced at it and said, "You can get out!"
When the old woman guarding the door saw this, she stepped forward, picked up Liu Prostitute, and pulled her out by the neck with a hint of disgust.
Completely ignoring his life and death.
In order not to alert the enemy, Zhao Xiaole naturally reserved his strength and did not kill the opponent, but he basically crippled him.
Even so, after he turned around and returned to the house, he remained sullen and indifferent, and was bullied to the door.
Even without reading the memory, Zhao Xiaole, who has been in the court for a long time, has already developed a keen sense of smell.
King Pingxi was probably aware of his arrival.
If you think about it carefully, the city gate guard's provocation was not as simple as asking for money. He had obviously been instructed by someone else.
Behind him, someone was always staring at him.
The purpose of his visit to Yun Mansion was to persuade King Pingxi to side with the Holy Lady and to take the opportunity to find out the relationship between Xuanshui and the Demonic Cult.
So far, it seems that Shifang Walker has really got it right.
The best way is to retreat to Chuzhou.
No risk is necessary.
But……
When Zhao Xiaole looked at the Saint, the Saint shook her head at him, "If King Pingxi really turns to the main war faction."
"Then King Pingxi doesn't need to take action at all. There are so many people in the world and they won't let us leave safely. If we run away now, I'm afraid there will be ambushes all over the road."
Zhao Xiaole slowly stood up and said to the window: "What do you mean, you are going to see King Ping Xi tomorrow to try to get a chance of survival?"
The saint nodded and said, "Not bad."
"Okay, then find someone to pretend to be you. Tomorrow you take the opportunity to leave Yun Mansion and return to Chuzhou. I will personally test King Ping Xi's bottom line." Zhao Xiaole said.
Zhao Xiaole is a master. He is confident that even if he is surrounded by a hundred thousand iron armor and is surrounded by masters like Lin, he can still find opportunities to escape.
The saint snorted, "Even if you are already a master, you may not be able to defeat so many people on the other side."
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
In the beginning, Xuan Shui was able to leave the capital largely because Zhao Xiaole was not yet a master.
If he had the current strength, Xuanshui would have had no choice but to die in the capital with hatred.
Now, the situation has turned around.
Yun Mansion is more like Xuanshui's home court, waiting for Zhao Xiaole to jump in. If a master master resists him, it will be difficult for him to escape.
There will definitely be more than one grandmaster attending the meeting tomorrow.
With several masters joining forces, it is absolutely impossible for Zhao Xiaole to survive.
The saint walked slowly to his side and said softly: "Whether it's life or death, I have to try it tomorrow."
"If the orthodox sect is destroyed, I don't intend to live alone."
When she talked about death, there was a hint of determination in the saint's eyes.
Escape from Yun Mansion and stick to Chuzhou?
Although it is a good idea, everyone knows that once the Demon Sect comes out, it will be difficult for Zhao Xiaole to take back Pingxi Palace without enough troops.
Not to mention rushing into the mountains to re-establish the foundation of the Demon Sect.
It's not that it can't be done.
But it took too long.
It was too long for the saint to wait for him like this. She was the saint of the Demon Cult, and she had made an oath to live and die with her followers.
Moreover, she lost the Demonic Cult. After returning to Chuzhou, as a lonely person, can she still be a saint?
Can the Demonic Cult be restored?
The only thing she can do is to stay with Zhao Xiaole and become one of his women.
Zhao Xiaole also felt her firmness, and slowly put her hand on her chest, looked at her, and murmured:
"Don't worry, I will never let anyone hurt you, nor will I allow you to die!"
When the saint heard this, a trace of tenderness flashed in her eyes.
This kind of tenderness was something Zhao Xiaole had never seen before. She raised her head and met Zhao Xiaole's gaze, her eyes filled with sparkling light.
Under the candlelight, the fragrant lips are even more delicate.
Like a lovely peach, Zhao Xiaole couldn't help but bite it.
This is what he thinks and he plans to do the same.
Before he could take the initiative, the saint took the initiative to greet him, and Zhao Xiaole immediately responded enthusiastically.
Just when Zhao Xiaole thought he was about to get what he wanted, the Saint suddenly took action.
Even as a master, Zhao Xiaole was not at all prepared for this moment of tenderness.
The saint's movement was too fast and she directly pointed at the key point on his chest.
It was also at this time that Zhao Xiaole realized that the saint's martial arts skills had also improved rapidly.
In a short period of time, she went from being a top-notch expert to reaching the bottleneck stage of her spiritual awareness. Once she breaks through the bottleneck, she can step into the realm of a master.
It's probably the effect of that Asparagus plant.
"Why?" Zhao Xiaole asked.
The saint has controlled the key points on his body. Although he can break them open with his internal strength, it will take at least an hour.
But now he can't move.
The saint looked at him seriously, "If I go to the banquet tomorrow, I might die, but you can't die."
"If you die, who will avenge me?"
Zhao Xiaole looked at her with a gloomy face, but said nothing.
When did it happen? He actually relied on a woman to save his life, and indescribable anger surged up.
If the saint died tomorrow, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
The saint seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile: "You don't have to blame yourself. After all, this is my own choice and has nothing to do with you."
Then, the Holy Lady made a blast of palm, closed the door with a squeak, and pushed Zhao Xiaole onto the bed.
Then, in front of Zhao Xiaole, she took off her clothes, lifted the gauze curtain naked, and walked in.
Normally, Zhao Xiaole would naturally be full of joy and look forward to what will happen next.
But now, he is not looking forward to it at all.
He just wanted to persuade the saint to give up her plan to attend the banquet.
The saint walked up to Zhao Xiaole, untied her hair, and her long hair poured down like a waterfall.
Under the backlight, that face had a hint of charm and shyness, but it was still breathtakingly beautiful.
And everything in front of him was an unparalleled beauty that Zhao Xiaole had never seen before.
The saint stretched out her hand and began to take Zhao Xiaole's belt. At the same time, she said: "Dragon grass has raised my internal strength to the extreme."
"If you don't break through to the master realm, and the excess medicinal power remains in your body, you will only become obsessed with it. Instead of doing this, I might as well give it all to you."
"These are the Yin Yin Purple Qi in my body. Even if you are cultivating pure Yang internal energy, it will still be harmful and useless."
Zhao Xiaole: "..."
I misunderstood the feelings.
After removing his clothes, the saint also helped him untie his hair, "When teaching the exercises, hot and cold alternate, and clothes can easily make people go crazy!"
She helped Zhao Xiaole sit up cross-legged, while she sat opposite him, and then their palms touched each other.
"Calm down!"
The saint began to pour the excess Yin Yin purple energy into Zhao Xiaole's body one by one.
Zhao Xiaole was speechless for a moment and then began to concentrate on refining.
Although his body cannot move, there is still no problem in moving his inner breath. At the same time, he also knows why the saint sealed his acupuncture points?
If not, how could he endure it in the face of this situation?