Returning to Wanhua Tower, Zhao Wuyou was greeted by the gazes of many guests again. They looked at Zhao Wuyou with the same look that the leader of the Imperial Guard looked at him just now: envy, jealousy, and hatred!
Mu Lu also had a complicated look on his face when he saw Zhao Wuyou. He stepped forward and said:
"Mr. Wuyou, Miss Thrush is waiting for you upstairs. She has been waiting for you for an hour."
"This woman still dares to come to me? Does she think I haven't been in too much trouble lately? Look how I spank her when I go upstairs!" Zhao Wuyou went upstairs angrily and wanted to talk to Huamei.
Behind him are a group of men whose sanity has been burned away by the fire of jealousy.
"What did he just say?" a drunken guest with a red face asked his friend next to him.
"He wants to beat Thrush...hey"
Everyone watched Zhao Wuyou go upstairs, but in addition to jealousy, there was also anger in their eyes.
"Oh, you won't feel bad if you get it. Women are meant for pain, not for beating?"
Zhao Wuyou walked upstairs and saw the door to his room wide open, four maids surrounding Huamei, and the picture showed Zhao Wuyou looking seriously at the wrinkled clothes.
"What bad thing did you do to end up like this?" Her tone sounded like a resentful woman who picked up her husband at home.
Entering the room, Zhao Wuyou sat on the chair angrily, took a deep breath, then frowned and said:
"Why do you think you are so good-looking? Everyone in the capital regards me as a love rival. I advise you to find someone to marry as soon as possible so as not to cause trouble."
Huamei, who was sitting opposite, looked at Zhao Wuyou's unlucky appearance and sighed with some regret:
"Originally I thought you were arrogant, but now it seems that you are also afraid? Don't you think being envied by others is something to be proud of?"
Women, aren't you afraid of anything just to satisfy your own vanity? Zhao Wuyou looked at Huamei speechlessly. This extremely beautiful woman in front of him has now become a living broom star, someone who has some connection with her.
, nothing good will happen.
"looking for me?"
Hearing Zhao Wuyou's impatient voice, Huamei was not angry. She just motioned for her four maids to leave and guard the door.
When the four maids left, Hua Mei's expression changed, and then she looked at Zhao Wuyou with some seriousness and asked:
"Who is your master?"
When she asked about this, Zhao Wuyou clearly saw a hint of rigor and urgency.
"I don't have a master."
Thrush and black face said angrily:
"Then who is Cao Yunfei? Who taught you the Supreme Taoist Scriptures you studied?"
Looking at Huamei frowning and angry, Zhao Wuyou smiled instead. He shrugged, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted the early spring tea comfortably. At this moment, he just wanted to see Huamei angry more, and it was considered revenge for her.
Trouble caused by oneself.
"Zhao Wuyou, I advise you not to play with fire! If you don't explain this matter clearly, I'm afraid there will be more people in the capital to deal with you in the future, and they won't be as easy to talk to as me." Huamei threatened nakedly.
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"You already know the truth, so why bother asking me? Do I look like someone who knows everything?" Zhao Wuyou raised his head and looked at Huamei helplessly.
"Haha, you are right." Huamei smiled slightly, her thin lips raised slightly, and her eyes were extremely charming. Such a smile from a peerless beauty made Zhao Wuyou almost lose his mind, but at least he survived the strong wind and waves and did not sink.
"Where is the Supreme Dao Sutra now? How about giving it to me? You can set the terms." Huamei stretched out her white and slender palm and asked Zhao Wuyou for the Supreme Dao Sutra.
"No more." Zhao Wuyou said awkwardly.
"Impossible, how could such an important thing be missing?" Huamei rarely lost her elegance. She frowned and stood up to look at Zhao Wuyou.
Zhao Wuyou didn't say anything when he was questioned. He stood up and rummaged through his clothes that had been balled up and ready to be thrown away, and finally found a ball of paper scraps that had weathered and crumbled at the touch of it.
Holding the scraps of paper, Zhao Wuyou awkwardly walked to the table, placed the carefully held scraps of paper on the table, and said:
"This is the Supreme Tao Sutra. If you want it, take it. You're welcome."
A good book was ruined like this by Zhao Wuyou. Huamei's heart ached. She had already seen the word "Supreme" on the almost mottled book cover. This thing that looked like scraps of paper was actually what she had been looking for for a long time.
The Supreme Dao Sutra.
"Why did you treat such an important thing like this?" Huamei said angrily, his sharp eyes seeming to penetrate Zhao Wuyou.
Zhao Wuyou curled his lips. He had read a small book hundreds of times and didn't pay attention to protecting it. What's weird about it being like this?
"Since you have learned the Supreme Tao Sutra, can you teach me a lesson?" Huamei tucked a lock of hair beside her temples behind her ears and said a little embarrassedly.
Under Huamei's gaze, Zhao Wuyou set up the music score. He lay back on his bed and said with an indifferent expression:
"Teaching you? Why, don't you know that I am very busy? I will suffer a lot from teaching such a stupid apprentice like you."
Being used to flattering people, Huamei was somewhat uncomfortable with Zhao Wuyou's arrogance and domineering attitude. However, as she wanted to beg others, she still chose to be polite first. If she refused to listen to good words, she would use force.
As a gust of fragrant wind came, Zhao Wuyou saw Huamei sitting beside his bed. She looked into Zhao Wuyou's eyes, her eyes were full of affection and her eyes were flowing. She opened her mouth and said each word with great charm.
He said suddenly:
"As long as you are willing to teach me the Supreme Tao Sutra, I am willing to promise you anything."
How many people are willing to sacrifice their lives to get Huamei's words, but Zhao Wuyou is not among them. He is lustful, but he hopes to achieve a career of his own.
"Are you really willing to do anything?" Zhao Wuyou repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah." Huamei lowered her head pretendingly, her face flushed, looking like an ignorant girl who had just fallen in love.
Zhao Wuyou was equally excited. He sat up excitedly and lay next to Huamei's ear. First he blew a gentle breath of wind into her ear. The fluff on her ears moved backwards under Zhao Wuyou's blowing.
After falling down, Zhao Wuyou could clearly feel Huamei's body shaking slightly.
Huamei clenched her dress tightly with both hands, quietly waiting for Zhao Wuyou to indulge in her beauty trap.
After blowing, Zhao Wuyou raised his mouth and said with a smile:
"If I believe you, I'd be a fool."
"Ding, dude is worth 2"
Huamei turned her head in disbelief. She wanted to look at Zhao Wuyou's face to confirm that what she just heard was not an illusion.
But in her impatience, she didn't expect that Zhao Wuyou had expected that she would take this step, and his mouth was already waiting for her to turn her head.
"Bo"
Huamei turned around and kissed Zhao Wuyou's mouth with a smirk on his face.
"Are you serious, Huamei?" Zhao Wuyou said with a smile with some of Huamei's rouge on the corner of his mouth. The dandy's style was clearly visible, and Huamei finally confirmed the fact that he had not fallen into her beauty trap at all.
With a crack, Huamei stood up, gritted his teeth angrily, looked at Zhao Wuyou, and asked:
"Will you give me this supreme scripture or not?"
"Do you think I will give it to you or not?" Zhao Wuyou continued to look at Huamei teasingly.
"Ding, dude is worth 1"
The angry Huamei smiled instead of angry, but the knuckles of her fists turned white from the clenched fists, which was obviously because she was so angry.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Huamei threatened.
Zhao Wuyou has barged in with swords, mountains and seas of fire, and he has been constantly fighting with people in the past few days. How could he be afraid of such a harmless threat like Huamei?
"I'll kill you," Huamei spread her palms, and a blood-red sword appeared invisibly. Just when she was about to kill Zhao Wuyou, the playboy, she heard:
"I can give you the Sutra, but you need to answer three questions from me."
"Really?" Huamei couldn't believe that Zhao Wuyou could honestly hand over the Supreme Taoist Scripture.
Zhao Wuyou spread his hands, slowly walked towards Huamei, and placed his neck next to the Thrush Sword.
"Is this going downhill?"
Huamei was a little surprised, but she still chose to believe it. She asked seriously:
"You said you have three questions to answer. What three questions are they?"
Zhao Wuyou swallowed, then pretended to look forward to death and asked:
"Why did you, the Phoenix Clan, suddenly abandon the royal family? It's inappropriate to leave the sacred beasts that protect the country, but you want to hide away."
Before Zhao Wuyou finished speaking, the sword in Huamei's hand came closer, and the sharp blade sliced Zhao Wuyou's neck.
"Who told you that I am from the Phoenix clan? If you tell me, I will spare your life." Huamei shouted angrily. Apparently, Zhao Wuyou said that this question had already been asked to her Ni Lin.
"I guessed..." Zhao Wuyou replied casually. He didn't believe Huamei would really kill him.
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