Chapter 507 Actively admit your mistakes, dare to do it next time

  In the quiet room, Lu Bei played with the jasper gourd and Fantian seal, once a day, never tired of it.

   Except for himself, no one knows what he is joking about.

   There was a knock on the door of the quiet room, Zhao Wuyou came uninvited, and came to the couch with a sad face, holding a tattered helmet, without saying a word, just staring at Lu Bei.

  Looking too hotly, Lu Bei's heart trembled, and he subconsciously tightened his clothes.

   No, big sister, we have already agreed that Suzerain Lu is not close to women, why are you still insisting, can you afford to pay if the human design collapses?

   "Sect Master Lu, can you listen to Wuyou's complaints?"

   "It's fine to just talk, but you are not allowed to interrupt, let alone do anything, otherwise the suzerain will obey you." Lu Bei muttered, put away the two magic weapons, and moved his **** to make way for Zhao Wuyou to sit on half of the couch.

Zhao Wuyou didn't sit down, put down the broken helmet, with tears in his eyes: "This thing is my father's relic, my family will pick it up from the ruins of the windless city wall, and it's the only thing he left me. Thousands of melancholy."

  Lu Bei scratched his head, knowing that he must not persuade him at this time, if he dared to talk, Zhao Wuyou dared to sneak into his arms. We meet by chance, and we will be passers-by in the future, so there is no need to entrust the twenty-three pairs of ancestral magic weapons to each other for safekeeping.

  Zhao Wuyou stood there for a while, but couldn't wait for Lu Bei to speak, and looked at him resentfully: "Sect Master Lu, Wuyou wants to dance to a song, can you delay me for a while?"

"It's possible, but the ugly words are up front. You can't jump and fall into the arms of the suzerain, and you can't jump and lose your clothes." Lu Bei warned with a serious face. The suzerain must learn to protect himself when he goes out. If you want to take advantage of him, there is no way.

  Zhao Wuyou nodded, and danced slowly while sitting in front of the couch. His graceful figure was as beautiful as the crescent moon, and it lit up the whole quiet room.

  Although Lu Bei is a rough person, he has to admit, **** it, he dances really well.

  On the other side, the fierce Tu Yuan watched the beauty dancing solo for a while, her pale face improved a lot, she fixed her eyes on Lu Bei, her charming red lips slowly curled up.

   It’s a guest from afar. As the host, she should treat her well, and it’s really wrong to secretly play tricks on the guests.

  So, she found an excuse for herself, deliberately lost to Lu Bei during the daytime bickering, and Liang Zijie was tied. As a narrow-minded woman, she secretly revenged herself, isn't it too much?

   It’s not too much, after all, Xuanlong has a beautiful white hair, which is called the beauty of an adult.

   "Boy, let me see, are you good at talking, or are you only good at talking!"

  Tu Yuan smiled and bowed to the flags of the five directions.

  Different from bowing to the monster clan, this time the demonic thoughts of worshiping are relatively milder, neither murderous thoughts nor anger, only adding some charming colors to the quiet room.

  The black light representing the north is lit up, and desires abound in the quiet room, and two evil thoughts of female **** and female music come.

  Female musicians, like fairies and jade girls, lined up in a row, surrounded by singing and dancing, holding up neon clothes, both red shafts, competing to present gold clothes.

  Female women, such as a lot of beauties, gorgeous and heavy makeup, drinking at night in Lantai, jade body and light clothes, stagnant and coquettish, vying to be a couple.

  Under the blessing of two demonic thoughts, Zhao Wuyou moved to Qinglian, her graceful waist and limbs were softer, and her dancing figure was indescribably beautiful and elegant.

  His eyes are shining and hazy, like the mist in a cold pool in the morning, biting his red lips lightly, his expression is eager to speak but still shy, and his temperament gradually becomes charming and boneless.

  Lu Bei raised his hand and touched his chin. He felt that something was wrong, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong. It was not until Zhao Wuyou got closer and closer, and his slender fingers brushed his face with the fragrant wind, that he was sure that something was wrong.

  On the other side of the screen, Tu Yuan's breathing speeded up, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes, the gap between his fingers was so big, he was full of anticipation and waited for Lu Bei to hold back.

  Then she saw Zhao Wuyou froze, standing in front of the couch like a log.

   "Hey, what's going on, she sees through the world?"

  A string of question marks floated across Tu Yuan's forehead, he was puzzled, respectfully worshiped the magic thought, and warmed the quiet room again.

  Zhao Wuyou raised his hand and touched Lu Bei's chin, his face flushed, seeing Lu Bei's gaze dodging, with an embarrassed look on his face, he was so ashamed that he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

  She misses others when she sees her, and wants to find a friend to complain about and complain about.

  After much deliberation, Lu Bei was the only one who could speak in the entire General's Mansion. After all, Lu Bei had died in front of Lu Bei once, and there was no pressure to confide his depression.

   But what's going on now?

  Why did she dance so well, and still be so seductive, even if she danced, what happened to her hands?

   Really shameless!

  Zhao Wuyou hastily withdrew his hand, and apologized repeatedly to Lu Bei, saying that she didn't mean that, and the friendship has not deteriorated, so Lu Bei must not think too much about it.

   After she finished speaking, there was a lot of charm in her eyes, and she struck again, provoking Lu Bei's chin.

Apologize,

  Get started.

  Apologize again,

   Let's get started...

  Acknowledge your mistake actively, and dare to do it next time.

  After a few times, Zhao Wuyou wailed on the spot, and died the second time, completely humiliated.

  On the other side, Tu Yuan grabbed the ground with his head, couldn't stand up, supported his waist with one hand, and supported the ground with the other, also whimpering.

  When the prostration failed for the third time, the nature of the incident changed. She prostrated again and again as if in a fit of anger, but her waist was almost callused, and she didn't see the two of them rolling on the couch.

   "Impossible, absolutely impossible, even if the Great Seal of the Five Emperors failed, it would not be the result."

  Tu Yuan straightened up with difficulty, his beautiful eyes were narrowed into thin lines, and he stared at the shy Lu Bei. Obviously, Zhao Wuyou was repeatedly trapped by evil thoughts, and the problem was with this guy.

  According to her observation, every time Zhao Wuyou has physical contact with Lu Bei, he will be free from the control of the magic thoughts, and the whole person will wake up instantly, and once he leaves Lu Bei, he will be guided by the magic thoughts again.

   "This kid..."

  Tu Yuan bit his lip, thinking of Zhao Fangce's evaluation of Immortal Sword Intent, Abandoning the Classic of Invincibility is by no means as simple as it sounds in the literal sense.

...

   This shy look is too cheap, and it is difficult for Tu Yuan to understand his thoughts without teasing him twice.

   Here we go!

  Tu Yuan stood up straight, gritted her teeth and bowed nine times to Lu Bei. Out of caution, she didn't dare to make a bigger move at the beginning. The yellow flag in the center lit up, trying to arouse Lu Bei's gluttony.

  No need to fart, Lu Bei patted Zhao Wuyou on the shoulder, comforting her, when everyone is in a hurry, facing a beautiful man like the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he can't help but not be ashamed.

  After the words fell, Zhao Wuyou wailed again, and Tu Yuan also wailed in the same way.

  Beautiful eyes widened, she lay on the ground like a dead body, after a while, her whole body twitched and writhed, like a fish just landed, jumping back and forth, splashing water everywhere in the room.

   Sweat.

   Worshiped, but also defeated.

  Because the evil intentions that came to him were not strong, Tu Yuan quickly survived this wave of backlash, looking at the safe and sound Lu Bei in the painting in horror, as if he saw the devil king alive, and his faith was in front of him.

   "No no no, no...possible."

  Tu Yuan's teeth trembled, and he took out a black porcelain vase from his arms, and the entrance of a magic pill shrouded in black mist. Several red lines were drawn on his charming face, and the whites of his eyes turned to pitch black.

  This time, the defeat was fierce.

  The five-party flags lit up one after another, and then...

   "Ahhh—"

   "It hurts me!"

   A moment later, Tu Yuan was so painful that he gave up struggling, as if he had been played badly, his eyes were hollow and limp on the ground, tears and saliva slid down his cheeks, and his whole body was soaked in a puddle of water.

  Once in a while.

   After an unknown amount of time, Tu Yuan tremblingly propped up his weak body. In the picture, Lu Bei sent Zhao Wuyou away at the door of the quiet room. The latter faltered, as if he had lost all the colors in his life, and his future was gloomy.

   But that's not the point, Tu Yuan was terrified when he saw Lu Bei slowly cast his gaze, the two of them looked at each other across the air, one's heartbeat stopped suddenly, and the corner of the other's mouth evoked a bright and cheerful sunshine.

   "Jie Jie Jie Jie——"

"not good!"

  Tu Yuan quickly took down the scroll, and both Yuanshen and his body were tortured by backlash, and failed to control the spell in time. Not only was Lu Bei discovered the clue, but he also exposed his location.

   Run away!

  Tu Yuan stretched out his hands tremblingly and crawled forward, his soul had not yet returned to his position, and his physical body couldn't lift the slightest bit of strength. At this time, let alone Lu Bei, any little demon could do whatever he wanted to her.

  On another picture scroll, a demon general slaughters thousands of demons, and evil spirit mixed with blood energy soars into the sky, attracting a figure.

  Seeing this scene, Tu Yuan didn't care to run away. He lay down on the spot, took the opportunity to catch his breath, and determined Lu Li's coordinates by the way. It was usually an easy spell, and directly drained her last bit of strength.

  The red figure charged out with a sword, dancing wildly with the sword, and the demon general came to one place. For a moment, blood splattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the demon general had to manifest his original appearance after being killed.

  Sword fierce Dugu!

   "Dog, why is it you!"

  Tu Yuan raised his hands to cover his face, what he wanted, what he didn't have, and what he didn't want, all gathered together today.

   Pata.

  Footsteps landed on the ground, Lu Bei waved goodbye to Mu Lichen who opened the door, stepped out of the black crack, leaned over to look at the fierce thing at his feet, secretly thought that he was worthy of the name of the devil.

   That's right!

   "Lu, Sect Master Lu, what a coincidence, you are also in my room."

  Tu Yuan spoke dryly, with a weak smile on his pale face, with a hint of flattery, and he looked particularly well-behaved.

  Ever since she failed to worship, she has a heartfelt fear of Lu Bei, as expected...

  The immortal sword master of this generation is a demon descended into the world.

   In other words, she met a colleague of her boss.

   "It's not a coincidence, the suzerain came here on purpose."

Lu Bei ignored Tu Yuan, slipped around in the quiet room, first touched the five-party flag behind the altar, then stopped in front of the scroll, saw the swordsman dismembering a big monster into pieces, and picked out one with his long sword The still beating heart began to drink blood and eat.

  The picture was so beautiful that Lu Bei couldn't bear to look at it. He turned his head to look at Tu Yuan who was lying on the ground and crawling hard, secretly thinking that it was still so beautiful.

  He squatted down, grabbed Tu Yuan's ankle, and pulled the person back to him. When Tu Yuan crawled away, he stretched out his hand and pulled the person back.

  After three times, Tu Yuan gave up struggling and lay down in a big shape with his head up.

   "Sect Master Lu, let's have a good time!"

   "It's easy to say."

  Lu Bei clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slammed on Tu Yuan's chest hard. The white light opened the way and went straight to the wrist.

  (end of this chapter)