Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 274: A Strategy

"Uncle Master, does the Nine Flower Jade Dew really work?"

Bai Zhi, who had been walking away, suddenly turned around and walked back, looking worried. She asked inexplicably:

"Of course, I have kept that kind of treasure for over a hundred years, so how could it be ineffective? But are you sure that you can get this immortal body in your hands?"

Bai Zhi slowly shook her head:

"I've only reached the second step now. Ever since Long Yuan was defeated, I've gone through countless dangers and hardships. I planted the nightshade in his body, even at the cost of my beauty. I kissed him, sucked his blood, and wasted countless words and words before finally bringing him here. I wanted to merge my essence and blood with his. Only then, when we reach the Jinghai Ancestral Witch Sacred Tree, can I seamlessly seize his immortal body. If we don't have a wedding night here, I'm afraid of what might happen..."

"What if?"

The old woman asked nervously.

"I don't have his blood and essence in me, so the immortal body won't fuse!"

The old woman thought for a long time before she said, "Go ahead and do it. I will ensure that your bridal chamber remains intact tonight."

"I understand! Thank you, Uncle Master!"

Bai Zhi bowed, with a look of pride in her expression.

It was as if the high-spirited Lord Baihuang of the past and the gentle and cowardly Li Qingshuang were completely gone.

The old woman bit her lip:

"You and I are both for the Longyuan Sword Sect. Why should we thank you? If you can truly use this immortal body to ascend to the hopeless situation and emulate the feat of the Human Emperor ten thousand years ago, and make Longyuan the greatest sword sect in Jiuzhou, then all the lives lost will be worthy!"

Baizhi said nothing, as if she had forgotten the bamboo forest from afar.

The old woman stood up:

"I'll arrange for someone to arouse his desire first! Wait for my news before going in!"

The old woman turned around and suddenly disappeared.

Bai Zhi nodded and stepped back. She gently pushed open a door, walked in, and gently closed the door.

At this time, Du Fang was lying on the bed in a daze, with heavenly music floating in his head, and his soul seemed to be about to break out of his body and soar into the sky.

Du Fang propped himself up painfully, trying to force out the wine he had drunk.

He always felt like there was something hanging on his heart.

It's like an unknown danger lurking beside you, but you don't know what to do.

He took a long time to force out the alcohol he had drunk.

As soon as he opened his mouth, countless filth came out.

There is something really odd about this house.

This was Du Fang's first thought. A subconscious feeling made him feel that there was danger here, but he didn't know why or where the danger was.

He wanted to leave, but he also wanted to tell Bai Zhi before leaving.

Jinghai can go alone.

This is where Baizhi's uncle lives.

She is a disabled person, so it is safest for her to live here. It won't be too late to take her away when Jing Hai comes back.

Having made up his mind, Du Fang decided to leave directly.

Just when he was about to slip away quietly, a woman with a slender waist, skin as white as mutton-fat jade, and rouge on her lips and forehead appeared at the banquet, swaying her willow-like waist.

The woman who had helped him into the house came back and asked him gently and kindly:

"Little Taoist priest, are you okay?"

Du Fang's body shook suddenly. The woman stepped quietly, and he only heard her coming when she came close to him.

A sense of fear welled up in his heart, but he remained expressionless as he said calmly, "I'm fine. I just drank too much and feel a little dizzy!"

He immediately walked away from the filth he had just vomited out, and blocked the woman's way with his body, not wanting her to see him spit out the wine.

The woman said:

"My name is Xiao He. What's your name, Taoist Priest?"

When she asked this question, she deliberately bent down, revealing her snow-white chest.

Du Fang said: "Just call me Du Fang!"

Miss Xiaohe put her hand on him, supported him, and said, "My mother-in-law asked me to take you to the side room to rest. My dear guest, please come this way!"

In the shade of the bamboo forest, a cluster of temples were lined up one after another. Xiaohe helped Du Fang into the nearest bamboo house.

The house was luxuriously furnished, with fine wooden furniture, incense burning, and a bed of silk and satin. Xiao He took off his boots, put them away, and then, like a gentle and virtuous wife, she stroked his face and said softly:

"Little Taoist Priest, you've drunk quite a bit of wine. I'll get you some vegetable soup to sober you up!"

Looking at that charming and beautiful face, Du Fang suddenly felt a surge of heat.

He immediately thought of Bai Zhi's charming face on Longyuan Mountain.

At that time, he was confident of victory and flirted with that woman wantonly. But now, after drinking again, there was another equally beautiful woman in front of him, stroking his face with a pair of smooth hands.

Du Fang felt a surge of excitement in his heart:

"Don't leave, I just want to eat you!"

Xiaohe's face flushed bright red, but she didn't pull her hand away, and a casual smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She said softly: "We are my mother-in-law's servants. If the distinguished guest has other requests, we can meet them..." As soon as she said this.

She raised her face, and her already charming face was filled with an even more debauched look.

Du Fang laughed: "I knew it long ago, you have been holding it in for a long time! It's been a long time since you have seen a living man!"

Finally, his rough right hand hesitantly reached under the hem of her dress.

Du Fang's expression suddenly froze, as if a dish that was originally delicious in color, aroma and taste turned into the taste of stinky dog ​​shit after he put it in his mouth.

Fortunately, Du Fang had been around for a long time and was very quick-witted. He immediately changed his expression and said with a smile, "Miss, your skin is so smooth and shiny. You must have taken good care of it!"

"Of course! Mother-in-law used all her spices and milk on our bodies, so how could it not be smooth?"

Du Fang looked at her pretty face and deliberately reached out to hold her slender waist.

Xiao He smiled and pushed him away:

"Are you so impatient? It's not even late yet. It wouldn't be nice if someone saw us!"

She didn't refuse, but just said it was still early.

"Come up!"

Xiaohe no longer refused. She just took off her shoes and was about to go to bed, but suddenly she seemed to remember something and put her shoes back on.

She walked out the door gracefully, lowered the curtain, and blew a kiss to Du Fang.

"You wait!"

Du Fang snorted inwardly:

"I don't know what this bitch is up to!"

As soon as this thought passed through his mind, he suddenly looked at the silent footprints on the ground and suddenly stood up. The lustful expression in his eyes immediately disappeared. With sharp movements, he got out of bed, put on his shoes, and squatted on the ground.

He could accept that this woman was a ghost, a spirit, or even a fairy, but he could not accept something that even he himself could not clearly judge.

When he put his hand in just now, it was not human skin at all.

Du Fang sneered and put the sword under his pillow.

He wanted to see what tricks they could come up with.

He prepared everything he needed and lay back on the bed, wanting to see what these women wanted to do to him.

He is an immortal spirit and has a grudge against Long Yuan for destroying his sect. Although Bai Zhi and her senior sister have merged into one, the old woman has terrifying cultivation and was once a figure in the Long Yuan Sword Sect. She had been trying to win him over during the banquet just now.

Du Fang had long sensed the danger hidden behind the smile.

After a while, the woman named Xiaohe came in again. This time, there was a plate of hot food and a cup of sobering tea on the plate.

Xiao He looked at Du Fang with a loving expression, her voice extremely gentle:

"These are fresh beans grown in my mother-in-law's fields. I steamed them with white fish from this river. After three hours in the steamer, when the skin is crispy and the meat is tender, I sprinkle them with tofu sauce. Try some first. We also have sobering tea here, which is perfect for sobering up!"

Du Fang didn't look at the dish. He stared at Xiao He's plump lips and smiled deliberately:

"No river delicacy can compare to your lips. Did you just go back and touch up your makeup?"

As Xiaohe approached, he immediately pulled her onto the bed and wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist.

Du Fang was just about to take action when suddenly, a huge, gray shadow appeared above his head, with its hands open, pressing on his shoulders.