Traveling through the elf palace master play the king

"Such a beautiful body, no wonder Long Shuyu is so obsessed with you." He murmured on her pink bud, teasing her skin like a veteran in love.

Qingqing tilted her head, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, "You can never win Shuyu, because you can only force women." Murong Mingxun stopped and stared at her face with her eyes closed. Pain and pity flashed in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye,

replaced by anger.

Murong Mingxun didn't know why he cared so much about this woman's opinion. He stood up and left Qingqing's body, "Don't think your words have any effect. I just think that your body is not as beautiful as Hanyan in my village. In addition,

You don't have any charming expression on your face, it really doesn't interest me." He was lying. This body made his eyes hot. If Qingqing's words hadn't hit the man's self-esteem just now, he might not

Stop. How long will it take? She will eventually be his.

I really want to sleep.

After Qingqing was let go by Murong Mingxun, he was led to a room by the maid sent by him.

She rested her head on the edge of the tub, lowered her eyelids in the hot water, and her consciousness gradually entered a drowsy state. After being frightened, soaking in this large tub of hot water was a kind of spiritual enjoyment.

"Damn man, I almost scared myself to death. I hope I won't see what happened just now. But if I do, I won't come out to save myself. I'll wait for her to teach this wooden man a lesson." Qingqing beat the barrel angrily.

Medium hot water.

"Miss, do you want to get up? A little maid with a timid expression looked at Qing Qing who was slapping water in the barrel.

Qingqing was startled by the call, "Oh, okay"

Seeing the smile on her green and pink cheeks, the little maid also started to smile.

"What's your name?" Qingqing looked at the little maid in front of her unpreparedly.

"Slave Xiaoyue, the young master of the village asked me to serve here." Xiaoyue picked up a clean cloth and waited for Qingqing to get up.

"I'll just wipe it off myself. Can you turn around first?" Qingqing didn't want anyone to see the hickey that Murong Mingxun just left on her body. That guy was simply a pervert.

Qingqing quickly dried herself and put on her bottom garment. It was made of silk, but it seemed a bit too small.

Xiaoyue turned around and helped Qingqing fasten the belt around her waist. "Young lady, please dress for now. The young owner of the village has already ordered someone to make clothes for you."

"Whose clothes are these? Are they from Han Yan?" Qingqing felt a little disgusted with this clothes.

"This dress has never been worn by Miss Hanyan. It is new." Xiaoyue looked at the beautiful woman that the young owner had just brought back. She wondered if she was the young owner's new love, and she also saw her dissatisfaction with the clothes.

, so explained.

Qingqing saw the little maid's doubts and said, "I have nothing to do with that young village owner of yours. He is almost my uncle at that age. I don't get along with him."

"It turns out it's not the Young Master's -" Qingqing hurriedly prayed with her hands, "Thank you Lord! Fortunately, I have nothing to do with him."