What Kind of Bad Thoughts Can the Eunuch Have?

After training Ah Da, Qin Yuan continued to take a bath in comfort.

Feeling something was wrong, so I lifted my hand slightly.

Incarnated as a beauty, Asan, who was giving Qin Yuan a bath, although reluctantly, picked up a grape and fed it to Qin Yuan's mouth.

sweet.

What a sweet day.

It's a pity that these two goods can only be transformed into a small quarter of an hour, which is six or seven minutes, and the thought of being a paper man makes people very irritable.

If only it were real.

Emmm...

If Concubine Min came to feed her grapes, it must be more flavorful, right?

Then let Su Qinqin come to rub her back, little girl, it's not a loss to her.

In this way, there is still a lack of piano players... This is a bit troublesome. With the qualifications of the female emperor's wife, this is definitely not possible.

Suddenly a figure flashed in my mind.

Zhong Jinyi?

Hey, why is she always messing around?

In other words, this kind of woman is also quite pitiful. Putting aside her age, no warrior would dare to marry her just because of her fierce reputation.

Even if they were married, the bridegroom came in happily at the bridal chamber, and the two looked at each other. Before they could speak, she would get up and give them a beating.

The key is that her cultivation base is so high that she can still resist. If it is an ordinary person, he will lift her red hijab, and she will lift his skull, which is a proper tragedy.

...

But I would love to see what she looks like.

After all, the figure is still good, and from the feel of the day, it is really...

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard a sharp warning from Ah Er on the roof through consciousness.

Qin Yuan immediately frowned and focused his consciousness on Ah Er's field of vision.

Not far away, in the rainy night, I saw a man dressed in black and wearing a copper mask, walking silently towards Ganxi Palace.

Qin Yuan's heart skipped a beat, looking at this outfit, it looked like he was going to do a murder business.

What's the situation, before the silver note was spent, they started it?

So quickly get dressed.

Yu Wanxiu walked unhurriedly to the back wall of the Ganxi Palace, and then his body fluttered, jumping up like a piece of paper.

In fact, it was too early to leave the ugly, so he planned to kill the little **** first, and then have a tea party in the Ganxi Palace.

But just as he was waiting for him to cross the wall, a hidden arrow suddenly flew out of an inconspicuous small tube on the inside of the wall.

Yu Wanxiu frowned slightly, thinking that it was interesting that this little Ganxi Palace had such a mechanism.

However, it's just a little trick!

Yu Wanxiu raised his sword to cut off the dark arrow, but was shocked to see that the dark arrow exploded in the air, turning into a huge fishing net.

He had never seen such a delicate mechanism, but he still did not panic, snorted coldly, gently lifted the sword, and a cold sword light flashed, expecting that the net would be broken into several pieces.

But no, the net just broke a big hole.

Yu Wanxiu began to be surprised, this web is probably made of monster spider webs? But even if it is the web of the demon spider, it is absolutely impossible to block his sword without breaking it, right?

Surprised but surprised, he still calmly passed through the hole in the net.

However, after wearing it, he suddenly felt that a sharp blade had been slashed on his arm.

Taking a closer look, he found that there were seven or eight barbed hooks hidden behind the fishing net, and it was the hooks above that hurt him.

He recognized that the hook was made of the claw tips of the fourth-grade demon and seven-fingered demon cat.

With his tyrannical cultivation, Yu Wanxiu was only scratched a small layer of skin, but he still frowned.

Who the **** lives in this Ganxi Palace, who can have such a high-quality monster and such a delicate mechanism... Could it be that there is a Mo family here?

Immediately, his expression froze again.

No, this thing is still poisonous?

Yu Wanxiu was a little angry, and it was endless, right? How many layers of traps are in this small trap?

The key is that this poison is extremely poisonous. Although the poison can't overwhelm you, you have to let yourself consume True Qi to resist... Could it be that this is a poison that the master of medicine has trained himself?

Doesn't it mean that there is a little **** living here?

Yu Wanxiu began to cheer up, fearing that there was another mechanism inside, he held his breath and walked slowly forward.

The thunderstorm was getting bigger and bigger, and there was lightning and thunder.

Rumble, boom!

One after another electric light fell from the sky, as if it was about to slash on people.

"boom!"

Sure enough, it hit someone...

After a loud bang, I saw a blue dragon hanging through Yu Wanxiu's body.

Yu Wanxiu froze all over, spitting smoke, the copper mask made of metal was instantly blown away, and the clothes were even more tattered. Not to mention the front chest and back, there were only two curled cloth strips left on his legs. , The newly bought cloth boots on the feet also broke two large holes, and the toes were exposed from the holes.

The whole body was filled with all kinds of burnt smells from hair, cloth, and flesh.

At the same time, his body also turned upside down, blood and righteousness surged violently like a boat in a rainstorm, followed by ubiquitous pain.

Standing in a big pit, Yu Wanxiu began to think about life.

He didn't understand why he was struck by lightning?

I have heard that the third-rank master Yujian was struck by lightning while flying, and it became a joke in the rivers and lakes for a while, but he was just walking on the road, so he would also be hacked?

It's no wonder that he didn't notice where the thunder came from, because on the one hand, it was indeed thundering, which affected his consciousness. On the other hand, he was still using some of his righteousness to fight the poison, although Chu Yanxiu's life-saving poison soon disappeared. He was easily forced out, but after all, it also affected his attention.

Coupled with the speed of lightning, if the third-rank pseudo-great master does not concentrate all his spiritual consciousness, he will not be able to distinguish whether it is from the bottom up or from the top down.

But in the end, he was the great master. Although Yu Wanxiu was hit by a landmine, he only suffered some injuries and did not lose his combat effectiveness.

He quickly stabilized his righteousness, and then decided to immediately rush into the slave room and kill the little eunuch... Then he stopped drinking tea and left quickly. This is very evil in the West Palace.

At this moment, he suddenly found that he didn't know when, the fog was already filled with fog, and his eyes were completely white.

It's a fog formation!

Yu Wanxiu sneered, and instantly poured righteousness into the long sword.

The long sword was suspended in front of him, and suddenly the sword energy overflowed, emitting an orange sword light, which easily pierced the fog and illuminated the scene within a radius of several meters.

However, the fog was still there, which surprised Yu Wanxiu again.

What a powerful fog array!

He was about to exert his strength, trying to completely remove the mist, but suddenly found that the mist seemed to flow with some kind of strong... an indescribable fragrance.

At this moment, at the end where the sword light could shine, another beautiful woman with a lute in hand and a light tulle dress appeared.

The woman stroked the pipa and looked at him shyly.

Yu Wanxiu has been castrated for more than 40 years. He thought that his heart was already as cold as the sword in his hand, and he would no longer be interested in this mundane thing.

However, at this moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he thought of the past.

That year, I was eighteen and she was sixteen.

The **** young man, who was determined to use his sword to the world, sold his ancestral house and exchanged a sword and a hundred taels of silver.

Under the eaves at dusk, she hugged her legs tightly, crying not to let herself go.

That is the woman he loves in every possible way, and the woman who gave him his first taste of cloud and rain.

But he still drew his sword and killed her.

The long sword slashed her throat, and the blood was as bright and dazzling as the peony in midsummer.

She fell, but it wasn't just her who died, but also the once amorous self.

I still remember the last words she said.

"Master, you have to give money anyway. If you don't give money, are you still human?"