Two uninvited guests, one holding a big white cat in his arms, and the other cursing an invisible bastard with his waist and pinching his mouth. Who else could it be if it were An Xianer and An Dier?

I don’t know what An Xian’er was thinking, but with An Dier, she blocked the Western Chess that had just gone to cook water and make tea in the corridor. Then, the two sisters and two guys, regardless of the loss of Western Chess’ faces, pinched the towering mountains in front of the little girl with one hand and started playing with it. While kneading her five fingers, she also said something to each other that no one could understand. However, she was so embarrassed that the Western Chess wanted to smash the teapot in her hand on the faces of the two female gangsters.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Western Chess is, she always has no spiritual roots. Even if she learns martial arts, it is convenient for Chen Guanshui to get her in bed. Now, she has accepted her fate. She is seeing more and more women around the young master, more beautiful women, and even those kind of beautiful women that can suffocate. The only thing she can still make the young master nostalgic is that there are only two things left.

The first is the love that grew up together. It is the love that slept in the same room when I was only over two years old. It is the love that was closer than the brother and sister when I was a child. It was the love that both of them cried each other and then gloated; it was the love that was planted and grown up little by little by little by little by little by little by little by young master, and then picked fruits at the most appropriate time.

In particular, the two mountains on his chest are the favorites of the young master, and they were born out of him little by little. Although these two balls have caused a little trouble in many things in the Pingri, and they are often teased by the three little girls, but being able to hug the young master, let him use himself as a pillow, and let him sleep in his gentle country, what is this effort?

However, just a few days after coming out of the Mirage Illusion, Xiqi felt a crisis. Chen Guanshui just left the door and had twenty wonderful and beautiful puppets around him. Although they were puppets today, it was difficult to protect Mingri and would become a real person. At that time, how could there be a place next to the young master?

Now that Ri Thirty-two sits upright in a tall building, without any action, hundreds of thousands of female monks come to climb on, which completely shocks the Western Chess.

She understood that the young master was a genius. The first-grade chief student of Baishi Academy two years ago was not fake. The hundreds of true teachings learned in the Mirage Illusion last year were not fake. The Luofu Chen family imprint on the young master was not fake. One day in the future, the young master will definitely become a foundation-building monk, a golden elixir monk, and may even become a true master of the Nascent Soul like Thirty-two. At that time, will the young man still have his own existence in his heart?

Probably not.

I am just a mortal, and at most I only have a lifespan of decades. If the young master could reward some pills, he might live for a hundred years. But can a woman after thirty still be considered a woman?

A riri's beauty is weak, while a riri's strange mood is deteriorating. I am like falling flowers and mud, and he is still green leaves on the branches. How could he still linger for himself?

So Xiqi looked at the beautiful puppets, and looked at them as if they were alive, flowing in several nearby rooms, cooking all the things the young master needed, so that the four little girls who should have done these things had no room for interference. In the end, there was only the only thing left to serve the bed. But what Xiqi was thinking was another thing.

She did not intend to accept her fate as peacefully as Dongqin. She was always pressed on the couch by the young master in the piano room and was stabbed hard by the small sword for an afternoon; she was not as ignorant as Nanshu, but just cared about enjoying the young master's care and never thought about the future; she did not have the ambition of Beihua, thinking about things that people like herself should not think about at all, wanting to give birth to a son with the young master, and then relying on that son to get more.

Xiqi looked at the puppets, but was thinking about something very special!

If I could die peacefully at the age of eighteen at the peak of the youth, will the young master make such a puppet for me, will it be as flexible as those in front of me? Will this allow the young master to see the most beautiful place I have always seen?

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Maybe An Xian'er had pinched the agate temple on the top of the mountain, or maybe An Di'er walked away with his hand, and it was like going to go to the black forest as soon as he slipped. Finally, the Western Chess couldn't help it. A sound as thin as an orchestra, or a moan of a swan being caught in an arrow. One hand threw the teapot out, and the other hand grabbed the tail of the big white cat and rubbed it. Her body was like a fish that was free from water, and she struggled desperately.

When Chen Guanshui put on his clothes and kicked open the door, he saw that two female gangsters in red had almost tore up the body of the girl in Western chess, and it also made the girl collapse on the bulkhead like mud, and could only mumble in a mess.

But the two women in red in front of them took their hands back as if nothing had happened. Even a holy light appeared on their faces, as dignified and luxurious as the purest and most sacred saint. They couldn't stand the girl under her feet, with large white skin, full of sweat and blue marks, and what was the girl who was already confused with her eyes? She raised her head like a swan, pushed Chen Guanshui away as soon as she raised her hand, and stepped into his room with her chest.

Chen Guanshui could only touch his nose with verbal touching his nose behind them.

Think about the several high-level female monks she met, whether it was Gongsun Yuan, Lin Keya, or Xu Changqing, A Jing, and the two An family women in front of her were normal. It was Lin Keya, who seemed to have no vision, but what A Jing showed in the mirror was that she liked the most at night was a dozen fair-skinned and plump women, squeezing into a big bed to fall asleep. Xu Changqing was also once drunk in a brothel in Yangzhou, and she couldn't get out of bed for three or five days.

It is probably because these female monks have high cultivation levels. They can stand in a very high position and look down at the common people. They can calmly look at the world in front of them, which is almost made up of men. They can easily have a duli ziyou world and practice their own laws in that small world. However, they rarely stand in the world with the attitude of a woman. They often become more manly than men, or they are in chaos and strangeness.

The Dharma is loved, the Dharma is loved!

Chen Guanshui is a person who is used to painting yellow pictures, but only when he paints those two sets of films for Gongsun Yuan, he dares to completely indulge his imagination, imagining how these women who are soaring high above like swans and staying on the lake water are pressed under a man, and how they sink into the bliss between the sun. At other times, it is impossible to see their little women's expressions.

Because it was impossible, Chen Guanshui could only speak now. With a wave of his hand, three beautiful puppets came over, carried the Western Chess away with slight steps, sent it to a nearby cabin, wiped her clean, and burned a furnace of calm incense for her, so that she could have a good sleep.

Turning around again, An Xian'er stood in front of the puppet, standing at a critical point that would not cause the reaction of the jing ring array in the puppet's body, and looked carefully. After watching for a long time, especially when looking at the magic arrays hidden in the two arms of the puppet and the corresponding talisman array on the magic sword.

However, after An Xian'er finished reading it, she asked Chen Guanshui a question: "I see that you command the puppets, each of them is like the heart. I didn't see any movements you have, those puppets can do so well. But I didn't see that you could do the same thing on this puppet. Does that mean that this puppet was given to you by Senior Sister Gongsun, so you can't control them; you did the twenty-three puppets yourself, so that you can do that level?"

Chen Guanshui didn't know what she was going to say, so he just nodded simply.

The twenty-three puppets, because the twenty-three green light balls merged into them, really look like a real person. At least, Chen Guanshui only needs to think in his mind that the corresponding puppet can receive orders in an inexplicable way and then make the correct actions. There is no need for Chen Guanshui to pinch his fingers again, and convey the instructions according to the cāo control rules of the puppet technique. There is no need to analyze all the movements of the puppet and all the surrounding environments. With just a thought in his mind, there are two beautiful puppets there serving Nan Shu to put on clothes. There are also two beautiful puppets here who cleaned the table and put them on fruit and snacks. There is also a beautiful puppet who got up and pulled out a tea trunk from the bookshelf, clamped up several slender black tea leaves with small clips, and slowly threw them into the hot water.

I didn't see what Chen Guanshui was doing. The whole room changed completely with the division of labor between the seven beautiful puppets, but the orderly coordination. The beautiful girl was just now, and was ready to enjoy the joy under the bed. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a quiet and fragrant pick-up study.

An Xian'er didn't continue asking. She just looked at the twenty-three puppets carefully and finally said, "You puppets look very good. But you should only do some simple moves, right?"

Chen Guanshui nodded again.

"Then what you can do now is just a heretic method in puppet art. It looks beautiful, but in fact it is nothing. If you can make a type like this puppet before getting off the boat, I can give you a guarantee. The eighty girls from the An family I brought will be chosen to accompany you to bed. Even if you want them all, I can give them all to you. However, after getting off the boat, we will separate our own things and fulfill our destiny, and only look at the opportunity in the future to meet again."

"What do you think about this proposal?"

An Xian'er touched the big white cat's chin with one hand, and picked up the tea as it was very purported.
Chapter completed!