"Okay, then I will give the Eighth Prince some face." After a sweet smile, the master of the pavilion said softly.
The Eighth Prince breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his unkempt hair, bowed and said with a strong smile: "Then I would like to thank the Pavilion Master, Sister, and I will discipline them more in the future!"
Afterwards, the Eighth Prince wanted to stand up and say goodbye, but the cold voice of the Pavilion Master suddenly reached his ears——
"Here comes someone! Break that bitch's hands and feet! He picked his tendons and hamstrings! Abandon his whole body's cultivation!"
"What!?"
The Eighth Prince was shocked. It was peaceful just now, why would he be so cruel now? He looked at the pavilion master in panic, almost lying on the bed as if begging for mercy. His eyes were full of fear and confusion, and there was no trace of lust.
"Pavilion Master! This... this... why is this?"
"Eighth Prince, for your sake, I will not take his life."
At this time, the pavilion master stroked his hand on the eighth prince's head and even helped him comb his messy hair. She said softly -
"Although the death penalty can be avoided, the living crime cannot be avoided. In order to manage this huge Yunyue Pavilion, we must find some means to suppress the wolves, tigers and leopards below. The rules are the rules, and they cannot be broken at all. If they are broken, Ding Dian, how can I control these people down there?"
The Eighth Prince was dumbfounded at this moment, not even daring to breathe. Although the master of the pavilion gently combed and tied his hair, he reminded himself clearly from the beginning to the end that the other party only needed a little finger, and he was afraid that he would lose his soul.
"Eighth Prince, I give you face. I hope the Eighth Prince can also understand me."
The master of the pavilion gently put the hairpin into the eighth prince's hair. At this moment, the maid standing at the door suddenly took action and flew towards the strong man beside her, trying to subdue the eighth prince's guard.
Naturally, the guard is not a vegetarian. As a strong man in Daman, how can he be captured without any help? He reacted keenly and waved his left arm to block, trying to neutralize the maid's move. He instinctively punched hard with his right fist, hoping to defeat the enemy with one move.
Although the Pavilion Master wanted to take action against him, he was still a little disdainful. With his own cultivation level, what could these few maids next to him do to him? After subduing these maids, you can just escape by yourself. Is it possible that the master of the pavilion will come to the palace to catch people?
snort! But what can women in the class do to me?
The guard was full of confidence. When the master of the pavilion threatened to punish him, he had already observed everything around him. The four maids were standing at the four corners of his body. As long as they rushed up, he could subdue one of them and open an opening to escape. , when I came up, I noticed there was a window between the two floors. I could escape from there later.
The guard was thinking rapidly, and just when he was about to implement this series of plans, he suddenly discovered that things seemed not as simple as expected——
The moment his left hand came into contact with the maid's right hand, he knew that he had underestimated the enemy! This seemingly weak maid is actually a powerful person in the Daman realm! Moreover, his cultivation level is not lower than his own. He seems to be at the peak of his great potential and may break through at any time.
Oops!
The guard was panicking, and the maid rushed towards him like a hungry wolf. The momentum was extremely fast, and she concentrated all her strength on her right wrist. She was afraid that she...
Before the guard could regain his senses, he felt that his arm had been caught, and his right fist was neutralized by the force of the blow. The strength in his body turned into softness in an instant, and the next moment, a burst of bone-breaking pain started from his left hand. Arm came.
Although this maid looks weak, she practices domineering boxing techniques, and her punches are extremely fast and her strength is just right. The maid's other hand was still on the right side of her body just now, but at this moment she hit it hard, and her forearm was bent into a twisted shape, like a broken chopstick.
Before the guard could scream in pain, the tibia of his right leg was stepped on by the maid, and it was also broken.
"Ah——! Ah——!"
The guards let out screams like ghosts and wolves, which reached the ears of the Eighth Prince. The Eighth Prince was frightened and slumped down where he was.
Seeing that the guard had no power to fight back, the maid took out a small knife from her side and expertly cut off all the meridians of the guard's limbs. Finally, she struck hard at the Dantian——
After this punch, the guard will probably have very little cultivation left in his body, right?
The Eighth Prince was stunned and his expression was extremely horrified. This person is his most trusted guard. He has been with him since he was a child. Even among the Forbidden Army, there are few who can defeat him. But today, he was beaten into a cripple by a maid like fish on the chopping board or chickens and ducks waiting to be slaughtered... Yunyue Pavilion is really unfathomable!
The Eighth Prince slumped there in shock, his mouth opened dreamily, as if he had lost his soul...
"Send off guests!" The pavilion master looked at the eighth prince like a dead chicken and said coldly.
After saying that, before the eighth prince could get up, he was carried out on a frame. As for the guard, he was dragged out of Yunyue Pavilion by several maids like a piece of stinking rotten meat.
Wen He sat quietly and enjoyed the good show. She remained silent from beginning to end, as if she were transparent. Even the Eighth Prince did not notice the existence of such a person.
'Pah - pah - pah -'
After the Eighth Prince was 'invited' out of Feng Tianlin, Young Master Wen He stood up and slapped the folding fan in the palm of his hand, as if applauding for the good show just now.
"The master of the pavilion has great skills in controlling people and running the pavilion. I admire him, I really admire him!"
"Giggle, giggle - Mr. Wen He also came to make fun of me, making Mr. Wen He laugh." The master of the pavilion put on a charming smile and joked with Mr. Wen He.
The master of the pavilion jumped across the bed with a light body and rose into the sky like a swift swallow. The floor height of Feng Tianlin is much higher than the floor below, even more than twice as high. It really looks like a small palace. At this time, the Pavilion Master jumped up high, almost as high as the beams. When she reached the highest point in the air, her whole body seemed to be frozen there——
At this moment, the pavilion master gently stretched his jade arms and stretched the red robe behind him to both sides! The red robe is spread out, wide and gorgeous, and the color is extremely bright. Under the bright light, a golden phoenix appears on the red robe and shines brightly, reflecting a golden light that is impossible to look directly at. At this moment, viewed from a distance, it looks like a flying peacock spreading its tail in the sky, noble and gorgeous. When you get closer and take a closer look, you can feel that everything is integrated, as if what is presented in front of you is a majestic and extremely beautiful painting that no one can appreciate enough.
The flowers between the eyebrows are like phoenix feathers, looking down at the world with a heroic spirit.
The toes tap the ground, the jade face is as cold as frost, a phoenix comes from the sky, and the birds dare not sing!
What a picture of the flying phoenix descending into the world from nine heavens!
The maids around him knelt down unconsciously, as if they were impressed by this momentum, making people unconsciously worship him.
Young Master Wenhe secretly cheered. He had to admit that the pavilion master's movements showed nobility and pride. If he were really a man, he would also bow down under her red robe, right?
"Bring the woman up."
"yes."
After a while, Wan Yun was brought up by the maid. Her eyes were red and there were tears on her face. The cheek she had just been slapped by the Eighth Prince was slightly swollen, which showed that the slap was a heavy hand.
Wan Yun naturally knew where this place was, so she also knew who asked her to come up. When she saw that extremely luxurious woman, she naturally knew who she was.
Wan Yun looked at the towering Pavilion Master, then lowered her head and gave a slight blessing, then she never dared to raise her head again.
"Keep your head up."
The Pavilion Master's voice reached Wan Yun's ears, and Wan Yun's heartbeat suddenly accelerated because she knew exactly who she was facing. But this voice seemed to have magic power. No matter how nervous or scared Wan Yun was, she still slowly raised her head, as if the head was no longer her own. The words of the Pavilion Master seemed irresistible. The imperial edict is general.
Wan Yun raised her head and their eyes met. She looked up at the pavilion master, who looked at her.
Suddenly, the master of the pavilion reached out to hold her chin, moved her face left and right to watch carefully, and finally stopped at the swollen cheek.
"He is also a pitiful man..." the pavilion master said softly to himself. Then, she took her hand back and said without asking any more questions: "Are you willing to stay here and serve me?"
Wan Yun couldn't believe her ears. She looked at the woman in front of her in surprise.
Serve...serve the Pavilion Master? That...that means...I can get away from that dirty fireworks place downstairs?
Wan Yun was overjoyed at first, and then her nose felt sour and her heart softened. Her eyes turned slightly red, and she said tremblingly: "Yes! Wan Yun is willing to stay! Wan Yun is willing to serve the Pavilion Master for the rest of his life!"
After saying that, he knelt down in front of the pavilion master.
"Silly boy, get up."
The Pavilion Master looks so young, why do you call me 'child'?
Wan Yun stood up carefully and looked at the young and beautiful face of the pavilion master. Wan Yun was puzzled.
The Pavilion Master touched Wan Yun's head lovingly, then smiled slightly and ignored her.
