"What is the Sea Dragon King?" Lan Zuiwu stared at her big blue eyes and asked curiously.
Sang Cuiqiao brought a bowl of cooked fish soup to her, and then said: "It's the ancient water monster that appeared not long ago. Fortunately, Miss Han and the others passed by Wuyou Island and helped us kill the ancient water monster, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous! "
Lan Zuiwu nodded and said, "Miss Sang, I just heard you talking about Miss Han. Who is Miss Han? Is her martial arts very powerful?"
Sang Cuiqiao said: "Her name is Han Ziyue. In addition to her, there are also Master Wuchen, Si Kong, and Bai Miaoluo on this trip. All of them are very powerful masters!"
Lan Zuiwu was shocked and said hurriedly: "Miss Sang, did you say that Miss Han's name is Han Ziyue?"
Sang Cuiqiao nodded and said, "Yes, does Miss Lan know her?"
Lan Zuiwu nodded and said, "Of course we know each other, but what are they doing at sea?"
Chu Mubai was also surprised and said: "We haven't seen each other since Lan Hundu said goodbye. How could Ziyue be with Dean Si Kong? How strange? Logically speaking, Da Yang Mansion has always regarded Ziyue As enemies, they should have nothing to do with each other!"
Lan Zuiwu was also confused about the situation, so he asked Sang Cuiqiao: "Miss Sang, do you know what Ziyue and the others are doing on the sea?"
Sang Cuiqiao thought for a while, then said: "I heard that they went to the Snake King Valley to find the snake elixir of the Hydra King. It is said that one of their friends named Ye was injured, and they came here to find the snake elixir for him. of."
"Friend named Ye? Could it be that something happened to Brother Ye?" Lan Zuiwu was shocked and turned to look at Chu Mubai.
Chu Mubai said: "Then did they find the snake pill?"
Sang Cuiqiao said: "Yes, they have returned to Blue Moon Valley with the Snake Pill."
Chu Mubai nodded, looked at Lan Zuiwu, and comforted: "Since they have found the snake pill, they should be fine."
Lan Zuiwu felt relieved. Although Ye Zhenfeng was still on his mind, he also thought that with Han Ziyue taking care of him, and Dean Si Kong helping out, this matter should not be a big problem, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Mubai turned to look at Father Sang and found that he had fallen asleep holding the Evil King's Divine Sword. He must have been drunk. The knife was placed by his neck. The blade's cold light was really scary. Fortunately, Chu Mubai found out early, otherwise this drunken father would probably die.
He was so frightened that he immediately stepped forward and quietly retrieved the Evil King's Divine Sword.
Lan Zuiwu said awkwardly: "Haha! Sang... Father Sang's drinking capacity is really not satisfactory. He was so careless and fell asleep holding the knife."
While Chu Mubai wrapped up the Evil King's Divine Sword, he said, "Don't change the subject. You must fulfill your promise later!"
Lan Zuiwu blushed and suddenly remembered the bet.
Sang Cui stood up and went to help Fusang's father. She smiled and said: "My father has not drunk wine from this world winery for a long time. He must be too happy and actually got drunk. Mr. Chu, could you please help me and send him to me?" Dad, go back to the bedroom and rest."
Chu Mubai nodded, handed the Evil King's Divine Sword to Lan Zuiwu, and without saying a word, he carried Sang on his back.
Sang Cuiqiao led the way. He carried Father Sang on his back and followed her into the house. Sang Cuiqiao pursed her lips and snickered. Chu Mubai was puzzled. He carefully put Father Sang on the bed and asked her: " Miss Sang, why are you laughing?"
Sang Cuiqiao said: "Master Chu is really strong. My father is like a bull, but you carried him on your back easily. It's really amazing!"
Chu Mubai chuckled, thinking that he was indeed very strong. When he was a child, he followed his master Nangong Qi. Nangong Qi always said that he had a big appetite and was a big eater, which made him, a master, often go hungry.
He didn't feel it at the time, but now that he thought about it, what the master said was true. Master Nangong Qi was indeed miserable.
The night was thick, and the fishermen and boatmen were still in high spirits, presumably planning to make a fuss all night long. Chu Mubai and Lan Zuiwu didn't want to spoil their fun, so they sneaked to the beach for a walk without anyone noticing.
When Lan Zuiwu wasn't paying attention, Chu Mubai picked her up high and spun her around on the beach. She put her hands on his shoulders and kept shouting: "Put me down, let me down quickly!"
Chu Mubai said proudly: "I won't let you down!"
Lan Zuiwu's strength was not as strong as his, and she couldn't break away at all. She pouted, "It seems that without Master taking care of you, you are making more mistakes!"
Chu Mubai held her slender waist with one hand, looked up at her, and asked, "What? Don't you like it?"
Lan Zuiwu smiled sweetly and said shyly: "Happy... happy!"
Chu Mubai looked up at her, her bright smile reflected in his eyes, and he felt that Lan Zuiwu in the night was even more beautiful than Jiaohua.
Lan Zuiwu gently pushed his long hair behind his back, and gently held his neck with both hands. The back of his neck was very warm. Her delicate hands wrapped around his back, stroking it like a gentle night breeze. It flies by and stirs people's hearts.
She leaned over and looked at him tenderly, her ice blue eyes seeming to open with mist. She lowered her head and kissed his mouth. Her soft lips, like light butterflies, were gentle and charming, passing over his eyes bit by bit. lip.
He was startled and looked up at her stupidly, feeling a little confused and at a loss.
She removed her seductive red lips, turned her eyes lightly, looked at him, and asked cautiously: "You... don't like it?"
He grinned and said softly: "I like it!"
The voice was soft and sweet, and it seemed to melt her heart. He raised his neck and looked at her, whispering: "More..."
He was like a naughty child, constantly asking for his candy. She smiled helplessly and turned her head to pretend not to hear. He was a little anxious, hugged her tightly and spun around again, coquettishly saying: "Zuiwu, I want to..."
She leaned down, bit his lip hard, and then said: "You are so bad!"
The force of the bite was a little fierce, and his lower lip was immediately bitten by her, and blood oozed out.
But he still refused to put her down. He looked at him with burning eyes and said, "Are you a puppy? You bite people randomly!"
She looked at her bitten lip and couldn't help but raise her head and giggle. She tapped his body lightly with her feet, then held his jade-like face with her hands and lowered her eyes to look into her eyes.
With a smile on her face, she said: "You are mine, and this is the mark I left on you. Chu Mubai, you belong to me, Lan Zuiwu, and you will never run away...never...fall...in this life!" She said more and more. The lower the voice, the closer to him.
She breathed out loudly, and the heat poured down on his face, making his scalp numb. His raised Adam's apple trembled slightly, he breathed slightly, and said repressedly: "Your Highness Di Ji, you must keep your word, I am yours, you must be responsible for me!"
She leaned down again and gently licked the blood on his lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue. Her malicious teasing made him unable to help but hold her lips in his mouth, wanting to kiss her and conquer the city.
Lan Zuiwu was very naughty. When the two were kissing and entangled, she would raise her head a little from time to time, deliberately preventing him from kissing her lips properly. She would chase and play with her in the lingering atmosphere, so that he could not get the reward. wish.
Those red lips, with a cherry-like luster in the moonlight, teased his heart again and again, and the occasional sweetness made his heart itch like crazy.
He was like a wild wolf, and she seduced him with her seductive red lips.
He was mad and wild. She is no longer a well-behaved little white rabbit, but an elusive little wild cat who always likes to do such dangerous things and like to see him go crazy for herself.
He raised his lips to kiss her again and again, but she was so bad that he couldn't kiss her. She tempted him with her request, and when he was a little angry, she would let him taste the tenderness again. He Xiangtian, when he was so deep in it that he couldn't extricate himself, he naughtily raised his lips again so that he couldn't kiss her.
Lan Zuiwu used her eyes to provoke and tease, seducing her little lover wantonly. He finally knew what it meant to make one's own mistakes unavoidable. Who made him hold her and make her submit? She was clearly punishing him and causing him to suffer.
In the end, he had to compromise first and let her go. He wanted to kiss the sultry person in front of him and let her know the consequences of her nonsense.
However, she was like a butterfly flying lightly in the evening wind, and she was not something he could easily control. She played and wandered around in his palm, but she refused to let him catch her easily. She stuck out her tongue at him playfully, and then ran forward like an agile deer.
"Damn girl, don't run away, see if I don't deal with you!"
How could Chu Mubai let her escape easily and quickly chased after her. The two of them chased each other on the beach. The moonlight stretched their shadows very long, and they were the only two people in the entire quiet bay. Joyous laughter broke through the silence, drifting into the distance with the ebb and flow of the waves.
The next day.
The morning light was faint, and the bright yellow light scattered from the gaps between the branches, shining in the courtyard. Father Sang yawned and walked out, only to see Chu Mubai already practicing sword skills in the courtyard.
Seeing that Chu Mubai was practicing seriously, he didn't bother him and sat at the stone table, drinking herbal tea and watching him practice the sword.
As Chu Mubai practiced, he couldn't help but become discouraged again. Every time he reached the twenty-ninth style of the Evil King's Divine Sword, he could no longer continue. He whispered: "There are thirty sword recipes for the Evil King's Divine Sword." The second pose, but every time I practice the twenty-ninth pose, there is no progress, it’s really abominable!”
Father Sang slowly lit his dry pipe, held the pipe in his mouth, half-squinted his eyes, and said: "Boy, it seems that your sword practice has entered a bottleneck period!"
Chu Mubai turned to look at him and said, "Dad Sang, can you tell?"
Father Sang said with a smile: "Looking at your dejected look, I guessed it."
Chu Mubai held the Evil King's Divine Sword and sat on the stone bench dejectedly. Then he laid the knife on the stone table and gently wiped the blade with his hand.
"This is the only relic left by my father to me. I must practice the Evil King's Divine Sword well. Unfortunately, I can't understand the meaning of the sword, so I search everywhere for traces of the Sword King, hoping to get some advice from his old man."
Father Sang held his pipe in his mouth and said calmly: "I heard that the Sword Emperor has died a long time ago. Why is he still alive?"
Chu Mubai stretched out his hand and clenched his fist and said: "How could a heavenly being like the Sword Emperor die so easily? Someone has seen him all over the world, so I have traveled all over the world to look for his whereabouts."
Father Sang nodded slowly, looked at the old tree in the courtyard, and said with a smile: "I see, it seems that your boy is quite perseverant, and you are actually willing to search for an elusive person from island to island. Have you ever thought that if he had already died, wouldn’t you have wasted your time?”
Chu Mubai looked at him and said: "Actually, I have also thought about this problem. As one island after another failed, I gradually lost my patience. I was really afraid that my efforts were in vain, but during this time at sea, I also I’ve been trying to understand the sword’s meaning, but I really can’t understand it with my ability alone, so I hope he can teach me the sword’s technique.”
