Passing through the screen, there was no obstruction in sight, and a stunningly beautiful woman was kneeling on the soft floor in the room.
She was wearing a thin silk gauze dress, in which the huge papaya was looming, and the dim candlelight made her skin as white as gelatin.
He Pingan glanced away and met her eyes. The beauty lowered her head slightly and pursed her lips into a smile.
He Ping'an smiled slightly, walked to the soft cave, lifted up the brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks, and got in.
Several maids had already realized what they were doing, closed the door and left.
"Master!"
The oiran lady said in a disgusting voice and leaned over.
He Ping'an only felt a wisp of fragrance penetrate into his nose, and then he felt a weight on his stomach. The soft fragrance was overwhelming, but the oiran lady sat directly on him.
He Ping'an's eyes showed a burst of fire, and something was ready to move.
"I heard someone say before that this girl is the most beautiful woman in Jiangzhou, but I still don't believe it."
"Now that I see it, it's really beautiful!"
He Ping'an exerted force on his waist, and immediately turned his back on the guests, pressing down the oiran's wife, and at the same time clasping her hands tightly with both hands.
"Young master, you've been rewarded."
The oiran woman smiled charmingly and wanted to pull out the catkins, but found that He Pingan's hand was like a tight shackle, locking her hand so tightly that she could not move at all.
"Master, what do you mean?"
The oiran's face changed, and then she recovered in an instant, and her long legs were directly locked around He Ping'an's waist.
"Haha, then I have to ask Miss Muyan, why do you come to Daxuan?"
He Ping'an chuckled lightly and felt the pressure from his waist. Not only did he not panic at all, but he gently twisted his lumbar spine to make the two people's bodies fit more closely.
With this twist, the oiran lady clearly felt the rise of the strong man, and her pretty face instantly turned red, making her look even more charming.
"Whatever the young master said, if you think about it, I'll give it to you, so why be so impatient."
The court lady nuzzled He Ping'an, looking like she was just waiting for anyone to pick her.
If any man saw it, he would be trapped in her gentleness.
He Pingan was indifferent, just feeling the warmth of the oiran's body.
Neither let go nor made any next move.
However, there was a storm in the heart of the oiran lady.
She did not expect that she could not lock He Pingan's waist at all, but her hands were severely restrained by He Pingan.
If you don't think of a way, you will really miss it here.
In the past, when a man entered Xiaoxiang Garden, he would be fascinated by her. Even Chongyang Zhenxian and Liu Sheng had actually fallen for her after seeing her.
At that time, all it takes is a small illusion to make the two of them think they are spending the night together.
From now on, he will become his subordinate.
Unexpectedly, the man in front of her turned out to be a tough guy and was not affected by his own charm at all.
She then thought about it, and a possibility flashed in her mind, and she asked: "Dragon-riding Martial Saint?"
"Miss Muyan is really smart. She guessed Pindao's identity so quickly."
He Ping'an didn't pretend and admitted it directly.
Hearing He Ping'an's admission, the oiran's face changed at first, and then she showed a look of surprise, and said with a smile: "It's true that the dragon-riding martial sage, how virtuous and capable the servant is, can actually win the favor of the martial sage."
"Senior Martial Saint, why don't you let the slave family get up and let the slave family take good care of you."
As he spoke, a pink light flickered in his eyes, looking into He Pingan's eyes.
Unexpectedly, He Pingan refused to avoid it. The two people's eyes met, and he seemed not to be affected at all. Instead, he chuckled and said, "Then I have to learn about Miss Muyan's methods."
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As he spoke, he raised one hand and released one of Kuaikui's catkins. At the same time, countless dark gold talismans flew out of his sleeves, forming a strange formation in mid-air, and then completely wrapped the bedroom in it.
At the same time, several talismans fell on the oiran's body, suppressing the magic power in her body.
The oiran lady finally freed one hand and was about to make a secret to use magic power, but found that her Dantian was imprisoned by several dark golden rays of light, and she could not use magic power for a short time.
He Ping'an smiled calmly and said: "Miss Muyan, there is no need to waste your efforts. Your magic power is imprisoned by the spirit-sealing talisman below. It cannot be released within three hours."
Hearing this, the oiran's body continued to struggle, trying to avoid the oppression as heavy as a giant mountain above.
But the more she struggled, the more excited He Pingan became. Feeling the softness that was constantly struggling underneath her body, his eyes slowly moved down from the oiran's beautiful face, past her slender neck, and finally landed on the plump papaya. above.
Feeling He Pingan's gaze, the oiran lady quickly raised her little hands to block him in front of her. However, her resources were really huge. Even if she opened her hands, she could not completely block He Pingan's gaze.
On the contrary, this kind of refusal to welcome made He Ping'an even more excited.
His hands gently rested on the oiran's waist, feeling the touch of her skin.
"don't want!"
The oiran lady grabbed He Pingan's hand, but he grabbed it smoothly, put it on the tip of her nose, and sniffed it gently, and the fragrance hit her nostrils.
At the same time, a pink breath floated into his nostrils from the hand of the court lady, and penetrated into the sea of consciousness.
However, in the center of He Pingan's sea of consciousness, a small cyan flag about one foot and seven inches in size floated in the air. Sensing the coming of the pink aura, it immediately released a stream of cyan light to disperse the pink aura, keeping He Pingan's sea of consciousness clear and peaceful.
It is the Oriental Green Lotus Colored Flag.
He Ping'an put down his weak and boneless hands and chuckled: "Miss Mu Yan, at this point, are you still unwilling to give up?"
"Aren't you afraid that the poor Taoist might accidentally misfire?"
Hearing this, the oiran's face changed. The technique she practiced was extremely special. Even if her magic power was controlled, she could also perform charm techniques. With this technique, she turned defeat into victory countless times.
So everything she did just now was to confuse He Ping'an.
Unexpectedly, not only did it have no effect, but it was also noticed by He Ping'an.
"Senior Martial Saint is admired by thousands of people and is highly respected. How could he take advantage of others' danger..."
The oiran lady barely showed a smile on her face. She could only frame He Pingan with words first. Her thoughts were racing in her mind, trying to find a way to break He Pingan's restriction.
"Do you think this is moral kidnapping?"
He Ping'an frowned, then waved his hand, and with a soft "stab" sound, he tore half of the gauze on the oiran's body.
A touch of snow-white could not be hidden, and was exposed in front of He Pingan.
"you......"
The oiran woman quickly covered her chest with her hands, and for the first time a trace of panic appeared on her pretty face.
She originally thought that with her charm and illusion skills, she could retreat calmly even if she couldn't control the Dragon Riding Martial Saint.
Unexpectedly, at this time, the situation was completely out of control. Not only did the spells not work, but the magic power was also imprisoned. Even he fell into the hands of He Ping'an.
The key point is that this Dragon Riding Martial Saint is still a ruthless person who doesn't care about his reputation. Unlike ordinary senior masters, he doesn't even bother to attack a woman.
"Stop pretending to be weak and pitiful, otherwise, don't blame me for being so cruel!"
He Ping'an still maintained the riding position of suppressing the oiran's wife, and asked: "Miss Muyan, what is your purpose in coming from the Buddhist realm?"
Hearing this, the oiran lady who was just about to cry showed a soft smile on her face: "The Dragon Riding Martial Saint is really good at investigating the origins of the slave family. The slave family is willing to be defeated. If he says Purpose, can you let the slave family leave?"
He Ping'an's hand slowly passed across the waist of the oiran lady, and he put his hand on the tip of her nose and took a deep breath. Then he reluctantly let go and said slowly: "If you sincerely cooperate, there is nothing wrong with it!"
