Chapter 32: The Beauty has an Appointment (Part 1)

Yang Yu returned to the dining room and placed the bodies of the four cooks. He sighed: "Good brother, I will be Yang Yu's friend again in the next life." Then Yang Yu was full of nostalgia. Sleep until dawn.

The night was uneventful. Early the next morning, Yang Yu slept until the sun rose high. The warm sunshine shone directly on Yang Yu, who stretched and woke up. Rubbing his eyes, he saw a graceful and graceful figure at the door of the dining room.

It can be seen that the man is holding a long whip. Under the sunlight, he can only see his attractive curves, but his appearance cannot be clearly seen.

Listen to the man say: "The chef was fooling around in the villa, and now you are pampered here. You are really an extraordinary person. I see where you can go today."

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Yang Yu sat up. The figure he saw just now made his heart move. Now when he heard the voice, it turned out to be a woman. On a whim, Yang Yu said casually: "

The beauty must be short of silver. If she is short of silver, just go to the baker to get it. The baker has plenty of silver. "

As he spoke, Yang Yu put his hand into his arms and wanted to take out the banknotes. The woman's right hand moved slightly, and the long whip was struck at Yang Yu. The whip was wrapped around Yang Yu's arm like a snake. Although Yang Yu struggled hard, he couldn't break free.

With a flick of her arm, the woman had brought Yangyu out from the bed in the inner room, and landed on the stove in the corner. Then she smashed it into the pot. The lid of the pot flipped upside down on Yangyu, making Yangyu look like a turtle. His head was exposed outside, and his body was completely covered by the lid of the pot.

Yang Yu shouted loudly: "Devil, today I want you to taste the power of my chef's ladle!" As he said that, Yang Yu threw a dozen ladles on the stove towards the door one by one. In the blink of an eye, Yang Yu saw more than a dozen ladles flying towards him like arrows. He was so frightened that Yang Yu quickly covered the pot and put his head into the pot. A dozen spoons landed firmly on the pot lid together.

Yang Yu kicked the lid of the pot open, jumped out of the pot, and shouted: "My little girl is really not weak in martial arts. Please tell me your name quickly. I will never compete with unknown people."

"Yun Lingyan!" The woman replied in a threatening tone.

When Yang Yu heard that this person was the sister of Master Yun mentioned by several of his cooks, he heard that she was a heroine. Yang Yu thought: "Xia Ke has always been a sensible person. As long as I explain my words to her, everything will disappear and nothing will be left. At that time, she will let herself, Elder Zhou Ji and the disciples of the Beggar Clan leave this place."

Thinking of this, Yang Yu hurriedly came to Yun Lingyan and said, "It turns out to be Master Yun, the Divine Whip. I have admired him for a long time."

Yun Lingyan snorted softly and said: "I am not famous far and wide in the world, how can I get your flattery?"

At this time, Yang Yu didn't pay attention to her words, he just stared at Yun Ling's beautiful back with wide eyes, and didn't feel his heart pounding. I thought to myself: "I never expected that Sister Yun is actually a beauty of a generation."

Yang Yu sighed while admiring it: "This chef has always admired brave and beautiful women."

Yun Lingyan still turned her back to Yang Yu and said: "Last night you beat Mr. Ding until he was bleeding. I believe your martial arts are not weak. Today, Yun is lucky enough to want to learn the chef's martial arts."

Yang Yu thought to himself: "The back view of Sister Yun is so beautiful that it makes people weak. Her appearance must be even more ecstatic. So he wanted to take in Yun Ling's beautiful face, but he didn't care about Yun Ling just now. Yan said something. She just said casually: "I can help you with a few lessons, but if the heroine doesn't turn around and talk to me, she would be looking down on me, Mr. Yang." "

Yun Lingyan didn't pay attention to Yang Yu's intentions. She turned her head slightly and looked at Yang Yu coldly. But I saw her willow eyebrows slightly raised and her almond-shaped eyes widened. Thin lips moisturized

, The clouds on the temples are full of beauty. A piece of natural charm makes you and I sad. After seeing this, Yang Yu couldn't help but cover his mouth and take a breath of air. He stared at Yun Lingyan without blinking, dumbly there. However, Yang Yu was only silent for a moment in that numbness, and his body felt sensation - the sensation of pain. Because Yun Lingyan's palm had hit his chest firmly.