The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Chapter 179: Can my Guai An recover his strength quickly

Linglong raised the tea in her hand and took a sip. Suddenly, a gentle and familiar spiritual sense penetrated into her sea of ​​consciousness.

He paused, and a doting smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He put down the teacup, stood up and walked towards the inner screen. His own domineering and powerful divine consciousness tightly entangled the divine consciousness that secretly probed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Behind layers of gauze, Zi'an, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, blushed and fell limply onto the bed.

Su Bai's hand pushed aside the curtain, and the beautiful scene before her eyes made Linglong's throat tighten and her eyes darken.

Zi'an's face was flushed, his lips were slightly open, his breathing was heavy, one hand was holding the collar of his shirt, and the other hand was tightly grasping the red mattress.

As if sensing something, Zi'an slowly raised his misty eyes.

When he saw it was Linglong, Zi'an moved his hand, which was grabbing the mattress, towards Linglong.

"My dear wife, An An is not feeling well."

A word is like the meow of a kitten.

Linglong sat up with her robe lifted, and her slender fingers touched Zi'an's sweaty forehead.

The hot palm grasped the wrist, and the delicate and deep eyes looked at the pink whiteness on the wrist.

A powerful force hits and the positions are swapped.

Linglong said nothing and didn't resist, her face still gentle and doting. She raised one hand and gently pinched the back of Zi'an's neck.

Feeling his spiritual altar surging with waves more violent than the last, Zi'an took a deep breath and raised his head slightly.

With misty eyes, he looked at Linglong, who didn't even breathe, gnashing his teeth, leaning over to Linglong's ear, and whispering softly and fiercely: "My wife is really like that, she can remain calm even when I am in your arms."

Linglong felt a pain in her collarbone and frowned slightly. Before she could say anything, her lips felt hot.

ding ding...

The sound of jade colliding came one after another.

Youxue transformed into her true form, with white fur all over her body that couldn't cover the pinkness that was due to shyness. She quickly walked to the corner of the room with her four hooves, opened her mouth and bit the back of the white tiger's neck, which was eavesdropping furtively, and dragged it away like a stream of light in this ambiguous room.

After the rain, birds are chirping, the air is fresh, and the green plants and red flowers are left withering after being washed by the heavy rain.

The swaying water droplets hang on the corrugated paper, reflecting colorful light.

"Prepare for bath."

The two words "tired, lazy and hoarse" made Ming Yi and Ming Si, who were guarding the door, blush.

"Yes, master."

After Ming Si responded, he glanced at Ming Yi and left quickly.

Zi'an, who was lying softly on Linglong's shoulder, complained hoarsely: "Sister, you are going too far."

Linglong was leaning against the head of the couch, her upturned almond-shaped eyes half-closed, her hands gently rubbing Zi'an's waist.

"Hmm? Wasn't it Guian who provoked this first?"

Hearing the satisfaction in Linglong's words, Zian gritted his teeth and lowered his head to bite Linglong's exposed collarbone.

Linglong didn't move, and squinted her eyes and said, "It seems that dual cultivation can help my Guai'an recover his strength quickly."

Zi'an's body stiffened, then he slowly relaxed and felt his dantian. Sure enough, his spiritual power was recovering and even improving.

In an instant, Zian felt like his waist was going to break.

"Master, the water is ready."

Linglong helped Zi'an up, wrapped him in a cloak, and walked out of the inner room.

"Prepare the meal."

Ming Si responded: "Yes, Master."

Walk through the main courtyard and come to the bathhouse.

Surrounded by mist, Zian discovered that this was actually a hot spring.

Zi'an suddenly came back to his senses when his skin felt cold. He looked at Linglong and found that she was only wearing a small red satin dress.

Her face turned red and she began to stutter, "Sister, sister, can An An do it by herself?"

Linglong bent down to steady Zi'an as he retreated, and her inner clothes fell off piece by piece.

"What are you thinking, my husband? As a wife, I am simply cleaning your body."

The cold and passionless voice still made Zian blush.

Most of it is due to shame.

He glared at Linglong, then followed her lead and let her carry him into the medicinal spring.

With a worried heart, Zi'an was gently washed clean. The fatigue in his body was mostly relieved by the medicinal spring.

"Want to soak for a while?"

Linglong glanced sideways at the young man leaning on her shoulder.

Zi'an opened his eyes hazily, nodded softly and said, "Yes."

The main thing is that this medicinal spring has the effect of warming and nourishing the meridians.

Linglong nodded, lifted her white arm with bite marks, pulled the cushion off the shelf and placed it by the pool so that Zi'an could lean on it more comfortably.

"I'll wait for you outside."

He helped the boy to the edge of the pool and bent down to place a kiss on his forehead.

Zi'an nodded with a dazed look in his eyes, "Okay, my wife."

Wow...

There was a sound of splashing water. Zi'an, who was lying on arms covered with red plums, heard the sound and glanced sideways. A tall and graceful figure came into his sight. Zi'an's nose felt itchy and a fire rose in his body.

Zian suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Who said that only women have big needs in that area? If he were to be honest with Linglong again, he would turn into a hungry wolf.

At this time, Linglong changed into a moon-white double-breasted robe with dark patterns, and her whole temperament changed. Unlike the usual murderous and cold Linglong in white, she was like a banished immortal on the snowy mountain, noble and detached from the world, and could not be desecrated.

Linglong stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the tall woman carrying a tray not far away. She took out a hairband and casually tied her hair behind her head.

He stepped forward and asked calmly, "What's the matter? Why is it so urgent?"

When changing clothes, one could sense Mingyi's hurried footsteps.

Ming Yi knelt on one knee, raised the tray in his hand, and reported coldly: "Palace Master, the owner of Qianxin Tower was assassinated and hunted down."

Linglong, who had just picked up the ink-colored jade paper from the tray, paused when she heard this, with a subtle expression.

"died."

Ming Yi, who had a blank expression on his face, cracked for a moment when he heard this curious question.

"My Lord, I am not dead."

Linglong leisurely opened the letter: "Well, why is that?"

What was this obvious disappointment? Could it be that the owner of Qianxin Tower and the Palace Master had a grudge against each other?

"For the recipe and papermaking technique in the hands of Qianxin Tower Master."

Linglong closed the letter in her hand. The meaning expressed on it was very simple. The killers from both sides were assassinating the people in Lousha Palace, the Lord of Zhongzhou, and the Nanling Palace.

He clenched his five fingers, and the jade paper in his hand turned into ashes: "Get up."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and a blueprint with stars on it appeared in front of Linglong and Mingyi.

Looking at the sporadic red dots on the drawing, murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

"Notify everyone that anyone who provokes us will be killed." He rubbed the white jade ring on his index finger with his left thumb.

His fingertips touched the red dot on the drawing. "Anyone who died accidentally in the building will be dealt with according to the new rules added to the building."

Ming Yi lowered his head, with surprise flashing across his cold eyes: "Yes, Master."

Slightly raising her head and looking at the clear sky, Linglong said indifferently: "For the order placed by the Lord of Zhongzhou, just collect the order fee. Return the rest, and take this talisman with you when you return it."

With a wave of his fingers, a long red talisman paper appeared in front of Linglong's eyes. With a slide of his fingertips, a black line with a strange and gloomy aura appeared on the red paper.

Gradually, an ancient symbol appeared and was completed.

Pinching the talisman paper between two fingers, Linglong folded the paper in her hands, and a triangular origami soon appeared.

He placed the talisman paper on the tray and said, "This trip to Zhongzhou is full of dangers. Let Mingsha choose a good person."

Ming Yi bowed and saluted: "Yes, Master."