2202: C2202 Sis Sing a Song

C2202 Sis Sing a Song

The fact that Hua Yeshen was forgiven did not mean that Yue Zitong and the rest did not need to go to the Dragon-hiding Stream anymore.

They were here tonight, mainly for their men.

Everyone nodded their heads as they packed up the necessities silently. They followed Yue Zitong and walked in a straight line, barefooted and wearing a pair of snow-white feet, towards the thorny undergrowth that covered the goat's intestines.

Bai Linger cut off the back, Hua Yeshen in the middle, Yue Zitong in front.

In this way, we can effectively prevent the possibility of women coming in to help us in case of any kind of danger.

Under normal circumstances, these beautiful ladies would rather lose their heads than walk in the thorny undergrowth that covered their waists. They wore long black robes and were barefooted.

Her head could be severed, blood could flow, and her delicate body couldn't be lost. No, it couldn't be injured.

With almost every step he took, thorns would pierce through the soles of his feet. The black robe was torn apart, leaving streaks of blood on the snow-white skin of his legs. This taste was too damned, it was simply unbearable.

But now, no one complained at all.

This was because every step they took without suffering any pain would be seen as a devout prayer that the Black Dragon would protect their husband and protect him.

Under the moonlight and the night breeze, the bugs were gloating loudly. The group of people walked unsteadily for an hour before finally arriving in front of the cliff.

High energy ahead -- no.

There was only an unreal mist faintly dancing on the other side of the cliff like an illusory fairy.

This was Qingshan's Dragon-hiding Stream.

Below, was the cold water that did not see the sun for tens of thousands of years.

The demonic dragon that could protect their husbands was probably hiding in an invisible place with a lewd smile on its face, trying to determine how much they truly had.

Yue Zitong walked to the front of the cliff and looked down. When she did, Hua Yeshen reached out and grabbed her arm.

If Big Sis lost her head and fell off the cliff, it would be terrible.

It was very deep down there. There was also a faint mist swirling around it, and nothing could be seen.

During the day, the sun was at its peak, and they could no longer see anything below, let alone at night.

"Let's begin."

Yue Zitong took two steps back and said softly.

Before she could finish, the women had already unpacked their backpacks.

Bai Linger had good physical qualities and a high level of awareness. She carried the heaviest folding table on her back first.

With a few light 'ka ka' sounds, a small dining table was placed at the very end of the cliff.

Loong Chengcheng walked over with a bronze censer in her hands.

This censer was specially made by Yang Xiao after he returned from the northwest. Yue Zitong was aware of something and ordered her to find a long dragon carved on it. It was ancient and looked very lifelike.

After setting up the incense burner, Loong Chengcheng slowly retreated. Helan Xiaoxin, who was in third place, walked forward with a silver plate in her hands.

There were four small plates on the silver tray. Inside, there were four exquisite dishes: a cow's tongue, a deer's tail, a sheep's eye, and a duck's foot.

Min Rou has the fragrance, and the grape wine luminous cup.

Within Chiang Morann's bag was a thick stack of burning paper.

What Hua Yeshen took out was a photo frame.

In the photo frame, it was a picture of Lee Nanfang, hugging them left and right with a thief's smile on his face.

Yue Zitong was not empty-handed. She had a red carpet woven by hand, about three meters long and one meter wide. It was carefully placed in front of the temporary incense table.

When all the women had finished arranging their belongings, Yue Zitong raised her head to look at them before kneeling on the carpet.

Without anyone's permission, Hua Yeshen and the rest kneeled down one after the other. Their hands were on the ground and their heads were lowered. They listened attentively to Yue Zitong's prayers.

The content of their prayers was nothing more than to invite the great, wise and wise one to help them and bless their husbands who had gone out this time to solve the problem of pestering Duan Xiangning's Incense Soul and come back safely.

They hoped even more that, on the account of their hearts being filled with sincerity, they would show off their supernatural powers and tell Lee Nanfang not to get old.

Best of all, it would be a great fortune to live with the heavens -- that was out of the question.

Unless that person could bless their youth and immortality.

Otherwise, when everyone dies of old age a hundred years later, when that fellow is still young, wouldn't he be putting on a great show for all the beautiful ladies?

As the best incense stick slowly burnt halfway, the thick burning paper turned into ashes. Like a black butterfly, it danced non-stop in the air with the wind blowing against the cliff. Those exquisite dishes remained untouched, but they had lost their original fragrance.

Yue Zitong had said what needed to be said.

Of all the fine wines and delicacies that should have been contributed, that one must have enjoyed them as well.

But why was there no movement from it?

Could it be that they find the hearts of the beauties insatiable?

Or was it because Yue Zitong's lips were not bubbling?

Leaving just like that?

No.

Definitely not.

With that scoundrel's temper, they definitely couldn't leave until something strange happened.

But he couldn't just keep waiting like this.

Everyone was kneeling here for more than three hours. Their legs were numb and their blood had stopped flowing.

If they really did kneel until the sun came out the next day--who knew if they would be able to walk on crutches?

Yue Zitong had no choice but to say, "What, what else do you want us to do?"

Laughter!

A strange, lascivious chuckle suddenly came from the bottom of the cliff, from the other side of the cliff, or from the moon itself.

This time, the seven women heard it loud and clear.

As they looked up, they suddenly realized who was laughing.

Because it was the same laughter that came out on the night of the second day of the new year when Lee Nanfang had just moved into the mansion.

It had done the same thing the last two times.

However, Yue Zitong didn't recognize it.

Now, everyone could hear it.

On the evening of the second day of that year, in order to cheer him up by drinking with Yue Zitong and Yang Xiao, the six concubines led by Helan Xiaoxin purposely gave him a good dance.

To describe Scumbag Lee's private life in his room with the idiom of lust was an impressive moment.

It does not matter now what more you are forced to do to help him out of his boredom.

The most important thing was that the Black Dragon laughed out of Scumbag Lee's laughter that night.

This proved that it also hoped to have a feast for its eyes.

Dragons are snake-like creatures with a snake-like nature.

Regardless of whether it was Lee Nanfang or Yao Long, it was normal for them to make this kind of shameless request ten thousand times.

Only if they could satisfy its bad taste would it consider whether to agree to their request.

It was rather 'you ignore me and ignore me'. If you need anything, just kneel down and say it. Will Yours Truly agree? He had to show his sincerity.

The six beauties, led by Helan Xiaoxin, would not feel too ashamed if they gave Scumbag Lee that kind of dance.

But what about giving it a jump?

Even though, when it hosted Lee Nanfang, it had witnessed many more ridiculous things.

However, it was not Lee Nanfang!

What should he do?

Yue Zitong, Hua Yeshen, and the rest all looked at each other.

No one said anything.

They were all weighing the pros and cons of this matter.

The night wind suddenly grew stronger.

The moon in the sky once again had a halo of light.

A faint white fog began to spread from the bottom of the cliff.

Just as the corner of Yue Zitong's mouth was pursed into a smile, Chiang Morann, who had never fought over words before, broke the silence. "Jump."

Jump.

Not to mention dancing for it, as long as it could keep their man safe, she wouldn't hesitate even if Chiang Morann jumped off the cliff.

"Jump."

Helan Xiaoxin was the second to speak as she slowly stood up.

Apart from Yue Zitong, the six women stood up one after another.

She undressed with her bare hands.

The tattered black robe slowly fell to the ground.0

As Yue Zitong stared blankly at them, Hua Yeshen said softly, "Big Sis, sing a song."

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly heard a man's voice faintly, "Let me sing. What song would you like to hear? "

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