My Debauched Devotion

Xiao Ran's ninety-eight one-stop service was eventually cheated.

Squeeze your feet, drink a glass of wine, and there's nothing left to say.

Only the faint ambergris on the little maid's body still lingered like a dragon.

Fortunately, he was exhausted and didn't have the energy to continue.

The black mist dissipated, and the little maid also fell into bed and fainted. His tense emotions just now suddenly relaxed.

He also fainted and fell beside the little maid, holding the softness of an unknown part, and fell into a deep sleep.

The main street in the city.

Ling Zhouyue's one-stop service is much more than Xiao Ran's service items.

Accompanying wine, chatting, playing chess, storytelling, listening to strings...

However, when it came to pinching and massaging her feet, she somehow thought of Xiao Ran.

In the past, she felt that the methods of these mortal female technicians were quite comfortable, but after trying Xiao Ran's resonance fingering technique, she had a taste for it, and she felt a little disgusted with these women.

Fortunately, their soft bodies are incomparable to Xiao Ran. In the end of the Dharma era, the world is cold, and only these soft waists can bring her some warmth.

Rubbing her waist... suddenly!

Her body trembled, as if a tide was pouring in, rushing into the sea of ​​qi in her dantian.

Upon closer inspection, it was just the negligible spiritual power of a mortal woman.

Apparently, the mortal woman was drained by her precious apprentice.

It seems that this guy is also wagging his tail...

She felt a little lonely suddenly.

There is a feeling that the pigs raised at home have been arched by roadside cabbages.

Although she was a bit annoyed, as a master, she was also flicking her tail, so she was not qualified to criticize a lustful apprentice.

Leave the brothel and drink a pot of wine for a long time.

The wine smells like apprentices...

She inexplicably remembered that in the turbulent flow of the dark wall space,

Xiao Ran's warm chest and that shriveled handsome face.

What's wrong with me?

Dispatching the inexplicable melancholy in his heart, he walked on the main street carrying a pot.

The street was eerily quiet.

Shops have reopened, but transactions are scarce, and they seldom speak out.

In addition to the footsteps of the Royal Forest Army, there are only whispers on the street corner.

Listen carefully, everyone is talking about Xiao Ran, and there seems to be some hope for the future in his words.

At the same time, the number of people who practice Changchun Gong has increased again. Almost half of the population is practicing at home, rarely going out except to buy necessities.

Like her, most of the cultivators gathered in the Fireworks and Wine Alley, but each of them was much more honest than before, and tried not to conflict with the Royal Forest Army.

She turned into a mortal girl and walked into the biggest gambling house in the city.

Wanjinfang.

In the gambling workshop, there are many people with mixed opinions, and fishing to make money is secondary. She just wanted to help Xiao Ran understand the people's sentiments and listen to gossip.

She played the role of an upstart girl with no cultivation, and a little rich woman with a lot of money.

There are quite a few practitioners in the gambling house, and if any practitioners make money, she will rob them unceremoniously.

If the dealer of the gambling house set up a trap for her, she would demolish the gambling house, and all the dealer's money would be hers.

These years, relying on these routines, she has eaten so much food, otherwise, how could the 90,000 spirit stones from Zongzhi Mountain alone be enough for her drinking money?

However.

Today is different.

After Ling Zhouyue went into the casino and played around, she found that the people here are as well-behaved as a white lotus, and the law and order of the casino in Dongfu City is actually better.

She is such a beautiful, rich and weak woman, yet no one bullies her...

The bad guys are really inferior to each generation, and they are scared to pee when Xiao Ran puts the whole city under martial law.

Ling Zhouyue sighed.

Laying down on the gambling table in boredom, with her hands propped on her plump and lovely cheeks, she lost thousands of taels of silver before she knew it.

now.

What she plays is the simplest guessing size, which fits her role as a fool with a lot of money.

Her opponent was a middle-aged greasy man who looked rather wealthy.

I have confirmed my cultivation, I am a mortal, and I have not cheated.

She won thousands of taels of silver purely by gambling skills!

Silver is also money!

Winning or losing is determined in the last game, the bet is tripled, if you win, you can double your winnings, and if you lose, you will never recover.

Halfway through the bet, she saw the failure, turned around and said she wanted to urinate, and wanted to run away.

Unexpectedly, the greasy man suddenly said:

"The dignified Elder Ling Zhou of Zongzhi Mountain's Sword Peak, if he loses such a small amount of money, he will not renege on his debt, will he?"

In an instant, all the eyes in the gambling house looked at her in unison.

This is the elder Ling Zhou who just came to Wuyan city yesterday?

Why is it a little girl?

Immortal cultivators can still lose so much, your gamble is really high, you don't cheat at all!

As everyone knows, Ling Zhouyue makes more money by fishing and catching cheats than by cheating, so she feels at ease.

Ling Zhouyue turned her head and glanced at the man, her eyes were chillingly cold.

"Who are you?"

The man gritted his teeth and clasped his fists:

"I'm just a mortal who has seen the elder's demeanor in Dongfu City."

Ling Zhouyue took a sip of her wine and asked lightly:

"What are you looking for?"

The man said:

"I can't hide it from the elder. I have a request. If the elder agrees, this game will be canceled and all the money lost earlier will be returned to you."

Ling Zhouyue said:

"What's up?"

The man bowed respectfully and said slowly.

"My name is Wang Youquan. I have an only son named Wang Fugui. He has been a personal disciple of the current national teacher Baoguo Zhenren. Four days ago, he preached with the national teacher, and then disappeared with the national teacher. I feel Not very good, I want to ask the elders for help."

It turned out that she wanted her to help find her son...

Even though Ling Zhouyue didn't want to go to the national teacher, but because of the embarrassment of being chased for gambling debts, she still showed her arrogance and pride in wanting to save the whole city.

"Alright, I'm also looking for a national teacher."

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry.

The dingy back that should have lost suddenly looked extremely tall, as if the gambling house was just a small rest before the decisive battle to save the world.

...

Xiao Ran was sleeping in Wenrou Township, Lin Bao opened the door and found him.

In an emergency, Lin Bao forgot to knock on the door.

Seeing the disheveled little maid on the bed, she quickly closed the door and went out, standing outside the door and shouting:

"General, we have found a severely injured Nether Hunter."

Xiao Ran said in a daze:

"You are also a general, so you don't have to shy away, come in and talk."

He thought to himself, I am a general Zhu Ming and a little palace lady, what do I need to avoid and explain?

Besides, he's not on yet!

Explaining it will make others doubt his sexual ability, and then doubt his ability to govern the political army. It is better to let people misunderstand.

Lin Bao pushed the door open again and entered.

Xiao Ran stretched long, symbolically arranged his clothes, and covered the little maid with a quilt.

Looking at the time, he had slept for a full four hours.

Eight hours of sleep, logically speaking, is not short, enough to restore a man's glory.

But affected by the dark mist, he still felt very tired.

"Where is the person?"

"In the imperial infirmary."

...

Came to the imperial infirmary.

A middle-aged male hunter wearing the uniform of Daomeng Jianyun was lying on the bed.

He is very burly, with bandages on his body, and the cracks in the Danbi are slowly healing.

The old imperial doctor was applying some mortal herbs to stop bleeding and set bones for him.

Seeing Xiao Ran coming, the hunter hurriedly dismissed the imperial doctor.

"You are Zongzhi Mountain's newest direct disciple, Xiao Ran?"

What I didn't say: it looks ordinary...

Xiao Ran shook his head and said with his hands behind his back:

"It's General Zhu Ming."

The hunter smiled, his face extremely pale.

"Senior Li Wuxie spoke highly of you, so I made an exception and came to you."

Xiao Ran was too lazy to be polite, and asked directly:

"Most of the cultivators in the city only have the cultivation base of Qi refining. The seven of you are well equipped and experienced, and there are even foundation hunters sitting in the town, and there are still casualties. What happened!"

The hunter struggled to get up, leaned against the head of the bed and said:

"This matter is a top secret of the Dao League. Only you can know it, and even your master can't tell it. If you promise me, I can tell you."

"it is good."

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