Flower Stealing Master Chapter 175

“What do you want to do?” He Tieshou shrank back subconsciously.

“What do you think?” Murong Jingyue approached her step by step, and suddenly frowned, “Miss He doesn't have to waste her energy, I am the ancestor of the medicine path, your methods won't work on me, hehe…”

Seeing that the Green Silkworm Gu Poison had no effect on him, He Tieshou panicked for real. She hurriedly took out the soft rainbow spider thread from her waist and shot it towards her opponent.

Murong Jingyue tapped the air a few times in a casual manner, and just touched a few nodes of the soft thread. The long whip-like thread, which was still majestic moments ago, drooped on the ground like a dead snake. When He Tieshou was still recovering from her shock, Murong Jingyue took the opportunity to restrain her and tapped several major acupoints on her body.

“Let go of me!” When He Tieshou was picked up by the enemy, her heart sank to the bottom, and she had no choice but to cry out.

“Miss He will beg me not to let you go in a moment, hahaha…” Murong Jingyue threw a pink pill into her mouth while He Tieshou was about to scream. Feeling the tender body in his arms gradually becoming soft, he hugged her and went into the depths of the woods with a loud laugh.

In the Zhurong Hall, the disciples of the He family fell one after another, and the disciples of Ding Chunqiu waved their flags and shouted,

“Old Immortal of Xingxiu, boundless strength, invincible in martial art, invincible in battle”

“Old Immortal of Xingxiu, boundless strength, vast supernatural powers, and his glory shakes the Central Plains”

“Old Immortal of Xingxiu, his virtue shakes the world, the ancient and the present are incomparable” 

Dongfang Muxue sitting in the hall frowned when she heard this. Song Qingshu spoke to her with a teasing tone, “Does it sound familiar? I wonder which of these slogans of Old Freak Ding is better than 'Blessing to all beings, cherish the common people, and unify the wulin'. What is their literary value?” 

In his mind, the scene of Dongfang Bubai, Ding Chunqiu and Hong Antong competing on the same stage appeared, the scene was so comical that he couldn't help laughing.

“Hmph, those slogans were all made up by 'that person', so I had to use them lest they make people suspicious.” Dongfang Muxue snorted coldly. Usually, she was the one who would be the target of slogans like these, but this time when she heard disciples of the Xingxiu Sect use them to praise Ding Chunqiu, she felt that they were quite embarrassing.

Lan Fenghuang, who was standing on the side, saw that Song Qingshu dared to speak to Cult Master Dongfang like this, and she secretly felt cold sweat down her spine. But, when she saw that Dongfang Muxue didn't seem to mind it at all, she stared at her in surprise.

“Lan Fenghuang, if you stare like that again, I will dig your eyes out and concoct the Five Treasures Nectar Wine with them.” Dongfang Muxue spoke up while she was still watching the battle situation, and did not intend to look back.

“Oh, Cult Master, would you be so cruel?” Lan Fenghuang stuck out her tongue and knelt at Dongfang Muxue's feet, put her face on her thigh, and her posture was very gentle and soft.

Song Qingshu felt that this woman's voice was really soft and sweet, and he had a chance to take a good look at Lan Fenghuang's appearance. 

Lan Fenghuang was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, she had big round eyes, her pupils were as black as lacquer, and she was wearing a blue dress embroidered with white floral patterns and trousers. She had an apron from her chest to the knees, embroidered with bright colors and brilliant gold. A pair of huge gold earrings, about the size of the mouth of a wine glass, were hanging from her ears. A colorful belt was wrapped around her slender waist, making her curves even more prominent. The majestic waves that emerged from her chest to waist gave her a unique charm that was different from that of a typical Han woman.

'Is there something going on between these two girls?'' Seeing Lan Fenghuang meekly crouching at Dongfang Muxue's feet, and Dongfang Muxue showing no signs of minding it, Song Qingshu murmured in his heart, 'This kind of blasphemy will be struck by heavenly thunder…'

As the last member of the He family fell, the hall fell into a strange silence. 

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“How come the boss has been gone for so long and hasn't come back yet?” Yue Laosan looked at the door several times, but couldn't see Duan Yanqing's figure, and finally couldn't help but ask.

It turned out that Duan Yanqing had suffered a serious internal injury in the fight before. Adding to that, the presence of Dongfang Bubai put too much pressure on him and he also didn't know whether Ding Chunqiu was a friend or enemy. So, he didn't dare to take the risk of returning to the Zhurong Hall, andand decided to run away. He was sure that the other three Evils would naturally come looking for him after some time had passed.

“Master Dongfang, our boss has most likely had an accident. The three of us must go out to find him. May I know if…” Ye Erniang hesitated again and again, but went forward to speak up.

Dongfang Muxue glanced at them with a faux-smile but didn't answer, she just waved her hands at them and the three of them rushed out as if they had been granted amnesty.

Ding Chunqiu, who was on the side, cursed in his mind, thinking that if he had known this earlier, he would have gone after He Tieshou as well, “Cult Master Dongfang, since this matter is over, this Ding will also go back to Xingxiu Sect first. If you need any help, you can send someone to let me know.”

Dongfang Muxue sat up straight, and lightly said, “Since the Old Master has something to do, I will not force you to stay here. Old Master's actions today have also won the friendship of the Sun Moon Holy Cult. You can go to Heimuya to find This Seat if you need help in the future.”

“Thank you, Cult Master!” Ding Chunqiu was overjoyed when he heard the words, although he regretted not getting his hands on the Ice Silkworm, but being able to get Dongfang Bubai's help was not necessarily worse than the Ice Silkworm.

When the rest of the people were almost gone, Dongfang Muxue said, “Lan Fenghuang, you stay here to clean up the mess, and by the way, change the formation of this place, so as not to be infiltrated like this again next time.”

“Yes!” Lan Fenghuang stood up and saluted.

“Feifei, help me to rest in the back hall.” Dongfang Muxue put her hand on Qu Feiyan's shoulder and said with a fatigued expression.

Qu Feiyan was overjoyed when she heard the words, and hurriedly helped her to walk back, and before leaving, she gave Lan Fenghuang an indignant look. It turns out that although Qu Feiyan was young, she was quite quirky and had a lot of messy thoughts in her head.

Even though she was Dongfang Muxue's apprentice, she wasn't actually aware of Dongfang Muxue's identity as a woman. After spending time with her, she was deeply impressed by her master's peerless strength. She secretly regarded herself as the Cult Master's concubine in her heart. Naturally, she couldn't stand it when other women appeared beside the Cult Master.

“Especially that Lan Fenghuang, because she has big breasts, she often intentionally rubs them while applying oil on the Cult Master's body. She is really a hateful vixen.” Qu Feiyan glanced at her small breasts, and pouted.

“What should I do?” Song Qingshu was confused and asked Dongfang Muxue.

“Lan Fenghuang, please treat Young Master Song well, he is a distinguished guest of this Cult Master.” Dongfang Muxue ordered, and quickly disappeared behind the hall.

“Uh!” Song Qingshu was lost for words for a moment, he had thought that when they arrived at the Five Poison Cult, Dongfang Muxue would tell him how to restore his power.

“Lan Fenghuang has seen Young Master Song.” While he was still in his stunned state, Lan Fenghuang walked up to him with a smile.

“Sister Lan's voice is really nice.” Song Qingshu came back to his senses and sincerely praised her.

Lan Fenghuang was overjoyed when she heard his words of praise. Her face seemed like the first blooming of spring flowers, and her expression became more charming. She smiled and said, “Young Master Song's temperament is not as old-fashioned as ordinary Han people, but I like it.”

“Your temperament is also quite pleasant. After seeing such a beautiful lady as Sister Lan with such a sweet voice, if I don't speak out what I'm thinking, I'll be tossing and turning at night, and have trouble sleeping.” As Lan Fenghuang seemed quite lively and open, Song Qingshu talked to her as if he had returned to the time when he used to tease female subordinates in his previous life.

Lan Fenghuang blushed, pursed her lips and said with a smile, “Young Master Song is a distinguished guest of the Cult Master, so how can this Lan make you go sleepless. The women of our Miao people have always been enthusiastic, and the Young Master is also very open minded. They are more than willing to serve the Young Master at night. The Young Master just has to pick carefully, and tell me directly which one you like.”

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