Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 356 The pure will become clear, and the turbid will become turbid.

In the blink of an eye, it was already early June. Everyone in the martial arts world knew that Wei Ming Hou had defeated the spear champion alone in Poyang Lake, but it seemed that the victory was not formal, so he did not win the spear champion plaque, which was a pity.

But according to the accounts of the spectators at the scene, Wei Minghou defeated the leader head-on with a spear... A swordsman went to play with the leader with a spear and won?

For a time, Zhao Wumian's reputation in the martial arts world was already unparalleled, and he was showing signs of becoming the number one person in the righteous martial arts world.

The opposition between the righteous and the evil is actually quite funny in the eyes of the people in the martial arts world. Isn't it all for a few taels of silver and a bit of fame? Who is nobler than who?
It was only because of the policy of the Ten Martial Masters that the three sects and six factions headed by the imperial court emerged to fight against the three major evil factions.

As the righteous court, it is obviously strange and its status in the world is difficult to describe.

Although most people in the underworld call themselves lackeys of the imperial court, if the wealth and glory promised by the imperial court were really placed before their eyes, few would not be tempted. To put it nicely, they are upright in words but hateful in deeds.

Do you want the wealth and glory that your brother will give you? Hmm? Look at this big ingot, look at this big gold bar, is it big? Is it hard?
Hmm? Do you like your brother's high position? If you perform well and make great contributions, you can be granted a title, which will be inherited by the whole family!
Hmm? You want it? Then just be your brother's lackey.

Even the martial arts champion accepted the plaque and willingly became a dog of the imperial court, didn't he?
Therefore, the concept of "right path" was forcibly promoted by the imperial court. The court was eager to become the "right path" in the eyes of the underworld in order to gain prestige in the market. This was also one of the clever aspects of Emperor Jingzheng's policy of the Ten Martial Champions.

Unfortunately, for so many years, the recognized number one in the martial arts world has always been Xiao Yuanmu, the Palace Master of Taixuan Palace, which inevitably gave people the suspicion of "good prevailing over evil". Until Zhao Wumian turned up, it seemed that he could compete with Xiao Yuanmu as the number one of the good and evil factions respectively.

However, signs are just signs after all. The person currently recognized as the number one in the righteous world is still the former national master of Dali and the head of Wugong Mountain, Guiyi Zhenren.

If Zhao Wumian had not defeated the Taoist Guiyi, he would never have the hope of becoming the number one person in the righteous world. Even if the imperial court pushed him to be the number one, the people in the martial arts world would not recognize him.

Unfortunately, after Zhao Wumian defeated the spear leader in Mount Lu, he did not immediately make an effort to attack the Wugong Mountain. This is a big regret in the martial arts world.

But Zhao Wumian defeated three top martial arts masters in a short period of half a year, which made the martial arts world, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly lively again. Countless people were waiting in taverns and tea stalls, hoping to hear the first-hand news about Wei Minghou.

At this moment, Wei Ming Hou, who caused a great uproar in the martial arts world, had already arrived outside Huating.

At night, in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, a merchant ship flying the flag of Lin'an was sailing steadily on the river, less than twenty miles away from Huating Port.

Zhao Wumian, wearing a blue shirt, stood outside the boat, gazing at the bright lights of Huating City in the distance, feeling secretly excited.

After leaving Tinglan Manor, he boarded a merchant ship disguised as one of the Taixuan Palace's and sailed down the river to Huating City.

The East China Sea has extensive rivers and convenient water transportation, not to mention that the Yangtze River can go directly to Huating. In addition, Zhao Wumian's injuries have not yet healed, so taking a boat to recuperate is much better than traveling on horseback.

More than half a month had passed since he left Yangzhou. He missed her terribly and wondered whether Miss Su and the others were doing well in Huating.

Before he set out, he wrote two letters, one to the Huating City Detective Division and the other to the Imperial Palace in Beijing, briefly explaining the clues he had obtained. However, there has been no reply yet, mainly because he was always on the road and it was inconvenient to send letters by mail.

But now that they were outside Huating, they would be able to see a few girls soon. Zhao Wumian calmed down his heart a little and went to the cabin.

Xiao Lengyue was wearing a plain green skirt, holding Zhao Wumian's Wuhen Sword in her small hand and dancing with it. As she took light steps, her skirt fluttered, occasionally revealing her light green embroidered shoes and pure white silk stockings under her skirt, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Xiao Lengyue's martial arts had obviously reached a bottleneck. No matter how much she practiced, she couldn't make any progress. She could only maintain her skills. She had been doing nothing on the boat these days, so she practiced martial arts a lot.

Thanks to this, Zhao Wumian also learned a lot from her... to be precise, memories.

Zhao Wumian definitely knows everything that Xiao Lengyue knows, but he had forgotten a lot due to amnesia. Now that he has learned it again, he has returned to the peak and has a different understanding.

According to Xiao Lengyue, Zhao Wumian used to be stronger than he is now. If he hadn't been infected with the Cold Jade Gu and his strength was less than one-tenth of his current strength, and if he hadn't been besieged by the leader of the Western Region Holy Church and at least two martial arts champions, Ding Jingcheng, the outcome would have been unknown.

"Here you are. Are you hungry?" Xiao Lengyue sheathed his sword. There was some sweat on his forehead. He glanced at Zhao Wumian and asked with a smile.

"We'll get off the boat and head to Huating City later. It won't be too late to eat in the city." Zhao Wumian looked around. "Where's Yuanmu?"

"She is regulating her breathing upstairs to stabilize her injuries. She has been regulating her breathing more and more these days. I'm afraid she won't be able to keep this method going for too long. If she can't find a way to recover, she will have to give up her martial arts."

Zhao Wumian frowned. He had also been aware of this for a while, but he hadn't found a good solution yet. Xiao Yuanmu certainly didn't want to give up his martial arts...

Xiao Lengyue shook his head slightly, then threw the Wuhen Knife onto the knife rack on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and spoke in a calm tone.
"Don't think too much. The most important thing for now is to find the Cuojin Boshan furnace. Continue to practice martial arts. Today, I will teach you the Wan Wuchen boxing technique. It may seem similar to the Wan Yuexian boxing technique, but it is actually completely different."

Wan Wuchen is the Xiao family's inherited martial art. After countless generations of improvements, it has become the best in the martial arts world. It is the predecessor of Wan Yuexian, but this does not mean that Wan Yuexian is the replacement for Wan Wuchen.

Or in other words, he used to be a replacement, but now as Xiao Lengyue's martial arts are becoming more and more advanced, he has improved a lot. In addition, Zhao Wumian also improved a lot in the past, so it can be regarded as the result of the joint efforts of him and Xiao Lengyue.

After the fall of the Chen Kingdom, not many things were left behind. Wan Wuchen was one of them, but it was inevitably left behind by the times.

With Zhao Wumian's martial arts skills back then, it would obviously be less troublesome for him to focus on other advanced martial arts rather than fighting to the death with Wan Wuchen... Improving Wan Wuchen was a little romance that Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue shared in their memories of Chen Kingdom.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lengyue's expression softened a bit, "Come here, you are now proficient in swords, spears, swords, and internal lightness skills, but your boxing skills are relatively poor."

Zhao Wumian nodded slightly, lifted his sleeves, and came in front of Xiao Lengyue.

Although Xiao Lengyue was a girl from the Jiangnan water town, she was not short. She reached Zhao Wumian's chin. She raised her face slightly, looked at Zhao Wumian, and sighed in her heart that Zhao Wumian had grown so tall.

Not only in height, but also in other aspects, compared to when I was a child, it is also incomparable...

Xiao Lengyue suddenly remembered what happened that night, and the scene of herself helping Zhao Wumian to force the machine to turn on, with her legs bent stiffly, emerged in her mind again. She felt a little strange in her heart.

"Aunt? Don't you want to demonstrate?"

Zhao Wumian's doubtful voice brought Xiao Lengyue back to her senses from a trance. She felt a little uneasy in her heart, but she remained expressionless. She put her hands behind her back and suddenly raised her palms to slap her sides.

boom!
The profound inner breath seemed to form a pure white airflow, like the Milky Way pouring down, which suddenly shattered the mahogany desk, teapot, writing brush, ink, paper, and other utensils in the room into powder, and then continued to penetrate the cabin wall.

However, when this powerful energy touched the wall, it was like a gentle breeze blowing past, only blowing up the murals on the wall, but not leaving any cracks.

But the house was already in a mess and was empty in an instant.

"As if using your arms and fingers, you can move as you wish and retract as you wish. It goes out like the Milky Way and retracts like the breeze. This is the mystery of this boxing style. Whether it is real or fake is up to you. In actual combat, whether it is real or fake depends on your psychological game... This is the characteristic of Wan Wuchen, which is the skill he gained from the experience of the Cuojin Boshan furnace."

Xiao Lengyue explained a few words to Zhao Wumian, and then outside the cabin, a Taixuan Palace disciple dressed as a maid hurriedly pushed the door open and entered, "Are there any enemy attacks?"

Zhao Wumian casually raised his hand, indicating that he was just practicing martial arts with his aunt. Only then did the Taixuan Palace disciples breathe a sigh of relief and retreat behind closed doors.

Zhao Wumian and Xiao Lengyue were the only ones left in the room.

Xiao Lengyue demonstrated it once, and then continued:

"For this boxing style, the real and the fake are only one aspect, and more importantly, it requires a vast inner breath. I have already communicated with the bridge between heaven and earth, so my inner breath is endless, which is fine. But in the past hundred years, how many warriors can really communicate with heaven and earth? Considering this, the inner strength "Tai Xuan Jing" that you and I have learned will have such a vast inner breath like the stars."

Zhao Wumian was very serious when practicing martial arts, with his head lowered in thought.

She continued, "Now that you have learned the 'Taixu Xuanyuan Jue' from Huanzhen Pavilion, your internal energy is vast and your power is even greater. This boxing method is very suitable for you... Come, try it with your aunt, and I will teach you by example."

Xiao Lengyue clenched her fists and stood in front of Zhao Wumian, ready to strike a pose. Her pretty face looked serious, but because her looks were too delicate, she didn't look cold or majestic.

This was not the first time that Zhao Wumian had practiced with Xiao Lengyue, and he did not have any random thoughts in his mind. He got into position and raised his hand to deliver a cannon punch.

Xiao Lengyue paused slightly and nodded in her heart. Although it was just a small detail that didn't need to be mentioned, she was still proud of herself in her heart.

The kid she raised is really competitive and is really focused on practicing martial arts...

There were muffled noises all over the cabin. The surrounding furniture had already been turned into powder. The empty space was perfect for the two to fight.

Zhao Wumian's talent for martial arts was self-evident, not to mention that he also had a share of credit in this style of boxing. In less than a cup of tea, he had mastered all the moves. The only thing that was a little off was the fist aura that Xiao Lengyue had just demonstrated.

Although his physical strength is not inferior to that of the martial arts champion, he does not have the bridge to communicate between heaven and earth. In terms of the release of internal energy, he is actually inferior to the other martial arts champions.

Just like when Yangzhou dominated the world with one sword, he relied purely on his bold and domineering internal energy to defeat the reckless. It doesn't matter if he uses as much internal energy as he has.

But to be able to connect the real and the fake like Wan Wuchen, and to be able to retract and release freely, it is extremely demanding on the precision of releasing the internal energy... It will take many practices to master it.

Seeing Zhao Wumian trying several times, either he exerted too much force and could not control the force to blast several big holes in the cabin, or his force was so light that it could only blow the wind. Xiao Lengyue frowned secretly.

The hatred towards the Western Region Holy Church in my heart increased a little bit...If it weren't for them, how could Zhao Wumian have failed to master this martial art that should have been as easy as using one's own arm?

But Xiao Lengyue remained expressionless. Seeing that if Zhao Wumian continued to practice, the entire merchant ship would be destroyed, he took him to the new cabin, closed the doors and windows, and raised his head to him.

"Don't practice against the boat, come at me. No matter how strong or weak you are, I can make it disappear... so you don't have to tear the boat apart."

After practicing a few times, Zhao Wumian was almost getting the hang of it, but he had no intention of really aiming his fist at his aunt. He shook his head slightly.
"Try again, I'll definitely be able to master it... What if I hurt my aunt?"

“Stop talking nonsense. I am your aunt, the martial arts champion, not a small fry. Although your physical strength is comparable to that of the martial arts champion, you rely on the strong physique brought by the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution… In terms of the quality and quantity of internal energy, you can’t even catch up with me, let alone hurt me…”

This is the truth. When Zhao Wumian fought Wu Kui, he relied on his spear, sword and knife skills... If he wanted to kill Wu Kui by releasing his internal energy, it was purely a pipe dream.

After he communicates with the bridge of heaven and earth, there may still be a chance, but now it won’t work even if he uses the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution... After all, the main part of the Heavenly Demon Blood Solution that strengthens the physique and qi and blood.

At this point, Zhao Wumian seemed pretentious if he continued speaking. He recalled the trick to win Wuchen's heart, raised his hand and threw a punch at Xiao Lengyue in the air.

"Just wait and see, Auntie!"

As soon as the punch was thrown, the majestic internal energy like the Milky Way poured out and flooded in front of Xiao Lengyue in the blink of an eye.

It was impossible for Zhao Wumian to really use his full strength against Xiao Lengyue, and Xiao Lengyue knew it very well, so he put his hands behind his back and did not intend to dodge or resist. It was obvious that he intended to withstand it and then sense it carefully, so that it would be easier to find out the problem.

In fact, Xiao Lengyue's idea was correct. Zhao Wumian's inner energy rushed forward like a white mist that submerged her, and then smashed into the wall without slowing down, like a breeze passing by. Let alone being injured, Xiao Lengyue didn't even feel any pain.

She clearly sensed that Zhao Wumian's energy was changing from solid to virtual, and that he could control it freely. She was secretly shocked that Zhao Wumian was right.

He said that he would be able to master it if he tried once more, and indeed, he only needed to try once more... The child was indeed worthy of being raised by him, with such a good talent for martial arts since childhood.

Unfortunately, Xiao Lengyue still misjudged one thing... As a martial arts master, her physique was much stronger than ordinary people. She could withstand it, but her clothes could not.

For a martial arts master like Xiao Lengyue, she would have a lot of underwear that is tough and indestructible when traveling around the world, but why is she wearing those clothes on the boat?

Therefore, how could ordinary clothes block Zhao Wumian's vast inner energy?
In just a blink of an eye, the white mist transformed from internal energy wrapped up the torn dress, bellyband, and even underwear, and swung behind Xiao Lengyue.

Xiao Lengyue's long jet-black hair was originally tied up behind her head like an ordinary woman, but now her long hair was let down, making Xiao Lengyue look more feminine.

In a split second, with Zhao Wumian's eyesight, even if he realized something was wrong and immediately raised his hands to cover his eyes, he still saw Xiao Lengyue's body completely in that quick glance.

Her skin was as white and tender as jade, and except for her hair, there seemed to be no other color on her body, not even a mole could be seen.

Tuan'er, who was in no way inferior to the empress dowager, trembled violently and waves formed under the impact of Wan Wuchen's internal energy.

The legs below the slender waist are plump and slender, very fleshy.

"you!"

Xiao Lengyue, as the martial arts champion, reacted quickly. She raised her hands to cover her eyes the moment her dress was torn. Her pretty face was visibly red. Just as she was about to curse, she saw Zhao Wumian had already raised his hands to cover his eyes and turned around. She didn't know whether Zhao Wumian saw it or not.

Xiao Lengyue's face turned red and white, and she didn't know how many thoughts flashed through her mind in the blink of an eye. But she was not an ordinary woman after all. Seeing that Zhao Wumian had turned his back, she did not deceive herself by covering her eyes with her hands. She put down her arms generously, walked towards Zhao Wumian with lotus steps, and asked.

"Have you seen my aunt's body?"

Xiao Lengyue's tone was very calm, making Zhao Wumian unsure whether it was the calm before the storm or if she really didn't care.

He had no choice but to raise his hand to untie his belt, take off his outer robe, and pass it to her, "Aunt, put on your clothes first..."

Xiao Lengyue found it funny in her heart. If it was usual, she would have made Zhao Wumian kneel down and give him a good lesson, but at this moment, she asked:

"Why panic? It's just an accident. Auntie won't blame you."

She took Zhao Wumian's outer robe, put it on, and covered her body. "Just don't let Yuan Mu know about this. Turn around."

Zhao Wumian glanced sideways and saw that Xiao Lengyue had indeed put on her outer robe. Then he turned around, looking a little helpless.

"I saw it. If you feel uncomfortable, you can scold me to vent your anger."

Xiao Lengyue held up her outer robe with both hands, revealing a pair of extremely voluptuous white legs. Seeing Zhao Wumian so handsome, she couldn't vent her anger even if she was angry.

Zhao Wumian wasn't taking advantage of her on purpose, so she wouldn't act like a foolish country woman and make a fuss.

Moreover, Xiao Lengyue had always thought about having a baby with Zhao Wumian. They already had a deep relationship. Now that her body had been seen, although it was inappropriate, it was not a big deal if she thought about it carefully.

They had even done that thing that night in Lushan, so no matter how coy Xiao Lengyue tried to be, it would only make her look self-righteous.

On the contrary, she was still a little curious.

She and Xiao Yuanmu always discussed whether she had sexual desire for Zhao Wumian, but she never thought about whether Zhao Wumian had any other thoughts about her as his concubine?
Xiao Lengyue glanced at Zhao Wumian's pants imperceptibly, not knowing whether the machine was forced to turn on.

Her emotions were all over the place, but she just smiled and walked towards the table, "Come here."

Zhao Wumian looked at her back. Her outer robe was held tightly by Xiao Lengyue, so it was very close to her skin. At this moment, when she took a few steps casually, the arc of the full moon seemed to sway left and right in the clouds, and there was even a wisp of black cloud standing in the middle of the full moon.

Zhao Wumian looked away, not wanting to look at anything inappropriate.

Xiao Lengyue sat down casually at the table, crossed her plump snow-white legs, and her white and tender feet seemed to be picking up embroidered shoes, lifting them in the air.

Unfortunately, the embroidered shoes and socks were turned into powder.

"That being said, although I don't care, I have to punish you. Otherwise, it will seem that I, as your aunt, have failed to discipline you. Stand forward."

Zhao Wumian took advantage of Xiao Lengyue, so he just listened to whatever his aunt said. He walked forward a few steps and looked around at Xiao Lengyue, as if she was looking for something to hit him with.

It can’t be too hard, it will hurt Zhao Wumian.

It's not good to be too soft either, as it will make her seem overly doting.

After looking for a long time and not finding anything suitable, Xiao Lengyue had no choice but to let Zhao Wumian stretch out his hand. She raised her hand and patted his palm a few times, making a popping sound.

Zhao Wumian had thick skin and didn't feel any pain at all, but Xiao Lengyue's skin was as white as water, and his own hand turned red instead.

"Do you know you're wrong?" But Xiao Lengyue still acted like an aunt and asked in a cold voice.

"What's wrong...Auntie, can you tell me clearly?" Zhao Wumian felt funny in his heart, and his tone was inevitably relaxed.

Xiao Lengyue's eyes widened a little, "Good boy, you can't even coax your aunt? I heard from Yuan Mu that you have many female confidants, why? You can coax them, but not your aunt?"

However, Xiao Lengyue knew what kind of person Zhao Wumian was. She had been angered by him many times over the years, so her tone was a little fierce.

After he finished speaking, Xiao Lengyue held his outer robe with one hand and supported his face with the other hand. He looked more like an emperor than Luo Chaoyan, and was majestic without even getting angry.

"I am also a woman. For so many years, no other man has seen my body. But this time it's not your fault, and I don't blame you. But I want to know, do you have a clean heart?"

As she spoke, Xiao Lengyue narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and glanced at Zhao Wumian's pants out of the corner of her eye.

Apparently, she was still thinking about replacing the original with the new one...

It's impossible that Xiao Lengyue, after being busy for a long time, really develops lust for Zhao Wumian, but Zhao Wumian still acts as noble as Liu Xiahui.

Clean or not...If it were in the past, Zhao Wumian would have a clear conscience, but he knew what Xiao Lengyue did to him that night in Lushan.

It would be a miracle if he had a clean heart now, he is not made of wood.

But now it hasn't been exposed to the public. If it was exposed, Xiao Lengyue would be the first one who couldn't stand it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have insisted on trying it when Zhao Wumian was unconscious. So Zhao Wumian said helplessly:

"It is clean."

"My aunt is not pretty? Her figure is not good looking?" Xiao Lengyue raised an eyebrow, showing dissatisfaction.

"She is beautiful, but my aunt is different from other women."

Seeing that Zhao Wumian was unmoved, Xiao Lengyue frowned secretly and changed her leg to cross it. When she changed legs, the hem of her outer robe was slightly lifted, making her skin look even whiter.

She turned her beautiful eyes slightly and sighed softly, "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Go get some clothes and shoes for me. We'll be going into the city soon. I can't get off the boat like this, right?"

Zhao Wumian breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left. After a while, he took out a clean dress, embroidered shoes and silk stockings, put them on the table, and turned his back to leave.

"Aunt, please change your clothes. I won't look at you without permission. I'm leaving now..."

"Why are you leaving? This matter is not over yet."

"what?"

Zhao Wumian looked back.

Xiao Lengyue still held on to her outer robe, leaving only her long white legs exposed. She lifted one leg and said, "Put on your underwear and shoes and socks. If you have no distracting thoughts, I will let you go."

Looking at those cute little white feet and slender long white legs, just looking at Zhao Wumian made him want to swallow his saliva...he couldn't stand the test at all.

He forced himself to smile, "Aunt, please stop teasing me. Men and women should not be intimate with each other. I can't help but consider your reputation."

"There are outsiders here? If you really have no distractions, why are you afraid to let your aunt put on clothes?" Xiao Lengyue couldn't tell whether Zhao Wumian really felt it was inappropriate or he was too guilty to dare to wear it.

In her heart, she felt that her test was a bit unreasonable, so she moved her white toes, "Then just put on some socks for me, and I can wear my underwear myself."

The two of them took a step back, and Zhao Wumian stepped forward, half-knelt in front of Xiao Lengyue, picked up the pure white silk stockings and stretched them open.

He could sense that Xiao Lengyue was staring at him. If he dared to show any evil intentions, he would be severely scolded by Xiao Lengyue the next moment.

As she pondered in her heart, Xiao Lengyue raised her white jade feet and placed them in front of Zhao Wumian's chest.

This posture is somewhat cute and warm, but unfortunately the undercurrents behind it are simply not something that outsiders can know about.

Zhao Wumian held Xiao Lengyue's jade feet, his palms were warm and her skin was smooth. He placed them on his knees, then stretched the stockings a little and put them up.

I tried my best to control myself and not look up along the jade feet.

After all, at this moment Xiao Lengyue raised one leg, revealing her crescent moon. As long as Zhao Wumian wanted to see it, he could see it all.

Xiao Lengyue sat on the chair, looking down at Zhao Wumian who was putting socks on her. This was supposed to be a test to see if Zhao Wumian would have sexual desire for her, but at this moment, Xiao Lengyue's beautiful eyes suddenly became absent-minded.

She remembered that when she was a child, her mother would squat in front of her, put her feet on her knees, and put socks on her.

Later, Xiao Lengyue grew up and her mother died.

Later, she and Jiuer raised Xiao Yuanmu and Zhao Wumian respectively. After Jiuer disappeared, the burden of raising the two children fell on her shoulders.

Zhao Wumian has been sensible since he was young. Although he always deliberately makes Xiao Yuanmu angry and plays with her, Xiao Lengyue can see that Zhao Wumian does it intentionally most of the time, mostly to make Xiao Yuanmu happy.

But when Zhao Wumian was a child, Xiao Lengyue would sometimes squat in front of him like a mother and put on his socks for him. Zhao Wumian always looked reluctant, saying that he was not a kid and could put on his own socks.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Wumian squatted in front of her and put on her shoes and socks.

Xiao Lengyue's heart suddenly began to beat faster.

Zhao Wumian has grown up. Not only is he skilled in martial arts and can help her share her worries, he can also take care of her by helping her put on socks like her mother.

While he was distracted, Zhao Wumian had already put spring socks on Xiao Lengyue's feet. Seeing that Xiao Lengyue did not tease him further, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked up, and said with a smile:

"Just say that my heart is clean?"

But there seemed to be a glimmer in Xiao Lengyue's beautiful eyes. She lowered her eyes to look at him with a gentle expression and said "hmm" softly.

"Auntie is just teasing you. I know you have a pure heart." As she said this, Xiao Lengyue raised her leg mischievously and tickled Zhao Wumian's cheek a few times with her sock-covered foot.
"Look how scared you are. Is your aunt very fierce? She obviously can't bear to hit you."

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and grabbed Xiao Lengyue's calf. In this posture, her crescent moon was really exposed, which made Zhao Wumian uneasy. He didn't know where to look and quickly stood up.

"Men and women should not touch each other, please get dressed quickly, auntie."

After saying that, Zhao Wumian turned around and left, only to hear a pleasant chuckle behind him.

Xiao Lengyue felt it was interesting, but more of a sense of warmth.

She couldn't explain what kind of emotion it was, but it didn't seem like the feeling of an elder facing a younger generation who were filial to their parents.

She was in a good mood, with no thoughts of any kind of conspiracy or trickery in her mind. She only felt an indescribable sense of ease and happiness.

Moreover... Wu Kui has amazing perception.

Even without looking or taking off her pants, Xiao Lengyue could feel some unusual movements of Zhao Wumian.

"You still say that you have a pure heart... Hey, maybe it's because I'm too beautiful."

A mumbling voice with laughter echoed in the room, but as the merchant ship docked, it quickly disappeared amid the noisy crowd.

(End of this chapter)