Quick travel: Qing Leng host is forced to have sex with crazy criticizing wall-dong

More than twenty Saintess Sect members surrounded Baochen on the street and faced each other with swords drawn.

Pedestrians passing by dodge, not daring to intervene.

"Boy, it is a blessing that you have cultivated for eight lifetimes that our saintess can like you. It is a blessing to be praised."

"If you know what's going on, just follow us. If you really want to drink wine and refuse to eat, we will suck you to death!"

"If you can escape, the monk cannot escape from the temple. If you offend our Saintess Sect, you will never get ahead in your life. Boy, don't be stupid. If you can serve our Saintess to your satisfaction, I guarantee that you will be popular in the Saintess Sect." ."

Just like the second-rate men on the street teasing virtuous women, a group of female cultivators shamelessly stared at Buchen's Xiasanlu and made rude remarks.

Baichen already had thoughts of killing in his heart.

But if he takes action here, his whereabouts may be exposed.

Thinking of something, his thin lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely evil smile.

The female nuns were bewildered by his smile and all fell into a trance.

"If I obey, will I really be able to enjoy life and drink?"

he asked with a deadpan expression.

That indifferent look made people want to surrender at his feet.

It has to be said that it is not only arrogant women who can arouse everyone's desire to conquer.

Men can do it too!

Who doesn’t want to see an iceberg turn into a soft thing?

Maybe, this boy can really become the first man to survive under the skirt of a saint?

"This is natural. As long as the saint you serve is satisfied, the benefits will inevitably come to you."

Of course, the premise is that you have to survive the dual cultivation.

The leading female cultivator did not tell the whole story.

"I'll go with you."

Baichen pondered for a moment and said.

The female cultivators were beaming with joy, but they were still afraid that he would go back on his word.

A silk ribbon flew out of the sleeves of the leading female cultivator and quickly wrapped around Baochen's body. After tying him up, she called on the sisters to escort Baochen away.

After hearing the news, Baochen was not taken back to the inn, but was taken to the courtyard of Zhenbao Pavilion to entertain distinguished guests alone.

He was led to a mist-shrouded bath.

The aroma wafted from the bath, which was milky white and filled with bright red rose petals.

"Take off his clothes and wash them clean. Don't let the dust stain the saint's body!"

The leading female cultivator gave arrogant orders to the female slaves on the side.

"Respect."

A few people didn't dare to neglect at all, so they stepped forward to take off Baochen's clothes.

The corners of Baochen's mouth, which had been silent all this time, were slightly raised with a murderous arc, and the red and purple demonic energy suddenly overflowed.

puff.

The female cultivators had no chance to scream and fell straight to the ground.

Baichen activated the demonic energy and released Lingluo who tied him.

When the owner of the magic weapon died, the magic weapon naturally lost its owner. He put it into his pocket without any courtesy, and then waited for Wen Rong to come to his door automatically.

After nightfall, Wen Rong, who was very drunk at Nanfeng Pavilion, staggered into the courtyard.

"Everyone, please go down and don't disturb my wedding night."

After burping, she waved her hand impatiently, signaling for her subordinates to leave.

"Holy girl, we also like the male cultivator. When you have enjoyed it enough, can we sisters also have a sip of soup?"

Several subordinates laughed and said.

"Bah, a bunch of perverts, wait until I've had enough fun."

Wen Rong laughed loudly and slowly opened the door.

It was very cold inside.

"What about people?"

With a worried look on her face, she asked the slave girl guarding the door.

"Returning to the saint, the monk did not return after going to the bath..."

Wen Rong's face changed drastically.

Damn it, those little bitches couldn't have beaten her to the man she liked, right?

court death……

Releasing her natal magic weapon, the Red Lotus Whip, she angrily rushed toward the bathtub.

'boom--'

The bathroom door was kicked open.

The unsightly scene Wen Rong imagined did not appear.

There were corpses on the ground, and the ground was stained red with blood.

And Baichen fell into samadhi among these corpses, like a banished immortal who was not stained by dust.

The strange and enchanting scene makes people's hearts beat wildly.

'Pumping, beating -'

"You're so brave, you dare to kill my disciples of the Saintess Sect."

Wen Rong squinted her eyes, looked at Baochen with a half-smile, and spoke.

"Amitabha……"

Bichen slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and looked over with those beautiful eyes, without any trace of warmth.

"You are that demon cultivator!"

Wen Rong's tone was determined, and her face seemed calm, but in fact, cold sweat began to break out on her back.

"I want to practice dual cultivation with a poor monk, are you worthy?"

Baochen's thin lips slowly raised, but the words he spoke were filled with bone-chilling chills and contempt.

"you wanna die!"

Angry, Wen Rong suddenly blew a leaf-shaped magic weapon, and then swung her long whip towards him.

Today's Bichen is no longer the first to enter the world of spiritual cultivation.

Wen Rong's cultivation level is indeed high, after all, she has absorbed the cultivation level of countless monks.

But he didn't even pay attention to people like Hou Yi, let alone her.

In the blink of an eye, the two played against each other for hundreds of rounds.

He didn't even change his breath, but Wen Rong, on the other hand, had several dazzling blood marks on his body, and was beaten to the point of defeat.

The female nuns who heard the noise and rushed into the bath to reinforce her could not withstand the three rounds of Baochen. Bodies lay scattered on the ground.

Damn it, why haven't you come yet...

Blood spilled from her mouth, she evaded Bichen's attack in a panic, and looked at the door frequently.

Knowing that she couldn't deal with this demonic cultivator, she blew the gold leaf given by Zhenbao Pavilion in order to jointly capture this demonic cultivator.

But now she is at the end of her strength, and there is no response from the outside world. How can she not be anxious.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Baochen saw through her anxiety, raised his thin lips slightly, and asked with a smile.

Before Wen Rong could answer, he spoke calmly again: "No one will come, and you will die here quietly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic energy that soared into the sky overflowed from his body, like a monster with its bloody mouth, roaring and attacking Wen Rong.

Baichen walked towards Wen Rong's body, leaned over, took away her storage bag, took out the invitation letter from Zhenbao Pavilion, and finally smiled from the bottom of his heart.

The black robe on his body was already soaked with blood.

Ignoring the dead bodies in this room, Baochen walked to the edge of the bath, took off his blood-stained clothes, and slowly stepped into the bath.

Wheat-colored skin, milky-white pool water, bright red petals, and corpses on the ground formed a strange scene.

The image of Shuang Yu appeared in Bichen's mind. He sighed softly, raised his head, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

A faint gasp escaped.

It adds an eerie charm to this already bizarre scene.

The day of the auction.

Baichen, who was wearing a black outfit, followed 'Wen Rong' to the entrance, followed by two disciples wearing white veils.

Wen Rong's face turned pale, and she took out the invitation letter and handed it over with a cold face and without saying a word.

The person who inspected the invitation quickly reached out and took it.

This touch was incredible, the other person's hand felt as if it had been frozen in an ice cellar, terrifyingly cold.

"Invite some distinguished guests."

Withdrawing his gaze, he bowed his waist in a gesture of invitation and led the four of them up to the private seats on the second floor.

Soon, all the guests arrived and the auction officially began.