Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Such a domineering name, even if you have never heard of it, it is not difficult to guess its essence.

A strong sense of horror jumped directly from my heart to my throat.

When Shen Chutang saw Mu Yao hanging her head in silence, an unspeakable sadness flashed across his eyes.

"Is it the same as the Bloodthirsty Pavilion?" Mu Yao closed her eyes and lowered her head even more.

After a long while, Shen Chutang responded slowly, as if he had been thinking for half a century before responding.

. . . . . .

Encountering two major killer organizations in succession, this luck is more than just soaring to the ninth heaven.

Could it be that she has some unknown special physique that can attract these "dark blades" like a magnet?

She hugged Shen Chutang's neck and gently rubbed his cheek with her head, trying to calm her mind as much as possible: "The name An Shang sounds much more profound than the Bloodthirsty Pavilion. Between you and Han... the leader of the Bloodthirsty Pavilion, who is more powerful?"

Mu Yao's reaction was beyond Shen Chutang's expectations, and it made him feel that it was not so real. He held his breath and pressed Mu Yao into his arms, as if if he was not careful, she would leave him without any regrets.

"Hmm?" Mu Yao asked again when she saw that Shen Chutang did not agree.

The whimpering sound brought him back to his senses, and he immediately said with certainty, "Slightly inferior to me."

Mu Yao's question suddenly reminded him of Wuming's previous act of snatching a bride, and he couldn't help but ask cautiously: "Did that person give you any trouble?"

It's more than just a dilemma!

When Mu Yao thought of what Han Qi had done to her, she cursed loudly in her heart, "Cuckold, pervert, bastard."

"No, no, he gave me a bottle of Bamboo Dew Pills." After saying that, Mu Yao regretted it. Is she sick? Why did she bring this up?

. . . . . .

Shen Chutang was slightly startled. He placed his big palm on her beautiful back, raised his slender fingertips and gently drew circles on it, and said in a mysterious tone: "It seems that you and Wuming are getting along very well. This medicine is good, you might as well keep it."

The tingling sensation on her back aroused her love and her mind became dazed, but she still noticed the change in Shen Chutang's tone.

Mu Yao stood up and looked him straight in the eyes, cupped his perfect cheeks, and said in a tender voice, "Not at all, he and I are enemies. But I have improved a new pill based on the Bamboo Dew Pill, which can help people recover from internal injuries quickly and increase their internal strength. Next time I will bring you the upgraded version of the Qi Gathering Pill, so you won't be afraid of strong enemies."

She recalled the day when Wei Wushang's strength exploded and he fought against forty-two people alone. She still remembers it vividly.

The force on her waist interrupted her drifting thoughts. When she looked again, her body had already been pressed to Shen Chutang's chest. The two pairs of beautiful eyes were very close, and the four pink lips were almost touching.

Shen Chutang remained motionless, staring at Mu Yao intently, and asked word by word: "Now that Yaoyao knows my identity, will she still love me as before?"

A bright smile filled the corners of her mouth. Mu Yao distanced herself from him, took up a strand of Shen Chutang's silver hair, wrapped it around her wine-red hair, and tied a beautiful knot. She said firmly, "This life is short, and there is no joy without you. My love for you is more than just love. Please give me more guidance for the rest of my life."

Mu Yao's promise swept away all the haze and concerns in Shen Chutang's heart. The light in her eyes was like the morning sun, illuminating every corner of his heart with warmth and brightness.

He covered the delicate pink with trembling lips and bit it gently, then pressed down his lover's body again and whispered "thank you" in her ear, as if these two words contained all the vows he wanted to say.

Mu Yao raised her eyebrows, in a good mood, her jade hands slid to his waist and pulled off his jade belt. Her willow-like fingertips reached into his robe and imitated what Shen Chutang had done just now, circling and moving slowly upwards until they outlined his delicate jaw and were held in his mouth.

The warmth of his fingertips made Mu Yao let out a sweet cry. Shen Chutang paused, then curled up his tongue and licked it hard.

The two of them gradually lost control of their bodies, as if they had lost their clarity of mind in an instant. The beautiful music began to play again in the house, and it did not show any signs of stopping until the evening hour.

At 7:07 pm, Mu Yao woke up instantly, glanced at the sky, and hurriedly got up to dress. Shen Chutang saw her flustered look, shook his head helplessly, and tied her hair into a bun.

Looking at the meticulously combed hair in the bronze mirror, Mu Yao said in surprise: "Chu Tang, you combed it really well."

Shen Chutang chose a white dress and said gently, "My mother taught me this. She tied her hair into this bun when she married my father, and it has never changed. I will learn to tie more buns, and I will tie a different bun for Yaoyao every day."

"Your mother..." It was the first time Mu Yao heard Shen Chutang mention his family. She blurted out the question but didn't know what to say.

Shen Chutang smiled and said, "I will take you back to Nanyue to see mother after some time."

These few days won't matter. He will kill Wei Wushang and bring Yaoyao back. His mother will surely get better after hearing these two good news.

"Are you from Nanyue?" Mu Yao raised her voice to confirm again.

"What's wrong?" Shen Chutang paused and looked at her in confusion.

"Nothing, just a little surprised."

I might not be able to get through this time with my father. My mood suddenly became heavy, as if blown by an autumn wind.

At some point, a colorful glass bracelet appeared on my left wrist.

Shen Chutang squatted in front of her, holding her hand and kneading it gently, staring at the bracelet with gentle eyes and said: "This glass bracelet is not a rare treasure, but it represents the identity of the mistress of Anshang. When you wear it, all the halls will know it. When I am not with you, they will protect you in secret.

Mu Yao nodded heavily. The bracelet was very heavy, and she suddenly felt like she had a burden on her shoulders.

When she returned to Qingming, she suddenly realized that she was wearing a white shirt in front of her. She paused and said, "Chu Tang, I will go to the palace with Ah Ci for a banquet. Do you have any other colored dresses?"

White definitely won't work. If she puts it back, Ah Ci will definitely ask her to change into something else. It's getting late, there's no time to get ready.

"Xie Ci is going to take you to the palace tonight?" Shen Chutang asked suddenly, his handsome eyebrows slightly wrinkled, his eyes full of doubt.

She didn't want to, but the Emperor of Beiming invited her, and A Ci also asked, so how could she not go? Although the two had not yet married, it did not affect Mu Yao's consideration of Xie Ci as a family member. It was reasonable for her husband to bring his family to the palace for the banquet.

Shen Chutang saw Mu Yao was silent and immediately understood. He picked out another acacia-colored dress from the closet and asked, "Does Yaoyao like this one?"

Mu Yao's eyes lit up. This was not Bei Ming's low-cut skirt, but more like Dayun's style. She smiled and said, "I like it. It's beautiful and decent."

When she changed into the dress, most of her chest was covered. It was exquisitely cut and sewn, and fit her perfectly.

"Chu Tang, where did you buy this dress?" Mu Yao asked curiously while looking into the large bronze mirror.

"I asked some of my subordinates to buy cloth and sew it." Shen Chutang replied in amazement.

Mu Yao paused for a moment, turned around and looked at him suspiciously, "Your people can also sew clothes?"

It was hard for her to imagine those iron-blooded killers holding a sharp sword in one hand and threading a needle with the other.

Shen Chutang said calmly, "They didn't know how to do it in the early years, but after I took over, I let them learn a little. People can't just lick blood all their lives, they have to live a normal life for a few days."

Mu Yao's eyes widened. Her husband had a great vision. He was truly a rare talent in the assassination world. No wonder he could take the position of the Lord of Darkness. They were both assassins, but his state of mind was much better than Han Qi's.

"My husband has a heart of a tiger, but he can still smell the roses. I admire him as your wife!"

Shen Chutang enjoyed listening to this and carefully selected some jewelry to dress her up beautifully.

But in his heart, he did not approve of Xie Ci's behavior. He could not wear a veil when entering the palace to meet the emperor. What on earth did Xie Ci want to do?

But seeing Yaoyao was happy, he just let it go. With him around, even if something happened, it didn't matter, he could just smooth it out.

The two of them cuddled together for a while before Shen Chutang put the veil on her again and they went downstairs together.

The first thing Mu Yao saw was Xie Ci sitting alone at an eight-person table in the middle, staring at her without blinking, with a gloomy look in his eyes.