The bad girl wears the skirt quickly: the male protagonist is the servant

Mu Qingqing brought people to the inn. The proprietress, who still had charm, walked over slowly, holding an emerald green round fan.

"Girl, are you staying in a hotel or having a meal?"

As the proprietress spoke, she kept looking at Wuwang with an impudent gaze. Mu Qingqing calmly stopped her and said, "Stay in the hotel. I want a superior room."

Wuwang: “Two.”

The proprietress chuckled and looked at Mu Qingqing: "What are you two doing?"

"If you have a quarrel with your husband, just comfort him." Mu Qingqing pushed the silver she had searched from Wuwang in front of the proprietress.

The proprietress immediately smiled happily, took the money, and took the people to the second floor.

"If you have any instructions, please tell me." The proprietress flirted with Mu Qingqing and quietly pulled her over: "Big sister, we just got this young man, and we haven't..."

The meaning of winking is obvious.

Mu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then she smiled softly and said, "He has a stubborn personality, so I can't force him."

The proprietress looked as if she understood the situation and recommended some shameful things to Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing accepted them one by one with a smile.

The proprietress then left satisfied.

Someone came over to ask the proprietress, and she waved her hand: "It's okay, we're just passing by. Otherwise, how could you understand our rules so well?"

"Don't worry about it, just do what you need to do."

They are going to hold a big banquet soon, and they can't let those outsiders interfere.

There is only one person who knows the inside story.

Mu Qingqing put away the things and turned to face Wuwang. She hurriedly put her hands behind her back, and only when she realized that the other party couldn't see her did she muster up the courage to wave them in front of him.

“Why only one room?”

Wuwang asked, his cold voice tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Mu Qingqing is funny. Is he pretending again now?

"It's not like we haven't slept together before."

When she had problems with her eyes, Wuwang had spent who knows how many days and nights taking care of her, but now he has begun to avoid suspicion.

This sentence stopped Wuwang in his tracks. He stood there in a daze, not knowing whether to sit still or not.

Mu Qingqing sat down slowly and drank tea: "Your Majesty, you must think carefully. Those women outside are like wolves and tigers. Once you go out, you can't guarantee what will happen."

Wuwang was silent.

She walked over and grabbed Wuwang's wrist, and said in a low voice: "What are you thinking about, Immortal Venerable? Do you regret it?"

Wuwang pursed his lips, not knowing why Mu Qingqing suddenly went crazy.

He didn't do anything?

Mu Qingqing didn't care. She only knew that Wuwang didn't even give her a smile the whole day, and he was obviously dissatisfied with her.

Her face turned cold, and she pinched the man's smooth chin: "I warned you that you gave me your eyes, and I am very grateful to you. But since you gave me your eyes, your heart should also be mine."

Wuwang was forced to look up at him. The blindfolded man had a few strands of black hair stuck to his face, and he looked a little more embarrassed and fragile at the moment.

Seeing this, Mu Qingqing's heart tightened and her heart was beating fast.

Qing Qian's eyes were filled with stickiness, which was unbelievably beautiful. "I advise you not to think about Senior Sister Shang Ling anymore, otherwise, you know what I'm going to do."

Wuwang Blindness: "Aqing is kind by nature and will never do anything evil."

Mu Qingqing sneered, her fingertips crushing Wuwang's lips.

"Blind eyes and blind heart, only this mouth is very suitable for me."

Mu Qingqing suddenly leaned over and her breath hit Wuwang's nose. He subconsciously turned his head away.

A gentle kiss fell on Wuwang's cheek, and the coldness in Mu Qingqing's eyes became even more intense: "Dare to hide?"

Wuwang's heartbeat quickened, and the tip of his ear was stained with a light red.

Too fast, it’s developing too fast.

Leave him at a loss.

Mu Qingqing coldly pushed him away, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands carefully, then threw the used handkerchief on Wuwang's face.

Wuwang was shocked and felt that Mu Qingqing was too moody now.

"pick it up."

Wuwang: “I can’t see it.”

The handkerchief fell to the ground and Wuwang clenched his fingers, not knowing where to start.

"Let me help you."

Mu Qingqing pushed Wuwang to the ground and held his hand to pick up the handkerchief.

Wuwang was innocent and just raised his hand to take the thing.

One foot is on the kerchief.

Mu Qingqing smiled viciously.

"The Immortal Venerable is really in a mess."

"Don't worry, if you don't live well, your little disciple Shang Ling won't live well either."

Wuwang frowned, "What happened to her?"

"You care about her?"

"No."

Mu Qingqing: "You say one thing and mean another."

Seeing how much Wuwang loved Shang Ling, she suddenly became interested: "She was locked up by me. It's so dark and damp, and there are often bugs."

"Sister Shang Ling is such a delicate person, how can she bear it? Why don't you ask the Immortal Venerable to plead for her? If you plead, I will let her go."

Mu Qingqing looked at Wuwang with a smile and stroked his hair gently. They didn't look like enemies but rather a loving couple.

Wuwang's heart was beating fast and his hands were shaking. He didn't know if it was because of the humiliation and anger, or something else.

The room was silent for a moment, and a cold voice with a trembling voice was particularly pleasant to the ear.

"Please."

Mu Qingqing glared at him, dissatisfied: "Is this your attitude when asking for help? The Immortal Venerable is really used to being high and mighty, and doesn't understand the ways of the world."

"Get down on your knees."

Wuwang looked humiliated and seemed worried.

Mu Qingqing was an impatient person, and continued to threaten softly: "There are as many as 108 kinds of punishments in that dungeon. I wonder what will happen if all the immortal cultivators go through them all?"

Without any compromise, his knees went weak and he knelt on the ground.

Mu Qingqing was both happy and unhappy.

What made me happy was that I humiliated him, but what made me unhappy was that he was willing to go to such lengths for Shang Ling.

It's so jealous.

"Keep your head up."

Wuwang raised his head, and despite his awkward posture, his elegance and grace could not be concealed.

"What a pitiful and miserable Immortal Venerable."

She took out the things the landlady had given her, poured them on the floor, and filled the cup with water.

He put it to Wuwang's lips and said, "Drink it, and I will release Shang Ling."

Wuwang was silent. Ah Qing actually...

"What is this?"

Mu Qingqing looked at a cup of tea and said, "This is something that makes you lose control of yourself."

Don't drink without hesitation.

The white fingers pinched Wuwang's cheeks and forced him to drink it even though he didn't want to drink it. The tea flowed down the corners of his red lips, choking him and making him cough.

After Qing Wuwang finished drinking the tea, she wiped the corners of his mouth carefully, leaned over to his ear, and whispered softly: "Take a good rest. This thing will take effect slowly after drinking it for three days."

He pulled Mu Qingqing's clothes with a dejected look and said, "Stay away from this kind of monster."

"Xianzun, please take care of yourself."

As she finished speaking, Wuwang felt that he had become a little different. His head began to wander and his breathing became unstable.

Logically speaking, with his level of cultivation, ordinary poisons would have no effect on him.

But this not only caused him physical and mental discomfort, but also his spirit was about to be controlled.

What a domineering effect.

"Is there an antidote?"

"I am the antidote."

Mu Qingqing blinked and kept hinting.

Immortal Wuwang looked as if he had really been poisoned, which was really funny.