The Divine Doctor Son of the Female Master

The voice was full of lazy magnetism, but the smile that unconsciously curled up the corners of the lips and the cold gaze that swept over made people's scalps tingle.

Everyone came to their senses, their faces turned pale, and they stumbled out of the room in panic. Only after they ran out of the room did they exhale cautiously and touch their chests, thinking: What a creepy smile and terrible eyes!

It's just mind-numbing.

Yan Yu frowned irritably, "A bunch of vulgar women, boring."

After a while, he suddenly thought of something and said with a half-smile, "Well, do you want to go see that beauty?"

Although I thought so, the next second there was no one in this bright red room.

At this time, accompanied by Keshu, Yan Yunqi went out to digest his food. Without waiting for Keshu to find the shopkeeper to pay the room fee for the next few days, he returned to the room alone.

The moment he stood at the door and pushed it open, a strange and very pungent fragrance wafted into the room. Yan Yunqi's expression moved slightly, and he raised his hand and shot a silver needle out.

"Haha...the beauty is so cruel." A teasing laugh from a woman was heard.

There was a woman sitting on a chair in the room, with a silver needle between her fingertips. It was obvious that the person who had just spoken was her.

Yan Yunqi frowned as he looked at the stranger who appeared in the room.

In fact, I have met him once before, but Yan Yunqi had long forgotten about him. Now, I can't help but think of him.

It was her, the woman I met by the Lotus Lake last time.

Then he regained his composure and said softly, "Miss, you have walked into the wrong room. Please leave."

Yan Yu changed her sitting position and said jokingly, "Beauty, is this your way of entertaining guests?"

"What are you talking about?" The tone was even.

Yan Yu's charming peach blossom eyes flickered, "Everyone who comes is a guest, beauty..."

"Oh?" Yan Yunqi interrupted the woman with a soft smile, saying, "I only know that anyone who comes uninvited is a thief."

Yan Yu, who was always eloquent, was choked for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes. Ha! How dare he say that he was a robber.

Yan Yu stood up and slowly approached Yan Yunqi, with a cold look in her eyes, "Not only is she a scratchy little cat, she's also a sharp-tongued little cat."

Yan Yunqi naturally noticed the change in the woman's expression, but was he so easily frightened?

Ignoring her self-righteous bullying, he said, "So, please get out."

"Humph, no one has ever been so presumptuous in front of me. You are the first. I want to see how beautiful you are before I indulge you in such arrogance."

Yan Yu, who has always been self-centered, naturally couldn't stand a little man not taking her seriously.

As he said this, he was about to raise his hand to take off the mask Yan Yunqi was wearing.

However, would Yan Yunqi be the kind of person who would just sit there and wait for death?

The moment Yan Yu raised his hand, he waved it and the top-grade soft muscles flew away.

Seeing this, Yan Yu quickly held his breath, but the next second his body stiffened and he fell to the ground with one hand. He was still careless.

At the same time, a trace of doubt flashed across his pupils. What kind of soft muscle powder is this? Why...

Yan Yunqi naturally saw her confusion, but he didn't like to give casual explanations to others, so he called Mo Yi and prepared to let Mo Yi take the person out so that out of sight, out of mind.

But it only took a few breaths, before Mo Yi entered the door, a man who was supporting himself on the ground with one hand instantly jumped out of the window.

When he left, he left a message: "My beauty, we will meet again."

Yan Yunqi sighed softly. It seems that the top-grade muscle softening powder is not very useful for people with deep internal strength!

Well, we need to strengthen it further.

If others knew what he was thinking, they would be so angry that they would bleed.

You have to know that the more powerful a person's martial arts skills are, the difference between victory and defeat is just a matter of a breath. Sometimes just a second of delay can result in death.

What's more, Yan Yu's martial arts are superb. If it weren't for Ming Shang of the Blood-Sucking Pavilion who temporarily suppressed her, the world of martial arts would have been hers long ago.

However, this incident did not cause any waves, and Yunqi had long forgotten about it.

Three days passed by in a flash.

This means that the Chinese Valentine's Day is here.

The night of the Chinese Valentine's Day is the most lively. At 7:15 on the evening of the twentieth hour, Yan Yunqi brought Keshu with him, both wearing masks, walking on the street.

I saw the young boys bought beautiful river lanterns and walked towards the canal in a long line. When they reached the river, they placed the lit river lanterns on the water and let them float away along the water.

Yan Yunqi seemed to be influenced by the atmosphere and became interested.

He Keshu and he each bought a river lantern. They followed the crowd to the river, put the lantern into the river, and watched it float away.

After releasing the river lanterns, the two continued strolling.

Some men were holding lanterns with various animals painted on them, and a group of children, accompanied by their adults, were clamoring to buy candy figures.

"Guess the riddles, guess the riddles, whoever guesses it right will get a gift." A middle-aged woman shouted loudly.

"Hey, sir, look, that lantern is so beautiful!" Keshu suddenly pointed at a stall not far away and said excitedly to Yan Yunqi.

That stall was the one owned by the lady who was shouting the loudest.

Yan Yunqi looked in the direction of his finger and saw a very beautiful and exquisite lantern on the top.

It was an embroidery with a phoenix spreading its wings inside, and the upper and lower parts were gilded and hollowed out. The middle part was embroidered with the "Three Friends of Winter", the tall and straight pine trees, the noble and proud plum blossoms, and the bamboos that would rather break than bend, all of which were embroidered vividly.

Yan Yunqi was surprised to find that it was the long-lost double-sided embroidery.

It seems that the person who made this lantern put a lot of effort into it!

"Stadium owner, this lantern of yours..." A clever and smart masked boy looked at the lantern curiously and in amazement and asked, "Can I sell it?"

"Hey, young master, I don't charge money for the lanterns here. You just have to guess the riddles and take the one you guess correctly." The stall owner's face was full of smiles. "But the more beautiful the lantern, the more difficult the riddle. Do you want to guess it, young master?"

"Okay! Then I'll try. Where is the riddle?"

"It's under the base of each lantern. Guess which one you want? I'll take it for you. After you read the riddle, write the answer on a piece of paper and hand it to me. If all the answers are correct, I'll give you the lantern. If just one is wrong, I'm sorry, I can't give it to you." The stall owner explained one by one.

"Well, okay..." the masked boy responded happily, but before he could finish, an evil voice came from the side.

"Stall owner, I want that lantern. Give me the riddle." A charming woman in red in the crowd said with a curled lip.

"Huh? Isn't this the owner of Shadow Tower?" A martial artist in the crowd who had seen Yan Yu asked in confusion.

"Why is Shadow Tower Master suddenly interested in lanterns?"

"Hey, don't you know that the owner of Shadow Tower has many handsome men? Maybe he uses them to please beautiful women."

"Oh, that's right." The puzzled woman suddenly realized.

"Miss, I was here first, so I should guess first." The boy said unconvinced.

"Oh," Yan Yu sneered, "Then you go ahead and guess! But are you sure you can guess it right? Don't waste my time, I still need to use it to please the beauty!"

"I..." The boy was a little hesitant, as if he was not very confident in himself, and he stammered.

"Don't argue, you two. I'll show the riddle to you both at the same time, and you write down the answers at the same time. If the answers are both correct in the end, whoever finishes writing the answer first wins. What do you think?" said the stall owner.

"Well, it's not impossible," a charming female voice said.

"Okay, sure." A young boy's voice.

However, the boy suddenly turned around and begged, "Cousin, why don't you help me guess! I'm afraid I can't guess it right."

Only a gentle voice was heard from the crowd, "Okay."