In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

On a late spring afternoon, the south city market was bustling with people.

A night butterfly in white was waving a folding fan and strolling around carelessly.

Ever since he successfully killed the leader of the Shenwu Guard, Lin Batian, last night, he was in a good mood and came out today specifically to look for new prey.

Suddenly, a fragrant breeze blew by.

The night butterfly's nose twitched slightly, and it followed the scent and saw a woman in a lavender dress choosing rouge at a stall not far away.

The woman had a graceful back, a willow-like waist, and plump and perky buttocks, outlining an alluring curve under her thin spring clothes.

There was a gleam of light in Night Butterfly's eyes, and he snapped the folding fan in his hand shut and walked forward.

"Madam, are you choosing rouge?"

His voice was as gentle as jade, and there was a perfect smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I know a thing or two about rouge and powder. How about recommending some to my lady?"

The woman turned around upon hearing this, revealing a delicate and picturesque face.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with skin as white as snow and almond-shaped eyes full of spring, yet she also had the charm of a mature woman.

She frowned slightly, and before she could speak, the green-clad maid beside her had already taken the lead and stood in front of her.

"How dare you, a pervert, be so rude to my wife!"

The maid Xiaolu opened her eyes wide, like a little animal protecting its master.

Ye Hudie did not take it as an offense, but smiled even more deeply.

He stared at the lady with burning eyes and found that although she was dressed like a woman, she still retained the lively spirit of a young girl between her eyebrows.

What's even more amazing is that the towering curves of her chest stretched the collar of her clothes tightly, rising and falling slightly with her breathing, which made people's blood boil.

"Little Green, don't be rude."

The woman scolded softly, the sound like the sound of a spring hitting rocks, pleasant to the ears.

She nodded slightly to Ye Hudie, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. I will choose for myself."

After saying that, she turned around and left with her maid, her back swaying gracefully.

Night Butterfly narrowed her eyes and noticed the rhythm of her waist and hips swaying as she walked, like a silent dance of seduction.

His Adam's apple rolled and a fire ignited in his heart - how could he miss such a top-notch product?

The night butterfly followed the master and servant silently.

The lady walked lightly, stopping in front of the stall from time to time, picking up the pearl hairpins and cloth with her slender fingers to examine them carefully.

The sunlight shone through the shade of the trees onto her body, outlining her graceful figure.

"Madam, that man's look just now was really annoying."

Little Green whispered in his master's ear, but he didn't know that the Night Butterfly heard every word.

Liu Yizi—Night Butterfly now knew her name—chuckled and said, "He's just a commoner. Why bother with him?"

"But ma'am, the way you looked at him... was like a hungry wolf seeing meat."

Xiaolu muttered, "Master said that things in the city have been uneasy lately and asked us to go back early."

Liu Yizi patted the maid's hand: "What are you afraid of? Have you forgotten my ability?"

Night Butterfly raised an eyebrow when he heard this.

Could this beauty also know martial arts?

Judging from her light steps, she really does look like a martial artist.

But even so, in front of him, a sixth-level martial artist, he was just a lamb to be slaughtered.

The master and servant walked through several streets and alleys and finally stopped in front of a rather grand house.

The two characters "Fu Mansion" are written in bold strokes on the lintel, with guards in tight-fitting clothes standing on both sides.

Ye Hudie's pupils shrank - this was actually the residence of Fu Heng, the commander of the Divine Martial Guard!

That useless commander with the lowest cultivation and the least experience in the Divine Martial Guard actually has such a heavenly wife?

He licked his lips, a cruel smile flashing in his eyes.

I just killed a commander of the Divine Guards last night, and now I’m going to play with the commander’s wife tonight. Isn’t that great?

As the sun set, Fu Heng stood in front of the Shenwuwei Yamen, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Lin Batian's death shocked the entire Shenwu Guard, and the task of hunting down the flower thief unsurprisingly fell on him, the weakest commander.

"Sir, it's time to go on patrol." The deputy reminded cautiously.

Fu Heng sighed and adjusted his sword.

The ninth-level warrior's cultivation is indeed not good enough among the leaders of the Divine Martial Guard.

If he really met the flower thief who could kill Lin Batian, he would be in great danger.

The night was as dark as ink, and Fu Heng was patrolling the south of the city with a team of guards.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew past, and he turned around suddenly, only to find that all the guards behind him had fallen to the ground at some point.

"Who?!" Fu Heng drew his sword, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Commander Fu, I have long heard of your great name."

A feminine voice came from above.

Fu Heng looked up and saw a white figure floating down from the eaves like a giant bird, landing lightly three feet in front of him.

The man was wearing a half butterfly mask, and the half of his face that was exposed was so handsome that it was almost weird.

"Night...Night Butterfly!"

Fu Heng's legs went weak and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Night Butterfly chuckled, "Commander Fu has good eyesight." He walked forward slowly, each step making Fu Heng's heart beat faster. "I heard... your wife is very beautiful?"

Fu Heng's eyes rolled, and he suddenly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, my wife is very beautiful. If you are interested, I will introduce you to her!"

He swallowed and added, "But I have two daughters, both prettier than my wife. They are both married to Li Zimo from South Lane. Would you like to go see my daughters first? My wife is a bit older after all..."

He thought to himself: My two daughters and son-in-law are both martial arts masters, and this flower thief will die if he goes there!

Ye Hudie sneered and grabbed Fu Heng's neck:

"I'm only interested in your wife."

He leaned close to Fu Heng's ear and whispered, "Today, I just want to play with your wife."

Fu Heng's forehead was covered with sweat: "Well... well..."

"Why, you can't bear to let go?" Ye Hudie increased the strength of her hands.

"I'm willing to give it up!" Fu Heng waved his hands hurriedly.

"Don't worry about you laughing at me, I injured a vital part in my early years and haven't had sex with my wife for over ten years. What's there to be reluctant about?"

"Oh?" Ye Hudie was surprised. She pinched Fu Heng's wrist to check his pulse and found that his kidney pulse was weak and his Yang Qi was insufficient.

This is an unexpected surprise - doesn't that mean Liu Yizi has been a widow for more than ten years?

Thinking of this, a heat surged in Ye Hudie's body.

Such a beauty is still an untapped treasure...

"Lead the way." He let go of Fu Heng and ordered coldly.

Fu Heng rolled his eyes and deliberately took a step in the wrong direction.

A cold light flashed in Ye Hudie's eyes, and she slapped him in the face with her backhand.

"Snapped!"

Fu Heng was beaten so hard that he saw stars and half of his face immediately became swollen.

He complained bitterly in his heart, but he had to walk towards his home obediently.

Every step he took was like walking on the edge of a knife. He was worried about the safety of his wife at home, and was also afraid that the devil behind him would take his life at any time.

As the night deepened, the gate of the Fu Mansion looked particularly eerie and cold in the moonlight.

As soon as Fu Heng's fingers touched the side door, his palms felt clammy and cold.

The wooden door creaked, sounding particularly harsh in the quiet courtyard.

He trembled all over and prayed desperately in his heart that his wife had already gone to their daughter's home.

"Xiaolu, go to the kitchen and see if the master's ginseng soup is ready."

Liu Yizi's cold voice penetrated the carved window lattices of the wing room, startling Fu Heng so much that he almost collapsed.

Under the moonlight, his face was as pale as paper - this foolish woman was still waiting at home for the bowl of ginseng soup that she would never be able to drink!