Leisurely mountain village

This cultivation session lasted about seven or eight days, and his cultivation level was successfully upgraded. However, he still couldn't fly for very long on his sword. He also discovered the main problem: he didn't have a suitable magic weapon, which made things difficult for him.

Currently, he can only rely on the spiritual energy within his body to sustain his flight, and he runs out of strength after about ten minutes.

He did learn the sword-flying ambush technique quite well. He felt that if he replaced the throwing knife with a steel needle less than ten centimeters long, he could execute it more perfectly and smoothly.

He had already pierced several holes in a slightly larger tree in the space with his sword, demonstrating its considerable power.

Ye Huan planned to buy iron nails and forge them according to his own ideas, which would definitely be better than throwing knives.

I took a short nap, went down the mountain at nine o'clock, had breakfast, drove straight to town, first went to a hardware store to buy two pounds of round iron nails, and then hammered them flat when I got home.

Then he took the car to Gao Xiaoqiang's car wash to get it washed. He hadn't really washed the car much since he bought it.

"Wang Ye, wash the car." He parked the car and called out when he saw Wang Ye come out.

"Okay, bro." Xiao Wang seemed to be in good spirits now.

Then Uncle Bao also came out. Wang Ye is now considered his apprentice, and he is quite serious and responsible.

"Uncle Bao, where's Xiao Qiang?" Ye Huan asked when he saw that no one was in the house. The two young men were playing games inside, and Ye Huan was washing the car. Neither of them looked up.

Ye Huan shook his head. Xiao Qiang spoiled his family too much. Who would hire a kid like that when he came out to work?

But it wasn't his business, so he kept quiet.

"I heard that Officer Xu called him, apparently Xiao Ye's ID card is ready and he's being asked to pick it up," Uncle Bao said.

"Okay, fine." Ye Huan pulled out a chair and sat down outside to browse Douyin.

"Hmm? I think I've seen this item being auctioned before." Ye Huan found an antique auction page, and there was a jar-like object in the middle that he thought he had.

However, it's not appropriate to compare it now, and he's not in a hurry. When he saw that the jar was auctioned for more than 200 million, Ye Huan gasped. How could it be so expensive?

Are antiques really that valuable? Ye Huan knew absolutely nothing about this field, which was like a mountain away from his knowledge, so he had no idea that these things were so valuable.

After the car was washed, Ye Huan put down her phone. "Are you alright here?"

Wang Ye nodded, "Brother Qiang is very good to me, and Uncle Bao doesn't make me do any heavy work. He's very good."

Ye Huan nodded, then looked at the two people in the room, "No one bullied you, right?"

Wang was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at the two men. "No, brother, I'm fine." Uncle Bao, hearing their conversation, also glanced into the room but remained silent.

Ye Huan smiled, understanding. The two who might hit him might not dare, but they would definitely do something small. However, he didn't need to say anything. After all, it was Xiao Qiang's shop, and he wouldn't interfere. As long as no one lay a hand on him, he wouldn't care.

“Brother, Uncle Bao said he wants me to be his godson because he says he has no one left in his family,” Wang Ye said.

"Oh?" Ye Huan glanced at Uncle Bao, who was tidying up. "So what are your own thoughts?"

"I don't care. Uncle Bao has been very nice to me these past two days. He even let me sleep in his lower bunk."

"I don't care about this. You can see for yourself. You'll get your ID card soon. You're an adult now, and you need to make your own decisions about many things," Ye Huan said with a smile, patting his head.

"Okay, I understand, brother. Thank you for saving me," Wang Ye said earnestly.

Ye Huan smiled, and seeing that Gao Xiaoqiang hadn't returned yet, he didn't wait any longer, got up and got into the car, "Uncle Bao, I'm leaving."

"Hey, slow down." Uncle Bao and Wang Ye waved to him and said.

Ye Huan drove out of the courtyard, and when he passed the foot massage parlor from that day, he suddenly stopped. He thought to himself, "Oh well, I'm already here," so he found a parking space, parked his car, and went into the shop.

It was still that heavily made-up beauty. Ye Huan asked directly, "Is Sister Qian here?"

"I'm here, upstairs, Sister Qian, she's looking for you." "Okay, come on up."

After Ye Huan went upstairs, he saw the young woman from last time waiting for him. "It's you. Come in and have a seat."

Ye Huan followed the same routine: foot washing, pedicure, and massage. Since they were already familiar with each other, Qian Jie's movements were much more aggressive this time, and she no longer cautiously probed.

They would touch each other every now and then, making Ye Huan nervous.

"Was there a spot check after I left last time?" he asked.

When Qianjie heard him ask, she nodded: "I guess it was someone who reported it. Business has been tough lately, so they like to cause trouble. Nobody will have an easy time from now on."

Ye Huan nodded. No wonder; this rather secluded alleyway, over two hundred meters deep, had four or five foot massage parlors. It would be strange if the pressure wasn't immense. (Address attached, click to expand)

Because there's a river right across from us, and then a dead end at the very end, there are quite a few foot massage parlors here. The one Ye Huan came to is at a three-way intersection.

If he had gone straight for a few hundred meters, he would have been out of town. Now, turning right, the third shop is this Beibei Foot Massage Shop. He had never been inside, so he didn't know anything about it. He only knew that there were several shops inside when he chatted with Sister Qian last time.

In summer, people don't wear much, so when Sister Qian bent down to massage Ye Huan's feet, her legs were spread apart. Ye Huan didn't know where to look. Should she look at Sister Qian? A patch of snow-white on top and a patch of pitch black below. Ye Huan could only look up at the ceiling.

After washing her feet, when Ye Huan rested her head on Sister Qian's lap again, she felt that amazing heat once more.

Sister Qian massaged his head, and Ye Huan felt a sense of relief; it was indeed quite comfortable.

The fingers were being pulled out with a cracking sound, and when they massaged his legs, their hands would occasionally touch him, making Ye Huan extremely uncomfortable.

When Sister Qian massaged his thighs, her movements were a little too vigorous. Ye Huan was startled and quickly told her to stop. He just wanted to enjoy the massage, so the young woman Sister Qian reduced the intensity of her movements.

However, Ye Huan was also in great discomfort. He was neither a saint nor an ascetic, so he took several deep breaths before he felt a little better. When the massage ended, Sister Qian asked if he wanted to extend the session, but Ye Huan shook his head and refused. If he wanted to extend the session, he would have to lose his virginity.

158. Ye Huan greeted Sister Qian, paid the fare, got into the car, and drove off. He found a noodle shop on the street, got off to eat something, and then went home.

The heavily made-up woman looked at Ye Huan's retreating figure and asked, "Still not willing to extend the time?"

The young woman, Sister Qian, nodded. "Yes, from now on, I'll give him proper massages."

"Tsk tsk, what a pity, he's quite handsome." The heavily made-up woman said. "You watch the shop, I have to go out." After saying that, she picked up a small bag and left.

Sister Qian looked at her and shook her head: "Pretty boy, how many of them can you really trust? Sigh."

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