My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

Shampoo?

Jiang He hesitated when he wanted to refuse. It was just washing hair, so it shouldn’t be a big deal, right?

However, appropriate "parent-child contact" is still necessary.

How could the Jin'er of the past talk so much as she does today?

Jiang He quietly found an excuse for the guilt in his heart. He held the girl's shoulders and turned her around.

A pair of wet black curly hair was spread over the girl's fair back, emitting a faint floral scent, which was the fragrance of the spiritual flowers in the bathtub.

"Okay, Jin'er, turn around."

Jiang He ran his five fingers through Jin'er's long hair. Jin'er's hair was smooth. The difference between her and Yuan Xia Minxin was that Jin'er's long black hair was slightly curled, making the little girl look as delicate and cute as a doll.

He applied some spiritual dew and rubbed the girl's long hair slowly. Soon, the beautiful curly hair was filled with white foam, just like...

Jiang He closed his eyes to calm his mind.

He bit the tip of his tongue, using the pain to wake himself up for a while before continuing to wash Jin'er's hair.

Not long after, in the water of Jiang He, Jin'er's long hair was quickly washed to become black, shiny and smooth.

Su Su, why haven't you come yet?

"Back rub——"

As soon as Jiang He finished washing, the black-haired girl spoke calmly again.

This……

Jiang He's gaze fell on her pale back with her long, wet hair, and his eyes became fierce.

It's just a back rub, no big deal.

He stretched out his big hand and placed it tremblingly on the girl's back, as if it was falling on the finest warm jade. The excellent feel made him reluctant to let go.

"Dudu——"

As if she was passing judgment step by step, the girl, with her back to Jiang He, continued to state her story without any emotion.

It's behind my back anyway, so what's the harm in rubbing my belly?

While his mind was still thinking, his hand had already landed on the girl's soft belly.

Where should we go next?

Jiang He's throat was dry, and he seemed to have heard the girl's next words. What's more, before Jin'er opened her mouth, his big hand had already started to move up.

"boom!"

There was a heavy knock on the door. However, this seemingly ordinary knock sounded like a huge bell exploding in Jiang He's mind.

Jiang He withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and asked calmly, "Who?"

"it's me……"

Feng Susu muttered in a low voice embarrassedly, baring her teeth, holding the little hand and breathing hard.

The girl was so anxious that she accidentally hurt her hand!

"Hey, Jiang He, you're not really going to give Jin Er a bath, are you?"

"Didn't you ask me to wash her?"

Jiang He asked back angrily, if this girl hadn't been so obsessed with Jin'er that she had lost her mind, how could he have fallen to this point?

"me……"

Feng Susu was speechless for a moment. She had just been overwhelmed by Jin'er's prayers. It was not until she was teaching her sister to practice the Phoenix inheritance and practicing the skills that her mind came to its senses.

Oh my God, Jin'er only looks young, but she is an adult!

How can a grown man like Jiang He be allowed to bathe Jin Er?

Even between an ordinary father and daughter, there is a saying that a girl should avoid her father when she grows up, let alone a master and his disciple!

"Oh, it's my fault just now...Don't wash Jin'er anymore, come out quickly, I'll give her a bath."

Feng Susu said in a low voice embarrassedly, and as she spoke, she couldn't wait to push open the door.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw the man sitting in the bathtub with his back to her, and it seemed that he was just washing Jiner's hair.

Seeing this, Feng Susu inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s not that she doubted Jiang He, but the scene that suddenly came to her mind was so shocking that she couldn’t help but feel a little nervous at this moment.

"Su Su, come here..." the man suddenly called her.

"Ok?"

Feng Susu closed the door tightly and just walked to Jiang He's side, but was caught off guard and pressed down on a chair by the man. Before she could look at the man, another big hand pressed down on her head and turned her to face Jin'er.

"???What's wrong?"

This was purely Jiang He's helpless move. If he stood up in front of this girl, she would see his embarrassment clearly, so he had no choice but to control her:

"Nothing, just sit down and let Jin'er take a bath. By the way, is your sister still next door?"

Why are you asking my sister?

Could it be that he wanted to take advantage of my absence and have sex with his sister...

Feng Susu curled her lips and said unhappily:

"My sister said she's worried and wants to go out and check. If you want to find my sister, I'm afraid you won't be able to find her. My father is very smart."

To the blonde girl's surprise, the man behind her suddenly breathed a sigh of relief:

"Okay, I want to go to the wall to rest for a while. It's better if she's not here, so she won't disturb me."

"Rest? What's wrong with you?"

After hearing this, the blonde girl wanted to turn her head worriedly, but the hand on her head was still clasped there, preventing her from turning her head:

"I was exhausted from piloting the spirit boat before, and there was a loud thunder last night, so I didn't get a good rest. If you have nothing to do later, don't disturb me."

"Oh - then you should go and have a rest."

Although Feng Susu was wondering why Jiang He didn't let her turn around, she thought it was probably because he looked unhappy and was afraid that she would worry.

Thinking of this, the girl felt inexplicably sweet in her heart. Jiang He has always cared about his father Qi Ni's thoughts.

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"Huh? Why is there a cloth bag here?"

Jiang He thought he was dazzled, when suddenly a small cloth bag appeared on the clean ground, lying straight on the ground.

Strange, didn’t he see the cloth bag here before?

This floor was reserved by him, so it stands to reason that no one else would pass by.

It seems that it is most likely Susu or Fengyi's.

Jiang He bent down to pick up the cloth bag, and inadvertently, a few drops of blood from his nose dripped onto the ground.

"Jiang He, Jiang He, why are you so unfocused!"

Jiang He pinched his nose angrily, holding the cloth bag and cloth in his right hand, turned around and went back to another room, only then did he feel relieved.

Wait, why is there a piece of cloth in your hand?

Jiang He looked at the piece of cloth hesitantly. It was small, white, and soaked through with water. This was exactly Jin'er's clothing!

When did he bring it back?

Jiang He's breathing suddenly became heavier, and his fingers rubbed unnaturally on his bed. He looked around with a guilty conscience and reached out to pull down the curtain.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, giving people a strange sense of security.

"Jin'er... I'm sorry..."

And inside the cloth bag, Qiao Qiao, who was exhausted and unconscious, woke up slowly.

hateful!

In her true spirit form, her size, spiritual power, and physical strength were all pitifully weak. She hid in a cloth bag and went through untold hardships to get to the inn where the Qingyang Immortal Sect practitioners were staying. But, just a few steps away, she was so tired that she passed out!

"This is where?"

Qiao Qiao was secretly nervous. The cloth bag was not very light-transmissive to begin with, and now it seemed to be in a dim environment, causing it to be pitch black inside the bag. However, she could hear a man's heavy breathing nearby.

What a strange breathing sound.

Qiao Qiao quietly circulated the last bit of her spiritual power, carefully feeling the breath, and suddenly, her eyes lit up.

The man next to me has a strong smell of freedom!

Could it be Brother Chen?

"Senior Brother Chen!"

"Jin'er!"

As the little man jumped out of the cloth bag with joy, he heard a familiar growl.

"what???"

Staring at the man who made her feel physically nauseous, Qiao Qiao's joyful smile froze, and the man looked at her in astonishment, and then attacked her directly!

"Pfft!"

The poisonous spiritual water technique is launched!

Tick, tick.

Qiao Qiao was stunned and was immediately soaked by the poison water technique. The strong stench filled his whole body.

"vomit!"

A severe feeling of nausea rolled up from her stomach. Qiao Qiao held her bent waist and kept dry-heaving.

What made her most desperate was that not only could she not vomit it out, but under Jiang Yuanxia's transformation, she actually... developed a physiological desire for the poisonous water.

Everyone in Jiang He was dumbfounded. How could a person suddenly appear?

At this time...

But when he saw the appearance of this little man, his eyes widened in shock:

"Is it you? Why are you here?"

"vomit--"

The little girl seemed not to have heard what he said. Her eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her pretty face. She drooled in ecstasy and flapped her clothes with all her might.

Chapter 343: Airplane Qiao Qiao, Infernal Hell

Very small.

It was as small as a doll, about the same size as Jiang He's arm.

Qiao Qiao at this moment was completely different from when she just transformed into a true spirit form.

For example, in her true spirit form, she looks like an exquisite and perfect figurine, but a figurine is still a figurine after all. No matter how realistic it is, there is still a big gap between it and a living person.

But now Qiao Qiao is almost a shrunken girl. Jiang He can feel her subtle breathing, see the tears on her face that are not much different from those of ordinary people, and smell the faint fragrance of milk...? ?

Why does Qiao Qiao's body fragrance smell like milk, just like Jin Er'er's?

Jiang He sniffed subconsciously, and in addition to his own scent, he did smell the scent of milk from Qiao Qiao.

Unlike Jin'er, Jin'er has a soft and light fragrance, while this little guy has a rich and strong fragrance.

"How could you do such a dirty thing in broad daylight!"

The pretty little girl cried and slapped the dirt off her body, the anger in her eyes was even more intense than when she was humiliated by Jiang He and his disciples.

Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

Even under Jiang Yuanxia's torture, she could grit her teeth and not beg for mercy.

But the humiliation she suffered now was intolerable to a descendant of the immortals with the most honorable bloodline in the world!

The little girl was crying, but Jiang He's focus was not on her, but on the cafeteria.

I saw that the already thin fabric in the cafeteria suddenly became stained with water color from the inside out.