When Wu Zhe was storytelling in the restaurant before, the young master who stood by the window and watched was the young master of Magic Sound Valley.
The surname of the owner of the Magic Sound Valley is Yin, which is the same as the word [音], and is also related to the name of the Magic Sound Valley.
This Young Master Yin is naturally called Young Master Yin, Young Master Yin.
Mr. Yin is only twenty years old, and his publicized profound energy has reached seven stars. Although he is not outstanding compared to the disciples of Xuan Xing in the Zhanjian Sect, he is already a rare talent in the Jianghu.
The two warriors who served beside him were six-star profound energy masters.
The status of Magic Sound Valley in Jianghu is not as good as that of Sword Fighting Sect and Tianyao Palace, but it is also a first-class sect.
Especially the sneak attack technique of attacking with sound is even more difficult to guard against. At the same level of profound energy, if they are attacked by the Magic Sound Valley, there is a high probability that they will lose and suffer accidents.
This Mr. Yin is even more unfathomable, and he was responsible for several large-scale cases in Moyin Valley.
Although he practiced boy kung fu for a certain magic sound kung fu, there are no less than dozens of women who have been harmed by him.
A few days ago, when he was on a cruise on the river, he happened to see a building boat with a Qingling header passing by.
A group of young girls are playing on the deck.
One of the girls has a very good complexion, which is white and translucent under the sun, making it extremely eye-catching.
It's rare to see a girl with such a fair complexion. On a whim, he took out the jade flute and played a piece of music lightly when the building boat and the cruise ship passed by.
The mysterious flute sound infused with the magic sound valley's secret technique had a very specific hinting effect on the girl.
After a while, the girl jumped into the river by herself.
Mr. Yin was a little annoyed, and he didn't know why the guiding song for the girl failed.
If the lead song of Magic Sound Valley is played well, it should make the other party come to the voice caster as if voluntarily.
Falling into the water like jumping into the river, wanting to come directly like a walking dead, without any wisdom, it is a failure.
If it is perfect, it should be the woman beckoning to herself, and then looking for opportunities full of wisdom to come over.
Of course, this little regret was over, and he didn't take it too seriously. He didn't bother to pay attention to the girl who fell into the river.
Seeing a girl who looked exactly like her again this night, and she spoke a fascinating book, his mind was moved again.
It's just that it's not the same as the woman he played with before. He wants to get in touch with her more.
The more skillful a woman can get, the happier she will be when she plays.
At this moment, seeing Wu Zhe and more than 20 people living in by coincidence, Mr. Yin couldn't help laughing at his two attendants in the room: "It seems that there is no need to arrange, she will come to the door by herself."
"The young master wants to get close to her right here?" The warrior Mou Yin boldly asked, he had been in the Magic Sound Valley for a long time, but he didn't follow Mr. Yin for long.
As soon as he said those words, he regretted them in his heart.
Hearing his question, the corner of another martial artist's eyes twitched secretly.
Mr. Yin was sitting at the table, holding a seven-inch-long iron rod in one hand, holding the candle flame: "Do you know why I called you Mouyin?"
"... The subordinates don't know."
"Let me ask you, how do cows bark?"
"..." The warrior Mou Yin frowned and thought for a moment, then knelt down with a puff, sweating profusely all over his body: "Young master has a lot of people, this subordinate knows his mistake!"
He knew that he had violated the son's taboo, so he was talking too much!
The cry of a cow is called "Moo", and without a mouth it is "Mou".
I was called Mou Yin by the young master, so I was naturally warning myself: Don't talk too much when you follow me!
Martial artist Mou Yin is a master of six-star profound energy, but he didn't dare to be arrogant in front of Mr. Yin. Even seeing him angry, it can be said that he kept silent.
Mr. Yin roasted the iron rod for carrying the lamp on the candle, looked at Mou Yin, with a half smile on his face, and he didn't speak.
"Your subordinate is bold enough to use the iron braze in the hands of the young master." Mou Yin begged with a slightly trembling voice.
"Since you opened your mouth... take this." The young master casually threw out the iron chisel.
Strangely, the iron rod did not draw a parabola, but slowly drifted towards the warrior Mouyin as if something was being held up.
Martial artist Mou Yin connected the iron braze in his hand, held it upside down with both hands, and turned the sharp end towards himself.
His arms were trembling slightly.
"Mu Yin, um, good name." The young master seemed to be talking to himself.
"Thank you a lot, Young Master." Mu Yin understood the meaning of the words, turned his heart, and suddenly inserted the hot iron rod into the vocal cords of his throat.
As a martial artist, he is very familiar with the acupuncture points and muscles of his body. This time the blood burst out, but the location was extremely accurate.
The wound was quickly solidified temporarily by the temperature of the brazing iron.
Mou Yin gritted his teeth and said nothing, he violently stirred the iron rod at the vocal cords in his throat, and then pulled it out convulsively.
The martial artist next to him watched with twitching eyes, and didn't dare to say a word.
Seeing his determination, Mr. Yin's face changed from a smile that was not a smile just now to a smile. He opened a book with satisfaction and read: "The ancients said that the sky is high and the ground is low, and the clouds rise and rain falls. Therefore, Those who are humble, dare not rush up; those who are high, never bully others. This is the destiny of heaven and earth, and there is nothing wrong with it... "
After saying this, he closed the book, and asked Mu Yin, a warrior who was trembling from the wound in his throat, in a very friendly and cordial manner: "Do you think this sentence is correct?"
"Karma—" the warrior Mou Yin opened his mouth, as if trying to make a sound. But the traumatized part of the vocal cords in the throat was bleeding out because of his vocal movement, but he couldn't make any sound.
"Very good, very good." Mr. Yin nodded his head in satisfaction: "You understand, you understand. I think the people around me should not be stupid, otherwise I will be out of breath. If the slave makes the master breathe Don’t worry, is there justice in this world?”
Wu Zhe and Mouyin nodded with straight eyes, then hurriedly shook his head.
"Okay, let's go down." Mr. Yin waved his hand.
The two warriors bowed their hands respectfully and walked backwards out of the room, among them Mou Yin's throat was still dripping a little blood.
Mr. Yin stretched out his hand to grab a blow, and the seven-inch iron rod on the ground flew up and fell into his hand.
He fiddled with the candle on the seat again with the iron brazing tip still stained with blood, and a scorching smell began to radiate from the scorched place.
"It smells so good..." Mr. Yin narrowed his eyes and looked at the blackened iron rod in the flames, as if intoxicated by this feeling.
The flickering candlelight cast his figure on the ground, shaking it into blackness.
A group of people occupied many rooms on the first and second floors of the inn.
Some guests found it noisy when they moved in, and even came out to scold a few words.
Of course, I was scared back by the steel knives on everyone's waist.
For ordinary travelers, these Jianghu people belong to the category of Jiangyang robbers.
The young master who lived in the same room on the second floor, the young man who was watching from the window, did not come out. His subordinates also seem to have kept silent about such a noisy disturbance.
After more than half an hour, the voices of the people gradually faded, and the twenty or so people finally took a rest.
Wu Zhe and Mu Qingya, who confirmed that the old man's side was all right, went back to the room.
After lighting the candle, Wu Zhe asked sincerely, "Qingya, do you want to wipe your body? Shall I rub your back for you?"
Mu Qingya shook her head and said in sign language: "There are a lot of men living around, so I don't want to wipe myself."
"That's so dirty." Wu Zhe regretted it.
"Shall I wipe it for you?" Mu Qingya enthusiastically asked Wu Zhe in sign language.
Wu Zhe naturally refused.
The two took off their coats and lay on the bed.
The reason why they are separate is because it is very regrettable: this upper room actually has two beds.
So Wu Zhe reluctantly slept with the beauty separately.
Mu Qingya was a little tired, and did not chat with Wu Zhe Bing Deng Ye.
Wu Zhe turned back and forth on the bed, and after a long time, he suddenly said:
"Uh, I'm afraid of the dark..."
She was deliberately looking for something to say, and wanted to sleep with Mu Qingya.
The wonderful feeling of sleeping together last time is still lingering around her fingertips. Although she can't do more things, the touch of the beauty's breasts is really unforgettable for her.
Mu Qingya was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep, she felt a little strange after hearing this. Ruoyao didn't extinguish the candle just now, but she was afraid of the dark? what the hell is this
Mu Qingya poked her head out from the curtain and took a look at Wu Zhe. Seeing nothing unusual, he returned to the bed curtain and continued to sleep.
I'm so stupid! Why didn't they pick a room with only one bed? Wu Zhe continued to complain over and over again about his thin skin. Or just pull Mu Qingya to sleep in the same bed from the beginning, how can it be like being separated and not being able to meet beautiful women
At this time, there was a faint sound of a flute outside the window.