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    The morning sun in early summer always comes out very early. The next morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth, Ling Xiaoruo has not yet woken up from his coma.

    "Squeak¡ª¡ª"

    The door of the woodshed was pushed open, and two attendants took Ling Xiaoruo out expressionlessly, and then headed towards Yunshui Pavilion.

    Now is the time when the head of Cangshan Sect is in retreat. Therefore, all affairs in the sect are managed by senior brother Zi Zhan.  The place where Zi Zhan lived was called Yunshui Pavilion.

    Two attendants carried Ling Xiaoruo to the Yunshui Pavilion hall and threw her on the ground. At this time, only Zimo in the Yunshui Pavilion hall was wearing black clothes and sitting on a chair on the right side of the hall.  , Senior Brother Zi Zhan has not yet appeared.

    Seeing that Ziqing was still awake, Zimo ordered the two attendants: "Pour a basin of water on her."

    "Yes." After receiving the order, the two attendants fetched water and left.

    Not long after, a basin of water came.

    ¡°Wow¡ª¡ª¡± A basin of water poured down from the top of Ling Xiaoruo¡¯s head, like a clear waterfall.

    The water on Cangshan Mountain is a mountain stream, and its source is the snow water on the top of Cangshan Mountain. Therefore, even in early summer, the water is a bit cold and biting.

    As soon as the cold water touched my body, I felt a bone-piercing pain.  Because of the pain, Ling Xiaoruo woke up with a jolt.

    She lay on the ground and reluctantly opened her eyes. Once she opened her eyes, she felt that the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling. She squinted her eyes habitually.  Then he moved casually, and once he moved, he felt a pinprick-like pain in his wrist and chest.

    "Ss¡ª¡ª" Ling Xiaoruo couldn't help but gasped.

    When Zimo saw Ziqing's painful expression, he still looked indifferent.

    In addition to the pain, Ling Xiaoruo felt sticky on her body. She lowered her head and saw that there were water stains all around her. She frowned and asked, "Who poured water on me?"

    "It's me." A cold voice sounded above her head. Ling Xiaoruo followed the sound and found a man in black sitting on the right side of her head. His black hair was tied high and his face was stern.

    Memories of last night instantly exploded in Ling Xiaoruo's mind. She recognized the man who turned into ashes. He was the bitch who hurt her last night.

    Ling Xiaoruo was about to greet his ancestors when he heard a cheerful voice coming from behind her.

    "Hey, the fourth junior brother is here so early in the morning to destroy the flowers with his hands." The voice was rich and round, and it was very nice to hear, but the meaning of the words was sarcastic.

    After the words, there was the sound of a folding fan opening.

    "Second senior brother came quickly." Zimo raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, and said calmly.

    Zifeng shook his folding fan and walked majestically towards the hall. He smiled as he walked and said, "If something like this happens, of course, senior brother should come and care about you. After all, we are all people who have been tortured."  Suddenly, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Ziqing lying on the ground, with almost inaudible contempt in his eyes.

    Ling Xiaoruo was a little confused when she heard the conversation between the two of them. When she turned her head slightly to the side, she saw a man in purple clothes slowly passing by her. Because her sight was too low, she could only  You could see the hem of his robe, which had numerous dark lines. The texture of the clothes looked very good. When he walked by, a fresh scent of incense hit his face and lingered on his nose.

    This man actually smells good!  What a slut!

    This man didn¡¯t help her when he saw her falling to the ground. Obviously, this second senior brother¡¯s slutty guy and the fourth junior brother¡¯s horny guy should be the same.

    Zifeng held his head high and crossed over Zi Qing, who was on the ground, and sat directly on the right side of Zi Mo. The attendant behind him also followed his footsteps and stood directly behind the chair.

    "Fourth Junior Brother was not frightened last night, was he?" After Zifeng sat down, he put away the folding fan and took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his face while saying: "I couldn't sleep peacefully for a long time after I was frightened that day. I see  I¡¯m afraid I won¡¯t be able to have this face anymore.¡±

    He never thought that this Ninth Junior Sister would be so crazy as to peek at Zimo taking a shower. How did this woman's head grow?  How could the master accept such a disciple?

    Zimo lowered his eyes. When he thought of what happened last night, he became so angry that he dropped his hand and dropped it heavily on the coffee table next to the chair. His eyes burned with fire and he said angrily: "She really deserves to die!"

    The sound of beating made Ling Xiaoruo look up, and she said bitterly: "You are the one who deserves to die, okay?"

    She inexplicably traveled to such a place and was tortured by this horny man, and he actually had the nerve to say that she deserved to die?

    Zimo heard Ling XiaoAfter Ruo said that, he raised his hand and wanted to hit Ling Xiaoruo, but Zifeng blocked it with a folding fan. He smiled lightly and said: "Fourth junior brother, you can't kill her. After all, she is also our junior sister.  ah!"

    At that sound, the junior sister gritted her teeth at what he said.

    The words "little junior sister" completely stunned Ling Xiaoruo. What was the handsome man talking about?  Is she their junior sister?  If it was a junior sister, why did she torture her like this?  Could it be that they are cosplaying?

    Ling Xiaoruo shifted his gaze from Zimo to the man in purple, and saw that he was wearing a crown of jade, with handsome eyebrows, high nose, and thin lips. He looked at the bright moon and clear wind, but there was a slight smile in his eyes.  But it contains an almost inaudible contempt.

    Why is this slutty guy looking at her like this?

    "Second senior brother admitted that she is a junior sister, but I did not admit it." Ling Xiaoruo was about to speak when he heard another deep male voice coming from behind him.

    She turned her head and looked around, and found a man in Tsing Yi standing outside the door. Due to the light behind him, the appearance of the man could not be seen very clearly. She only felt that his outline was also handsome, but this time, there was a man standing next to this handsome man.  A woman was wearing a pink skirt and holding a sword in her right hand.  Seeing Ling Xiaoruo turning to look at them, the two of them walked towards the hall. The man in green walked directly to his seat, while the woman in pink stepped on the back of Ling Xiaoruo's hand.

    "Ah, why did you step on my hand?" Her right hand was broken off by a gangster last night, and now this dead woman stepped on her left hand again. What on earth do these people want?

    The woman in pink turned a deaf ear to Ling Xiaoruo's words. She just walked up to Zimo with concern and asked anxiously: "Fourth Senior Brother, have you been hurt by this little bitch?"

    Without raising his eyelids, Zimo replied coldly: "Nothing."

    When Ling Xiaoruo heard the woman in pink calling her a bitch, he asked, "Hey, please speak more clearly. You really have no quality at all." Why did this damn woman call her a bitch the first time she opened her mouth?  The quality of ancient people was so poor!

    After hearing Ling Xiaoruo's words, Zifeng covered his lips with the folding fan and said with a smile: "Ziping, junior sister is saying that you have no quality."

    Hearing this, Ziping turned around and glanced at Ling Xiaoruo hatefully, rolled her eyes and said, "I really don't know who is so incompetent that he can do such shameless things!"

    Shameless?  Why is she so shameless?

    Ling Xiaoruo was just about to ask a question when he saw everyone in the hall stood up, nodded slightly behind her, and said respectfully: "Elder brother."

    That uniform voice made Ling Xiaoruo's words stuck in her throat, and the corners of her eyes began to twitch slightly. Was this a fashion show?  How many more people are going to come?  Can it be finished in one go?

    When she wanted to look back and see what the so-called senior brother looked like, her whole body was lifted up.

    "What are you going to do?" Ling Xiaoruo asked instinctively, staring at the person holding her arm.

    Zifeng put away his folding fan and raised his eyebrows: "I won't give you a place to sit, because I'm afraid Master will say that we don't care about women."

    As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiaoruo suddenly raised his eyes and glared at the handsome man. When Zifeng received her sharp eyes, there was a slight hesitation in his eyes. However, that hesitation was only a matter of time.  Passed away, only to be replaced by contempt.

    After Ling Xiaoruo settled down and sat down, when he looked up again, he found that a man wearing blue clothes was sitting on the first seat directly in front of him.  She quickly looked around the entire hall. To her right sat the handsome man, the shabby man and Zi Ping, and to her left sat the man in green and another woman in light green clothes.

    Why do these people look at her like they are looking at a prisoner?

    How come it feels a bit like a three-chamber trial to her now?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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