Du ngyan blurted out the sentence, and after she spoke, she realized, her face slightly reddened, quickly turning her head away, refusing to look at her.
Lu Chengfeng hadn’t reacted yet, but Yi Huanhuan in his arms had already burst out, "Hmph, Wushuang brother can call you whatever he wants, what does it have to do with you?"
"You woman have been monopolizing Wushuang brother’s ti for so long, utterly shaless, and you’re still called a Fairy in the Martial World, I think, bitc..."
This young girl looked innocent and cute, but her words were aggressive, even vicious.
Lu Chengfeng saw her speaking recklessly, even becoming more venomous, making Du ngyan’s face gradually turn an iron gray, and quickly reached out to cover Yi Huanhuan’s mouth.
"My dear aunt, please don’t say anything more?"
Although he wasn’t sweating, he had a feeling of being drenched at this mont, especially when Yi Huanhuan had her mouth covered by him, didn’t resist, and instead suddenly stuck out her tongue.
Lu Chengfeng was completely numb; this girl was practically a siren, so adept at flirtation.
Fortunately, this scene was sowhat concealed, without letting Du ngyan see, otherwise, another round of verbal sparring would be unavoidable.
Though he hadn’t enjoyed the feel of warm fragrance and soft jade, he had to endure the displeasure sandwiched between these two won, Lu Chengfeng was helpless.
Afraid that the girl might cause more mischief, he quickly carried Yi Huanhuan aside, wanting to put her down, but Yi Huanhuan clung to his neck, refusing to let go.
"Wushuang brother, I don’t want to, I just want you to hold ."
Although she was only fifteen or sixteen, her figure had already developed considerably, especially when she spoke coquettishly and twisted in Lu Chengfeng’s arms, making him feel even more restless.
If he weren’t separated by this layer of body, he already would have struggled to maintain his self-control.
Yet now almost all his spirit was infused into ’Yi Wushuang’s body, this sensation was incredibly vivid, almost indistinguishable from the real body, only bearing a layer of separation, his self-restraint was much stronger.
Seeing the girl holding tight, refusing to co down, Lu Chengfeng instinctively looked back at Du ngyan, seeing the woman’s face full of mocking gazes at him, he cleared his throat to cover his embarrassnt.
"Huanhuan, how did the thing I asked you to do go?"
Yi Huanhuan wrapped one hand around his neck, patted her chest with the other, imdiately setting off a wave, "Wushuang brother, your matter is naturally on my mind, rest assured, I have already asked about it."
"Among the seventy-two True Inheritance disciples, there are five who either love money or are in urgent need of resources, I have sent people to contact all of them, in the end, only two agreed to loosen their lips, naly Hou Songyue and ng Qihuo."
"In my opinion, you might as well choose ng Qihuo, he ranks seventieth among the seventy-two True Inheritance, recently the ng Family encountered trouble, involving his father and mother, so he urgently needs a sum of resources."
"Though the quantity is rather large, it shouldn’t be anything significant to you, he has already listed out a detailed list."
"Here, right here."
She puffed up her chest, only then did Lu Chengfeng notice, the collar of the girl’s clothes slightly parted, between the collar and the dudou, held a thin piece of paper.
Lu Chengfeng glanced down, nearly losing control.
In his mind, there was only one thought, pear-shaped!
No, at such a young age, this girl is already so adept at enticing n, it’s practically life-threatening.
It’s unknown what rits or abilities ’Yi Wushuang’ had to make this lass so devoted to him.
Yi Huanhuan’s father was an Elder of the Martial Vein, though they shared the sa surna Yi, their blood connection was already very thin, able to trace back only over a dozen generations to find a common ancestor.
Though Yi Huanhuan was born into the Yi Family, she showed considerable talent on the Taoist cultivation path, by fifteen or sixteen, her cultivation at the Bright Moon Temple had already seen success, only a step away from becoming a Tao Vein True Inheritance.
Yet ten years ago, the ten-year-old ’Yi Wushuang’ was brought by Yi Mingshu to visit another Elder’s ho, upon eting the five or six-year-old Yi Huanhuan, this girl seed to cling onto him, like a little tail always following.
By these past two years, as they had grown older, she had beco even more varied in her approaches, constantly declaring her desire to be Wushuang brother’s wife.
Fortunately, though ’Yi Wushuang’ was a libertine, the two had grown up together since a young age, he always only saw this girl as a younger sister, never having any improper thoughts.
Of course, it was also because Yi Huanhuan was too young, and ’Yi Wushuang’ always preferred more mature and voluptuous won, he had little interest in this little girl.
However, though Yi Huanhuan appeared outwardly innocent and cute, harmless, Lu Chengfeng knew from ’Yi Wushuang’s mories, this young girl, despite her age, was indeed vicious, at such a young age she had already been involved in more than one death.
Perhaps due to her upbringing, Yi Huanhuan had an innate disregard for human life.
Two years ago, just because she witnessed a maid of hers seducing ’Yi Wushuang’, this girl personally wrung her neck.
At that ti, Yi Huanhuan was only fourteen.
In the fragnts of mory, the girl’s face was cold, her white delicate hands stained with blood, appearing incredibly frightening and terrifying.
Lu Chengfeng glanced at the paper tucked within Yi Huanhuan’s chest, quickly raised his head and asked, "Then what about Hou Songyue?"
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