In this chamber of commerce, there are countless rooms extending in all directions.

Zhao Qiu used the phantom body technique, and secretly used the technique of hiding.

Finally avoided the crowd.

Not long after, they arrived at the backyard, where there was a three-story wooden building.

The main body of this wooden building is green bricks, and the main beams and four pillars are all mahogany, which is extremely delicate.

Even the floor is paved with mahogany, and it must have cost a lot of money to build it.

Compared with the noisy front yard, this backyard is very quiet.

In the courtyard, there are all kinds of colorful flowers, and there are clusters of flowers.

It is expected that this is the residence of important figures in the chamber of commerce.

"Then Changrong Fengxiang, that is, Daoist Bichen, may be here!"

With a flash of Zhao Qiu's figure, he entered the backyard.

Suddenly, two good-looking maidservants passed by carrying a basin.

At this moment, they bumped into each other, and the two servant girls were about to ask each other, Zhao Qiu pointed like lightning, and tapped the acupoints of the two.

He possesses magical skills, and there are few rivals in the world.

These two true strengths tapped the acupoints of the two servant girls, but it was like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer!

Immediately, the two servant girls could not move or speak, and stood there dumbfounded.

Suddenly, a clear female voice came from the third room on the left.

"Xiaoqing, don't pour water, just rub my shoulders!"

Zhao Qiu reckoned that "Xiao Qing" must be one of the two maids.

"Xiaoqing, where did you die?"

There was actually some anger in that female voice.

No way, if she shouted again, the man would come out to find this maid named "Xiaoqing" in person.

Zhao Qiu secretly sighed, and went straight into that room.

It was a gorgeous and exquisite boudoir. The tables and chairs were carved from high-quality sandalwood, with different patterns meticulously carved, the bead curtains made of wreaths, and the sandalwood canopy bed were hung with lavender gauze curtains. .

In the room, in front of the dresser, was sitting a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman.

The face as white as snow, the fascinated facial features, the dark and deep eyes with a moving color, the faint eyebrows, the small straight nose, and the unforgettable lips, all of them are noble and elegant.

But besides nobility, he also saw a strangeness in her eyes.

Although this woman's appearance is far inferior to Shi Qingxuan's, she has a unique style, a style that only adults can understand.

"Who are you?"

When the woman saw a strange man entering her boudoir, her face was startled. After a breath, her face returned to normal, revealing an intoxicating style.

Zhao Qiu smiled slightly, and went into the boudoir with his hands behind his back.

"Who am I? Hehe..."

The woman smiled and said: "You broke into my boudoir, shouldn't I know your name?"

Zhao Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Are you Rong Jiaojiao?"

Rong Jiaojiao smiled and said, "You came into my room and didn't know my name?"

Zhao Qiudao: "I am Yang Xuyan, have you heard of it?"

Rong Jiaojiao's delicate body was startled, and she said in shock, "You are actually Yang Xuyan?"

After a pause, the look of horror disappeared from her face, and she calmly said, "The king of Shu is here, and the little girl is terrified!"

Yang Xuyan said: "Although I am the King of Shu, I am also the descendant of the Huajian Sect, Tianlian Sect and Butian Pavilion of the Holy Sect, so I have the same origin as you!"

Rong Jiaojiao showed a strange expression on his face, and said, "Holy gate? What holy gate?"

Zhao Qiu smiled slightly, and said: "Miss Rong is the daughter of Chairman Rong, so she is inseparable from Laojunguan! At the same time, you are still the nominal disciple of Zhu Yuyan, the old witch! Am I wrong?"

Rong Jiaojiao smiled coquettishly, and said: "It seems that the King of Shu knows a lot! But I don't know, what does the King of Shu want to do when he comes to my boudoir?"

There was affection between her brows.

Zhao Qiu knew in his heart that this witch had obtained the secret technique of the Yinkui School, and there was a great attraction between every frown and smile.

This is heresy, but it is not very attractive to people like Zhao Qiu who have been reincarnated for hundreds of thousands of years.

However, in an instant, he remembered the relationship between Rong Jiaojiao and Daming Zunjiao.

Zhao Qiu sighed: "Originally, I wanted to meet your father! But now, I want to see you again! Do you ask me what I want to do? Hehe...Of course I do whatever I want!"

After saying that, his figure turned around, and flashed to Rong Jiaojiao's side like a ghost.

I saw him stretch out his hand...

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