Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

The night is as cool as water.

The candle in room Tianzi 1 flashed slightly.

Behind the screen embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, in the half person high bath bucket, the delicate rose petals exude a strong fragrance and float in the slightly fluctuating water.

The pet leaned comfortably in the bath bucket, bathed in hot water, picked up the rose petals in the water and poured them on the white and tender skin, and the subtle sound of water spread out.

"How comfortable," she sighed.

[host] the powder floated out and floated in mid air.

"Hmm?" pet raised his eyes and looked at it.

[tomorrow is the Wulin meeting.] fan Jiujiu laughs and asks [have you figured out how to deal with Leng Guhan?]

"I still want to use it?" Chong Yu slightly hooked his lips and looked out the door: "isn't there a big killer outside?"

Rong Shaoqing has practiced xuanyang nine forms to the fifth level. People in the Wulin fight with him one-on-one. No one should win him.

[host...]

Fan Jiujiu hesitated and advised [don't let the scholar practice Kung Fu again.]

"Why?" the pet smiled slightly, and the beautiful face under the candle was slightly cold.

[host, didn't I say that a highly accomplished skill has such a defect that the more you practice, the greater the side effects.]

Pet Yu smiled indifferently and said, "it's not my practice."

[...] almost forgot the cold blood of the host.

"How should I play tomorrow?" pet murmured.

[today's qiusiyu is dressed in white clothes and skirts, with a high bun and a clear white yarn. He looks like a fairy. Men's eyes are attracted by her.] pink Jiujiu dances.

Men are cheap by nature. The more hazy they can't see their appearance, the more they want to see it. The more they can't get it, the more they want it.

The pet said faintly, "I'm going to make things, not to compare beauty."

"Master." the scholar's hoarse voice came from outside the door, "the water is getting cold. Do you need some hot water?"

[what a disciple in Wulin.]

"No," said the pet lazily.

She got up from the bath bucket, and the glittering and translucent drops of water slid down her snowy skin.

Unfortunately, someone can't see such beauty, pink Jiujiu said in her heart.

Chong Yu went to bed and covered the quilt before Rong Shaoqing entered the room. He asked someone to dispose of the water in the bath bucket, took a bath himself, and slept in the bed on the ground.

The next day.

Yunwu Mountain Villa is on Qingcheng Mountain. The disciples of major sects went up before dawn.

The Wulin meeting was held by the leader of Yunwu Mountain Villa, Liu Wanyi.

In the wide martial arts training ground of Yunwu Mountain Villa, each gate sect sits on one side.

Liu casually stood on the high platform and said with a smile: "since all the main sects are here, the Wulin conference will begin..."

Suddenly -- I don't know where there was a beautiful whistling sound.

The melodious voice is like fairy music from the jiuzhong heavenly palace, which makes people concentrate and listen.

"Who says all the major sects are here!" the woman's voice, like a warbler, was a little arrogant: "how can the Wulin conference begin before our cult has arrived."

The scorching sun was like a fire, the petals were falling, and a sedan chair flew down from the air.

Carrying the sedan chair were several handsome teenagers in snow-white clothes, with a beautiful jade pendant hanging around their waist, making a crisp sound of beads and jade.

Another young man in a light cyan dress was holding a jade Xiao in his hand. His eyes were as cold as ice. There was a tear mole under his left eye, which reflected his pupil, which set him off as a demon.

The scholar closed the jade Xiao, leaned over and stretched out a bony hand to lift the car curtain.