After My Favorability Level Is Up to the Top

Chapter 278

Chapter 278 - In Any Case They Were All Aunts

No one in the yard responded.

At first, Han Weiqiong thought that it was a subordinate reporting to him. He spent some time and did not think too much about it.

In his opinion, it was impossible for the Saint to not see him when he came to pay a visit. Even if he did not have any impression of him, he should still meet him to show his courtesy.

Putting aside the fact that he was the Deputy Altar Master of No-Shadow Cliff, his father was one of the core elders. In this place, other than Si Lanyue, he had the greatest authority. That Cheng Liuxian simply had an empty position as an altar master, and was in charge of some trivial matters. If it was to patrol the various places and monitor the situation, wouldn't it be better to ask him?

There was no reason that Cheng Liuxian could come and go frequently, but he was rejected by the door.

However, he waited respectfully outside the courtyard for a long time. There was still no response from anyone in the courtyard. Finally, he lost his patience and frowned as he looked inside the courtyard. He lifted his foot, but in the end, he still didn't move.

Han Weiqiong raised his voice a little and repeated, “Deputy Altar Master of No-Shadow Cliff, Han Weiqiong, there is a request to see the Saint.”

He quickly explained, “Recently, Mount Gargantuan has been attacking No-Shadow Cliff more and more closely. Altar Master Xue was unable to deal with the situation and delayed the matter for a long time. If this continues, the No-Shadow Cliff will be exposed in the eyes of the righteous path. He had also heard that the Mount Gargantuan was here because of Altar Master Xue's order to kill the two true disciples of the Mount Gargantuan who had come to No-Shadow Cliff. Altar Master Xue had just arrived. It was inevitable for him to make a mistake in his decision. I came here to ask the Saint for his opinion… “

Han Weiqiong looked like he wanted to plead on Cheng Liuxian's behalf. Naturally, it was like a weasel paying respects to a chicken - he did not have good intentions.

Every word he said was roundabout saying that Cheng Liuxian was not capable enough and that he was impulsive in making decisions. Not long after he took office, he almost gave the No-Shadow Cliff, which was an important branch of the Devil Cult, to the Mount Gargantuan.

“If this really happened to the upper echelons of the Devil Cult, they probably wouldn't care about what Han Weiqiong was thinking. Just the possibility of losing the No-Shadow Cliff was enough for them to capture Cheng Liuxian and teach him a lesson. Let him go somewhere else. “

Most of the people of the devil religion wouldn't pay attention to this kind of battle. In any case, if one of them died, they would be able to find countless substitutes. However, if a place like the No-Shadow Cliff was lost, it would be a huge loss.

Besides, Cheng Liuxian had indeed come here to gain some benefits. Of course, he wasn't as important as a local snake like Han Weiqiong. In terms of cultivation and status, there was no comparison.

Guo Fan's expression was subtle, but the things he was muttering had nothing to do with these two people. “Mount Gargantuan… Speaking of which, it had been almost two months since the end of Sword Singing Conference. I remember that Meng Jin was also a true disciple of Sword Singing Conference. Could he be the leader of the group who came to take revenge? “

The Mount Gargantuan was the sect where the young man called Meng Jin, whom they had met in the Sword Singing Conference, was located. It was famous for its fast speed, but it was defeated by Guo Fan in the Sword Singing Platform.

However, although Meng Jin was a good man, he was also a diligent and diligent kid who cultivated diligently. Although it was slightly crooked, compared to the disgusting old demons of the Soaring Wisdom Sect, he looked pure and cute.

If they really met again in the No-Shadow Cliff, it would be like meeting an old friend in another country.

Guo Fan smiled and pinched Xinyue's small face. At the same time, he let Qingfu, who had stuck her head out to look at him, obediently go back and continue to play Landlord with Song Na and the others.

Yes, playing Landlord, but going back to the country was like following the customs. Guo Fan changed the playing of Landlord to “Devil Fighting Cult” and had some intention of playing a role in it.

In this half a month, Guo Fan had already taught three little lolis and two big sisters how to play poker. It was not difficult to get Si Lanyue to prepare the poker cards and send them over, so in this half a month, most of the time, Guo Fan was watching a group of Xianxia-style beauties play cards.

In the room, Song Na took out two cards from her card and placed them on the table. She lightly pointed with her finger and said, “Wang Explosion.”

She took off her mask and revealed a face full of exotic charm, Huang Quan's expressionless face. Looking at the cards in her hands, a strange anger and embarrassment appeared in her blue eyes. She angrily said, “Did you cheat? “

Song Na cast a sidelong glance at her, “As the dignified Snowflake Mansion Lord, you can't even feel the fluctuation of the Spiritual Energy on my body?”

Daoist Priest Song Na was not only a genius in cultivation, but also in the field of gambling. She was almost a hundred times more talented than Huang Quan in terms of skill and luck.

“I'm not playing anymore. What's the point of playing anymore?” Huang Quan glared at Song Na and felt stifled for a moment. He subconsciously puffed up his cheeks. On the contrary, there was a kind of naivety and naivety in the world. This kind of expression should be suitable for Zhousheng's personality. But at this moment, there was nothing wrong with what Huang Quan did.

This trace of feminine feeling that originally did not exist and the fleeting amorous feeling at the corner of his eyes was the result of Guo Fan's hard work over the past half month.

Under the condition that he still retained his vital yin, this trace of charm was even more alluring. The sharp stone that was slightly polished and polished bloomed with a luster that was hidden deep within.

She was tied up with a rope as usual, but her hands were not tied up. However, the Snowflake Mansion Master did not have the intention to escape. Obviously, it was all thanks to Guo Fan.

Yellow Spring unconsciously moved his butt. He felt that the wooden chair was a little painful, and it was even hard. The Snowflake Mansion Master muttered in his heart. Sooner or later, he would advise that shameless person to change to a softer one.

So Song Na helped Yijun clean up the cards. Today's entertainment activity ended here.

Qingfu lifted the curtain and came in, saying, “Xiaobo said Sister Yijun doesn't need to come out, he will solve it.”

Yijun nodded and was still expressionless.

But Song Na, who was already familiar with this girl, could notice that Song Na's slightly furrowed brows finally calmed down. She looked to be happy and could not help but reach out and touch the girl's black hair. She smiled and said, “Your father is jealous and will not let other men see you.”

She was referring to a “jealousy” that her father had towards his daughter who had already grown up. Her tone had a bit of an elder's meaning.

As for what kind of elder it was - anyway, they were all aunties, so what did it matter?

Yijun was expressionless, “What 14th aunty said is right.”

Song Na's hand froze. She indeed did not care that Guo Fan had other women, but the emergence of a two-digit number still made her feel a little uncomfortable.

In front… Where did the thirteen come from?

Song Na frowned slightly, and her expression seemed to be a little dull.

Qingfu blinked her eyes and looked left and right. She felt that the atmosphere between these women had become subtle.

The little one sighed in her heart. Humans are really complicated…

There was still no sound in the courtyard.

Just as Han Weiqiong could no longer hold himself back, he said, “Saint Envoy? Is the Saint around?” As he walked into the courtyard, he suddenly heard a reply from the courtyard.

“The Saint said he doesn't want to see you. You can go back now.”

It was a man's voice.

His tone was casual and casual.

Han Weiqiong's pupils constricted and his face instantly darkened. A man? Why would there be a man's voice in the Saint's residence? !