Who knew that he would almost fall into Fang Biao's hands this time? It's all because that drug was too powerful.
Zuan hummed in agreement: "Then you can stay here and go to bed later."
Zhang Zitong's heart was pounding. What did the Eleventh Lord mean by this? He actually wanted me to sleep with him?
Should I refuse, or...?
Before I could even think it through, I blurted out, "Okay."
Just then, the outer courtyard gate was pushed open, and Fang Hu's teasing voice came from afar: "Third brother, your second brother has come to see you."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he appeared anxiously at the door, a strong smell of alcohol emanating from him that could be detected from afar.
Although he claimed to be looking at his third brother, his gaze didn't fall on Zu An at all. Instead, he greedily eyed Zhang Zitong. Those legs were really strong; they could probably crush someone to death.
"Third brother, why don't you go out for a walk? I've had too much to drink, I'll rest here for a while." Fang Hu hiccuped and waved to Zu An, as if instructing a servant.
A hint of anger flashed across Zhang Zitong's face; she could naturally tell what this guy was up to.
This guy even openly steals his brother's woman; he's the worst kind of scum.
Zuan said calmly, "Isn't it you who should leave?"
"Hey, you little brat, you're asking for a beating, aren't you?" Fang Hu's face instantly darkened. "If you don't know any better, don't blame your older brother for not giving you face."
As he spoke, he moved closer to Zu'an, exuding an intimidating aura. He knew that his third brother was just all bark and no bite; if it really came down to a fight, he could easily defeat him with one hand.
Since he doesn't know his place, then let's play with his woman right in front of him today!
It's kind of exciting to think about.
Huh? Usually he would be scared by this time, why is he so calm now?
Wait, how come there's suddenly another woman in white in the room, and she's so beautiful! My god, she's like a fairy descended from heaven...
As I watched, his eyes completely lost focus, and he stood there dazed and confused.
Zhang Zitong, standing to the side, couldn't help but sigh with admiration. The Eleventh Lord's maid was truly amazing; she had easily controlled the arrogant Fang Hu.
The key is that she's also so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes you despair, and you can't even feel jealous.
However, my legs are probably longer than hers, but unfortunately she's wearing a skirt, so we can't compare.
Zu'an, unaware of her inexplicable competitive spirit, directly interrogated Fang Hu: "Do you know where Master Yun is?"
"Shouldn't Master Yun be at the Enchanting Sound Pavilion?" Fang Hu asked, somewhat bewildered.
Zu An frowned slightly, seemingly unaware of this act of rebellion, which he suspected was the work of a few high-ranking officials, including Lu Sanyuan.
He then asked some more questions, gaining a deeper understanding of some information about the Demonic Cult.
Suddenly, a thought struck him: "By the way, some mysterious people came to see your father before, and they had a private talk for a while. Do you know who they are?"
Fang Hu nodded: "They seem to be from Youyinglou."
Zuan was shocked, not expecting that Youyinglou would also be involved.
What exactly were they talking about?
"I don't know the specifics, but it seems like my dad was asked to help find someone, though I don't know who that person is."
After hearing this, Zu An frowned slightly. Could it be that Youying Tower was also looking for Yun Jianyue?
Did the Venerable Yin Yang not tell them the truth, or did he not know where Yun Jianyue was?
Otherwise, why would we need to look for it?
Initially, it was speculated that Yin Yang Venerable and Lu Sanyuan were conspiring together, but now it's not so certain.
He then asked a few more questions, but unfortunately, he didn't get any more meaningful information. So Zu'an casually tapped Fang Hu's forehead, and Fang Hu's body trembled. His eyes glazed over, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Zhang Zitong, who was standing nearby, was taken aback: "You just killed him like that?"
"This kind of trash will only harm others if left in the world." Zu An waved his hand casually, and the White Lotus True Fire was unleashed, burning Fang Hu's corpse to ashes.
"Won't there be any problems? After all, he is the second young master of the Yin-Yang Path." Zhang Zitong was a little worried. She had learned about the situation of the Demonic Sect along the way. Several of the direct disciples of the Yin-Yang Path were the sons of the Yin-Yang Venerable, and their status in the Yin-Yang Path was extraordinary.
“It’s alright.” Zu An said calmly.
Zhang Zitong wanted to say something, but then she thought, let alone a mere second young master of the Yin-Yang Path, even if the Yin-Yang Venerable himself came, the Eleventh Master leading the Embroidered-Robed Envoys, why would she be afraid?
Meanwhile, in another courtyard of the Yin-Yang Sect, a young man was cultivating in his room, his hooked nose particularly striking.
Soon, a subordinate ran over to report. After listening, he slowly opened his eyes: "Second Brother went to bully Third Brother again. Humph, I want to see just how beautiful that silver-embroidered robe is that it makes Second Brother lose control!"
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