After beating Li Shiwen, Li Shiyin felt refreshed. She took out a bottle of top-quality healing medicine from her Qiankun bag and threw it to Li Shiwen like a guest in a brothel throwing a reward, laughing and saying, "Take it, take it!"
Then she smiled like a villain, clapped her hands and turned to leave, which seemed like "the work is done and she will leave, hiding her achievements and fame".
Li Shiwen, a man of eight feet tall, was like a young wife who was taken advantage of for free. He hugged himself pitifully and tightened his clothes that were torn by Li Shiyin to prevent his spring light from being exposed. He avoided her eyes until Li Shiyin disappeared in the distance, then he returned to normal.
The younger sister doesn't know how to be caring and loving. She only thinks about how to step on his head and become his elder sister. Only his wife knows how to be caring and loving.
Yuchi Zhen, who was in the pavilion, felt very distressed when he saw Li Shiwen being beaten like that. He trotted over, put his robe on him, carefully helped Li Shiwen up, and slowly walked back to the pavilion.
Yuchi Zhen's figure is that of a normal girl. If you look at her alone, she actually looks tall. If you convert her height simply, she is about 1.6 meters tall.
But when she stood in front of Li Shiwen, she looked petite and delicate.
Because Li Shiwen's figure is about 1.9 meters tall and weighs 190 kilograms. And because he is full of muscles, his weight is actually around 200 kilograms.
With his physique, how could Yuchi Zhen support him?
It's just Li Shiwen pretending.
It would be more accurate to say that he was holding Yuchi Zhen rather than Yuchi Zhen supporting him; it would be more accurate to say that he was wrapping Yuchi Zhen in his arms with the mink robe rather than Yuchi Zhen draping him.
When they got to the pavilion, Li Shiwen asked Yuchi Zhen to feed her healing pills; she was not afraid of the cold and exposed her breasts, asking Yuchi Zhen to apply healing plasters on her...
Mingming was beaten up by Li Shiyin for showing off their affection, but after being beaten up, the affection between the two became even more disgusting.
All of this was seen clearly by Li Shiyin who was far away. She clenched her fists and wanted to go back and beat Li Shiwen again.
But as she thought about it, she suddenly felt frustrated. She looked at Li Shiwen's disgusting look as if she was a seasoned lover, and couldn't help but think of her master. If her master had one tenth of Li Shiwen's means... no, if her master used one ten-thousandth of his scheming on her. She wouldn't feel disgusted by the pavilion now.
"Alas!" she sighed.
Then, changing her mind, if the master was not so pure and lovely in his feelings, she would not like the master; and with the master's scheming, if he really put his mind on a woman, he might not be able to wait for her.
Although she had no choice but to think this way, she finally felt a little better after thinking this way.
Li Shiyin could no longer play happily with Li Shiwen, and she wandered around the house and finally found her mother. She found her mother reading in the room, so she pushed the door and walked in.
It was freezing cold outside, but the house was warm as spring. My mother lit incense, brewed tea, leaned back in her chair, and read a book, looking relaxed and content.
Hearing her coming in, her mother looked up at her and asked, "Didn't you go out to have fun today?"
"Mom~" She closed the door gently, and happily ran to her mother's side, saying in a soft voice, "How can you say that to me? I'm a girl!"
How could she look like the devil who had just beaten Li Shiwen? Nor did she look like the legendary swordsman.
Yang Yanqi tapped her forehead with his index finger and said angrily, "You are the most naughty one, and you act like a girl. You don't act like a girl at all."
"Hmm..." Li Shiyin put her head on Yang Yanqi's thigh like a puppy.
But she was thinking, the master didn't take the initiative to attack her, was it because she didn't look like a girl at all?
But what do girls look like?
Her mind was full of confusion, and she thought of the time when Li Shiwen took her to the Jiaofangsi when she was a child. Were the beautiful sisters in the Jiaofangsi girls?
Yang Yanqi's personal maid poured a cup of hot tea for Li Shiyin, and placed some melon seeds and fruits beside her. She picked a grape and put it in her mouth, tilted her head to look at the book in Yang Yanqi's hand, and asked curiously: "Mom, what book are you reading?"
"Just taking a look and killing time." Yang Yanqi replied.
Li Shiyin pulled Yang Yanqi's hand down and propped up her head to see what was written in the book in Yang Yanqi's hand. She saw words like "soldiers", "terrain", and "camping", so she knew it was the art of war.
She lay down again and asked lazily, "What's the point of reading the Art of War?"
Yang Yanqi patted her head gently with a book and asked her, "What does your family do?"
"Hmm~" Li Shiyin thought for a moment, "It's about fighting!"
"General, what else do you study at home if not the art of war?" Yang Yanqi asked.
"That's right..." Li Shiyin nodded.
She lay on Yang Yanqi's lap like a little child, eating snacks and drinking tea, which made Yang Yanqi restless and unable to read.
She shook her thighs, shook Li Shiyin's head, and blamed her: "How old are you? You are still like a child."
“Hehehe…” Li Shiyin giggled, “I’ll always be a child in front of my mother!”
Yang Yanqi really had no way to deal with this shameless person. She put the book on Li Shiyin's head, paused, and asked, "When are you going back to the mountains?"
"It's over the New Year!" said Li Shiyin.
"Don't you have any restrictions on leaving the mountain in Daojianmen? Can you go back if you want to, and not go back if you don't want to?" Yang Yanqi asked.
"Yes!" Li Shiyin nodded, "I don't want to go back. I can stay at home every day. But the master said that this is not good."
master……
Yang Yanqi caught the word and asked, "How are you and your master doing? You are already in your twenties, an old maid."
"Oh!" Li Shiyin felt shy and irritated. She finally sat up and got off Yang Yanqi's thigh. She pouted and said, "Don't meddle in the monks' affairs."
Yang Yanqi knew her daughter very well. She could tell at a glance that she was probably in love with her daughter, so she asked tentatively, "Could it be that your master doesn't like a little girl like you?"
"No!" Li Shiyin rejected it flatly. "I'm so cute, the master must like me!"
"What about you?" Yang Yanqi wondered, "Do you monks and immortals also care about the ethics of master and disciple?"
"What a bullshit master-disciple ethics. Those cultivators can live for hundreds or thousands of years, how can they care about the master-disciple ethics?" Li Shiyin sneered, "Besides, Master is only nine years older than me and looks younger than Li Shiwen. My brother is okay, but Master..."
"Nine years older, about twenty-eight or twenty-nine, almost thirty. Not young anymore." Yang Yanqi said.
Li Shiyin took a cup of tea and drank it, saying gloomily, "I don't know why... Master doesn't reject me, and he doesn't refuse me when I get close to him. I know Master likes me and cares about me. But he doesn't take the initiative...
"Neither rejecting nor taking the initiative. I don't know what the master is thinking."
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