Beifeng's facial skin was being pulled off like a piece of rubber, but it couldn't be completely removed.

At this moment, Xiao Hei suddenly relaxed, and then fell on the table, looking very tired.

An Yan passed air to him, which gave him energy. He wrapped his arms around An Yan's wrist again, as if he was unwilling to work anymore.

Li Rongsen said: "Is it because Xiao Hei doesn't have enough energy?"

"It shouldn't be, but this Gu has a reason." Yan Qingqiu said as he walked towards Bei Feng, pinched his face with his fingers, and then said, "It has something to do with the person who put the Gu. Generally speaking, it is easier if the person who put the Gu is the one who removes it. Or if the person who put the Gu dies, then it will be simpler."

"Who put the poison on him?"

"He doesn't know." Yan Qingqiu said with a chuckle.

An Yan touched Xiao Hei and said to him, "Try it again, try it again. If it doesn't work, just give up, okay?"

Xiao Hei used his head to touch the palm of An Yan's hand, and then went to Bei Feng, bit his face and pulled him out, but it was still a bit difficult as before.

Suddenly, a bell rang outside, exactly four times.

When the last blow was struck, Xiao Hei tore off the skin on Bei Feng's face.

An Yan hurried over to check on Xiao Hei and found that he was fine. She gave him some Qi and then placed him on the big cat's head. She said, "Big cat, take Xiao Hei over to rest and keep an eye on him."

Big Cat nodded slightly and then walked out of the house.

Yan Qingqiu saw the face on the ground spontaneously combust and then disappear without a trace. He walked over to Beifeng to look. His face was red, like a freshly boiled lobster, and he could not see his appearance clearly.

An Yan also walked closer to him and said, "Let him rest. He probably won't wake up so soon. We need to find someone to take care of him."

Meidie came up when she heard this and said, "Let me take care of him."

"Okay." An Yan nodded and said, "I'll make him some medicine so he can get better faster."

"Apart from being a little red and swollen, it seems to be okay." Yan Qingqiu was still looking at Bei Feng's face, and when An Yan and Li Rongsen walked out of the house, he followed them out.

Meidie moved closer to Beifeng to take a look and found that his face was indeed boiled red, but all the potholes were gone. She wondered what it would look like when everything was healed, and she couldn't help feeling curious.

When An Yan returned to her room, she saw that the old man had placed a lot of food on the table, so she said to Yan Qingqiu, "You guys sit down and have some snacks. I'll go get the medicine."

"Then I won't be polite." Yan Qingqiu said as he sat down and started eating.

But Li Rongsen walked to An Yan's side and said to her: "I'll go over to see Bai Yucheng. I wonder what the old man said to him."

"What are you talking about?" Yan Qingqiu asked.

"Bai Yucheng said he wanted to stay." Li Rongsen replied to Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu remembered something, he immediately put down the cake in his hand, then stood up to pull Li Rongsen, and said to An Yan: "Rongsen and I will go to see Bai Yucheng and persuade him to go back early."

An Yan did not stop them.

But Li Rongsen was a little surprised. He asked Yan Qingqiu: "What are you in such a hurry for?"

"I'm not worried about myself, I'm worried about you." Yan Qingqiu said to Li Rongsen seriously.

"What do you mean?" Li Rongsen asked.

"There is a reason why Bai Yucheng doesn't want to go back to Taiping City. He wants to be a city slave."

"What exactly is a city slave?"

"To warm the city lord's bed." Yan Qingqiu blurted out, and seeing that Li Rongsen's face had completely changed, he could describe it as eerie and terrifying, and then hurriedly said, "This is one of the projects."

"The old man wants Bai Yucheng to be a city slave. Does that mean he is looking for someone to warm An Yan's bed?" Li Rongsen gasped.

"You refused again."

Li Rongsen frowned and asked again: "Can anyone be a city slave?"

"She has to be good-looking, have muscles, be capable, like Anyan, and be able to make sacrifices for West City." Yan Qingqiu said seriously. He thought he was right and reminded Li Rongsen, "Many men want to be city slaves. One city lord can have 800 city slaves."

"What nonsense!" Li Rongsen became more and more unhappy.

"Either you alone can capture An Yan's heart, or you alone." Yan Qingqiu deliberately provoked.

"I don't think An Yan will agree to be a slave in Baiyu City."

"You don't understand this. As long as the old man picks the person and Bai Yucheng signs, An Yan has no way to refuse. Even if he is not used, he is still a city slave with a title." Yan Qingqiu was not talking nonsense, it was well documented.

"What kind of rule is this?"

"Xicheng has always been like this." Yan Qingqiu replied.

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Li Rongsen strode into Bai Yucheng's room and saw the old man talking to him with a piece of paper hanging in front of him. It was unknown what they were discussing.

He recognized this piece of paper; this was the piece of paper the old man had asked Li Rongsen to sign before.

The old man turned around and saw that it was Li Rongsen and Yan Qingqiu who walked in together. He said, "Mr. Bai and I were discussing something important."

"I also have something important to say." Li Rongsen walked into the house calmly.

"What's the important matter?" the old man was puzzled.

Bai Yucheng was also confused.

"I'm here to send Mr. Bai back to Taiping City. We'll leave soon." Li Rongsen said bluntly.

"Who made the decision?" the old man asked, and then said, "Mr. Bai said he would not go back."

Li Rongsen summoned the suspended paper to his front, and then printed his name on it. The three characters "Li Rongsen" were clearly printed on it. He then rolled up the paper and threw it into the old man's hand, saying, "Old man, there can only be one slave in West City."

The old man was surprised, the roll of paper in his palm seemed to be very hot, and he felt that the old Li Rongsen had returned. He was naturally happy, because Li Rongsen was originally chosen, and now that he had agreed, he didn't need to worry about it anymore.

Bai Yucheng said, "The rule of West City is that there can be as many city slaves as you want. I don't mind serving the city lord together with Mr. Li."

"I mind." Li Rongsen looked at Bai Yucheng with a look that said, "Don't even think about it."

Yan Qingqiu chuckled and said to Bai Yucheng, "Mr. Bai, I advise you to go back to Taiping City. Our Mr. Li is notoriously stingy. He will beat you into a pig head without considering the relationship."

Bai Yucheng frowned and said, "I admire the city lord very much. If anyone wants to reject me, it should be her who says so." After that, he strode out of the house.

The old man no longer cared about Bai Yucheng, and only asked Li Rongsen: "When did you figure it out? You should have told me earlier, then there would be no need to go through so much trouble."

"You worry about nothing all day long, why don't you do something else." Li Rongsen glanced at him and left with his hands behind his back.

Yan Qingqiu laughed and said to the old man, "You must be feeling suffocated. I told you to mind your own business, but you refused to listen."

"Don't come here to gloat over other people's misfortune. I am wrong. If I don't worry about the city lord, the city lord will be a lonely man." The old man felt wronged and couldn't help but sneer at Yan Qingqiu.

Yan Qingqiu leaned close to the old man's ear and whispered what happened to Li Rongsen and An Yan outside.

The old man's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he shouted, "Great, this is finally a real thing."

"That's it, keep a low profile." Yan Qingqiu said as he was about to leave the house, but the old man stopped him and asked him, "Did the city lord say a date for the wedding?"