Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 142 Are you reluctant to die?
dead door.

In the deepest part of the underground palace, there is the most spacious cave, which is the residence of the door owner.

Countless night pearls are inlaid on the walls, illuminating the entire cave.

A very large bed, about three to four times the size of a normal bed, was placed in the center of the burrow. The owner of the door was lying lazily on the bed, with one hand propping his neck, his eyes slightly closed, and his clothes half uncovered. Exposing a large white chest.

The red robe on his body is extremely gorgeous, boundless red, without any pattern embellishment, without a star or half of other colors, only red, a thrilling red, with three thousand blue silk scattered randomly, the blue silk is like ink, and the red robe is like blood, and then set against it The almost transparent white skin reveals a kind of soul-stirring beauty.

Several glamorous maids were kneeling beside him, some were whispering to make him happy, some were kissing his hand, and some were pinching his muscles and bones to soothe his muscles, everyone was doing their duty Sitting conscientiously about his own business, and everyone's purpose is to make him happy and comfortable.

Suddenly, his lips became hot, and someone kissed his lips, and the slightly closed eyes of the sect master suddenly opened, with a cold light shining everywhere.

He waved his hand violently, and the maid who kissed his lips was slapped down hard, and fell to the cold and hard ground, her bones were almost broken.

The maid struggled to get up, knelt on the ground and repeatedly begged for mercy, "Master, please forgive me. The master and servant made a mistake. The servant will never dare again. I beg the master to forgive the servant this time..."

The door master gestured expressionlessly, and all the maids leaning on him knelt and crawled to the edge of the big bed, respectful and humble, submissive and silent.

The door master slowly sat up straight, staring coldly at the maid who was kneeling on the ground and kept begging for mercy, "I hate you most despicable sluts touching my lips! What do you think you are? Zuoyang's plaything that comes and goes when he calls it!"

A maid held a delicate and gorgeous pear wood box on the small table beside the bed, and presented it respectfully to the door master with her head bowed. The door master took out a snow-white silk from it, and wiped her red lips vigorously. He wiped the blood from his lips before throwing the silk on the maid's face, "Are you still using my orders? Cut it off yourself!"

The maid suddenly raised her head, looked at the door master in disbelief, and begged for mercy, "Master, this servant has served you for so long, there is no merit but hard work, please forgive me this time, the servant will never dare again , this servant just loves the sect master too much, so he couldn't help but boldly kissed the sect master's lips, begging the sect master to—"

The door master raised his hand, and the maid's voice stopped abruptly. With a sound of "bang!", her body flew up like a kite with a broken string, hit the wall of the cave heavily, and then fell down again, His eyes were wide open, he was breathless, and a large amount of blood flowed out from the back of his head, staining the ground red.

Someone came in with his head down, and silently carried away the dead maid.

The door master didn't even look at her, he lay back on the big bed and closed his eyes slightly, as if it was an irrelevant person who died instead of a woman who had served him for many days and loved him deeply.

The few remaining maids knelt and crawled to his side, surrounded him, gently pressed his body with their soft and delicate fingers, and said softly, "Master, don't be angry, the death of that lowly maid is not a pity, Master!" Without her, there are us sisters."

The door master slowly opened his eyes, and a deep cold light fell on these beautiful and enchanting faces. For some reason, he suddenly felt very tired, "She is not a pity to die, and you are not much better."

"Sect Master, this servant loves Sect Master deeply, is loyal to Sect Master wholeheartedly, and will never betray..."

"Whether you betray or not, I don't care at all."

The door master said coldly, his enchanting peach blossom eyes glanced at these gorgeous faces, "Love? What is love? Do you really love me?"

"The servants all love the sect master deeply."

"Talk about it, who wouldn't? What do you use to prove that you love me?"

The maids looked at each other in blank dismay, and one of them boldly asked, "How does the sect master want the servants to prove it?"

"If you hit your head to death now, I believe that you are true love."

The door master smiled coquettishly, and the peach blossom eyes were full of brilliance and light, as if they could charm people's souls.

The faces of the maids all changed, and they knelt on the bed, not daring to say a word.

"Aren't you willing to die? So what do you mean you love me? They're all hypocritical, pretending lowly maidservants! None of them are better than the dead one!"

The door master's words were harsh and harsh, and the maids showed embarrassment. In order to appease the door master's anger, they all bent down to make the curves of their chests more magnificent, with clear lines and better scenery.

The head of the sect only took one look, and felt very bored. These maids were all selected by him and trained by him. Once upon a time, he was very happy to enjoy these soft and fragrant bodies.

Only now, he felt that these maids had no style at all.

For some reason, before his Majesty left, the movement of hooking her finger towards Wuming appeared in his mind. It was obviously an extremely simple movement, but she did it so seductively and charmingly, wishing she could seduce someone. Soul, what a fairy.

There are also her eyes, two beautiful eyes, when looking at you, it can make people's heart sway, and her lips, the words are as sharp as a knife, but it makes people want to conquer.

Such sharp lips must taste soft and fragrant.

"Master, the servants have learned some new tricks, which will definitely make the master feel at ease. Do you want to try it?"

The leading maid said charmingly, seeing that the sect master didn't say a word, she thought he agreed, and immediately bent down, prostrated on him, and began to try to curry favor with him with newly learned tricks...

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched him, he was kicked down by the sect master, and fell on all fours, very embarrassed.

She quickly got up and knelt down respectfully, she didn't dare to beg for mercy, she only dared to kneel quietly, for fear that if she begged for mercy, she would upset the sect master even more and she might lose her life.

"Get out!"

After hearing this, the maid hurriedly retreated.

The door master looked at the remaining two maids, ignoring the longing and fascination in their eyes, and raised his hand expressionlessly, "Go away too!"

The two maids looked at each other and wanted to stay, but neither of them dared to retreat obediently.

The cave fell silent, the door master lazily leaned on the bed, looking at the empty cave, he suddenly felt very boring.

He slowly stroked his lips, and began to imagine who would kiss his lips.

Is it Her Majesty the Queen?
Just thinking about it makes one's blood boil.

If that person was Her Majesty the Empress, he would not refuse, and would even be willing to accept it, which is very welcome.

While the door master was fantasizing, Su Wan walked in.

Seeing the door master lying on the bed with half-naked clothes, eyes slightly closed, stroking his own lips, Su Wan only felt that this scene was very intrusive.

As soon as he walked in, the door master heard it, but he was too lazy to respond.

"what's up?"

"There is a letter from the palace."

"Just read it, you don't have to come to me, I'm not interested in watching it."

The gatekeeper said impatiently.

"It was written by Her Majesty—"

Before she finished speaking, a red shadow flashed in front of Su Wan's eyes, and the letter in her hand was gone.

Su Wan's eyes flickered as she watched the sect master eagerly tore open the seal and took out the letter paper.

The sect master read the letter at a glance, with a disappointed expression on his face.

Su Wan watched coldly and didn't ask anything. What happened to Fu Yu made him feel a little discouraged about the Dead Gate. He grew up in the Dead Gate. He originally regarded this place as his home, and he also regarded Fu Yu as his relatives, but , now that Fu Yu has ended up like that, he is so dazed that he can't even speak, he knows it's the sect master's tricks, and he's afraid that Fu Yu will reveal the secret of the dead gate.

The sect master's attack was so vicious that Su Wan felt a sense of sympathy. For the first time, he felt what it meant to be cold-hearted. His final fate would not be any better than that of Fu Yu.

"She asked me for a fragrant antidote, do you think I should give it?"

Su Wan's heart moved, she hesitated for a moment, and answered with careful consideration of her words, "The sect master can give it if he wants, and he can't if he doesn't want to. Everything depends on the sect master."

"Yeah, everything depends on this seat, but if you want an antidote, you need something else in exchange."

Su Wan tentatively asked, "What does the sect master want?"

The head of the door curled his lips into a smile, full of charm, and his shining eyes kept sweeping over Su Wan's body, from top to bottom, from front to back, making Su Wan's scalp tingle, "The head of the door is watching what?"

"you!"

Su Wan's heart skipped a beat, the door master stared at him intently, parted his red lips, and ordered coldly, "Take off your clothes!"

(End of this chapter)