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Chapter 175 Make My Sister Happy

Shanghao's breath changed almost in an instant.

Then it immediately adjusted back to normal.

Still so gentle and elegant and easy-going, as if the horrible look just now had never happened.

Zhu Jue naturally found out and felt uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything.

Just diverted attention to what he had said.

"A pot?"

Even Zhu Jue was unspeakably shocked at this moment.

Expression management can't be done either.

After waiting for a long time, I couldn't help but said: "Is it the one pot that I understand?"

Upon hearing this, Shanghao flipped his hand, and a normal-sized teapot appeared in the palm of his hand.

"I don't know how much you understand, but it's just such a big pot anyway."

Zhu Jue widened his eyes.

Such a big pot of Mother Qi Condensation is enough for him to brew the remaining ten tea leaves.

There is even a surplus, how can we not be ecstatic!
He wanted to agree immediately, but he still had some doubts.

This place cannot fly, and it seems to be completely under Shanghao's control. Where did his wife escape from?

And it was his own wife, why didn't he go out and find it himself.

Could it be because of the anger between husband and wife?
At this time, Zhu Jue involuntarily cast his eyes on the two women behind Shang Hao.

Isn't Shang Hao's wife there?

The two peerless beauties who overwhelm the country and the city, stood there obediently and did not speak a word from the beginning to the end.

It was as quiet as the air.

Not even a subtle expression or movement, like a puppet, somewhat weird.

And he didn't say that he had more than 2000 wives before.

That wouldn't be bragging, anyway, I've only seen these two so far.

I didn't see any other people. Although this room is big, it can't accommodate two thousand people.

Unexpectedly, when Zhu Jue looked at it casually, he saw something was going on.

Shanghao seemed to have noticed his gaze, and the breath in his body became icy cold again.

It even exudes a strong killing intent as if it were real.

This killing intent was clearly aimed at him.

Zhu Jue was surprised.

He was obviously very easy-going just now, why did he look like he was going to kill himself right now?
Could it be because he saw his wife?

Immediately turned his gaze elsewhere, and the strong killing intent disappeared.

Is it true?
Looking at Shang Hao's gentle appearance now, his actions just now seemed to be false.

But Zhu Jue knew that it was not an illusion at all.

I believe that as long as I stare at his wife for a while, I may really feel cool.

He just glanced at it, but he actually wanted to kill himself?
How careful is this man?

Fortunately, he didn't take any action, so he saved his life.

Shanghao suddenly said again, "Because of some special reasons, I can't leave here too far, so I can only ask outsiders, such as people like you, to help me find someone."

"I miss her so much and want her back with me, can you help?"

By the way, he cast a sincere look at Zhu Jue, appearing very sincere.

Although this person was somewhat strange, Zhu Jue also knew that the pot of mother's condensed dew meant a lot to him.

He took the initiative to say, "Okay, I can help you with this."

"But you have to give me a copy of your wife's information, and when can I get this pot of mother's condensate?"

Unexpectedly, Shang Hao seemed very anxious, "Wait, I'll talk about the details when I get back. I'll go to the treasure house first."

"By the way, Xiang'er and Xiaohua, you two can entertain the guests for me, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

After speaking, Shang Hao disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Jue stayed in the room alone, facing the two beauties, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Also a little scared.

That Shanghao was in a cloudy mood.

In case, when he came back, he saw himself staying with his two wives again, and felt uncomfortable.

How can there be any reason to fly over and give yourself two knives?

So he took the initiative to get closer to the door, not wanting to stand too close to those two people.

The two women at the round table got permission from Shang Hao, and then they started to move freely.

Among them, a woman named Xiang'er, who was dressed elegantly and luxuriously, took the initiative to walk to Zhu Jue's side.

And made a gesture of invitation, motioning for him to sit on the chair next to the round table over there to rest.

Zhu Jue waved his hand politely, saying no.

Xiang'er suddenly said: "You don't have to be so restrained, the treasure house is not in this world, the exact location has always been known only to him, and he will not come back in a short time after he leaves."

Zhu Jue felt suffocated after hearing this.

I wondered what she meant by this, and why did I feel that there was something in it?
I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that there is such a hint.

He involuntarily moved a little further away from her.

This is a joke about life, but you can't take it!

Seeing his appearance, Xiang'er smiled.

This smile is so bright and moving, even if a hundred flowers bloom, it is not as bright as a smile.

But in Zhu Jue's view, there was a trace of loneliness and unnaturalness in this smile.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Xiang'er's red lips parted slightly, "There's no need for this, I just want to chat with you for a while."

"Xiaohua was gentle this time, and swallowed you without chewing you up. A complete outsider is very rare here."

"We can't go out either, we can only hope to understand the outside world through people like you."

Zhu Jue was taken aback.

Could it be the big mouth that Xiao Hua was referring to?
But just now I heard Shang Hao say that Xiang'er Xiaohua is here.

I thought the other standing woman was Xiao Hua.

Xiang'er hooked her hands, and Zhu Jue's body flew over involuntarily, and sat firmly beside her.

She really lived up to her name, exuding an intoxicating fragrance all over her body.

The scent of flowers that I smelled when I just entered the door came from her.

Zhu Jue tried his best to control his mind, for fear that some strange thoughts would come out of his mind.

Xiang'er seemed very casual, and took the initiative to start the conversation, "How is it outside, what year is it now?"

"Is Xianwuzong still there?"

Hearing this name, Zhu Jue finally turned his attention back.

Shaking his head, "It's long gone, isn't that something from ancient times?"

Zhu Jue was still surprised that this person actually knew the name of Xianwuzong.

That is the real ancient sect. If it is not for some research on this aspect, I really can't answer it.

But thinking about that man's life for so long, this woman might not make too much of a difference as his wife.

She looks like a young woman in her twenties and eight years, but inside she is probably a long live old woman.

When Xiang'er heard Zhu Jue's words, her eyes suddenly dropped.

His expression was a little lonely, "Really, after all, I couldn't..."

"Forget it." She blinked, and suddenly approached Zhu Jue.

The distance is very close, and the aroma is tangy.

Then his eyes wandered over Zhu Jue's body for a while, as if he wanted to see his whole body through his clothes.

The tone was slightly playful: "Are you curious about everything here?"

"If I can make my sister happy, maybe I will tell you all about it."

(End of this chapter)