These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

How can they be entangled together?

Wei Tu tried to show a repentant look in his eyes.

Mu Xitong, standing in front of him, ignored him completely. Her face was cold, and even her eyes were terrifyingly icy.

Ran Xinxue, who was standing next to her, was touching her thigh with her toes.

Wei Tu impatiently pushed her foot away.

Ran Xinxue sneered, then casually glanced at Mu Xitong in front of her.

"That's enough. I'm just giving you a chance to learn and observe, and you're making it sound like you're holding a court session. Is that really necessary?"

Mu Xitong stared coldly at the other person.

"Learning and observing? Ran Xinxue, if you're any more shameless, I'm still sleeping and you're all outside..."

Ran Xinxue chuckled, "Then you should come out a little later, then you'll be able to see the real spectacle."

Wei Tu lowered his head. Forget it, let's give up on repentance. We might as well just destroy the world. This woman is beyond saving.

It's not just harming itself anymore; it's harming those around it too.

"You still think you didn't do anything wrong, huh!"

The chill emanating from Mu Xitong was almost penetrating her body.

Ran Xinxue nodded matter-of-factly, "What did I do wrong? Love between men and women is a natural thing."

"This is Medicine King Pavilion! This is my territory!"

Mu Xitong said angrily.

Ran Xinxue pondered for a moment, not intimidated by the other party's imposing aura, but thoughtfully said, "It seems that I am the sect leader of Yuanjian Sect. In essence, everything that belongs to Yuanjian Sect belongs to me. So... Medicine King Pavilion is also essentially mine. Do I need your permission to play with men on my own territory?"

This theory was simply impeccable; Wei Tu felt he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

But then he realized a terrifying fact: this woman seemed to have leveled up and become even more terrifying.

When facing herself, she always appears very passive, and countless reasons can be easily overturned by herself, or she can find loopholes.

But now... it seems everything has changed. The servile woman before him, who had no dignity, has become an imperious patriarch.

Mu Xitong was almost trembling with anger.

"Then why don't you go play on the sword-training ground?! Just let everyone see clearly, since you're so shameless!"

Wei Tu raised her arm. "Sister Xitong, could you... please not use the word 'we'? I still have some self-respect."

"you shut up!"

"Oh."

Sure enough, there was absolutely no room for me to interject.

Ran Xinxue continued to poke Wei Tu's lower back with her toe, but the boy seemed to have lost his faith and did not react at all.

She glanced at Mu Xitong, "What can I do if he doesn't want to... Besides, does it matter whether you have a sense of shame or not? You're still a virgin, is it because you care about your reputation?"

"... dyed with fresh snow!"

"Aren't you going to call me 'sister' anymore?"

"boom!!"

Then Wei Tu had a vague feeling, but nothing he dared to imagine happened.

Mu Xitong stretched out her fist and punched Ran Xinxue.

This punch was filled with anger and was powerful and forceful.

Wei Tu was startled.

Because the momentum was just too strong.

Unfortunately, Mu Xitong is not the type of person who cultivates for combat, and her combat strength is just average. Although Ran Xinxue's Dragon Slayer Realm is not particularly powerful, it is just enough to deal with Mu Xitong.

Wei Tu then saw that Ran Xinxue simply reached out and caught Mu Xitong's fist with ease.

She even stood up slightly and pulled Mu Xitong's arm into her arms.

Mu Xitong seemed to lose her balance and inevitably lunged towards Ran Xinxue.

Ran Xinxue pulled her into her arms and turned around. In an instant, Mu Xitong, who was standing in front of the two of them, was knocked to the ground by Ran Xinxue.

She looked down at Mu Xitong, whose face was flushed red with anger.

"Oh dear, it seems you can't do anything about me. My sister is still my sister."

Mu Xitong struggled angrily.

"Let me go!"

Ran Xinxue shook her head. "You won't even call me 'sister,' and you expect me to let you go?"

"you……!"

Mu Xitong's struggles became even more resolute and frantic, and Ran Xinxue really couldn't hold on to her.

Then Ran Xinxue came up with a good idea. She looked up at the boy next to her.

"What are you standing there for? Hold her down!"

Wei Tu was stunned. How did she get dragged into this again? Isn't this a war between the two women?

"I?"

"Wei Tu, how dare you!!"

Mu Xitong shouted angrily.

Ran Xinxue retorted directly, "Otherwise what? Do you want to watch her boss us around and lecture us? We need to make her behave and take control of the situation ourselves!"

The idea of ​​dyeing fresh snow is very persuasive.

At least looking at Mu Xitong struggling on the ground, her clothes gradually becoming disheveled, Wei Tu did have some thoughts.

He moved slightly.

Mu Xitong panicked. She couldn't even handle Ran Xinxue, let alone Wei Tu... What would become of her?

"Wei Tu!"

The boy glanced at Mu Xitong and said in a low voice.

"Sister Xitong, don't be afraid. I just want you to calm down."

"If you lay a hand on me, you're dead! You're aiding and abetting a tyrant!"

Ran Xinxue sneered, "We've always been a pair of adulterers, why not just say we're in cahoots? Hurry up! I can't hold you down any longer! Once you're under control, you can do whatever you want with us, what are you hesitating for?"

What are you going to do?!

Mu Xitong was completely panicked.

Because she really saw Wei Tu come to her side and then press down on her struggling legs, she could only try to straighten her back.

But how much strength can the waist have?

Ran Xinxue stood up abruptly, grabbed her hands, and straddled her waist.

Now, all Mu Xitong could do was roar; she couldn't even move her body slightly.

With her entire body restrained and having lost most of her strength, Mu Xitong was panting heavily.

"What...what do you want? I'm not angry anymore, okay? Let me go..."

Ran Xinxue smiled smugly.

"Begging for mercy now? Too late. I don't even want to think about what awaits you, Wei Tu!"

"...?"

Wei Tu, who was behind him, looked up. Ran Xinxue turned around and looked at him, then revealed a bewitching smile.

"Turn her over."

"what?"

"Didn't you understand?"

"I understand."

"Then I'll count to three, two, one..."

"it is good."

"Huh? Wait a minute!"

"Three! Two! One!"

Mu Xitong didn't have a chance to argue.

Ran Xinxue suddenly stood up, then let go of her hand, and almost simultaneously with Wei Tu, turned Mu Xitong over so that she was lying face down on the ground.

At the same time, he immediately reached out and pulled Mu Xitong's hands back to his own, locking her movements in place.

Good grief, it's really locked now.

Mu Xitong lay humiliated on the ground, her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and Wei Tu sat on her buttocks.

"You... ah!"

Mu Xitong wanted to say something harsh, but...

She suddenly felt a chill on her bottom... her skirt had been lifted up.

30. A comeback, and another comeback!

The flames are burning.

A room for three people, in strange positions.

Wei Tu found tonight quite magical. If it were just him, or if Ran Xinxue were replaced by someone else, he would probably be endlessly scolded, then forced to admit his mistakes, and then agree to some unfair terms.