Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

If they hadn't died on the battlefield, they probably would have been tortured to the point of near death.

Dong Huangming shook his head firmly.

And like squeezing a sponge, he squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body to perform a cleansing spell on himself.

They demonstrated their choice through their actions.

Su Qing sighed dramatically and said.

"OK then."

"What a pity."

Not at all, it's not a pity!

The aloof and dignified God of War has no strength.

All I can say is this in my heart.

Early the next morning.

Su Qing has just returned to the manor.

The big loli secretly came looking for them.

"Master."

"Good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first... Oh dear!"

Not a single sentence was finished.

First, Su Qing grabbed her ponytail, which was tied with a bow, without any politeness.

The little girl involuntarily leaned back.

His already impressive chest lurched forward, nearly poking Su Qing's nose.

The girl's body odor had a sweet, milky scent that tickled the nose.

Su Qing gave her a disdainful look.

"Good news and bad news, which do you want to tell me first?"

"Lin Yiqi Si Wu (Nine) siIX Bar, tell me, tell me, I'll tell you everything!"

"Ouch, my hair is getting messed up! Ouch, ouch, ouch! Young master, I'm sorry, boohoo..."

"It's good that you know you're wrong. Knowing you're wrong means you're still our Su family's good little girl, oh no, good housekeeper."

Su Qing rubbed her chin and gave a serious evaluation.

"I'll let you go this time."

"Next time you keep us in suspense, it won't be so easy to get away with it."

"Our Su family is a noble household. How can the head steward of the family be so incompetent, huh? Do you know you're wrong?"

"……knew!"

The boy nodded his chin in satisfaction.

He let go of the big loli's ponytail.

Feeling wronged, Ruolian pulled her hair back, and it took a lot of effort for her to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

The entire Su family mansion.

To say it's out of touch with reality.

If the young master claims to be second, who dares to claim to be first?

This is a classic case of "the magistrate is allowed to set fires while the common people are forbidden to light lamps!"

So wicked.

The cunning and morally bankrupt young master Su waved his hand and said.

"hurry up."

"You have something to say."

This time, Ruolian dared not be sarcastic anymore and spoke honestly.

Chapter 389 The Iceberg of Nobody Enjoys Silky Smoothness, Goddess Meets Goddess

"Good news, Qingxuan is in your room."

"Bad news, he seems to be in a bad mood."

There was a pause.

The little girl's tone carried a hint of schadenfreude as she covered her mouth and laughed.

"Master."

"Who told you to ask others for help after you came back, but you've been nowhere to be seen all day?"

"That's... never mind, I won't say anymore!"

Just as his young master raised his hand again, a bright red slap was about to land on his forehead.

Ruolian immediately shut up and backed away, displaying her experience.

I've been beaten up too many times.

They could tell at a glance what their young master was up to.

Tsk.

Why does that sound so tragic?

Fortunately, Su Qing was in a good mood and didn't bother arguing with this little girl. She gave her a look and then walked away.

He arrived at his room and pushed open the door.

Once inside.

Su Qing was slightly shocked.

There's no way I couldn't be surprised.

The entire room was covered with strips of bandages, each about the width of an adult's palm.

It almost turned his room into a spiderweb cave.

Amidst these bandages, a stunningly beautiful blonde girl knelt.

The girl's expression was indifferent, her face like an iceberg.

A pair of glasses perched on her delicate nose gave her eyes a blend of intellect and endearment.

Her brilliant golden hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, like dazzling sunlight.

Pure, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

But these are secondary.

The problem lies in—Yu Qingxuan's "clothes".

It was a pure white bandage, exactly the same as the ones on the floor, chairs, and tables!

White strips of cloth were wrapped around the girl's shoulders, chest, waist, and even thighs.

The skin between the fabric strips shone with a pearly luster, like the finest warm jade.

Yu Qingxuan still had several bandages wrapped around her hands.

She was clumsily trying to free herself from the spiderweb-like bandages.

But it's obvious.

She overestimated herself.

After trying for a long time, I made no progress whatsoever.

Instead, it gets tangled more and more, and tangles tighter and tighter.

This posture.

Unless she uses her inner energy, she'll probably be stuck here for a day.

However, removing these...

Su Qing had no choice but to admit it.

This look is surprisingly sexy and beautiful in a unique way.

Surprisingly, it suits a goddess-like, emotionless, glasses-wearing girl very well—especially a cute, dazed glasses-wearing girl who can get lost in her own world.

I heard footsteps.

The goddess suddenly raised her head, and her eyes, which had appeared somewhat aloof and innocent behind her glasses, suddenly lit up.

"elder brother!"

Su Qing walked up to her leisurely and looked down at the goddess of Shangrao who was wearing bandages as clothes.

"What are you doing?"

Yu Qingxuan lowered her eyes, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"My brother clearly asked me for help."

"But they didn't come looking for me."

"Qingyi and Sister Ruolian said that Brother is busy entertaining people from the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect."

"I am also from Shangrao Immortal Palace."

Su Qing couldn't help but chuckle.

What is the relationship between these two?

"Then... how did you get yourself into this state?"

Yu Qingxuan was always very honest and answered every question Su Qing asked. Upon hearing this, she replied in a serious manner.

"I also want my brother to treat me."

"Sister Yan gave me an idea, saying that if I wore this new seasonal outfit, my brother would definitely like it."

"However... this one is too troublesome."

"..."

No wonder she's the proprietress of Jinxiu Pavilion.

Yan Youyu's figure can be seen everywhere.

"elder brother."

The blonde beauty was kneeling on the ground, unable to move, but she could straighten her body.

She raised her neck.

A pair of cold eyes, barely focused, held a hint of expectation.

Do you like me dressed like this?

The girl looked up at her.

A patch of fair neck was exposed.

A bandage is a bandage, after all; it's not real fabric.

The girl, who had no connections, no income, and no skills, clearly lacked the common sense to secure the bandages that had already been applied.

As a result, the bandages on her upper body loosened somewhat with her movements.

Her chest was partially obscured.

Add to that the icy beauty's innocent expression and eyes.

It's hard for people to say "I don't like it".