I, a minor character, fell into the Shura field of the heroine and the villain

After she thoroughly understood the notes, she immediately made improvements to some of the combat puppets in her hands.

To her surprise, the puppets she had improved could carry more weapons while being lighter, making their movements more agile. Consequently, the puppets' combat effectiveness had increased by orders of magnitude.

If her top combat puppets before could only exert the strength of the Golden Core Stage, after being improved, some individuals even broke through to the combat power of the Nascent Soul Stage.

With the addition of these Yuanying stage puppets, the civil war in the Qianshang Alliance became one-sided.

When the servants employed by Madam Huang saw that the situation was hopeless, they all dropped their tasks and left the woman.

In the end, the bloody struggle within the Qianshang Alliance over the right of inheritance ended with Mrs. Huang committing suicide.

In the following period of time, Qin Lingxuan relied on these Nascent Soul puppets to eliminate the remaining old party members of Madam Huang.

From then on, the Qianshang Alliance was firmly controlled by Miss Qin.

This time she came to Chuanliu City, not only to express her gratitude to the master and apprentice, but also to discuss cooperation with them.

Miss Qin has never liked owing favors to others.

They arrived at Chuanliu City in a mighty procession.

It was much earlier than what she had said when she contacted Luo Xueqing before, but she didn't intend to bother them so late at night.

The Thousand Merchants Alliance delegation had already booked an inn to stay in. However, Qin Lingxuan was so excited that she was afraid this night would be a sleepless one.

She had to think about how to expand their business in River City in the future.

Not long after Miss Qin led the delegation away, a small figure sneaked out of the flying boat.

It was a little boy dressed in women's clothing. His features looked a bit effeminate, he was thin and small, and his skin was very fair. Unfortunately, his developing Adam's apple betrayed his gender.

He sneaked into the darkness of River City and hid in an inconspicuous alley.

After confirming that there was no one around, a wriggling black shadow emerged from his body.

"Ah, this is where Qin Yue failed."

"That woman Fang Quan hasn't made things messy enough here. Let me see how I can do better than her. Hehehe!" The dark shadow laughed sinisterly.

Even the little boy Nian Yuan'er couldn't help but shudder when he heard it.

Chapter 280 Why can’t I marry them all?

Early in the morning, Zhao Kangping emerged from a sea of ​​white jade arms. He sat up and looked at the messy bed and the three girls with terrible sleeping postures.

He arranged them one by one and covered them with quilts.

He got off the bed and before he could stand firmly, his left foot tripped over his right foot and he stumbled and almost fell. Fortunately, he managed to steady himself in time.

The saying that lust is like a sword hanging over your head is indeed true.

"Days like this are both painful and happy." He held his old waist and was glad that he had held on.

He quickly tidied himself up and walked out of the room.

On this day, the maids in the City Lord's Mansion were training the fifty or so maids who came later and teaching them their future work content.

In fact, what they have to do is not complicated, it mainly involves some etiquette in dealing with people.

At first he thought that more than fifty maids were a bit too many.

But Dongfang Jingrou told him that part of the process of the City Lord's succession ceremony would be held in the City Lord's Mansion. At that time, many people would visit the mansion and someone had to be responsible for receiving them.

Zhao Kangping didn't see the secretary, so he went to the house where she lived to look for her.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response, so he pushed it open and went in.

As a result, he ran into the woman who was getting dressed, but she was already wearing outer clothes, so he didn't see anything he shouldn't see.

Actually, I've seen it before, so there's nothing new about it.

"Asshole, how can you come in and out of a girl's room so casually." The woman turned her back in shame and anger. After putting on her coat, she sat down in front of the dressing table.

Yesterday, this guy forced her to sit on the desk in the study, next to the bookshelf, and on the tea table.

After the tossing and turning, he pulled her back to her room. On the way, she was afraid of being seen.

As a result, I actually met two maids in the corridor.

The two of them let go of each other's hands and pretended not to know each other well.

When the two maids greeted her, she was extremely nervous, afraid that she would be exposed.

Fortunately, she remained calm and showed no abnormality.

I just don't know if the two maids smelled anything.

Whenever she thought about it, she felt embarrassed.

I had clearly planned to reject this stinky man harshly, but he succeeded again and again.

What made her feel most resentful was that he only stayed with her until the first half of the night yesterday, and she didn't even know when he left.

But what could she say? For now, they could only proceed secretly.

This feeling is not bad. It is a kind of diversion in the secretary's long and boring life.

Seeing the woman was about to comb her hair, Zhao Kangping snatched the comb from her hand and said, "I know how to do this."

He is not bragging, he really knows how to comb women's hair and braid some simple buns.

In order to pursue his master, he learned many things, such as cooking, painting, playing several musical instruments, and some handicrafts.

Although he hadn't combed a woman's hair for many years, this didn't pose any problem for him.

However, Dongfang Jingrou thought he was fooling around and fought with him for the comb.

At this time, her hair was loose, which looked good, but women of this era were more accustomed to tying their hair into a bun.

He held the comb high, and she reached out to grab it, but couldn't reach it, so she jumped up and tried to snatch the comb away.

In the process, the two of them inevitably touched some soft spots.

After a jump, Zhao Kangping flipped his wrist and switched from left hand to right hand, leaving her empty-handed. As a result, she stepped on Zhao Kangping's foot when she landed.

"Hi!~"

He cried out in pain.

The woman didn't just step on him, she also crushed him hard and punched him in the abdomen.

Then he lost his balance and fell backwards.

Before falling to the ground, he pulled the woman down with him.

She just fell into his arms and used him as a cushion of flesh.

The touch of the woman's warm and soft body leaning against him almost made his heart flutter.

Fortunately, he was still in the state of a saint, otherwise he would have been so arrogant that she would have been speechless.

"Why are you so violent?" Zhao Kangping still felt a dull pain in his abdomen where she had punched him. He put his arm around the woman's slender waist to stop her from getting up.

As he spoke, he was about to get closer to the woman's face.

How could she not know what he wanted to do? She immediately covered the lower half of his face with her hands, trying to push him back.

But it was not that easy. The two pushed and shoved each other and rolled on the ground.

"Click~"

Suddenly, a crisp sound made the two of them stop.

At this time, Zhao Kangping was pressing down on the woman, and his hand holding the comb was cushioned under her body.

The crisp sound came from the wooden comb in his hand.

When they got up and looked, they saw that the comb had indeed broken into two pieces.

"It's broken..." The woman looked at the broken wooden comb with a bitter look on her face.

The material of this comb is very common and it is a common item that can be found everywhere.

"Is this comb important?" Zhao Kangping was not sure whether this comb had any special meaning to her.

"It's nothing, I've just been using it for almost 30 years and I'm getting attached to it," the woman said nonchalantly.

This also made Zhao Kangping feel relieved. He thought that this comb was a gift from a good friend and it was of commemorative significance.

In fact, Zhao Kangping's guess was correct.

Once upon a time, when she was not yet Suzaku, she had a good sister in the same group. That sister and she ate and lived together, went through thick and thin together, and their relationship was very good.

Later the girl was sent on a secret mission.

As a result, he left and there was no news for many years.

When they saw each other again, she had become a demon cultivator who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

That woman turned to the devil for the sake of a male cultivator, and even swung her sword at her former sister.

Dongfang Jingrou once asked the other party if it was worth it for him to become like this for a demon cultivator?

The former sister smiled sadly, raised her sword and told Dongfang Jingrou the answer.

However, her answer was to use all her strength to unleash thousands of sword lights, intending to kill Dongfang Jingrou.

It turns out that decades of sisterhood is not as good as a few years of getting along with a demon cultivator. This is her answer.

Dongfang Jingrou was very disappointed with her, so she ended her life with her own hands.

This comb was the only gift the woman had given her that remained, and now it was broken.

But Dongfang Jingrou was not sad about this at all, instead she felt relieved.

Zhao Kangping tried to reattach the broken comb, but it was old. It wasn't just the broken part; it had a lot of wear and tear, so even if it was repaired, it wouldn't look very good.

After thinking it over, he said, "How about I buy you a new one?"

As soon as these words came out, Dongfang Jingrou immediately looked at him with a strange look.

Then her jade-like face was stained with a faint blush: "Please don't give it to me. Do you know what it means when a man gives a woman a comb in the secular world?"

Zhao Kangping didn't quite understand this. He had spent his childhood cultivating. Although he had been traveling around as an adult, he didn't pay much attention to folk customs and etiquette.

The woman also saw that he was not good at this, so she said, "When a man gives a woman a comb, it means they will grow old together. It can only be given to his future wife."

"First you gave me rouge, then a jade hairpin, and now you want to give me a comb. Can you still marry me openly?"

"Also, the Holy Lord is here. You can't possibly not marry her and want me instead, right?"

She is no longer a girl who can be easily deceived, so she does not believe in men's sweet words.

Compared with a woman as stunning as the Holy Lord, what is she, Dongfang Jingrou?

Wanting her to fight the Holy Lord? This wasn't even an option she would consider.

So she would rather just be sneaky like this.

Zhao Kangping really fell into thought about the woman's question. After a while, he said, "Why can't I marry them all?"

He was so shameless and greedy that the woman wanted to slap him to wake him up.

She looked at him with disdain: "Unless your cultivation surpasses the Holy Lord one day, then you can make such big claims."

Dongfang Jingrou subconsciously forgot that the man in front of her had returned to the Spirit Transformation Stage in just one or two months after losing his cultivation.

That's incredible speed anywhere.

When that day finally comes, how will she feel?

Zhao Kangping wanted to comb Dongfang Jingrou's hair, but she refused to do so and pushed him out of the room.

In fact, his strength was one major realm higher than hers. If they really fought, she would definitely not be his opponent.

But he didn't have the nerve to refuse, so he didn't stay with the woman any longer.

Afterwards, Mr. Zhao went to visit Aunt Yun again.

Aunt Yun was not in the yard this time.

Aunt Yun wouldn't wander around, she must be in the house.

But after it became Aunt Yun, Zhao Kangping would no longer enter and leave her boudoir at will.

At the door, he lingered for a long time without knocking.