The sword cultivator ascended to the modern age

In the lounge next to the door, dresses and suits were scattered on the floor. Two people were fighting fiercely, and a rapid ringtone suddenly rang.

Zhai Shuqin paused and suddenly woke up. He suddenly realized that he was still at the Shen family's banquet. He seemed to have sprayed something on Shen Yi just now.

At this time, a pair of delicate white long legs hooked his waist, instantly interrupting his thoughts, and then the warm and fragrant jade-like body pressed against him again. Tang Youqi opened his eyes slightly and spoke in a low and charming voice, " Don’t go…”

Zhai Shuqin looked down at the person under him. Her face was flushed, her body was delicate, her hair on her forehead was messy with sweat, and her whole body seemed to bewitching and attracting him like magic.

Zhai Shuqin's eyes darkened, and he leaned over and re-entered the performance. The Shen family and Shen Yi, even the King of Heaven, had to get out of his way at this time.

Tang Youli became increasingly anxious when he couldn't get through his sister's phone. He began to call again and again, but little did he know that with the constant accompaniment of cell phone ringtones, the percussion music in the room became more rhythmic.

After a long time, the call was connected. Tang Youli was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "Sister! What are you doing? Why did it take so long to answer the phone?!"

Tang Youqi hugged his head, which was still lying on her chest and was busy, "Ahem... I met an acquaintance and chatted for a while."

Tang Youli glanced at the caller ID in confusion. It was his sister's phone number. When did his sister become hoarse? She was clearly fine just now.

He asked curiously: "Sister, what's wrong with your voice? Do you have a cold?"

"A little bit. You should go back first, be good...hiss..." Tang Youqi hung up the phone and complained to the person next to her, "Be gentle."

Zhai Shuqin gently stroked her cheek, with a flash of possessive desire in his eyes. The next moment, a delicate kiss lingered on her ear, licking and biting gently, "Sister, am I good?"

The moment he spoke, his fingers moved down. The sudden touch caused Tang Youqi to tremble slightly. She unconsciously hugged the person on her body tightly again, "Be good."

The two of them devoted themselves wholeheartedly to a new round of enjoyment.

Tang Youli was left standing at the door, holding his cell phone and looking confused. What's the situation now? Since when did his sister have any acquaintances in Beijing?

During the banquet, a waiter hurried over and whispered a few words in Shen Zhiyi's ear. After hearing this, Shen Zhiyi's face instantly became depressed. Such an expression rarely appeared on his face.

Tang Xingman saw this and asked suspiciously: "Old Shen, what's wrong?"

Shen Zhiyi waved to the waiter to let him leave first, and then asked abruptly: "Honey, did you tell me last time that your eldest brother's two children are twins?"

Tang Xingman's doubtful eyes suddenly cleared up after hearing this, with a tone of disapproval, "Oh, they are obviously twins! It's just that Xiaoqi usually dresses a little more neutrally."

Shen Zhiyi's face looked even more depressed. It seemed that he had done something that would make his wife angry.

Tang Xingman's intuition told her that something was wrong. She stared at Shen Zhiyi inquiringly and asked, "Old Shen, what's wrong?"

Shen Zhiyi picked up the wine glass on the table and took a symbolic sip of the wine. For the sake of family harmony in the old Shen family, he chose to let his son step out to block the knife. "Ahem, it's okay. Where is Xiaoyi? He hasn't come out yet?"

After his reminder, Tang Xingman was shocked to realize that her youngest son had not been out for a long time. Because she had learned from the past, she subconsciously looked for Zhai Shuqin in the crowd, and sure enough, she couldn't find him.

She grabbed Shen Zhiyi's arm and said anxiously, "Old Shen! Zhai Shuqin is also missing! Could it be..."

Shen Zhiyi really wanted to give himself a slap in the face, and he was frantically trying to make up for the Shen family's family harmony in his mind. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, "Ahem... No, you forgot that Ling Yun just went there where it goes?"

When Tang Xingman heard this, he suddenly thought of the direction Ling Yun had left just now, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, yes... I almost forgot."

Shen Zhiyi on the side also relaxed. Sure enough, neither of the two sons was reliable. He and Ling Yun still had to rely on him and Ling Yun at the critical moment.

In the bathroom stall separated from the rest room by a wall, Shen Yi leaned weakly against Ling Yun, his face flushed and his body as hot as fire.

His eyes were blurred, and he was tugging at Ling Yun's clothes, "Ling Yun, I'm hot."

Ling Yun looked at the necklace around his neck that exuded a faint aura, and knocked his hand off, "Why are you taking off my clothes when you are so hot?"

"..." Shen Yi stiffened for a moment, and a clear look flashed through his eyes. Then he seemed to have not heard Ling Yun's words and began to take off his clothes, muttering, "Ling Yun, I feel uncomfortable."

Ling Yun's expression was still as calm as water. She channeled a little spiritual power into his body, and soon the toxins in his body turned into a wisp of black smoke and were discharged out of the body.

But Shen Yi's symptoms did not improve at all. Instead, they became more aggressive. He was in a state of confusion. He almost took off his clothes, but he was still mumbling: "It's so hot. It's uncomfortable."

This time it really didn't look like he was just pretending. Ling Yun sent out another ray of consciousness to probe in. At the same time, he glanced at the necklace on Shen Yi's neck and frowned slightly. Both the necklace and his consciousness were telling her that Shen Yi was wearing something. All the toxins have been excreted, why do his symptoms still remain like this?

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor. Ling Yun waved his hand, and several layers of thick barriers were instantly covered outside the compartment.

Several guests who had clearly drunk too much helped each other into the bathroom. One of them stared at the ground with drunken eyes, "Hey, which one of you has lost a button?"

"That's true..." The other person lifted his foot drunkenly, and there was also a button under his foot.

Ling Yun's eyebrows moved slightly, and he raised his hand to stop Shen Yi from taking off his clothes. If he continued to do so, there would be supernatural events in the bathroom.

The cold touch made Shen Yiyi sigh. A huge ice cube suddenly appeared in his semi-confused eyes. He couldn't help but move closer to the ice cube. Maybe it was his imagination, but he always felt that the ice cube was shaking slightly. , dodged his first wave of posts.

Ling Yun's eyes briefly stayed on him for three seconds, then he reached out to grab the coat on the side, covered his head, and said without looking away, "Bear it."

However, she still underestimated Shen Yi, or she overestimated the space area of ​​this compartment. Even if the view was blocked, Shen Yi's long arms casually wrapped their arms around Ling Yun's waist.

After finally holding the ice cube, Shen Yi narrowed his eyes in comfort. He lowered his head and nibbled on the ice cube without much thought. Unfortunately, the coat on his head was too much in the way, and his offensive failed again.

Ling Yun's face was sullen, and the cold air radiating from his body could freeze people into ice sculptures, but for Shen Yi now, it was simply a blessing. He only felt that the ice in his hand was more comfortable.