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Jiang Luo suddenly had a bad feeling and thought, could it be...that kind of place?

The next second, Fan Wujiu confirmed his guess: "Yes, it was a brothel. You actually took me to a brothel. Hahahaha, how old were you at that time? Oh, probably less than 19 years old, still looked like a teenager."

Jiang Luo was so upset, he thought to himself, what was I thinking at that time? Why did I bring this thing to a brothel?

But he thought again, that old guy was very lustful back then, and was eager to learn about the things between the two sexes, and it seemed that there was no place to learn except in the brothel.

But he was very curious, isn’t a brothel a group of girls?

How did he go astray and fall in love with himself?

Could it be that there were already pretty young prostitutes in brothels at that time?

Jiang Luo didn't ask, as it felt a bit like asking for humiliation, because Fan Wujiu had already started to act dishonestly, with his hands lingering around his narrow waist.

Fan Wujiu's hands were very big, and with a tight squeeze he could hug his waist. This might have something to do with his height, as he also had big hands and feet and was very strong.

Jiang Luo slowly closed his eyes. He was a little dazed at this moment and couldn't help but shout, "Husband, can you be gentler?"

The word "husband" instantly softened Fan Wujiu's mood. He hugged Jiang Luo and whispered in his ear, "Okay."

Jiang Luo reacted and thought that Fan Wujiu, like his other consciousness, would never be able to resist the call of husband.

Jiang Luo turned around, looked into Fan Wujiu's eyes, and said, "Whose mask do you wear today?"

Fan Wujiu chuckled and replied, "I made it myself. Do you like it?"

Jiang Luo thought that he was quite handsome, but still looked lifeless and not lively at all, not as pleasing to the eye as Huo Yancheng's face.

Fan Wujiu saw what he meant and said angrily, "Don't compare me with him!"

Jiang Luo wondered if he had gotten himself into a jealous rage again.

So he couldn't help but tease, "Huo Yancheng's face is still the most handsome, or you can shape yourself into his appearance! This way, I may not have such a psychological burden when I go to bed with you."

Fan Wujiu could no longer bear it, and immediately transformed himself into the bearded Uncle Fan, and said in a calm voice: "I won't let you have your way! I want to burden you psychologically! I will also turn myself into this ugly old man and let you be humiliated and abused!"

Jiang Luo: ...

Oh my god, what is he talking about, did you know that the feeling of being abused is the ultimate sexual fetish for some beautiful women.

Jiang Luo couldn't help but feel a little excited. He looked up at the man's face, which had suddenly changed, and asked tentatively, "Uncle, are you serious?"

Fan Wujiu felt his body tighten and thought, could you please not scream like that in bed?

He hugged Jiang Luo and whispered in his ear: "Try to scream again..."

Jiang Luo took a step back and said, "Uncle...you...don't do this..."

Fan Wujiu was so stimulated by the call of "uncle" that his head was dizzy. He grabbed Jiang Luo's slender waist hard and pushed him down on the bed with the force of a mountain and a river.

That night, Jiang Luo suffered the consequences of teasing a madman. He shouldn't have shouted so casually, and his voice became hoarse afterwards.

When I fell asleep, there were traces of tears in the corners of my eyes.

When I woke up the next day, I saw spots all over my face, even the sides of my neck were not spared, and even a turtleneck sweater couldn't cover it.

Jiang Luo looked at the mark with a headache, thinking that he should carry a concealer stick with him in the future, otherwise he would be the one who would be embarrassed if this continued.

He turned to look at Fan Wujiu, who was lying on the bed and looking at him calmly. He thought that he was quite relaxed, so he asked casually, "Why don't you take a shower?"

Fan Wujiu was also very curious and asked, "Why do you want to take a bath?"

They all have cultivation skills, so things like taking a bath can be solved by just snapping their fingers, unless they want to soak in a hot spring and enjoy a divine life.

Jiang Luo was also slightly startled, and then said: "I don't want to forget that I am still a human being."

Fan Wujiu disagreed with his words: "Human? Humans are indeed the most intelligent creatures in the world, but God is the master of all spirits. What's so good about being a human?"

Jiang Luo said: "Are more than 90% of the gods and immortals in this world cultivated by humans?"

Fan Wujiu thought for a moment and said, "That's not wrong. Although it hasn't reached 90%, it's almost there. The remaining 7 to 8 percent are mountain spirits. Mountain spirits generally don't take the path of cultivating immortals. Even if they get guidance from a noble person, they can only be a local mountain spirit at best. Only one in a hundred miles can cultivate into the right path."

Jiang Luo said: "That's it, ask those human cultivators, who doesn't miss their homeland?"

How many people are like you, born and raised by nature? All the mountains and rivers are your hometown. No, they are your parents.

Fan Wujiu said, "I don't understand human thoughts. When I was born, my father had already died. Before he died, he only told me to look at the mountains and rivers when I missed him. But these mountains and rivers cannot be mentioned or moved. Even though he left me so many legacies, I can't really feel them. On the contrary, it was only after you came that my huge palace became lively. Is that the way to describe it? You humans are really troublesome. No matter where you go, you bring the human atmosphere with you. You also brought a lot of human friends who are dead or alive, making my palace like a market every day. To be honest, I was quite annoyed at first..."

Jiang Luo thought about it and realized that this seemed to be his character. He would always bring Yuan Haokun and Lin Shishuang with him wherever he went. He must have had more friends and followers in his previous life.

Jiang Luo tidied his clothes, and Fan Wujiu snapped his fingers, and the unconscious clone appeared on the ground again.

Looking at the clone lying on the floor all night, Jiang Luo chuckled and said, "How should we deal with him?"

Fan Wujiu said: "It's up to you, it depends on your mood!"

Jiang Luo thought for a moment and said, "Take him with you and follow me to the next door."

Fan Wujiu disliked this dirty clone. He snapped his fingers again, and the clone opened his eyes, but with a blank look in his eyes, he stood up and followed Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo nodded slowly, took him out of the room, and knocked on Xiao Shuai's door next door.

Xiao Shuai didn't sleep much last night because he heard the noises from next door all night. Although he knew that hotels like this were always visited by couples and had the feel of a love hotel, he really didn't expect that everyone was doing it so intensely.

And one of the voices came from Jiang Luo's side, and it was clearly Jiang Luo's voice.

At first he thought it was Huo Yancheng who came, but when he opened the door, he saw Jiang Luo and a bearded uncle.

There were several kiss marks on Jiang Luo's neck, which showed that he was indeed busy all night last night, but with whom?

You can't be with this uncle in front of you, right?

Although this uncle looks quite handsome, he is far inferior to Huo Yancheng.

He immediately shook his head, thinking that it was impossible. Jiang Luo would not abandon a handsome husband like Huo Yancheng and run out to have an affair with an ugly uncle.

Jiang Luo didn't notice the confusion on his face, and pointed behind him and said, "Come, I'll put this thing on your bed, and you can say that he knocked on your door in the middle of the night last night."

Xiao Shuai was shocked and asked, "Jiang... Jiang Luo, you didn't spend the whole night with him... with him... that thing?"

Jiang Luo: ????

He was also shocked and asked, "Why do you... have such an idea?"

Xiao Shuai said: "I...I heard you last night...you you you you, oh I won't say more, you experience it yourself!"

Jiang Luo's face turned red instantly, and he immediately denied it: "How could it be with him? This disgusting thing can't even get on my bed. I'm going to vomit if he gets close to me."

Xiao Shuai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, if it’s not a clone, then who could it be?

At this moment, Fan Wujiu hugged Jiang Luo's waist tightly, pulled him into his arms, kissed him on the lips and said, "Why? When you called me husband last night, you didn't have this attitude. Are you afraid that others will know of my existence? I can accept that you can't give me a name, but you have to at least acknowledge my identity, right?"

Jiang Luo:……!!!

He thought to himself, Fan Wujiu, you are really dramatic. Did you act like this in front of the gods before?

Looking at Xiao Shuai again, the expression on his sword turned red and white. He couldn't believe that Jiang Luo was such a person.