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"Despicable." Guixue's voice was cold and trembling.

He clenched his hands tightly and endured.

Dan Jun's eyes were cold and evil with hatred, and a short weapon fell out of his sleeve.

Guixue stepped back, leaning her back against a tree, sweat dripping from her forehead, clutching the tree with her hands, feeling uncomfortable all over.

He looked at the things in Dan Jun's hands, and understood what he was going to do, definitely not kill himself with a stick.

"You forced me to do this. Today I will make you unable to live or die, and lose all dignity. I will use what I have in my hand to humiliate your body and make you extremely painful."

There was evil in Danjun's eyes, he stared at him covetously, and approached him step by step, like a wolf that only wanted to eat.

"Stay away from me." Guixue gritted her teeth, forced luck, and issued a weak blow in her hand.

Dan Jun didn't dodge, endured his attack, and continued to move forward, with the short stick in his hand pressed against his chin.

Guixue's jaw hurt slightly, and she raised her hand to slap him away, but Dan Jun held his wrist tightly and did not move at all.

The short stick in his hand broke his belt easily from top to bottom, and his clothes instantly became loose and leaky.

Dan Jun grabbed his clothes tightly with one hand and pulled hard, the coat was instantly torn off and fell to the ground.

Guixue still did not give up resisting him, controlled her body, and did not give in to him.

"Up to now, you have always refused to beg me for mercy. As long as you are willing to relax and accept me, the initiative is yours. If you want to punish and indulge, how can I resist you?"

Dan Jun looked at his neck, looked at his chest.

Finally, is he going to attack this body? His hand trembled towards his collarbone, and the thing in his hand continued to slide down his chest.

Suddenly, there was a wind blowing all around, and a sharp breath flashed from behind.

Dan Jun was slightly taken aback, but before he could react, he kicked towards his temple with one foot.

Too late to react and dodge, dizzy with stars in his head, he fell to the ground.

This foot was small and exquisite, slightly rough, wearing straw sandals, and stepped heavily on Dan Jun's face.

"A prostitute, you should be destroyed." Her voice was loud, sonorous and powerful, full of air, which made people feel very safe.

I saw that the visitor had an extraordinary bearing, with tall hair, a silver dragon mask on his face, sharp eyes, and tight red lips, which implied awe.

Carrying a big knife on his back, he was wearing black clothes with red petals, showing half of his armored arm.

Lifting one foot to step on Dan Jun's face, showing wildness, domineering and chic.

"He's self-defeating." Guixue looked at the person coming, breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, became more impatient, and took a step forward.

Hearing this, the mysterious female swordsman raised her foot and kicked Dan Jun's face suddenly.

Danjun's face was in great pain, his face was ashamed, and he passed out.

The female swordsman stomped her feet, using her strength on the ground, turned Dan Jun over, tied a ribbon to the stick in his hand, hit him, and sent him flying several steps.

"Pervert, it should be like this." The female swordsman said sharply, and then walked towards Guixue with bold steps: "What's wrong with you?"

"Xiaolang, luckily you showed up in time, thank you very much." Guixue's voice was soft, suppressing the desire to rush forward.

The female swordsman stretched her hand close to his body to examine him.

Guixue felt strange, and suddenly stretched out her hand, tightly holding the hand of the female swordsman.

"Huh?" The female swordsman had a strange look in her eyes.

"Xiaolang, I think..."

Guixue held her hand tightly, her face flushed slightly.

"Presumptuous." The female swordsman's eyes were angry, and she said immediately: "You have been poisoned by sex."

Yi Xiaolang pulled out his hand and left quickly, followed by Guixue.

As they walked, the two came to a cave in the forest. Seeing that there was a place to hide her shame, Guixue hurriedly pushed Xiaolang vigorously, pushing her into the cave in the forest.

The middle study room of Shen Yuexiu Courtyard in Shen Mofu.

Shen Yuexiu sat on a chair, put her hands on the table, and read a book seriously.

Gan Yang stood aside, staring at him with angry eyes, wondering if his second young master had taken the wrong medicine, or was he overly frightened,

Shen Yuexiu looked at it for about half an hour, then raised her head slightly: "You keep looking at me, keep looking at me."

"You are looking to see if you are possessed by a ghost." Gan Yang said.

In his eyes, Shen Yuexiu has never been a studious person. He has been like this since he was a child. He only studied for a while, and then he never came into contact with it again.

Because of his outstanding talent and extraordinary spiritual power, Shen Fu didn't say anything.

In the early years, he only focused on experience and traveling, and his achievements were outstanding. Everyone already thought he was very powerful, and ignored what he should do at his age, and he was lazy and successful because of this.

"Without supervision, it can better reflect my self-consciousness. I know you don't want your adoptive father to be here. Because he is here, you will restrain yourself and not be so fierce. I miss him a little bit." Shen Yuexiu said.

"Your heart is darkened by reading." Qianyang frowned, and he actually grabbed his own weakness and threatened himself.

"You look very angry, anger will make you lose your mind, calm down." Shen Yuexiu told him in a mature tone.

"Can I beat you?" Gan Yang clenched his fists tightly and took a step forward.

"No." Shen Yuexiu said.

At this moment, the voice of the Palace Master coming from the entrance of the courtyard came, and Shen Yuexiu sat on the chair, very calm.

Gan Yang looked left and right, took a book casually, checked that it was not reversed this time, took it in his hand, and sat on a chair beside him.

Thanks to the panacea Shen Yuexiu gave him, he was able to recover so quickly.

The young master walked in, followed by Li Yuan who was wearing a whip around his waist.

The young master glanced at Gan Yang indifferently, but Gan Yang's attitude was cold and arrogant, and he ignored him.

Li Yuan's hand casually touched the whip on his waist, Gan Yang nodded slightly as a greeting.

Li Yuan seemed to feel that the angle of the whip was uncomfortable, so he adjusted it slightly.

"You go down first and move freely in the yard." The young master said.

"This is also called freedom..." Ganyang said in an unhappy tone, as if realizing something, snorted, slammed the book on the table, and walked past the young master.

"Brother, Palace Master, go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, and tell me why you are here." Shen Yuexiu sat up slightly, put one hand on the table, and picked up a book with the other hand: "If the guess is right, you should is for……"

"Speak well." The young master interrupted his speech with cold eyes and a sharp voice.

"Assassin." Shen Yuexiu's voice gradually weakened, she put the book on the table and stood up, then walked towards the young master.

The young master brushed shoulders with him very naturally, sat down slowly, with an elegant posture, not angry but mighty.

His eyes turned down, and he closed the book with his hands. The title of the book fell into his eyes.

"Learning history..."

"Li Yuan found all such books and burned them." The young master said coldly.