Leaving the understatement, Ye Chunqiu and the Supreme Old Mother have gone far away.

Several believers were full of awe and fell to the ground, muttering to the backs of the two immortals: "The Supreme Ancestor, the Supreme Old Mother has infinite magic power."

Cai Zhen looked at each other with these core members, then looked at the corpses on the ground, and the Shouning Hou who had already fainted from fear. Their faces had long lost their color. Cai Zhen's face was ashen, and gritted his teeth again, and said trembling with anger: "Clean up here and bury Master Ma Xiang quickly."

A believer could not help but say, "The Immortal Lord Cai Tanzhu means to drag him to feed the Immortal Lord of Dogs."

Cai Zhen was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the believer with a pious face and then looked at the other guards. Most of the same expression was the same, all with a pious face.

He had to take a deep breath: "Oh, then feed the dog." Then he turned around and left.

When Ye Chunqiu returned to the temple, he realized that the supreme mother looked at her with even more awe.

He closed the door first and said without a doubt: "Take off your clothes."

This is true for people. When they have the first time, they always get used to the second time. The supreme mother dared not hesitate, so she took off her dress obediently. Her body seemed to be less attractive than the screen in front of Ye Chunqiu. Ye Chunqiu just pursed her lips, as if she was thinking.

After the supreme mother got into the brocade quilt, he got up, put her dress against the windowsill, opened the door, and said to the little maid who was waiting for the order outside: "Go out to pass the message, and I said that this immortal master would refine elixir here, so that they could prepare a large copper furnace. Well, there are some alchemy materials, and you can also send them together."

This requirement is very reasonable. Don’t all immortals need to refine alchemy? I am busy and bounced around.

Looking at this innocent little maid, Ye Chunqiu felt a little sad, and then suddenly became full of anger. He never felt that Cai Zhen and the supreme mother were abominable. This feeling of disgust made him clench his fists. At first, his idea might be to save himself and his father, but later, he thought of taking Shouning Hou and taking him away so that he could prove his innocence. Now, his eyes are narrowed, and a trace of murderous intent is flashing through his eyes. All these evil people deserve to die.

He casually blocked the doors and windows with all the tools. The supreme old mother was wrapped in a brocade quilt and shivered, and couldn't help but say, "You you want to refine elixirs."

Ye Chunqiu said impatiently: "Don't talk to me." Then he sat aside, closed his eyes and rested.

This contemptuous sentence pierced the heart of the supreme mother. She had never seen anyone look at her so despicable, wanting to sneer to protect her self-esteem, but found that it was ridiculous because the other party had never even given her a look at her.

I saw him squinting his eyes and sitting at the table, as if he was planning something. Although he was sitting, he seemed to be a javelin that was about to be stabbed out at any time. He still had blood on his body, but he didn't care. The Japanese sword was still hanging from his waist, with only coldness on his face.

After a while, the maid came back and said she had already given instructions. Ye Chunqiu opened the door, smiled at her gently, and said, "Well, thank you, oh, and, go find a bathtub, soap beans, put some hot water in the room."

The maid said in surprise: "Does the Immortal Lord take a bath here? There is a bathroom there."

Ye Chunqiu wanted to laugh in his heart. If I went to the bathroom, wouldn’t this supreme old mother run away? Then his death date will come. He pursed his lips and looked at her with a narrow glance. Looking at her innocent and pious face, he seemed to have touched something in his heart. After a moment of convulsion, Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, “Ah, you forgot that I am the Immortal Lord, I want to practice the Dharma with the supreme old mother.”

The little maid suddenly understood that the Immortal Lord, no matter what he did, it would always be different from ordinary people. She nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice: "Yes, yes."

Ye Chunqiu praised her: "He is so well-behaved and sensible."

The maid went there happily.

When the bathtub and hot water were all sent in, Ye Chunqiu tied it up and began to take off his clothes and bathe, soaked in this bathtub, feeling the water temperature, Ye Chunqiu's nervousness suddenly subsided.

The supreme mother hid in the brocade quilt and did not dare to look up.

Ye Chunqiu was too lazy to pay attention to her anyway. He was so disgusted with such a woman that he took a comfortable bath. Ye Chunqiu came out of the bathtub without hesitation and ordered: "Wash my clothes and dry them in the room."

The clothes are covered in blood and naturally need to be washed.

The supreme old mother came out and looked at Ye Chunqiu. Ye Chunqiu was as if no one was around, but her face was majestic and inviolable. She only felt that Ye Chunqiu was getting more and more excessive, as if in his eyes, she had become a pig or dog, but his words did not have any tone to question. The coldness had already made the supreme old mother feel trembling and she was a little scared.

Thinking of his ruthlessness to kill Master Ma Xiang, his cruelty to attack Master Cai, and his noble attitude towards him, she did not dare to disobey him, so she had to roll up the brocade quilt, obediently take Ye Chunqiu's clothes to the edge of the bathtub, and wash with the soap bean. Ye Chunqiu was already a little tired. Faced with these evildoers, he simply fell on the couch and fell asleep.

The supreme old mother bent down and wrapped the quilt tightly around her. Tears were already in her eyes. Listening to Ye Chunqiu behind her, she felt extremely aggrieved and hated her. She carefully washed the blood on her clothes. When the clothes were washed, she carefully put the Confucian shirt and Lun towel on the lamp stand to dry. Ye Chunqiu on the couch was still asleep. At this moment, she began to fight against heaven and man. Should she escape? Just rush out.

Go, the little thief is dead, and he can escape from birth. He doesn't have to suffer such humiliation anymore. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. When Ye Chunqiu's snoring became more and more urgent, she finally felt relieved. She hurriedly held the brocade quilt. At this moment, she just wanted to leave and hide far away, so she tiptoed to move the furniture that reached the door. Suddenly, a terrible sound came from behind her, but the devil-like voice was slow: "Are you leaving?"

She paused for a moment, and she felt like her acupuncture was lit. She didn't dare to move anymore, and even lost the courage to look back at Ye Chunqiu.

Ye Chunqiu continued to make peace and said leisurely: "If you leave, you and your fellow disciples will tear me to pieces. Oh, my mother, you might as well go out and try it."

The supreme old mother's heart suddenly collapsed, tears fell, and tears slashed across her cheeks. She hurriedly wrapped in a brocade quilt and hid in a corner on the side sobbing.

To be continued
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