"Mr. Hou, I wonder who the girl in these words is?"

"The girl in the painting is fresh and refined, with a brilliant nature, which is enviable!"

As soon as these words came out, Hou Xibai was speechless. This Jie Wenlong is really a strange thing. The woman from the brothel, regardless of whether she is clean or not, is just beautiful and talented. How can she compare with the gentleness and gentleness of the wealthy lady in front of him?

He is lovely, graceful and noble, but he really doesn't understand the style and wastes natural resources.

"I am traveling this time because I want to paint all the beauties in the world on this folding fan!"

Hou Xibai looked at Song Yuhua, who was smiling coquettishly, and completely gave up struggling. Like an eggplant battered by frost, he lay listlessly on the table, breaking the jar and saying.

Song Yuhua had a strong look on her face and no fear in her eyes. She knew that she was definitely no match for the young Master Hou in front of her. If he was really rude and unruly, she would have no choice but to die.

Hou Xibai was a very talented person and was bold. He announced his family status without any cover-up.

"I have never heard of a disciple of the Demon Sect like you. Every word you speak is a Demon Sect!"

"Ms. Song, can someone send me some snacks to fill my stomach? I haven't eaten anything all day!"

Song Yuhua felt a little shy when she heard Hou Xibai call her by her given name again. She reached out and pushed a strand of messy hair behind her ears to cover up her strangeness, and joked with a smile.

"Master Hou, as a disciple of Evil King Shi Zhixuan, why do you make the great wish that the world will be white and the universe will be bright?"

Song Yuhua did not dare to overestimate Shi Zhixuan, but just said a few words, with a bit of fear and caution in his expression.

Song Yuhua stared at the three large characters above. The silver hooks and iron paintings were powerful, square and round, and penetrated into the wood. It was definitely a masterpiece of calligraphy.

"Yuhua, just laugh at me as much as you like. Anyway, my reputation as a scum of the demon sect cannot be erased!"

Song Yuhua's heart shivered. Even she had heard of the reputation of Evil King Shi Zhixuan. There was a sharpening hall among the Song clan, where Song Que retreated. There was a sharpening stone enshrined in it, with more than ten inscriptions engraved on it.

These names were all opponents that Song Que thought he could fight with. Among them was Shi Zhixuan, and he was ranked in the top three among these names, ranking higher than the great master Ning Daoqi. This shows how terrifying and powerful Shi Zhixuan is.

Disciples of the Demon Sect have always claimed to be disciples of the Holy Sect, while Demon Sect is a disciple of Buddhism. From this point of view, Hou Xibai, a descendant of the Demon Sect, is really not dedicated enough.

"Master Hou's calligraphy is not inferior to that of Wang Youjun, he is a treasure!"

Wang Youjun is Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy. Wang Xizhi entered the officialdom with the help of his family, and served successively as secretary Lang, governor of Jiangzhou, prefect of Kuaiji, and general of Youjun. He was known as "Wang Youjun".

When Song Yuhua heard this, she felt a little shy, her face flushed, and she lowered her head in silence. There was no sound in the room for a while, and it was extremely quiet, which made people panic.

Song Yuhua took out a breath of fragrance and glanced at Shi Qingxuan in the painting. There was a touch of loss and sadness in her eyes. She would never be able to live like this in her life. She could only spend time quietly in the luxurious cage of Duzun Castle.

Time wears away, the appearance becomes withered, and freedom is hard to come by.

"Young Master Hou has clear eyes and is not a villain!"

"It turns out she is Young Master Hou's junior sister!"

Hou Xibai had an aura of great ambition and compassion, and was so heroic and majestic that it made Song Yuhua's heart tremble and she couldn't control herself.

Song Yuhua moved his head slightly closer, lowered his head to look at the folding fan, and murmured curiously and seriously.

"Your cooks are very good at cooking. This is the best pastry I have ever eaten in my life!"

"Hakumei fan?"

Song Yuhua nodded and went downstairs. Hou Xibai actually didn't stop him and let him go. Song Yuhua let go of the last worry in his heart. He summoned the maid Bilan and asked her to send some exquisite pastries. He carried it upstairs.

Didn't get away with it.

"There are rumors that Duzunbao Jie Wenlong is a romantic person. He married Miss Song, a charming lady like you, which is enviable!"

"I haven't asked you yet which sect your master is a disciple of, and who is your respected master?"

"When I sing the rooster, the world will be white, and I hope that the darkness in the world will be swept away, and the world will be white, and the universe will be bright!"

Hou Xibai's handsome face was a little flushed, and he was definitely a little embarrassed. He completely forgot about this problem and quickly made up for it.

"My master is a lunatic and cannot be speculated with common sense!"

However, for some unknown reason, although Song Yuhua felt ashamed and annoyed in her heart, she did not dislike the young master in white clothes in front of her. She lowered her head and spoke for a long time.

"My daughter's family will naturally not tolerate damage to her virginity. The worst possible outcome is death!"

Song Yuhua secretly regretted that her daughter's handkerchiefs were personal items, so how could they be used by outsiders, not to mention that Hou Xibai was still a man.

A trace of sadness flashed in Song Yuhua's eyes. She married the playboy Jie Wenlong because of her family's interests, and she felt resentful and sad in her heart.

Only then did Song Yuhua remember that she didn't seem to know Hou Xibai's origin, and then she asked aloud, with a touch of curiosity in her clear eyes.

Hou Xibai shook his head, without any awe of Shi Zhixuan, and sarcastically said.

"He is just out of his mind. He is afraid that the world will not be in chaos. He wants to see if I can stir up trouble in the world and let him enjoy a big show!"

Hou Xibai knew Shi Zhixuan's character and style very well. Most of the people in the Demon Sect were just stirring up trouble, stirring up trouble and stirring up trouble. They wished the world would be in chaos so that they could profit from the chaos. No wonder they were attacked by Taoists and

Buddhism regarded him as a thorn in his side and kept suppressing him.

Song Yuhua looked at Hou Xibai, who was complaining about Shi Zhixuan, and felt that he was really different from ordinary people. Even for a giant of the demon sect like the evil king Shi Zhixuan, no one had any respect. He had a heroic spirit and unparalleled style.
Chapter completed!