Chapter 1101: Grand Master, why are you blushing?

After Shang Wuhuan arranged a room for Yang Yiyun and Monkey Funny, he bounced out, and Yang Yiyun was also preparing to take a break. Since the realm of cultivation, there have been too many twists and turns for a whole day, and he is also tired.

Yang Yiyun fell asleep in a daze, but he heard a knock on the door.

"Uncle Grandmaster Huan'er please see me."

Shang Wuhuan's voice sounded outside the door.

Yang Yiyun opened his eyes and said, "Come in."

The next moment Shang Wuhuan walked in, but when Yang Yiyun saw her, his face turned red.

Because Yang Yiyun saw Shang Wuhuan wearing a white dress and long hair cape. He had obviously just taken a shower. The key is that Yang Yiyun saw that she was in a vacuum!

The scene almost didn't make Yang nosebleed.

Then an even more embarrassing scene appeared. I saw that Shang Wuhuan was holding a brassiere, hood, or purple in his hand. He held it in his hand and asked Yang, "What kind of clothing is Uncle Grandmaster? It's very strange. I will get it." I don’t know how to pass it. It’s a gift from Uncle Grandpa. If you want to come to Uncle Grandpa, you must know. Can Grandpa Uncle tell me how to pass it?"

Yang Yiyun's old face was instantly red, and he couldn't help but cough.

How should he answer?

Is it possible to say, I will help you wear it?

At this moment, Yang is really suffering, but he can only smile bitterly, because he also knows that the nine women of Shang Wuhuan have been sealed in the Star Gate for five thousand years and have not been in contact with the outside world. They are so simple that they are more than white paper. pure.

The only thing left in the entire Star Gate was their gang of women, not a single man. For thousands of years, there was only cultivation. How do you know other things?

Besides, this thing is something that Yang brought from the earth. It is a very advanced clothes. It is normal for Shang Wuhuan not to know it.

At this moment, Shang Wuhuan looked at Yang Yiyun and whispered softly, "Hey~ Master Uncle, why are you blushing? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Cough cough cough~"

Yang Yiyun could only cover up his embarrassment with coughing. At this time, he could only blame himself for being careless. Why didn't he know to take it out and take a closer look when he sent the clothes?

Now that's all right, how to deal with Shang Wuhuan is a big problem.

He is not a saint after all, and Shang Wuhuan is also a first-class beauty, especially when she appeared in her room in a vacuum after taking a shower, it was simply torment for him.

The flames in the lower abdomen are almost erupting, which is really uncomfortable.

It’s not enough to look at Shang Wuhuan’s little clothes with a serious face. He can only cough and answer: "Ahem, that...that you are holding is a kind of underwear...that is from your girls. Dudou, cough cough cough~"

After Yang Yiyun said what he said, he felt that his strength was almost exhausted. It was really very bad. Now he just wanted to let Shang Wuhuan go out quickly. If he didn't go out, he estimated that he would be unable to control it and be a beast. Up.

At the moment, the lone man and the widow are in a room, and the topic they are talking about is super ambiguous. For Yang, it is his life.

But Shang Wuhuan is a blank piece of paper.

Yang is the first person of the opposite **** she has come into contact with in thousands of years. The opposite **** attracts each other and is universal in any place and any world.

"Dudou? What is dudou?" Shang Wuhuan asked abruptly, with a look of innocence.

Yang Yiyun is going crazy.

Not only did I start to curse Li Fengyu in my heart, but the women in Shang Wuhuan didn't know about women. Couldn't Li Fengyu teach?

But when I think about it, I'm relieved. Li Fengyu probably hasn't thought about these problems, because after being sealed for thousands of years, survival is a problem, so what is the mind to teach a few women other things.

All they think about is cultivation, desperate cultivation, and then break the seal and go out after the cultivation base becomes strong. That's it. As for other things, it may be taken care of or slightly by Li Fengyu, the nine-woman master sister. Up.

Facing Shang Wuhuan’s questioning, Yang Yiyun really didn’t know how to explain it. He smiled awkwardly and turned off the topic: “Huan'er, why do all nine of you have the same surname? The names are almost the same? Can’t all nine of you be the same? Compatriot mother, right?"

The simple Shang Wuhuan was not like Yang's diversion of the subject. When facing Yang Yiyun's question, he answered seriously: "Return to Grandmaster Uncle, we are all orphans, and the peak owner of Baihua Peak is our master’s surname Shang, named Shang Wu. Love, so we all followed Master’s surname Shang, as for the name, Master Li Fengyu helped us name it.

In the words of Sister Sister, in the long years of the seal of the Star Gate, the most depressed, she hopes that we will be happy and optimistic one by one, so we have our name. For example, my name is Shang Wuhuan, Sister hopes to be happy. Le, another example is Shang Wuqing. She is young and old, and she is named the word sunny for a sunny day. I hope her every day is like sunny day..."

Shang Wuhuan answered earnestly, and Yang Yiyun also listened earnestly. He felt pity for a few women, and it was indeed difficult to get past the thousands of years of isolation.

At the same time, Yang Yiyun finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally turned the topic away. Just thinking about finding a topic, she sent Shang Wuhuan out, telling her not to stay in her room. Yang Yiyun estimated that her Dao heart would collapse when she stayed.

The faint fragrance of a woman's body came from the nose, coupled with Shang Wuhuan's wet three thousand cyan colors and a small dress pinched in her hand, to Yang Yiyun, life is not as good as death, and it is too tormenting.

In a blink of an eye, Shang Wuhuan finished speaking, Yang Yiyun was about to speak, saying that it was late, and when he went to rest, Shang Wuhuan once again stirred up Yang's lower abdomen flame.

I saw Shang Wuhuan facing the little dress in his hand and stretched it out in front of someone Yang and asked: "Uncle Grandmaster, you haven't told me how to wear this underwear bellyband?"

"Boom~"

At this moment, Yang's head was full of roars, and his lower abdomen was completely on fire. He looked at Shang Wuhuan’s beautiful face, white neck skin, and the white long skirt under the vacuum. Somewhere under the vacuum, the long skirt will be outlined. The s-shaped body curve does not lose to the model, coupled with the small clothes in his hands, Yang Mou's mouth is dry, and he swallows hard.

Taking a deep breath, his eyes burst into flames and said: "Do you really want me to teach you?"

Shang Wuhuan said with a smile of joy, "Well, I haven't seen or wore such good-looking clothes for thousands of years, so I beg my ancestor to teach me."

This person Yang didn't care about the three-seven-one, closed the door with a wave, squeezed a good word out of his throat, and immediately took a step forward, waving Shang Wuhuan's clothes torn apart.

"Ah~"

Subconsciously, Shang Wu screamed. She didn't expect that Uncle Zu Shi would tear the clothes she liked.

At this time, Shang Wuhuan noticed that the ancestor uncle’s eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and her eyes were full of a look she hadn’t seen before. It couldn’t be described. If you really wanted to describe it, Shang Wuhuan felt that the ancestor uncle’s eyes at this moment Fire.

She became a little frightened, and stammered: "Zu...Zu Zun, I...I don't want to learn, okay? You look like Huan'er and scared."

Yang Yiyun had already been ignited by Shang Wuhuan at this time, and he could still stop. He held Shang Wuhuan in his arms with both hands in the depths and said hoarsely: "The girl opened the bow without turning back the arrow. Just teach you how to dress..."

While speaking, she kissed Shang Wuhuan...

"Ahhhhhhhhh..."

Shang Wuhuan was taken aback by Yang Yiyun. She was terrified. She faced the Grand Master Uncle with red eyes. She knew that her cultivation level could definitely open the Grand Master Uncle's palm, but the other party was the Grand Master Uncle. The person who gave their sisters Lingshi and their clothes was from the generation of the ancestors of the ancestors of the Xingchen Sect. They were the people whom the masters and sisters explained to serve well...

So she didn't dare to do anything to the ancestor uncle.

Then she felt Uncle Grandpa’s powerful hands grasping on her arms, and it was a momentary hot that made Shang Wuhuan's body tremble. The next moment I saw Uncle Grandpa suddenly met her mouth.

"Boom~"

There was a bang in Shang Wuhuan's mind at this moment, and he fell into a blankness. The whole figure trembled as if he had been shocked, and instantly felt weak and limp in the arms of the grand master.

"Hmm~"

In Yang's madness, Shang Wuhuan let out a whisper in his throat...

...

At a certain moment there was a scream in the room...

After a long time, silver bells rang again.

Yang's outside monkey teasing and Diao'er got together and muttered: "Big Brother Yanfu is not shallow, I really envy him."

"Squeak~"

"Touch~"

Diao'er squeaked and grinned, leaping up and teasing the monkey as a claw.

"Boss Diao'er, you're still unreasonable, and it's not that I'm romantic, what are you hitting me doing... You still hitting you, you are still hitting, can't I hide if you can..."

Hou Doudou was chased and beaten by Diao'er, left outside Yang's door, and ran into his room.