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Fu Guigui then quickly returned to the Purple Bamboo Restaurant using his Qing Gong. Along the way, he no longer had the mood to enjoy the scenery. Regardless of whether it was the pretentious eunuch or the beautiful Palace Maid, in his eyes, all of them were f * cking pig heads at that moment!

When a person was about to be eliminated, a lot of things that they were interested in became eyesore. Wealth is in this state now. He even forgot how he knew the way back. It was as if he didn't pay attention to the direction of the road when he went out. He was just strolling blindly. They strolled through the day.

He opened the door and shouted, "We are back!" "The voice disappeared from the room in an instant and did not reply at all." Isn't he here? " Wealthy people muttered in their hearts. With a few leaps, he searched the room and confirmed that there was no one here. Could he have gone to the princess girl's place? That was the only place she could go. Even the empress of the palace couldn't run about so easily, not to mention a little Palace Maid like her.

He didn't feel excited at all. He even suspected that if Bao Yue was in front of him right now, she might be interested in playing around.

How should I face it?" He had been a fake eunuch for such a long time, and a few pretty girls had also gone up. If they were to escape at this time, it would not be a hundred times over. But this didn't seem to be his style? Furthermore, although he had been to a few beauties and had broken quite a few places, if he was allowed to leave like this, he would be reluctant to part with those beauties.

Did he really want to meet such a woman? If the Princess Wenlin was the most upright snow lotus on the highest peak in the Outer World, then the Consort Hu would be a peony in the arms of a man that lived in the mortal world. He really couldn't tell who won or lost. Even Yu Fei, who had been flirting in the cold palace, was slightly inferior. [Since I met such a woman, does she really think that she is someone who will give up?]

But what about my life? Hmmm! Didn't that Old Eunuch already know that he was a fake eunuch? He had heard from him that he had to protect someone with all his might, and that person had already guessed that it was the emperor's elder. F * ck! The Emperor must have known what he was doing. But with his identity, it would be hard for him to say it wasn't? However, since he had asked to be the emperor's bodyguard, then she would have a chance to turn the tables on his own identity. Even if Consort Hu found out that she was a opportunist in the imperial harem, she should have been cut into pieces. But when she reached the Emperor Ren De, he would still have a chance to keep his life.

En, I don't need to be scared because of an unknown danger. I can't sleep well and I can't eat well. The key was still that Consort Hu woman, if she took her, not only would she be able to keep her secret forever, she would also be able to do whatever she wanted in the whole palace. If she couldn't take this woman, if she pestered the old emperor to take his life, or cut off his wine. He was still in big trouble.

The Emperor would never offend the Consort Hu, a serendipity, for the sake of a bodyguard that could be mass-produced like him. Although the production cycle is rather long. However, compared to that, she was still worth sacrificing herself! The feeling of being rich and rich that had just relaxed once again rose. God damn it!

Fugui reached his hand out and took out the martial arts manual that the Old Eunuch had left for him. When he took out this book, he thought of the Broken Water Blade Art that Yu Fei had given him. He had almost memorized all of the Old Eunuch's secret scriptures. There was no need to churn. It seemed that looking at the golden silk in his hands, Fugui's eyes rolled around. He closed his hands and put the silk away. The color of his face deepened and powder started to float down from his hands. Of course, these powders were the secret scriptures of the Yin Yang Scripture that the Old Eunuch had given him. Since he had already memorized it, wouldn't it be clear that he left a secret manual for others to steal? He had never heard of it before. A man's wealth was his own crime. Wealth and nobility didn't want to be people with hidden strength.

He casually dusted off the powder in his hands and took out the Broken Water Blade Art manual. Well, I don't know how much Hua Zi understood, but that fool probably didn't understand much. No matter what, it was more important for the men to keep their lives. Worse comes to worst, I can teach you a little bit later when I have an incident. At that time, you might even thank your grandfather with tears in your eyes. Yes, that's it.

Last night, Zhang Xuan had only skimmed through a few pages and was already astounded by the prowess of the saber art. However, after reading it carefully, he was once again astonished! F * ck! Was there really such an overpowered and abnormal secret manual in the world? This was almost completely different from cultivating the true meaning of life. No wonder the emperor had taken him to the palace. It was just that it seemed that this patriarch of the Emperor Ren De had the foresight to casually toss away such a peerless secret manual, and leave it in the hands of a cold palace concubine in the end. If he hadn't met her, he would have been dead meat. On the other hand, if the emperor was really so smart, how would he be able to survive? He had probably thought of Tang Xuan Sect: The world has been set. I have toiled for half my life, it's time for me to enjoy myself.

Enjoy yourself well. If you don't enjoy yourself, men won't be able to be carefree like this. Wealth slowly incorporated the saber art into his mind. He began to practice the moves in his mind one by one. He sometimes wondered if his brain cells were too powerful. This was because in his previous life, he had always liked to play many things in his mind, then imagine their meanings and connections, and then obtain nourishment from them. There were even some sports activities that he tried to imitate and think too much about. When he came into contact with these sports again, he could feel the obvious improvement.

He began to execute the saber-arts one by one.