Ziyun was stunned, and the saint was stunned.

The two looked at each other for several minutes, but Ziyun was still shy and looked directly at her eyes, as if she hadn't seen the saint, but her eyes were staring at the saint's soft breasts hugging outside the bucket, and said in confusion: "Huh? Where is the saint? People are not here."

Ziyun pretended to be around the room, stretched his head and looked into the bucket, thinking to himself, he had a good figure and fair skin.

"Hey, there is no one, then I'll leave." Ziyun sighed and turned around and left.

The saint's breasts fluctuated violently, and their eyes almost spit out of fire.

Ziyun is so shameless, so shameless.

But I can't say anything now. If I say something and make a sound, wouldn't it prove that I was indeed seen through by Ziyun?

"Bang,"

Ziyun closed the door and hurriedly patted his own heart, pounding and thumping.

This is simply not something that humans can tolerate. How thick-skinned it takes to walk around the saint, and then pretend to say that there is no one in the room?

No one can do this, only Ziyun can do this.

It’s not your fault to be thick-skinned, but if you have such a thick-skinned face and don’t seek benefits for yourself, this is your fault.

Now Ziyun is seeking benefits for himself, a great benefit.

Most people can never do it.

He pressed his ear against the door, and heard the sound of dressing inside, Ziyun's mind emerged. The scene of the saint wearing clothes with annoyed expression on his face, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"Stay calm, keep calm, let's sit still and don't mess up," Ziyun thought to himself.

"Farting, Liu Xiahui is definitely fake, I don't believe it. You can still be calm when you sit in your arms, maybe Liu Xiahui is a eunuch." Ziyun cursed in his heart.

If you know Liuxia Huiquan, you will definitely curse, you are the fucking eunuch.

But even if Liu Xia Hui really knows if you really scold him, Ziyun won’t know.

Moreover, Ziyun doesn’t want to become a eunuch, so of course she won’t be Liu Xiahui anymore.

["You little bitch, you really treat me as a eunuch." Liu Xiahui's ghost cursed with hundreds of small stars on his head.]

"Who is outside?" The saint's voice sounded in the room.

The sound was a little ups and downs, not as calm as before.

"Fengyun Valley Ziyun." Ziyun suppressed the panic in his heart and said hurriedly.

"Come in." The saint said lightly.

Ziyun then pushed the door open and saw that the bucket was covered by the curtain. The saint was sitting on it, looking at Ziyun with a flushed face and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know that the saint is here. I just found out today that I came to see you, and I had a new dream. I learned a war song, and I came to tell you." Ziyun said with a cold sweat on his palm.

"Oh? I learned another war song?" The saint's face changed, and she no longer had the flush she had just now, and she asked seriously.

Ziyun nodded in disappointment when she saw the saint's face turning into a normal look.

The saint still looks good when her face is flushed.

It tastes good.

It’s like some red wine is miserable in white wine, but it looks fragrant.

"Let me tell me." said the saint.

Ziyun then said the battle song, and as the saint's expression became more and more serious, he felt more and more boring.

Seeing that the saint didn't say anything, Ziyun said, "Then I'll take it back first."

After saying that, the saint still didn't say anything, Ziyun turned around and walked outside.

I feel lost and can't see the way when I walk.

"Plop."

Ziyun staggered and his body fell into the bucket where the saint was bathing just now.

The water in the bucket is quite warm, even, huh, the body fragrance of the saint.

"Wow, you, what are you doing?" Even though the saint was strong in concentration, she couldn't help but scream, pounced on her, and was about to pull Ziyun out.

Ziyun hurriedly poured out of the bucket and exposed her head. When she met the saint, she rushed over angrily and grabbed Ziyun with both hands.

Ziyun hurriedly dodged, reached out and grabbed the saint's hands and said, "His Majesty, I didn't see the road. Sorry, sorry, I'm lucky that you haven't taken a shower yet, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, Ziyun let go of the saint's hands, jumped out of the bucket, and was about to run out.

"Stop it." The saint shouted hurriedly.

Ziyun stopped and said helplessly: "What's the matter with the saint? I really didn't mean it,"

"How can you go out like this?" the saint stomped his feet in a hurry and said.

Ziyun turned around and said impatiently: "Then what do you want me?"

Didn’t you just look at your body? What’s wrong with you? What else do you want?

"You shameless person took off your clothes and put on clean clothes." The saint said angrily.

"Why am I shameless?" Ziyun said angrily.

Although you are shameless, you cannot say it out.

"You, change your clothes." The saint said angrily.

"Do you have men's clothes here?" Ziyun asked in wonder.

"No." said the saint.

"Then what I'm wearing? You can't let me wear your clothes, right?" Ziyun shrugged and said.

"You,..." The Saint was really angry.

If Ziyun just lets go out like this, with her clothes wet, being seen by someone, and walking out of her room, what will I do in the future?

But why do you have other clothes here? It’s only your own clothes.

You can't let Ziyun go out wearing his own clothes.

"You, wait for me here, I'll go out and get you a piece of it." The saint stomped his feet and said.

"Oh, okay." Ziyun nodded and said.

"You, find a place to hide it." The saint said again: "If I don't come back, you can't come out."

"Okay, I'll go under the bed." Ziyun looked around, and only the only one could hide under the bed, and said to the saint.

"It's okay to hide anywhere, don't let others see it anyway." The saint said angrily, turned around and walked out.

Ziyun curled her lips and had to get into the saint's bed.

"Damn, saint, wait. I call tolerance, man's tolerance." Ziyun said angrily.

The saint walked out and calmed down his excitement. He was worried that someone would go in when she came out and found Ziyun, wanting to find the man's clothes as soon as possible.

I met Chrys.

With a calm face, he came to Chrys' side and said lightly: "Get me the clothes that men wear."

Chrys was still anxious that Ziyun went to the Saint's room and had not come out yet. Now that the Saint has come out, Ziyun has not come out yet.

The saint asked for the man's clothes again, and was surprised and asked in confusion: "Saint is he going to...?"

"I want to modify it and go out and have a look." The saint said lightly.

It's reasonable.

Chrys could only nod and dared not ask, and went to get his own clothes.

But this is the clothes that the saint wants to wear, so it can't be worn by others.

This requires custom-made new clothes.

According to the size of the Saint, Chrys asked the tailor to make it quickly.

Tailors can only speed up production.

It is really difficult to be fast and not careless, and it is so busy that people are in chaos.

Ziyun was lying leisurely under the bed, and the door was pushed open with a creaking sound.

Ziyun thought that the saint should be back and was about to come out, but she heard someone say in confusion: "Huh? What is Zhao Xianya doing?"

Ziyun's mouth twitched, it turned out to be Hua Xian'er's voice.

"How could Hua Xian'er come here?" Ziyun thought in confusion.

"Hmph, Zhao Xianya seems to have just finished taking a shower." Hua Xian'er continued, followed by the sound of Hua Xian'er walking.

"Huh? Why does it still have the smell of a man?" Hua Xian'er sniffed her nose and said in confusion.

Ziyunxin said, you are a dog, your nose is so sensitive.

However, Ziyun is now not afraid to show off, for fear that Hua Xian'er will know that she is here.
To be continued...