Return of the Immortal Emperor: The Villain Empress Becomes Mother-in-Law

The hidden mountain is outside, and the dragon is under the mountain.

Vans one after another, transported nearly a hundred boxes of Feitian Moutai, and moved them into the villa one by one, filling the entire living room.

And He Danqiu, who was wearing a charming cheongsam and black high-heeled shoes, stood at the door and pointed to the group of unloading workers and said indifferently: "Be quick, unload within half an hour, and each person will add an extra hundred!"

The workers were sweating profusely, but from time to time, they glanced at her with lewd eyes, all of which were the long legs that were looming under the cheongsam.

If the seductiveness brought about by the practice of seduction is excluded, Guanghe Danqiu's appearance is also one of the best ceilings on this earth.

Her pear-shaped figure is even more attractive like an unpicked honey fruit.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is simply impossible to resist.

And He Danqiu seemed to enjoy this look very much, and he didn't bother with them. Instead, he pretended to be careless, shaking his thighs, matching the cheongsam with slits, which was even more mouth-watering.

As for why she bought so many Feitian Moutai and piled them up in Tang Xuan's home, the reason is also very simple.

Ever since she learned that Tang Xuan got the fairy body, she didn't want to fall behind this old enemy, so she simply didn't even go back to Shashi, and moved all her luggage from the hotel.

She planned to stay in Tang Xuan's villa without leaving her face.

Since this bastard is not willing to have sex with her, she will try to use some means, and she doesn't believe that he can resist it.

To do this kind of thing, there is no pressure at all for her, the female fairy emperor.

She, He Danqiu, was already known as the "Emperor Charming" in that fairy world, not to mention that the other party was Tang Xuan, the most outstanding man in that fairy world for hundreds of millions of years.

You can't do it hard, but come to the soft head office, right?

"Little bastard, come back tonight, I'll let you see what this emperor is capable of." He Danqiu looked at his cheongsam with a charming smile on his lips.

On the side, a worker happened to pass by carrying several boxes of Feitian Moutai. Seeing this smile made his whole body feel hot.

……

Fuxi Boxing Gym.

Hearing what Tang Xuan said, Zheng Ansheng paused slightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes wrinkled: "What do you mean? This body quenching holy liquid is a priceless treasure of my Fuxi Boxing Gym. How could it be a waste of money?"

"I'm not talking about it itself, but the process of refining it!" Tang Xuan said coldly: "There are too many impurities in it. If I guessed correctly, what wrong method did you use during the refining process?" , discarded the most essential part, but chose the part with most impurities!"

"If I were to refine it, every drop of it would be more effective than this bottle, even more than ten times!"

Zheng Ansheng couldn't believe it: "This holy liquid was personally refined by an alchemist hired by my Fuxi boxing gym with a lot of money..."

"Fucking alchemist!" Tang Xuan said with a disdainful smile: "If I refine this spiritual liquid, the physical body of your eldest disciple may not be weaker than the Dao King powerhouse by now."

On Zheng Ansheng's mature face, there was a touch of disbelief: "What you said is true?"

Tang Xuan said lightly: "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

After speaking, he threw the spirit liquid back in his hand.

Zheng Ansheng frowned, hesitated for two seconds and said: "If it is true as you said before, then I will take you to meet him, it doesn't matter."

After finishing speaking, he called Zheng Fuhao and whispered a few words in his ear.

Zheng Fuhao frowned and glanced at Tang Xuan, hesitantly said: "Master, he is an outsider, is this..."

"Presumptuous!" Zheng Ansheng scolded: "Mr. Tang is now the chief grandmaster of my Fuxi Boxing Gym, is it your turn to question?"

"Chief Grandmaster?" Zheng Fuhao's face changed slightly when he heard this title, he probably understood something, and respectfully said to Tang Xuan: "Sorry, I offended you."

Tang Xuan didn't care about these cumbersome etiquettes, he just wanted to figure out one thing now, where exactly this spiritual liquid was extracted from.

After listening to Zheng Ansheng's words, Zheng Fuhao pushed his wheelchair and walked out of Fuxi Boxing Gym.

The three of them got into the car together and drove to the rural suburbs south of Jingzhou.

This is the place where the local residents of Jingzhou lived in the past. Urbanization has not affected this place. Some old people live here to support their lives. There are also some young people who went to the countryside to do farming and set up farms here. The ecology is protected. very good.

Zheng Ansheng told Tang Xuan on the road that his Zheng family had rooted in Jingzhou for generations, and he was also a well-known landlord in this town.

This time, the place Tang Xuan was going to take was the Zheng Family Ancestral Temple.

After driving around on the township road for nearly half an hour, the car stopped in front of the Zheng Family Ancestor Temple.

As soon as Tang Xuan got out of the car, he saw a magnificent archway. The words "Zheng Family Ancestral Hall" stood on the stone plaque. The decoration was even more grand than that of Fuxi boxing gym.

Surrounded by Chunchun streams, it can be seen that it is a treasure land of geomantic omen.

"Please."

Zheng Fuhao raised his finger to the inside of the ancestral temple, but did not step in.

"Mr. Tang, please excuse me." Zheng Ansheng said.

Tang Xuan then understood the general idea. It is estimated that this ancestral hall, even this eldest disciple, is not qualified to enter.

He stepped forward, pushed his wheelchair, and walked into the ancestral hall.

After crossing the archway and entering the lobby, Tang Xuan saw a shrine table with hundreds of memorial tablets enshrined on it, as well as a folded piece of clothing from hundreds of families.

Hundreds of pieces of cloth have been stitched and mended on it, and some bloodstains that have completely dried up can even be seen.

Zheng Ansheng raised his cloudy eyes and said softly, "Mr. Tang, please light a stick of incense for me."

Tang Xuan was not polite, picked up a stick of incense on the table, raised his hand to light it, and handed it to Zheng Ansheng.

Zheng Ansheng stood up from the chair, his legs trembled after being straightened, but he still held the incense stick, placed it three times, and inserted it.

Tang Xuan knew that the owners of these tablets were all apprentices who died for the country without hesitation under the order of Zheng Ansheng.

It is worthy of respect.

After Zheng Ansheng finished setting off the incense, he didn't say much, and sat back on the wheelchair and said, "Mr. Tang, push me to the backyard."

Tang Xuan pushed the wheelchair and asked suspiciously: "Your legs are not very sharp, why do you use a wheelchair?"

"It's just that there is still power left, it's already at the end of the battle." Zheng Ansheng said with a chuckle: "That year when I went to the battlefield, in order to sew the clothes of hundreds of families, I was hit by more than a dozen bullets in the leg. ,I am afraid……"

After finishing speaking, he lifted up his trouser legs, revealing a pair of calves, which were densely packed with bullet holes, and the muscles had shrunk a lot. They looked very leaky, and even the bones in them could be seen.

Tang Xuan glanced at it. These legs were probably already useless at that time. It was indeed the accumulation of psychic fluid that kept it in this state, allowing it to walk on the ground occasionally.

Entering the backyard, Tang Xuan paused and froze in place.

In front of him was a towering Bodhi tree, the leaves on it were all withered, and the branches were as old as a centenarian.