As the night became deeper, the little maid sitting on the bed chatted with the young masters and ladies for a long time, from the south to the north of the sea, from the most expensive clothes in the Jinxiu Pavilion in Guyang City, and from the seven peaks of Qingyun.

Then I talked about tomorrow and the future. I talked about the four little maids tomorrow. I should show my face to the Murong family and talked about how to manage the families in Guyang City. But no one talked about when Shen Lang would leave. It seemed that everyone was deliberately avoiding that topic.

There was no talk of leaving, but we had already started talking about reunion.

"Young Master, when will you come to Guyang City again after you have participated in the auction?" Biyun asked while helping Shen Lang pinch his shoulder.

Everyone was silent for a moment, looking at him with anticipation, waiting for his answer.

"Uh..." Shen Lang thought about it carefully, but did not say any accurate days, because in fact, he himself didn't know when he would come to Guyang City.

In recent days, the activities of the Demon Sect have become more and more frequent. Although he has always dreamed of being a carefree little person who is lingering in the world, if the door to the Freedom Realm is really opened, then a new Demon Lord will be born.

At that time, maybe even if the whole continent is in turmoil, it will be difficult for him to find any paradise on earth.

According to Shen Lang's plan, after returning this time, he must devote himself to practicing. If the righteous path and the Demon Sect are constantly traversing, he might also participate in it and put some effort into Qingyun, performing tasks or something.

So, Shen Lang really couldn't be sure when he would come to Guyang City next time.

But Shen Lang would not tell these worrying questions, let everyone worry with him, so he raised his body back and leaned on Biyun very comfortably, and said relaxedly: "When the peach blossoms in Guyang City are the most beautiful, I will come back!"

"When is the most beautiful time for peach blossoms to bloom?"

The four innocent little maids began to wonder what kind of season the peach blossoms were in full bloom. Now it is August, and how many days will there be before the next peach blossoms bloom.

Then they suddenly realized that peach blossoms bloom every year, but how can they be considered the most beautiful time?

Does it mean when you are shy and waiting to bloom, or when the flowers are in full bloom? Or the flowers of one or two peach trees are not enough to call it beauty. So what if you plant the entire Guyang City with peach blossoms and turn Guyang City into a Peach Blossom City?

If this is the case, the peach blossoms are blooming all over the city and the fallen flowers are colorful. One day in the future, their young master will come back on the petals on the ground in that gorgeous rain of flowers?

Maybe that day was really beautiful, right? It was so charming, so desirable, and so out of reach.

Shen Lang didn't know what the innocent little maids were thinking, but just leaned on the girl and sniffed the faint body fragrance on the girls. He felt very comfortable and comfortable, and joked casually: "Or, wait until you are all ripe."

"Young Master, leave us more thoughts." Biyun suddenly said.

"I miss you? What kind of miss you?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

"Well... it's when you're not here, so we can always think of your thoughts." Bi Yao said seriously.

Qingmei seemed to have thought of something to each other. She was helping Shen Lang pinch her arms. She suddenly raised Shen Lang's hand, put it between her lips and kissed him, and looked at him provocatively, "You just said that when we are ripe, then we are already ripe. Do you want to try it?"

"Cough cough..." Shen Lang coughed twice awkwardly, looked at the four sisters surrounding him, and unconsciously touched his nose, as if he wanted to see if he had bleeding noses. He thought to himself that these four little girls were getting more and more bold.

Just as she was thinking, it seemed that because Qingmei set a precedent, Shen Lang did not stop it, which seemed to be easy to bully. The more bold the three little girls were not willing to be outdone, and they all came forward, pressed his arms without saying a word, grabbed his itchy spots, and then took the opportunity to kiss his face and neck.

"It's been rebellious!" Shen Lang, who was caught off guard, turned over from the bed, glanced at his wife, and said viciously: "Wife, I want to teach them a lesson, what do you think?"

"Well... I dare to kiss my man. Is this going to compete with me for a man? I should teach you a good lesson." Xia Qianye deliberately looked stern, but said a joke: "Don't they know that my man is very strong in that aspect and most people can't stand it? Let's go and let them taste the power. I can just take a little longer tonight."

"What a shame!" Shen Lang responded, and rushed towards the four little maids like a lion fighting a rabbit.

"Ah... Master! We were wrong!"

"Miss, help me! Your man is going crazy."

The little maids were shocked and fled from the top of the bed like frightened fish. Qingzhu Qingmei even timidly walked behind Xia Qianye, as if she had found a safe harbor.

But Xia Qianye grabbed them and said with a wicked smile: "You dare to fall into the trap, tell me, are you ill-treated with my husband? Do you want me to nod and let you come in as a concubine?"

Xia Qianye was just joking, but after all, her relationship with Shen Lang was there, so when this sentence was said, even if she was joking, it would have a bit more majestic.

Qingzhu Qingmei only thought it was Miss Xia who took it seriously, and said repeatedly: "I dare not, I dare not, the young master belongs to the young lady, and we must not have too many inappropriate thoughts. Now we are the young master and the young lady's personal maids, and we only need to be the young maids in the future, so we are very satisfied."

"Well, then what did you want to do just now?" Xia Qianye continued to ask.

"Just..." Qingzhu said with a red face: "You and the young master are leaving, so we want to leave a seal as a souvenir..."

"Seal?" Xia Qianye rubbed his eyebrows, thinking to himself why these 17 or 18-year-old girls had so many innocent ideas. However, just as she was sighing at these times, Qingmei, who had always been bold, suddenly kissed Xia Qianye, "Miss! Don't escape! At worst, you and the young master will punish us again afterwards. Anyway, we have to stamp this seal."

"Hey..." Xia Qianye wanted to say something else, but the bold little maids rushed over and completely left behind whether they would be punished for doing something wrong, or even how to punish them. They completely took the initiative and pulled the bed sheet and got together with their ladies. They kissed some places on Xia Qianye, which was a stamp.

Shen Lang looked at the messy bed sheets on the bed and watched the five women marching and fighting, which was a little fun and a little ugly. He felt aroused in his heart and rushed forward and said, "Stamp? Where did the slave stamp the master? You really want to rebel! Even if it is stamped, it will be this young master stamping you."

"What else? You want me to leave a thought, right? Then I will leave you with unforgettable thoughts..."
Chapter completed!