"Mr. Chen, you should reward me for presenting such a wonderful medicinal wine! Give him 100 medium-grade Spiritual Stones first! I've had my fill tonight! I'll continue tomorrow! "
Ximen Dingjun was ecstatic.
Wow! He had only taken three sips and he was rewarded with 100 medium-grade Spiritual Stones!
Chen Xiaobei could not help but feel shocked. That was 100,000 low-grade Spiritual Stones!
This Ximen Dingjun was indeed the ninth son of the Northern Wilderness Overlord. How could he be so rich?
If he sold a whole bottle of Hundred Fruits Dragon Dick Moonshine to him, he could sell it for tens of millions of Spiritual Stones! Just the thought of it was terrifying!
"Mr. Chen, please come with me! I'll give you the Spiritual Stones! "The old man walked over and said.
"Alright."
Chen Xiaobei nodded and walked out of the tent. He immediately called out to the old man. "Mr. Meng! I have something to tell you! "
"Mr. Chen, are you going to plead for Wenren Muyue? Forgive me, but I can't help her! "Old Meng had already seen through Chen Xiaobei's intentions.
"I'm not going to plead for her. Otherwise, I would've said it when we were inside." Chen Xiaobei said.
"Then what are you going to say?" Old Meng asked.
"Ninth Young Lord has not fully recovered from his illness. It's not suitable for him to have sex with women for the time being. If not, the Essence that he has worked so hard to recover will be used up again!" Chen Xiaobei said.
Old Meng shook his head. "I understand that. But Ninth Young Lord is born with a wild and unrestrained personality. Many years ago, the Temple of God's doctors advised him to stay away from women. But he did not listen. That's why he has this chronic illness."
As he spoke, Old Meng's neck and ears were slightly red. His tone was a little rough. Clearly, the effects of the Hundred Fruits Dragon Dick Moonshine had gotten to his head.
"Mr. Meng, you don't look too good. Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Xiaobei asked even though he already knew the answer.
"Quite the opposite! I'm feeling really good right now! It's because Mr. Chen's wine is just too strong! I haven't felt this way for many years! It's like I'm full of youthful energy! "Old Meng said tipsily.
"Me?" Chen Xiaobei pretended to be surprised.
"Erm …" Old Meng paused. "Mr. Chen has earned the Ninth Young Lord's favor, so I'll just say it! This old man is the Ninth Young Master's personal bodyguard. The reason why I'm wearing a mask is to fool others! "
Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "No wonder! Senior Meng, your ears and neck are all red, but your face doesn't change at all? Do you want to take care of it? To avoid suspicion? "
"Is that so? We really need to deal with this! "
Elder Meng said, "The Temple of God has decreed that those above the age of 30 are not allowed to participate in the Elite Hunting Competition. If my identity is exposed, it will definitely cause a lot of gossip. If people think that the Temple of God is enforcing the law unfairly, it will be troublesome!"
"Go ahead then!" Chen said.
"If I go, who's going to catch Wenren Muyue?" Old Meng frowned.
"How about this? Elder Meng, go and deal with the flaws in the disguise first. I will try to persuade the Ninth Young Lord to change his mind!"
"Impossible!"
Old Meng said. "The Ninth Young Lord is a man who can't live without women! What's more, it's been a long time since he had a good time. Now that he has regained his manhood, he will not let Wenren Muyue go no matter what! "
Chen insisted, "Let me give it a try! It will only take you two to three minutes to deal with the flaws. If I fail, it won't be too late to catch Wenren Muyue then! "
"Heh, forget two to three minutes. Even if I give you two to three days, you still won't be able to persuade the Ninth Young Lord!" Old Meng said.
"If you don't believe me, how about we make a bet?"
Chen Xiaobei said. "The Ninth Young Lord just rewarded me with 100 Spiritual Stones. If I fail to persuade him, Elder Meng, you can keep them all. You don't have to give them to me. What do you think?"
"Alright! Since you want to give me Spiritual Stones to spend, I have no reason to refuse! " Old Meng smiled. He did not believe that Chen Xiaobei would be able to persuade Ximen Dingjun, the super pervert, to change his mind.
"Thank you, Elder Meng!" Chen Xiaobei cupped his hands in thanks.
"You don't mean what you say! How dare you say that you don't want to plead for Wenren Muyue! "
Old Meng grinned. "I was young once. I know that even heroes have a weakness for the charms of a beautiful woman! But heroes are powerless in front of those in power! They are very fragile! Do you understand? "
"Thank you, Elder Meng, for the reminder!" Chen Xiaobei said. "I will not disrespect the Ninth Young Lord. If I fail to persuade him, I will leave immediately. I will not make him angry!"
"Mm. A wise man submits to circumstances! I'm going now. I will be back in three minutes! "Old Meng said.
"Understood!" Chen Xiaobei nodded. After Old Meng left, he turned and entered Ximen Dingjun's tent.
"Why are you back? Where's Wenren Muyue? Quick … Quick, ask her to come in … It's been a long time since my eagle has been so vigorous … It's so thirsty … "
Ximen Dingjun's face was red, his throat dry, and his body hot. He could not help but start to take off his clothes.
"Elder Meng has already gone to get Wenren Muyue. He should be here soon!" Chen Xiaobei said. "My medicinal wine is too strong. Before they arrive, I want to keep an eye on the Ninth Young Lord, just in case something happens!"
"Mm … Alright. Pour me a glass of water! My whole body is burning up! It's like I'm on fire! "Ximen Dingjun instructed.
"You can't drink water! The medicinal wine will be diluted if you drink water! "Chen Xiaobei said.
"But I'm really hot!" Ximen Dingjun shouted impatiently. "It's so hot … I'm going to die …"
"Calm down, Ninth Young Lord. I have a fan here. Let me fan you and you won't feel hot anymore!" Chen Xiaobei grinned, and took out a folding fan from his Infinite Space Ring.
"Alright, alright! Quick, fan me! "
Ximen Dingjun nodded, and then shouted outside the tent, "Is Wenren Muyue here? Why isn't she here yet? "
Swoosh!
Chen Xiaobei walked over, opened the folding fan, and gently fanned Ximen Dingjun.
In the next instant, a gust of wind entered Ximen Dingjun's forehead.
Chen Xiaobei pointed at the solid wooden pillar at the side of the tent. "There's a beauty even more beautiful than Wenren Muyue. Ninth Young Lord, don't you see her?"
"Wow! She's too beautiful! How can there be such a beautiful woman in this world? Beautiful woman! Don't run away! I'll definitely love you dearly! Hehehe … "
Ximen Dingjun was like a wild boar in heat. He rushed over and hugged the pillar tightly, kissing and licking it with his tongue. His hands scratched the pillar and his body rubbed all over it.
"Ninth Young Lord! Every minute of the night is worth a thousand gold. Enjoy! "Chen Xiaobei grinned, and then exited the tent.
"Ah … Mm … Beautiful woman, you're the best … Oh … This is so good … Ahhhh …"
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