The master asked him to go down the mountain to find seven senior sisters.
He thought he was looking for relatives.
Result——
Senior sister Su Wanqing stood by the car waiting for him. The black suit pants show off her long legs, and the collar of the white shirt is slightly open. She called him into the back seat of the Maybach, her voice as low as sandpaper: "It's been ten years, do you know how I survived?"
Second senior sister Liu Ruyan broke in at the door early in the morning. A leather jacket hugged the waistline, and Martin boots were on the floor. She grabbed his collar and the tip of her nose was almost touching his: "Run? Can you run away?"
Third senior sister Xia Yubing rushed towards me like a cat. The 1.6-Meter-tall man forced him down on the chair, hanging on him and burying his face in his chest: "Brother Lin Fan, I have been waiting for you for ten years, you have to hug me first."
Fourth senior sister Bai Ruoxue came with the silver needle. The suspender skirt clung to her body, and her long hair fell down and brushed his face. She inserted the silver needles into his acupuncture points one by one, and pressed her fingertips down along the spine. It was as cold as a snake: "Good boy, don't move."
Seven women surrounded him.
One is closer than the other, and each one makes people's hearts beat faster.
He wanted to escape.
But the Jiuyang Zhenqi burned in his body and made him weak - every time the senior sisters got closer, he became more nervous.
Master said that if you find them, you can live.
He felt that if this continued, he might be "taken care of" by his senior sisters until he collapsed.
