He heard the spider spirit say these suggestive words to the scholar in white, and he was even more angry than being insulted.

"Oh, little monk, don't be anxious." The banshee smiled happily: "I will pamper you well when I go back later."

After saying that, she changed her tone, "But today, I only have this one in my sedan chair. You three can only feel wronged and squeezed."

The banshee, regardless of Fahai's cold face, gently touched the sedan chair with the cigarette pole in her hand. The spiders under the sedan chair began to crawl neatly as if they had received orders, but in the blink of an eye, they moved to Fu Yin.

She looked at Fuyin and said, "You go in first." She blinked at Fuyin and said, "I am the first to marry you."

Fu Yin asked her: "Can you tell me how many of yours have you married?"

The banshee was stunned for a second. She didn't expect that the little scholar in white would ask such a question as soon as she opened her mouth. It seemed that there was a lot of difference from the scholars she recognized from the pictures written by mortals.

The whole person is really quiet.

In contrast, the other two seem a little impetuous.

After this comparison, the banshee's eyes were slightly chewed and her patience was much more difficult. As expected, she still liked such a quiet and well-behaved child.

"Not many, there are only three at the moment, and with you, only six." She replied casually, in an understatement.

The air stagnated at this moment.

The banshee narrowed her eyes dangerously: "What? You men can have three wives and four concubines. I am a beautiful monster. Isn't it normal to have more male favors?"

Is this the point of the question?

Xiaoqing stopped pretending to behave and cursed: "You old witch, a toad wants to eat swan meat." Compared with her dark face, her face was completely two extremes compared to her sweet-mouthed look.

It is true that Xiaoqing likes beauty, but that is completely different from being married back to be a male favorite like an old witch like a woman.

The banshee's face turned cold, the charm between her eyebrows and eyes disappeared instantly, and a scarlet and fierce light flashed out from her pupils: "Little Green Snake, if you don't want your tongue, I can cut it off for you."

Her tone was filled with a strong sense of threat, as if she would just do it as soon as she heard Xiaoqing say such an ugly word.

Xiaoqing paused and shut up in a tactful way.

He can't beat this old monster.

The banshee withdrew her eyes, took a breath of the cigarette pole, opened her lips and slowly blew out a circle of white smoke.

The white smoke drifted into the air and quickly turned into strands of slender spider silk, like dense silk webs, wrapping around Fu Yin's waist.

Fu Yin lowered his eyes and looked at the spider silk wrapped around his waist thoughtfully.

The next second, the banshee raised her hand gently, and Fu Yin was sent into the red sedan chair by spider silk.

Looking at Fu Yin sitting in the sedan chair without making noise, the banshee smiled: "You are very quiet, I am becoming more and more satisfied with you."

After saying this, the banshee looked at Fu Yin for a few more times, then turned her gaze to Xiaoqing and Fahai.

She narrowed her eyes and made the same movement as before, wrapping Xiaoqing and Fahai with spider silk webs respectively. However, compared to the gentle movements when treating Fu Yin, the banshee obviously had to be at ease for a long time this time.

The spider silk spit out with the smoke pole directly wrapped around Fahai and Xiaoqing, the man and the demon, like a cicada pupa, and only one of the remaining heads could barely turn.

"How can we distinguish right..." Before Xiaoqing finished speaking, the banshee threw it into the sedan chair, and fell to Fu Yin's feet with Fahai.
Chapter completed!