Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 335 - 278~279: Devil-like Strongman! Chairs and Wine (Extra 9 for Lv Xinfeng)_2

Chapter 335: 278~279: Devil-like Strongman! Chairs and Wine (Extra 9 for Lv Xinfeng)_2

The lady inside the painting boat spoke with a tinge of regret.

Hearing this, Duan Zhengchun was filled with immense regret, his heart aching as if twisted. He had no choice but to steel himself and, amidst Ruan Xingzhu’s cold snorts, cup his fist in an apologetic bow, "I’ve long heard of the artistic fame of Xiang Xing painting boat, it’s just unfortunate that important matters call me away this time. Drinking and watching the dance will have to wait for another day. When I visit the south next time, I will certainly board the boat in person!"

With this declaration.

Immediately, it drew snickers and whispers from several players on the shore.

"This Prince Duan truly deserves his title as the grandmaster of scumbags, shit! His own mistress is right there, and yet, he has the audacity to openly say he’ll patronize the brothel boat next time, ahaha."

"You don’t know shit! This is what a real expert does! You sad bootlicker will never understand the joy of being the playboy king!"

"Like wretched men, we sail the Martial World seas, why bother with past acquaintances? All scumbags stand up and salute your grandmaster!"

Inside the pavilion, Azhu heard Duan Zhengchun’s words, sighed in her heart, and felt even more disappointed with her philandering stepfather.

At the same time, she felt profound pity for her mother and her now mischievous sister.

On the painting boat.

Jiang Dali’s heart sneered, resolving that after dealing with Qiao Feng’s matter, he would capture Duan Zhengchun.

Directly tie him up in ropes and quietly send him to Manduo Villa to deal with Li Qingluo.

For such a playboy king scoundrel, the most painful thing might be to forsake a forest for a single tree.

To capture him and deliver him to Li Qingluo would mean leaving him to hang on a single tree, to be completely drained dry.

However, the time was not yet right; the main show had not yet begun.

The hostess of the painting boat passed her voice out, her tone soft and gentle as she ordered her girls to entertain Jiang Dali.

"Since no further guests will be boarding, our Xiang Xing painting boat officially begins hosting our honored guests. My beauties, prepare to entertain our two distinguished visitors!"

With these words.

Instantly, Colorful Envoy Shan Zuo Tianyin nearby showed an expression brimming with immense anticipation and joy, his eyes transfixed on the group of women, each unique, converging upon him.

Seeing this, Jiang Dali’s heart skipped a beat, but he feigned calm as he turned his gaze to the group of charming, smiling women approaching.

A wave of fragrant breeze hit his face.

Women of various looks, each moving gracefully, one by one surrounded him, introducing themselves.

"Little Lian pays her respects to Lord Jiang!"

A girl about fifteen or sixteen, with a youthful, egg-shaped face, approached with a curtsy. Though young, she was already quite a sight to behold, enough to make one forget one’s sorrows.

Then, like a flash, another woman approached, with an unearthly, orchid-like beauty, modestly smiling.

"Little He pays her respects to Lord Jiang!"

Soon a third woman with seductive eyes and cute dimples from her smile, coquettishly approached, saying, "Little Lang pays her respects to Lord Jiang!"

Followed by a fourth woman with a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, the fifth was like an elder sister full of warmth, the sixth with an aloof and noble air...

After nine women had approached, Jiang Dali’s head was spinning.

Even though he had never been swayed by beauty, having only glimpsed such an array from afar in his past life, he was after all a man, and he couldn’t help but feel his blood speed up a little with each humble greeting.

Just then, after the nine women, breathtaking as if celestial beings, had introduced themselves, they abruptly arranged themselves in front of Jiang Dali—some kneeling, some lying down—forming a flesh chair.

This was the infamous Nine Beauties Seat from the Martial World rumors that any man would like to sit upon.

Even the Dragon Throne paled in comparison to the deliciousness of this seat.

"Please, esteemed guest, set aside your weapons and take a seat!"

The female voice came from within the painting boat.

Colorful Envoy Shan Zuo Tianyin exclaimed with his regional accent, "Can do, can do,"

He hurriedly, eagerly took a seat.

The moment he sat down, he closed his eyes in ecstasy, opened his mouth wide, and let out a sound like a hen laying an egg— "Ooh! Ooh!"

A face so punchable, one felt an urge to smash it hard.

"It’s just a seat made of flesh; is it necessary to act like someone who’s been constipated for a long time and finally had a bowel movement? With that kind of ridiculous expression, no matter how high your Colorful Envoy martial arts are, if I attacked you right now, I could cripple you with one move!"

Jiang Dali looked disdainful as he removed his Golden Nine-Ring Blade and sat down as well.

The feeling that came from around his body, the envelopment of scents, and the immense sense of satisfaction and conquest in his mind and heart exploded simultaneously.

Even though Jiang Dali was tough as stone, he couldn’t help but take a sharp breath. All sorts of absurd thoughts and bizarre images crossed his mind, and for a moment, his gaze drowned in them.

For an instant!

His body seethed, muscles tensed as though forming little mountains, sweat breaking out on his forehead, his eyes narrowed as if facing a great foe.

Incredible!

It was truly incredible!

With his current strength of mind, even Wanwan with her complete mastery of Charming Bone couldn’t disturb his composure, and yet here he was, affected by merely nine women?

If the owner of Xiang Xing painting boat had hostile intentions towards him and the nine women sitting around him were all martial artists, the moment he sat down could have been met with a thunderous strike.

By then, even formidable Cross Training Martial Arts might not save him from grave injury.

Jiang Dali took a deep breath and nodded inwardly, "Truly worthy of the renowned pleasure hub of the Martial World, where infinite creativity presents comfort and warmth. Only by experiencing it in person can one confirm these words are no exaggeration. The Princess of Tang, Li Xiangfang, who established this painting boat, sure knows how to play."