The fog and clouds are like smoke. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Peng Tan's eyes were red, his nails were already sunk into the flesh, his teeth were rubbing up and down fiercely, and his face looked like he wanted to eat his flesh and boil his bones.

Xin Lu's eyes were blank and full of worry. That trap, carefully laid out, set within a set. In Ji Momo's flawless analysis, the temple hid the ambush, which was completely unexpected. She squinted her eyes and looked at Wu Zhihao in confusion, this enigmatic man is definitely not just the docent of Wanhui Group Chengdu Company, the hidden identity behind him may be able to explain clearly, and the pursuit of Wenxin will spare no effort, and there must be a reason for it. But why, the other party will set a trap for Ji Momo and lure him into the trap, perhaps, Ji Momo has mastered the secret.

Everything seems to be under control.

The temple in the mountain, the backyard wing, and the meditation room in front of the meditation room, the double doors are tightly fastened. In the room, three beautiful women sat around the table and discussed secret matters.

On the mountainside, the special care assistant supported Hai Lao and rushed to the temple. Escorted by a professional mountaineering team, watch out for the surroundings to prevent wild beast attacks.

In the meditation room, Ji Momo and Wen Xin were gentle and fell into a coma. In front of the bed, the beauty stroked Ji Momo's cheek, as if she had pity. The two girls next to her smiled and said: "Look, our Zhang Da beautiful woman's maternal love is overflowing, and I like this kid." Alas, but it's a pity, those who offend the boss will be ruined if they don't die. I see, you better forget it. ”

That beautiful face, that long flowing hair, that clear eyes, is so charming. But it backfired, Zhang Yun'er's family background is not good, she has no freedom, her freedom belongs to the boss. Ji Momo in front of her made her feel that it was kind and true. If you offend the boss, you won't end well. Getting up, she walked away, not wanting to see the dirty frame-up. The two beauties took off Ji Momo and Wen Xin's clothes, and all of them were still on the ground. On the bed, naked temptation, fiddling with ** postures. After that, the flashes of light continue to beat, all eternally frozen in the camera. With everything done, Zhang Yun'er turned around, picked up the camera, exited the wing, and flashed at the small wooden sign in front of the door. When she returned to the house, she couldn't bear to look at it, so she pulled up the bedding again, covering the spring light.

The second daughter closed her eyes and sighed, but she had no intention of comforting. They all think that Zhang Yun'er is good, but she is serious and does not know how to be flexible, and she is still a tendon, and she is more emotional. If it weren't for the boss and her childhood sweetheart, she wouldn't have indulged arbitrarily.

After a short stay, erasing the traces, they quietly left.

The three beauties did not take the front door of the temple, but made a detour to the backyard, towards the back mountain path, and quickly disappeared.

Jingtian Temple, in front of the door, several professional mountaineering teams finally completed the task and safely delivered Hai Lao to the temple. The special care assistant thanked him a thousand times, and before leaving, he insisted on giving the other party 2,000 yuan for his hard work. After leaving, the special care assistant helped Hai Lao and slowly approached the temple. Approaching the incense hall, there was no one in the house, maybe the mountain was closed, maybe it was a cold winter, Hai Lao passed the incense hall, and wanted to enter the Jingtian Palace, but in front of the door, the plain-clothed monk suddenly stopped Hai Lao. Without waiting for Hai Lao to get angry and scold, the plain-clothed monk preemptively said: "Hai Lao donor, the old abbot is invited!"

Hai Lao was a little puzzled, and shook his head again, okay, go and see what the hell is going on with this old slippery head. The plain-clothed monk led the way, and Hai Lao, on crutches, walked into the atrium and walked through the corridor paved with bluestone slabs with the support of the special care assistant. The courtyard on the left side of the cloister is deep, the decoration is unique, full of charm, and it is clear at a glance that the pilgrims who live here must have a special identity. The small bridge on the right side is flowing water, and the people are geometric, but they are meditating in front of the door and comprehending the Dharma. (To be continued.) )