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The sky is vast and wild, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep, Yang Ming opened his eyes, what he saw was this scene, looking ahead, a few white clouds floated in the vast sky, and below was the endless prairie, and the wind and grass showed herds of cattle and sheep. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Is this dead, sir? Did you die and come to hell?

As far as the scene in front of me is concerned, the underworld is not bad, at least the scenery is very good, and the air is fresh.

It's dead, it's dead, at least the body doesn't hurt anymore, the feeling of burning a knife disappears, and I move my muscles and bones, and I feel pretty good, it's very pleasant.

Yang Ming got up from the ground, patted the grass green on the back of his buttocks, stretched his waist, and took a big breath of air.

A goshawk swept across the sky, pounced on the cattle and sheep on the ground, and saw that it was about to catch a lamb and fly up to nine days, when suddenly a small pebble flew in and hit the goshawk's body, making its movements sluggish, and it did not catch its prey, and its empty talons flew up, not staying, spreading its wings and flying into the distance.

Something is wrong, when you go to the underworld, how can there be goshawks hunting for food, and when you go to the underworld, how can there still be cattle and sheep eating grass? Yang Ming realized that something was wrong, looked around, and when he turned around, he saw the mountains in the distance.

Dozens of miles away, there is a towering mountain, towering, solemn and solemn, the powerful aura of the mountain can be seen with the naked eye, Yang Ming muttered: "It turns out that I have arrived at the sacred mountain." ā€

After thinking about it, Yang Ming was happy, the master is not dead, since he is here, that is to say, he is not dead.

A girl wearing a goose-yellow Luo skirt rode a little donkey to Yang Ming's side, waved the willow branch in her hand, looked Yang Ming up and down with big eyes, and asked in a slightly reproachful tone: "Why are you here again, and you are still so happy?" ā€

Yang Mingkou said: "Of course I miss you." This time it's good, I ran without turning around. ā€

The girl's big eyes sparkled, and she said happily: "Miss me, really? ā€

"Of course it's true." Yang Ming said, looking at the girl's appearance, something was wrong, she seemed to be quite happy.

The girl said, "I miss you too, after you left last time, I always miss you, I always want you to come again, and now you are finally here." I ask you, what is the difference between men and women? ā€

"What's the difference between a man and a woman?" Yang Ming lowered his head and glanced at somewhere, well, in addition to his personality, the biggest difference should be there, not bad for this kind of thing, it's not good to open your mouth and say it.

The girl asked, "Tell me, what's the difference between a man and a woman?" ā€

"It's okay to tell you, but you have to tell me your name first. My name is Yang Ming, what's your name? Yang Ming looked the girl up and down, the same as last time, still wearing a set of goose yellow light saro skirts, but the style was slightly different, the phoenix jade pendant was tied around the waist, the hair was tied in a very beautiful ancient bun, and a golden step was inserted, the stunning face was too seductive, and the eyes were too pure.

"Master didn't say that you can't tell others your name, you remember, my name is Bottle."

"Bottle, Bottle?" Yang Ming asked, if the surname is Li, it is the same as the name of an ancient.

"I don't have a surname, so Master calls me Bottle. I've already told you the name, you say, man and woman, what's the difference? ā€

I want to know it, okay, I'll tell you, Yang Ming said, "Come on, come over." ā€

The bottle jumped down from the little donkey and turned his face sideways to Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's lips approached the bottle's ears, a faint fragrance came, smelling the whole body was pleasant, looking at her face up close, his heart rippled, recalling the persuasion of the beautiful snake, joining and coming to the Divine Mountain, he used rhetoric to deceive the bottle and take the bait, as long as he got her, he could stay in the Divine Mountain to practice the Immortal Dao.

Since there is a sacred mountain, the master of the bottle is an immortal, and this must be the so-called fairy world, the bottle is not a fairy but also a half-immortal, and the person is really not ordinary beautiful.

Yang Ming's heart was beating faster and faster, and he had already made up his mind not to listen to the words of the beautiful snake uncle, but as soon as he saw the bottle, his heart itched, alas, men, he was too impulsive.

The bottle urged: "Hurry up, you hurry up." ā€

"Okay, I say, there are too many differences between men and women......"

Yang Ming was like a teacher, and patiently gave a lecture on the physiology and hygiene of men and women, and described the differences between men and women.

There are only two people who have seen in the bottle's life, one is her master, and the other is Yang Ming, who doesn't know the defense of men and women, and doesn't know that men and women should keep their distance, listening to the little hand touched Yang Ming's chest, "Really, your chest muscles are much smaller than mine, and harder than mine." Come, you touch me and see, it's too much different from yours. ā€

"Well." Yang Ming stared at the placket of the bottle, the placket of the goose yellow Luo skirt was topped by the old high, it was indeed very material, if you touched it with your hands, it should feel good, but it must not be touched. Etiquette, righteousness and shame are still secondary, the key is to know your own affairs, if you ignite the fire in your heart, it will be out of control, and when the time comes, it will be bad to cook and cook rice with a bottle of raw rice, then you have to stay here in Shenshan for the rest of your life, and you can only live with her for the rest of your life. It's a big loss to give up an entire forest for the sake of a big tree.

Seeing that Yang Ming didn't move, the bottle said, "Why don't you touch me, you can touch it quickly." ā€

"You can't touch it, there is another thing I want to tell you, the bodies of men and women can't be touched casually."

"Why?"

Those little hands were swimming in his chest, even if it was a man, he would feel it, Yang Ming resisted the urge to stretch out his hand, and took a step back to avoid the bottle's small hand, "Because the bodies of men and women can only be touched by those you like, do you understand?" ā€

The bottle nodded as if she didn't understand, then pointed to her pretty face, and asked very seriously, "Don't you like me?" ā€

In his eyes, the face that captivated the country and the city, and the graceful figure, Yang Ming was shouting in his heart, except for the blind and abnormal sexual orientation, no man would say that he didn't like it.

"That is, you don't like me anymore." The bottle showed a disappointed look, which made Yang Mingxin's sourness, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly said: "How come, I like it, I like you." ā€

"So you like me." The bottle smiled, took a step forward and grabbed his hand and pressed it to his chest, "Then you can touch it." ā€

Auntie, you almost want to die, that thing can be touched casually, if the master touches it, a quasi-male hormone is troubled, and his mind is dizzy, regardless of the fact that he will coax you, a simple girl, to untie his clothes, and then it will be thunderous.

Yang Ming recalled the words of Uncle Beauty, she asked herself to find a way to catch up with the bottle, but now the situation is completely opposite, it is the bottle that is seducing her. She may not know, but that's what Bottle did.

Seeing that his hand was getting closer and closer to the front of the bottle, and he was about to hold a soft cotton through his clothes, feeling what it was like, Yang Ming retracted his hand, "No, you can't touch it." ā€

"Why can't you touch it, I touched you, why don't you touch me, it's not fair, it's so unfair, you have to touch it!" The bottle is coquettish, and Yang Ming is more serious.

"Anyway, no, it's not good." Yang Ming shrank back vigorously, it was a trivial matter to touch it, but there would be a series of mistakes immediately, and in the end, it would be a big mistake, and it would be bad to stay here in Xianshan for the rest of his life, and it would be too late to regret it at that time.

"You are not allowed to run!"

Yang Ming retreated from the bottle and chased him, pushing him back, suddenly Yang Ming's heel tripped over a stone, the person leaned back, and the bottle rushed over to grab his hand when he saw this, trying to hold him.

Yang Ming noticed that he had tripped over a stone, and the other leg of the conditioned reflex quickly retreated to stabilize his body while his upper body moved, but unfortunately, the bottle rushed over at this time.

Suddenly, Yang Ming's lips were imprinted on the forehead of the bottle, and it was fragrant.

The two of them froze, Yang Ming didn't expect to lose and be caught by the bottle. As for the bottle, I felt a taste that I had never felt before, my heart was beating faster and faster, and I blushed inexplicably.

A second, two seconds later, the bottle pushed Yang Ming away, a little farther away from him, wary of him, and said cowardly: "Why are you biting me, you want to eat me?" ā€

The young master really wants to eat you, but not your flesh, but your body, Yang Ming's lips moved, the warm taste just now is still there, "I didn't bite you just now, but kissed." ā€

The bottle was curious: "What is a kiss?" ā€

"Well, isn't it just that a man and a woman like each other, so they kiss me and mine, and touch each other's bodies with their lips, that is, kiss." Yang Ming explained, and as he spoke, he noticed that something was wrong, and the bottle's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be very happy, "Na, let me make it clear in advance, it was just an accident just now, it's not that I want to kiss you, don't hit my idea." ā€

"No, you kissed me, but I can't kiss you, it's not fair, I won't agree. Let me kiss it, I'm going to kiss you. ā€

"Auntie, just spare me, that kind of thing, only people who like each other can do, the two of us just met for the second time, it's not very good."

"No, you already said you like me just now, and I like you too, so I can kiss you." The bottle had already caught up with Yang Ming, grabbed his arm and didn't let him run, stood on tiptoe, and pressed his lips to Yang Ming's face.

It seems that he can't hide it, Yang Ming's heart is restless, since you sent it to the door yourself, the master is welcome, just kiss it, it should be nothing, and I will still hold it later.

In the next second, the small mouth of the bottle touched Yang Ming's face, and Yang Ming felt a pair of soft things touching his skin, and then, there was a piercing pain that pierced his heart, making him can't help but cry out in pain: "It hurts...... Where is your kiss, it's clearly a bite! (To be continued.) )