"What a big dog guts, where is the little rebel thief and miscellaneous pieces, he dares to touch the people of this hall!"

Behind him, a loud shout swept through the layers of sound waves, tearing through the cold current of the air, and the yin side and cold suddenly exploded in the ears of Yu Ziying.

Yu Ziying's pupils shrunk and her claws tightened.

Who would have thought that the eyes of the beautiful young man who seemed to be mentally ill were more vicious than the eagle falcon, and on the one hand, he was like a cat teasing the mouse in his mouth, ready to slowly play Yuwen Qinglian, but on the other hand, he could look at the overall situation with his eyes and ears, and monitor the dynamics of Wuxiang without leaving any trace.

Hurry up and kill them all!

But - there are ghosts who can stand still!

Yu Ziying's eyes froze, and then he turned back and squinted his eyes, through the haze and black mist, looking at the envy that was like lightning in the dark night, comparable to the arrow from the string that broke through the air with lightning speed.

Her heart jumped, her hand quietly touched her chest, and her fat eyelids drooped: her grandmother was on top, but fortunately, she didn't believe in God's plug-in at all, and she left a way out for herself.

The corners of his mouth curled up strangely, Yu Ziying patted his bulging belly, and then waved his arms.

I saw a few bags of petals falling from a tall Bodhi tree in front of her in an instant, the wind blows the tree, the branches and leaves are dense, the petals are swaying, drunk with the flowers, bathing with the fragrance, such as clouds and snow, such as cutting thousands of pieces of jade.

Jealous of the action, his eyes were obscured by the petals, he saw this stupid trick, snorted coldly with disdain with his nose, and when he saw the figure in front of him pulling his leg and trying to escape, he half-squatted on his left leg, kicked up in the air and tore a hole in the flower obstacle with the scythe of death.

His body swung out of thin air, and he landed behind him, and then grabbed the fleeing man's arm and broke it.

In an instant, the soft touch of the flesh made him almost slip off his strength, slightly surprised.

So soft (meat)!

"You-" Jealousy, who was about to interrogate, suddenly felt his body stiffen inexplicably, and he suddenly raised a pair of cold and vicious eyes, and faintly turned back into a pair of eyes in the gap between the diffuse flowers and rain, dark and heavy as grinding ink, like a black hole with layers of whirlpools.

He was stunned—

Yuwen Qinglian, who was lucky enough to be rescued by Yu Ziying and narrowly picked up a life, staggered up with a broken sword, blood spilled from the corners of her lips, her beautiful and snowy face was dark and gloomy, and she stared at the two people faintly visible below with resentment.

There will be people who want to make a profit when she fights with other people's crabs and mussels!

Who the hell is he or she?!

"Let it go!" Yu Ziying quickly lowered his head and lowered his voice, but before he could respond, he squatted down in the next second, reflexively bent his fingers like a heavy drum, and hit his eyes sharply and sparingly.

Jealousy subconsciously retreated, and his hand naturally loosened, and Yu Ziying was as cunning as a fat fox, dragging her prey and running away quickly when she caught this last moment.

When he turned his head to dodge, he was shocked to be deceived, and he could basically pinch it with one finger at that level of injury, but when he felt that his body was like a cotton needle and couldn't move, he turned his head fiercely and stared at Yu Ziying's flickering back.

"No matter who you are, if you let this hall meet you again, this hall will definitely chop up scorched meat slices and eat them!" His whole body trembled violently like chaff, and his voice trembled like a sharp weapon, and the strong air flow from his body burst through his outer robe, revealing a luxurious flowing shirt like the moon under him, slowly falling down.

Yu Ziying's movements stopped for a moment, but she still insisted on not looking back, and continued to drag Wuxiang as far as she could.

And this scene is even more jealous, almost biting a neat row of silver teeth.

——

The warm spring sun shines through the shadows of the trees, the spots are like glass points of light swaying, the quiet Buddha hall is gradually brighter and darker, and the veil that flutters like a purple cloud and mist is also quiet, so quiet that there is no breathing, but occasionally a few birds chirp outside the window.

The breeze timidly blew into the Buddha hall through the gap in the floor-to-ceiling windows, and carefully climbed over the walls of the floating altar and the low walls around the temple, a row of colored porcelain painted with peonies, lotus flowers, and bird patterns.

Looking up in awe at the huge and solemn golden Buddha enshrined in the hall, the Buddha was covered in gold, accounting for two-thirds of the entire hall, and taller than a three-story building—this should be an enchantment that no ghostly monster or devil would dare to set foot in easily......

The sunlight gradually shifted to the west, illuminating the entire Buddha hall, and the golden divine light penetrated through the window lattice—

——In front of the Buddha hall, a man fell asleep peacefully, only half of his face was exposed, and his slender eyes were tightly closed, as peaceful as a Buddha, quiet and eternal.

A hand, as delicate as a newborn baby's lotus root, and a finger of a fleshy pit...... The hand touched the man's face tentatively with some longing, but the slow speed showed a very careless contradiction......

——

When Wuxiang woke up, he found that his eyes were blindfolded by something, his vision was dark, and his body was still soft and numb, but he said calmly: "I don't know which chivalrous warrior saved Wuxiang?" ”

Then, he heard a rough voice beside him, deliberately masking his hoarse voice: "Wuxiang, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Huh? You just said...... I saved you? ”

The unphased lips have a natural and healthy orange pink color, not light or thick, just right, that is, the pursed lips and a smile, it makes people feel like a spring breeze Buddha Xiaosheng, and they can't afford to defile their dirty thoughts.

"No matter what the purpose of the young man is, if it weren't for the young man's righteous deeds to take Wuxiang away from the Holy Heavenly Tower, Wuxiang must have died at this moment."

Although he couldn't accurately judge the person's gender behavior, he could hear some of the immaturity of age in that pretentious voice. "Do you really think so?" Yu Ziying slowly approached him, staring at his lips without blinking.

Wuxiang said: "Honesty dare not deceive." ”

"Everyone in the world says that there is no national teacher, and the Buddha's heart is sacred, which seems to be true. Since you can go to Pudu sentient beings at any cost, then you might as well rescue me from being in the sea of suffering. Yu Ziying squatted down and lazily propped up his chin.

Wuxiang smiled lightly on his lips: "I don't know if Shaoxia needs help?" If you can't exert a modest force, you won't shirk. ”

Yu Ziying pursed his mouth when he heard the words, he didn't distinguish between joy and anger, but only hooked and pulled, scattering the snow robe on his body, like a magnolia bud petal blooming in, and a cold finger caressing the most tender flesh of his waist carelessly.

"I need you to help me, if you don't help me, I'm going to die. The so-called saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, I think...... You're not going to say no, are you? ”

Her voice was suddenly soft and slow, like a dense silk thread, tightening one of Wuxiang's hearts, and holding him with nowhere to escape.

The phaseless body stiffened. He felt that the situation in front of him seemed to be somewhat different from what he had just expected.

"Shaoxia, you-"

"Maybe you will feel a little wronged and suffered, but I can't help it, the Buddha said that everything is about karma, I think you and I may also have a fate. However, I guess it's bad fate, so you have to consider yourself unlucky. ”

Yu Ziying spat out cruel words with an expressionless face.

Wuxiang smiled stiffly: "Shao, Shaoxia, don't be impulsive first." ”

Brush! There was a crisp sound of clothes being torn in my ears, and I felt a cold body......

The green strip is more powerful and the wind is long, and the silver flower jade snow fragrance is broken. Yunyou seems to know people's intentions, and the fence lightly dissolves the white clothes.

Yu Ziying stared at his smooth and revealing body with a critical gaze, the body of the jade ice sculpture was like a magnolia flower, and the white on the chest was a faint pink color, reflecting each other. The skin appears to be pliable and elastic, and the apricot shirt shy covers several important parts of him, which really has a sense of wanting to indulge in the past, which is quite exquisite.

Seeing that the holy national teacher who had been worshiped from above just now was pressed by her, Yu Ziying pursed her lips, and the little liver that was tortured by fate was very strong and perverted, and couldn't help but tremble.

She knew that it was a kind of impatience and tension that was about to blaspheme the taboo.

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High-speed debut Nine Emperor entanglement, the latest chapter of the cute concubine at the age of thirteen, this chapter is the third chapter, the young man can't be such a ghost animal! If you think this chapter is not bad, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in the QQ group and Weibo!