(ahem...... That classmate, don't get excited, in view of the recent G20 investigation in Hangzhou, I won't tell you the specific address first...... ）

"Meow ......"

Don't ask me why Mingkong makes such a sound, I don't know, probably because there is a providence in the dark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After making a soothing and bewitching 'meow', Mingkong's eyelids twitched, and slowly, he was ready to open his eyes.

"Smack!"

The slap was loud, and Mingkong looked confused, probably his face was swollen, his eyes could only barely open a slit, and he couldn't see clearly, and he could only feel a white and reflective figure shaking in front of him.

was slapped by a slap, Mingkong is still a little brainless, vaguely saw a white shadow in front of him, and wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but the hand has not been raised, although it is said that he has not been slapped again, but the feeling that his arm has been forcibly pressed back is not too good.

"Don't move!"

Hearing this voice, Mingkong didn't move again.

It's not because Mingkong was scared when he heard that this voice was Dongfang undefeated, but because Mingkong heard a trace of tiredness and concern from the voice of the Dongfang girl.

It's like that year, when Mingkong first met the old man Feng Qingyang, the old man was so tired that he had to teach the 'Dugu Nine Swords' to Mingkong, he was obviously so tired that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't breathe, but in order to let Mingkong leave an intuitive and correct first impression of the 'Dugu Nine Swords', he insisted on reciting all the mantras to Mingkong in one go, and also demonstrated a complete set of 'Dugu Nine Swords' in front of Mingkong.

In essence, Mingkong is actually a person who lacks love. Although Mingkong does not crave the love of others, if someone treats him well, then he will definitely repay him very much.

Therefore, Mingkong is very attentive to the 'Dugu Nine Swords', although he is very impatient with the mantra of 'returning to the sister tends to be in vain, and tending to the same person without delusion', but he also remembers it in his heart, and recites it every morning and evening, for fear that he will forget it when he is happy to play one day.

The wind is clear, and the East is undefeated, although he knows that the two of them are enemies and not friends, but the human heart has never been something that the law can figure out.

Removing the visual influence, Mingkong was finally able to concentrate on tactile enjoyment, a warm hand, tapping all over her body from time to time, some slight tingling, but more, it was a kind of crisp/itch, and it was the kind that penetrated deep into the bone marrow......

"Don't think about it! Remember the flow of qi in your body between the meridians! ”

Mingkong lay motionless on the bed with his eyes closed, looking obedient, but the changes in the skin on the surface of his body could not hide the Oriental girl who was half-riding on her. Although I really wanted to severely accuse Mingkong of being cranky at this time, he looked down at his pale pink complexion, which was about the same as Mingkong, and the accusation that had already poured into his mouth changed his tone and became a kind of soft persuasion.

"Huh?"

Mingkong's head was confused, wasn't he unable to cultivate any internal strength? Why is there an internal force in the body?

But soon, Mingkong had already really felt it, with the light touches of the Oriental girl everywhere on his body, every part that was clicked by the Oriental girl would have a feeling of soreness, and there was something flowing in the tendons......

Although he has been identified as unable to cultivate any internal force since he was a child, after all, he grew up in a famous and decent family like Huashan, and Mingkong believes that what he feels from his body is definitely the flow of internal force!

Mingkong was so excited that he almost wanted to cry.

Myself, I can cultivate my internal strength!

If......

In an instant, Mingkong thought of a lot, but these things came and went quickly, and they were quickly squeezed out of Mingkong's mind.

Even if you can cultivate internal strength now, what can you do? Because he can't cultivate internal strength, he confines himself on the cliff of Siguo, and because he can cultivate internal strength again, he is good to himself again?

Ming Kong smiled bitterly in his heart, if Yue Buqun was really like this, it would only make Ming Kong's heart hurt even more.

Although, the mind is thinking wildly, but the body is close to instinct, writing down the running route of the internal strength in the body, after the Oriental girl guided the operation for two more weeks, Mingkong has been able to independently control the internal force in the body in the tendons and veins in a certain order.

The feeling of internal force running in the body is very comfortable, which makes Mingkong feel inexplicably familiar but completely different. The vaguely familiar sensation is like a hot steam surging in the body, forcing every cell in the body to work with greater power; But now it feels like a murmuring stream, silently but unswervingly infiltrating every cell, so that every cell can grow stronger and thrive, and provide more power for the body under the same power.

Obviously, I gradually immersed myself in this silent feeling of moisturizing things......

"Hoo ......"

Seeing that Mingkong had gradually stabilized, the Oriental girl breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to wipe the sweat soaked in the bangs on her forehead, and her narrow phoenix eyes swept across Mingkong's face, her gaze wandered, and finally, she stopped at Mingkong's iron sword that she bought to pretend.

"Alas......"

Probably thinking of something, the Oriental girl got up from Mingkong, picked up her blood-red floor-length skirt from the ground next to the bed and put it on her body and was about to walk out of the room, but after taking two steps, she finally paused, turned around, picked up the corner of the silk quilt, and gently covered Mingkong's insignificant body.

After glancing at Mingkong again, the complicated light in the phoenix eyes of the oriental girl flashed away, and she turned her head and walked out of the room without the slightest hesitation.

"Dugu Nine Swords, Huashan Sect ......"

In the room, there was no figure in the red dress, and there was no fragrant wind, only the bright sky lying on the bed breathing steadily, and a faint sigh in the air.

"Congratulations to the Sect Master!"

Walking out of the room in the bright sky, although the blood-red dress was just draped lazily knotted on the body, and the face could not hide a little tiredness, but the phoenix eyes without a trace of gentleness and dark color were filled with endless coercion, which made people can't help but look up.

Walking into another closed room, there were already a bunch of people standing densely inside, and when they saw the Dongfang girl walking into the room, they knelt on one knee together, chanting in unison, and their tone was as sincere as they were, and they were even happier than their own martial arts breaking through the bottleneck.

For these people, the Oriental girl ignored nothing, and walked straight to the chair placed in the middle of the room, the long skirt was raised, and the Oriental girl sat down flutteringly, and said in a lazy tone: "Get up." ”

"Sect Master, my subordinates have found out, but the Songshan faction has taken advantage of Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin to wash his hands and use the intersection of Liu Zhengfeng and Qu You's envoy as an excuse to weaken the power of the Nanyue Hengshan faction."

The Oriental Girl's voice had just fallen, and the person on the left hand side of the Oriental Girl peeked at Qu Yang, who was standing first on the right hand side of the Oriental Girl, walked out of the queue with his head down, and reported cautiously.

"Qu Right Envoy, what do you think?"

Hearing the report of her subordinates, the Dongfang girl waved her sleeves noncommittally, signaling him to return to the queue, her chin turned slightly, her narrow phoenix eyes stared at Qu Yang, and she asked calmly.

Seeing that the Dongfang Sect Leader pointed to him, Qu Yang did not have any stage fright, and stood up and bowed to the Dongfang girl, Lang Lang said: "Sect Master, Hengshan style is small, Songshan is big, Zuo Leng Zen Wolf has been ambitious for more than ten years, and his subordinates don't know how many leftist people have been gathered, the heart of the Wuyue Merger faction is obvious, if he weakens the Hengshan faction today, the Wuyue Merger faction will be one step closer, and when he really merges the Wuyue Sword Sect into one, the first one to attack must be my God Sect." It doesn't hurt that the sect leader's martial arts are world-famous, but my brothers in my sect will definitely suffer countless casualties. I also hope that the sect leader will focus on the overall situation of the Divine Religion. ”

The Dongfang girl nodded, but she didn't say anything, just stroked her forehead with one hand, as if she was pondering, and only after a long time did she speak: "I have already made up my mind about this matter, you just have to wait here for my orders." ”

Although the tone was not harsh, no one in the room dared to have any opinions.

"Sect Master, I don't know what you plan to do with that kid from the Huashan faction?"

In the silence, a person suddenly asked.