"Senior nephew, it's okay if you don't make such friends. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info come, tell me to go down, and give Master Qu's nephew a wind in the Chrysanthemum Hall tonight. Master Qingmiao instructed the monk standing aside.

"Thank you, uncle." Qu Feng said.

The three of them chatted a few more words, and Qu Feng knew that Nangong Yan had arrived a day earlier than him. Her father was a friend of Venerable Ching Miao, and every year at this time of year, she would come to the temple for a period of time to study the Dharma. Nangong Yan was very enthusiastic and led Qu Feng to visit the temple and some of the surrounding monuments with great interest. Qu Feng listened to her introduction, but he remembered Leng Bing in his heart, although he was a little annoyed that he lied to him, but thinking that he was alone and alone, coupled with the fact that he was not familiar with life, he was very worried that something would happen to him.

Nangong Yan looked at his absent-minded appearance, and asked with a smile, "Brother Qu, are you worried about that little brother?" Qu Feng nodded embarrassedly, "Nangong girl, Brother Bing is still young, and his parents died early, he can't live in your place, please look at the thin face of the little monk, please forgive him." The little monk will definitely teach him well. "Brother Qu, you are serious. I've already asked Daikoku to go find him, don't worry. Nangong Yan said, looking at him with a smile in a pair of big dark eyes. Qu Feng had never seen such charming eyes, and his face suddenly felt hot, and he couldn't help but distance himself from Nangong Yan.

Time passed quickly, and it was getting dark. Qu Feng was led by the monk to the chrysanthemum hall where the banquet was held. A table of exquisite vegetarian dishes had already been placed on the table, and in front of the table sat Master Qingmiao and Nangong Yan. At the banquet, Master Qingmiao poured wine and persuaded Qu Feng to drink wine, saying that it was a vegetarian wine made from the eight merits of the temple, and it was okay to drink more. After all, Qu Feng is a Buddhist disciple who grew up in a temple and strictly abides by the precepts, where has he ever seen this posture, but after two or three glasses of wine, he fell asleep with a red face and red ears.

"Young master, I have drunk him, you can suck him tonight." Wonderful Master Dao. "Well done! There will be a reward later! Nangong Yan stretched out her Qianqian jade finger and stroked Qu Feng's face, and whispered, "Little monk, for you, I have worked hard. Two little maids in Tsing Yi came out from behind the curtain and carried Qu Feng out.

"Daiko, have you taken care of everything?" Nangong Yan Road. Na Qingmiao tore off the human skin mask on his face and returned to his big black appearance, "Young master, I drugged before dinner, and the monks in the whole temple were stunned. "Okay, I've laid an enchantment around the temple, and tonight I want the little monk to escape my palm, hahaha!" Nangong Yan looked up to the sky and smiled, charming and charming.

"May the young master come to fruition!" Big Black stammered.

Nangong Yan nodded with satisfaction and walked towards her bedroom.

Pushing open the door, she saw Qu Feng sleeping obediently on her bed. She walked in, closed the door, took out the "ecstasy powder" in her arms and poured it into the incense burner, and after a while, the room was filled with a seductive smell. Nangong Yan took off her coat, only a thin layer of gauze was draped on her body, and her skin was looming. "Little monk, wake up!" She stretched out her hand and gently shook Qu Feng's body. Qu Feng opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a woman's face, with bewitching eyes, two cheeks flying and red lips slightly open, sultry.