The secret room of Qingqiu Mansion.

It is difficult to get merciful in drowning in the inner and inner fingers, even if you close your eyes and meditate, and recite hundreds of immortal books in the Zhiri Palace, but your mind does not dare to move slightly, and your hands are not lightly released, so that you can clench your fists and secretly admonish: If you delay for a moment, you will do it for a moment. It's just that the evil power in the reins is heavy, and the breath is even more glamorous and unrelenting, and I have tried to seal the five senses, but the yang power in the body seems to have a backlash, if it is a strong control of the qi to resist, disgusted with the internal and external attacks, its condition is getting worse.

Qingqiu was outside, and when he saw this, he was even more secretly happy, and he got up and moved forward, only a foot away from the image of Profitless, and then opened his middle coat widely, pulled it off his shoulder, pulled it to his waist, and tied it at will; Then he slowly reached out, and went down with a golden crown on his head, stroking inch by inch, until he reached his cheeks.

"Lang Lang" has a crisp and charming voice, and the style is to the bone.

"Why do you want to do this, it hurts both the king's body and the servile's heart."

The upper eyelid moved slightly, causing the long eyelashes to tremble slightly, the lower lip was slightly closed, the rhinoceros was clenched, and he didn't dare to open his mouth, but the sweat droplets fell straight down, and he saw that Qingqiu's heart was like a hundred claws scratching, impatient, and he raised his hand to catch the beads of sweat, but because of the virtual image, the palm was still empty.

Qingqiu saw that Lang Wumian crossed his knees, and the beads of sweat fell on the end of his shirt, so he poked his head straight and rubbed his cheeks against his legs; When he was young, his sex was not finished, so he raised his body again, stretched out his arms around his face, and stared fixedly.

"Even if it's a phantom, the mind is enough." Qingqiu opened his chest and muttered to himself. After speaking, he felt even more dry mouth, stretched out his clever tongue, and licked the thin sweat on his forehead.

Got no mercy and closed his eyes, knowing that he was trapped in the reins, Qingqiu did not dare to move, and he was outside the reins, only seeing the virtual image, which was difficult to do.

After a stalemate for a long time, I was merciless and heard the voice of Qingqiu calling softly, high and low, and obscene words like the wind swinging willows, charming.

"Spring dreams are like this, there is nothing else to ask for." Qingqiu let out a long groan and said slowly.

Got the head of Wumiwei to the side, the eyebrows were deeply locked, and the eyes were slightly opened, and he was surprised to see Qingqiu naked in front of him, blaspheming himself.

Angry and merciless, his wrist shook slightly, and he was heartbroken: "You dare to blaspheme Ruosi!" ”

Qingqiu lost his strength, collapsed at the feet of Lang Wumi, closed his eyes and smiled, and said for a while: "If Lang Lang agrees, he will be fortunate, and it will rain in the twilight of the clouds, and Qingqiu will die!" ”

He closed his eyes again without mercy, closed his teeth, and secretly said in his heart: I am afraid that he will not know how to be satisfied, and his evil thoughts will rise again; If you really enter the inner circle, although its exercises are ordinary, you are not allowed to get close, but you are afraid that you will be bound and there is no hope of getting out; And this evil of the nine, I gradually feel that I can't catch it. Thinking of this, thinking about the matter of Bai Yan, if there is no trace of Xingtian, his eyes are in trouble, and he knows that it is difficult for the people in the Sun Palace to be spared, but he also does not know whether he can remove his armor and help him be safe.

For a while, my heart turned around, and my body could neither fight with the eyes, nor could I see with worry-free, and I was trapped here for life, and was despised by this generation.

The blood and qi surged again, the fishy smell in the throat gradually rose, and he felt a dry mouth, and said lightly: "The fluid is depleted, and the lips are cracked and dry." ”

When Qingqiu heard this, he was overjoyed, and replied again and again: "Qingqiu will make tea here to quench your thirst." After that, he got up in a hurry, put up his clothes, and walked a few steps, but he didn't forget to turn back step by step, seeing that his shirt was wet, his mouth and eyes were closed, his posture was beautiful, and he couldn't help but swallow incense and saliva, and secretly said in his heart: Are you willing to ask for tea, but also for joy? In this way, he tightened his clothes and exited the secret room in the blink of an eye.

Turning his eyes open, looking around, he was more compelling.

Qingqiu to the outer hall, with the best mountain spring, boiled tea paste, no need to wash the tea, no foam, but the bento is very, but half a moment has become. Qingqiu was busy taking it, and then went to the secret room.

"Lang Lang, the tea is warm, and the drink is appropriate." After that, Qingqiu stepped forward and muttered, "Is it good for a slave to enter the house to serve tea?" ”

Stunned, he replied in a deep voice: "Step by step and gradually." ”

Qingqiu was overjoyed, and said secretly: If this is the case, isn't the joy of the bed counting the day? Thinking of this, he bowed down and said lightly: "The slave must obey the order." This sends the teacup into the thread. As soon as the words fell, I saw Qingqiu's left foot forward, his arched leg leaning over, his right palm stretched out and pushed slowly, and his left palm pinched the trick with finger blood; The blood dripped in front, the tea cup in the back, flew to the side of the phantom of no mercy, the blood poured into the body, and the colored beads reappeared, like an arch to lead, slowly introducing the tea cup into the thread.

Seeing this, he raised his arm and lightly took the teacup, and saw that the tea soup was red and bright, and the aroma was curling, so he relieved his breath, put the teacup close to his lips, and after a little sip, he shook his head and sighed: "Tea is not tea." ”

Qingqiu was shocked, but only responded: "If Lang Lang doesn't like it, he will abandon this tea paste, and wait for the slave to brew some loose tea, all of which are good in the house." ”

Lang Wumian snorted lightly, closed his eyes and said: "Meng Er is kind, and he has no mercy." Please step back and come tomorrow. ”

Qingqiu raised his eyebrows, and he was thinking in his heart: if he is trapped in nine, it is difficult for him to do anything; Now that I have spoken so softly, I will wait a little longer, and I will think that tomorrow will be able to accomplish this beautiful thing. Thinking like this, Qingqiu bowed down, retreated to the end of the secret room, and said lightly: "Pan Lang Lang is thoughtful, and Qingqiu is allowed, you and I will go to Wushan together, double cultivation with wings, no matter what the eyes are, grasp the moment, and sail happily!" After that, he raised his eyebrows again, looked at Lang Wumi, and stood for a while before he was willing to leave.

Holding the teacup without mercy, his brows furrowed deeply, and with a little force, the teacup shattered immediately, and the tea soup splashed everywhere.

"I don't know if this time, should it be Shuntian, or change my life?" Make no mercy and lower his eyebrows, and say lightly.