Xiahou Mobing's breath suddenly stagnated, his heartbeat missed a beat, a pair of dark eyes slowly became fanatical, the woman's skin in front of him was steamed by the mist and the white was red, and it could be broken with a snap of her fingers, and a few strands of green silk were naughtily stuck to the lip flap, because of the curvature of the corner of the lip, the whole face that was usually cold was very enchanting, and her eyes were like silk. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiahou Mobing was almost stunned, stretched out his hand, and slowly approached her face.

At this time, Murong Xue's eyes changed suddenly, Xiahou Mobing was stunned, and woke up in vain, not good!

"Poof—"

"Wow-"

Xiahou Mobing was caught off guard, and fell into the pool with a four-up-and-eight-fork momentum, and suddenly the water splashed, and the pool water continued to overflow along the edge.

"Haha...... Haha...... "Murong Xue was lying comfortably on the soft couch and rolling, smiling brightly, not just tempting, ****, not only you, but I will too."

After a while, a pair of delicate feet fell down the soft couch, Murong Xue stood barefoot by the pool, the warm pool water did not pass her crystal red nails, a pair of **** slender and straight, green silk meandered down along the beautiful scenery on her chest, until her knees, just a pair of cool eyes looked at the calm pool suspiciously.

"Ink?"

The water in the pond is crystal clear, but it is calm and waveless, and when it is swept away, there is no figure anywhere, and the sheets on the jade floor next to it are gone.

Murong Xue glanced around, it was impossible, there was no movement at all, where did he go.

"Whoa—"

As soon as his ears moved, there was a sound of water on the side, Murong Xue couldn't dodge, his waist tightened in vain, the person was rolled up, lifted into the air, and the whole person suddenly fell into the pool, and in a blink of an eye, he was firmly shackled by Xiahou Mobing in his arms, Murong Xue's naked back was close to his fiery chest.

"Little guy, how should I punish you?"

Xiahou Mobing's low smile came from her ears, and she let out a sigh close to Murong Xue's ear, causing Murong Xue to tremble a little, bowing her head, Xiahou Mobing kissed her round ear, Xue'er was so naughty, as soon as she got angry, she thought of scooping water to extinguish him.

Who let you get tricked yourself! , Murong Xue turned around, and just wanted to say something, impartially, the inch-wide scar on Xiahou Mobing's chest just stopped in front of her eyes, Murong Xue's eyes darkened in vain, and the corners of her curved lips dropped little by little. Raising his hand around his broad arm, his soft lips covered with the pink mark, the movement was never gentle.

"I'm sorry, Mo, I'm sorry ......"

The intermittent voice overflowed from her lips, Murong Xue had mixed feelings in her heart, what a fool, but her heart was warm, except for the person in front of her, she couldn't tolerate anything, and it was enough to have a man who loved her so much.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong in the mausoleum that day.

Xiahou Mobing felt her tenderness, covered her back with a big palm, held her in his arms, and said with a smile: "It's worth ......"

It was indeed worth it, and for that he harvested her in the mausoleum, didn't he? So that little injury is nothing at all!

The cold lines on Xiahou Mobing's face softened, he had suffered a lot of injuries, but this scar was the most valuable.

"Since Xue'er is uneasy, why don't you repay it in another way?"

Xiahou Mobing's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he hit up and down unabashedly

In the spacious dormitory, the glazed wall lamps emit a soft white light, and the jade smoke curls in the delicate incense burner.

Since Xiahou Mobing came back from the mausoleum, he began to build the Snow Ink Palace, and the decoration of the entire Snow Ink Hall is mainly made of glass, giving up luxury.

Xiahou Mobing put Murong Xue, who was sleeping in a mess, on the bed, lifted the quilt, covered her bare shoulders like white jade, and stared at her beautiful and lazy sleeping face, Xiahou Mobing hooked her lips and smiled, she was really a little lazy pig, her slender fingers stretched out and hooked her pretty nose.

Murong Xue in the dream seemed to feel it, and couldn't help frowning.

"Haha......" Seeing Murong Xue's cute side, Xiahou Mobing hooked his lips slightly and said with a low smile.

Xiahou Mo Bing got up, and his black brocade boots paced step by step to the side of the Mo Yu desk not far away.

The cold brows furrowed slightly, Xiahou Mo Bingxiu stretched out his slender hand and gently picked up the cyan brocade cloth on the outside of the object, his dark eyes flashed, scroll?

As the picture scroll opened little by little, Xiahou Mobing's brows became deeper and deeper, and in the end, it directly condensed into a Sichuan character, rising high, and the dark pupils were cold, as if condensed into thousands of feet of ice.

Under the soft light, on the ink jade desk, is an unfolded picture scroll, between the ink brush, under the moonlit night, a woman in white reclining on a tree branch, her face is cold, the jade belt is flying, wanton and chic, the corners of her red lips are slightly hooked, and her cool eyes are deep and boundless, so beautiful that she is like a moonlit night elf, like the goddess of the moon.

The woman in the painting is not Murong Xue who is sleeping sweetly on the other side.

Xiahou Mobing's hand on the painting scroll tightened more and more, his eyes were cold, and in those Ling Han's eyes, a trace of dark red gradually emerged, and the slightest cold air in his palm was swirling, and he could almost see the cold mist between his slender fingers, the temperature of the entire dormitory dropped suddenly, and Murong Xue on the opposite bed seemed to feel the subtle change in the atmosphere, and the willow eyebrows moved slightly.

A cold breath with the power of destruction suddenly struck the scroll.

"Ink ......"

Xiahou Mobing was stunned, and the movements in his hands followed, and he suddenly met the slightly cool and deep eyes of the woman in the painting, and at the same time, the dark red in the eyes gradually disappeared with this shout, as if he had just heard her calling for herself, the thin lips that were as red as blood pursed them, and the fingers were curled, covering the face of the painted woman little by little, and the eyes were slightly softer, and the fingertips moved gently along her cheeks.

In the middle of the night, the corners of Xiahou Mobing's mouth hooked a strange arc, the pitch-black heavy pupils flashed a trace of dark light, the sleeve robe was raised, and with a wave of his big hand, the scroll rolled along the Moyu desk, and it was instantly closed.

"Smack-"

Xiahou Mobing grabbed it in his hand, walked to the front of the bookshelf, and placed it in the innermost pavilion, on the edge of a very inconspicuous corner.

"Hmmm......"

Murong Xue on the couch muttered softly, and Xiahou Mobing, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, quickly withdrew his hand, a hint of haste flashed in his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss.

After a while, Murong Xue on the bed did not move, she was sleeping sweetly at the moment, and Xiahou Mobing at this time didn't know what she thought, her frowning eyebrows relaxed, and she raised her feet and walked to the bed, her steps were very

Xiahou Mobing's breath suddenly stagnated, his heartbeat missed a beat, a pair of dark eyes slowly became fanatical, the woman's skin in front of him was steamed by the mist and the white was red, and it could be broken with a snap of her fingers, and a few strands of green silk were naughtily stuck to the lip flap, because of the curvature of the corner of the lip, the whole face that was usually cold was very enchanting, and her eyes were like silk.

Xiahou Mobing was almost stunned, stretched out his hand, and slowly approached her face.

At this time, Murong Xue's eyes changed suddenly, Xiahou Mobing was stunned, and woke up in vain, not good!

"Poof—"

"Wow-"

Xiahou Mobing was caught off guard, and fell into the pool with a four-up-and-eight-fork momentum, and suddenly the water splashed, and the pool water continued to overflow along the edge.

"Haha...... Haha...... "Murong Xue was lying comfortably on the soft couch and rolling, smiling brightly, not just tempting, ****, not only you, but I will too."

After a while, a pair of delicate feet fell down the soft couch, Murong Xue stood barefoot by the pool, the warm pool water did not pass her crystal red nails, a pair of **** slender and straight, green silk meandered down along the beautiful scenery on her chest, until her knees, just a pair of cool eyes looked at the calm pool suspiciously.

"Ink?"

The water in the pond is crystal clear, but it is calm and waveless, and when it is swept away, there is no figure anywhere, and the sheets on the jade floor next to it are gone.

Murong Xue glanced around, it was impossible, there was no movement at all, where did he go.

"Whoa—"

As soon as his ears moved, there was a sound of water on the side, Murong Xue couldn't dodge, his waist tightened in vain, the person was rolled up, lifted into the air, and the whole person suddenly fell into the pool, and in a blink of an eye, he was firmly shackled by Xiahou Mobing in his arms, Murong Xue's naked back was close to his fiery chest.

"Little guy, how should I punish you?"

Xiahou Mobing's low smile came from her ears, and she let out a sigh close to Murong Xue's ear, causing Murong Xue to tremble a little, bowing her head, Xiahou Mobing kissed her round ear, Xue'er was so naughty, as soon as she got angry, she thought of scooping water to extinguish him.

Who let you get tricked yourself! , Murong Xue turned around, and just wanted to say something, impartially, the inch-wide scar on Xiahou Mobing's chest just stopped in front of her eyes, Murong Xue's eyes darkened in vain, and the corners of her curved lips dropped little by little. Raising his hand around his broad arm, his soft lips covered with the pink mark, the movement was never gentle.

"I'm sorry, Mo, I'm sorry ......"

The intermittent voice overflowed from her lips, Murong Xue had mixed feelings in her heart, what a fool, but her heart was warm, except for the person in front of her, she couldn't tolerate anything, and it was enough to have a man who loved her so much.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong in the mausoleum that day.

Xiahou Mobing felt her tenderness, covered her back with a big palm, held her in his arms, and said with a smile: "It's worth ......"

It was indeed worth it, and for that he harvested her in the mausoleum, didn't he? So that little injury is nothing at all!

The cold lines on Xiahou Mobing's face softened, he had suffered a lot of injuries, but this scar was the most valuable.

"Since Xue'er is uneasy, why don't you repay it in another way?"

Xiahou Mobing's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he hit up and down unabashedly

In the spacious dormitory, the glazed wall lamps emit a soft white light, and the jade smoke curls in the delicate incense burner.

Since Xiahou Mobing came back from the mausoleum, he began to build the Snow Ink Palace, and the decoration of the entire Snow Ink Hall is mainly made of glass, giving up luxury.

Xiahou Mobing put Murong Xue, who was sleeping in a mess, on the bed, lifted the quilt, covered her bare shoulders like white jade, and stared at her beautiful and lazy sleeping face, Xiahou Mobing hooked her lips and smiled, she was really a little lazy pig, her slender fingers stretched out and hooked her pretty nose.

Murong Xue in the dream seemed to feel it, and couldn't help frowning.

"Haha......" Seeing Murong Xue's cute side, Xiahou Mobing hooked his lips slightly and said with a low smile.

Xiahou Mo Bing got up, and his black brocade boots paced step by step to the side of the Mo Yu desk not far away.

The cold brows furrowed slightly, Xiahou Mo Bingxiu stretched out his slender hand and gently picked up the cyan brocade cloth on the outside of the object, his dark eyes flashed, scroll?

As the picture scroll opened little by little, Xiahou Mobing's brows became deeper and deeper, and in the end, it directly condensed into a Sichuan character, rising high, and the dark pupils were cold, as if condensed into thousands of feet of ice.

Under the soft light, on the ink jade desk, is an unfolded picture scroll, between the ink brush, under the moonlit night, a woman in white reclining on a tree branch, her face is cold, the jade belt is flying, wanton and chic, the corners of her red lips are slightly hooked, and her cool eyes are deep and boundless, so beautiful that she is like a moonlit night elf, like the goddess of the moon.

The woman in the painting is not Murong Xue who is sleeping sweetly on the other side.

Xiahou Mobing's hand on the painting scroll tightened more and more, his eyes were cold, and in those Ling Han's eyes, a trace of dark red gradually emerged, and the slightest cold air in his palm was swirling, and he could almost see the cold mist between his slender fingers, the temperature of the entire dormitory dropped suddenly, and Murong Xue on the opposite bed seemed to feel the subtle change in the atmosphere, and the willow eyebrows moved slightly.

A cold breath with the power of destruction suddenly struck the scroll.

"Ink ......"

Xiahou Mobing was stunned, and the movements in his hands followed, and he suddenly met the slightly cool and deep eyes of the woman in the painting, and at the same time, the dark red in the eyes gradually disappeared with this shout, as if he had just heard her calling for herself, the thin lips that were as red as blood pursed them, and the fingers were curled, covering the face of the painted woman little by little, and the eyes were slightly softer, and the fingertips moved gently along her cheeks.

In the middle of the night, the corners of Xiahou Mobing's mouth hooked a strange arc, the pitch-black heavy pupils flashed a trace of dark light, the sleeve robe was raised, and with a wave of his big hand, the scroll rolled along the Moyu desk, and it was instantly closed.

"Smack-"

Xiahou Mobing grabbed it in his hand, walked to the front of the bookshelf, and placed it in the innermost pavilion, on the edge of a very inconspicuous corner.

"Hmmm......"

Murong Xue on the couch muttered softly, and Xiahou Mobing, who was standing in front of the bookshelf, quickly withdrew his hand, a hint of haste flashed in his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong, at a loss.

After a while, Murong Xue on the couch did not move, she was sleeping sweetly at the moment, and Xiahou Mobing at this time didn't know what she thought, her frowning eyebrows relaxed, and she raised her feet and walked to the bed, her steps were very light.

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