After temporarily appeasing Leng Xinmeng, Wu Hong entered Leng Qinglian's room.

Three or two paper bags were placed on the table, and Leng Qinglian was sitting at the window, holding a book and reading. Seeing Wu Hong coming in, she put down the book and said, "Why are you here, didn't you make an appointment with Fairy Fan?" ”

Wu Honggu said left and right: "Sister Lian's quiet posture is so beautiful. ”

"Flim Flam!" Leng Qinglian pursed her mouth, showing a rare appearance of her little daughter's emotional side. Wu Hong walked over, held her slender hand in the palm of his hand, and said casually while admiring it: "Xinmeng, I woke it up, I naturally won't let her have anything to do." ”

Leng Qinglian raised her eyes and looked at Wu Hongdao, who had a serious face: "Of course I believe you, it's just that Xinmeng's mental state is very poor these days, and she can't sleep well every night." So I'm a little worried~"

"Well, so I made some arrangements in her room just now, let's see if I can alleviate it first."

Leng Qinglian showed a curious look and said, "Does it have anything to do with your mysterious arrangement around the entire Bingqing Pavilion?" ”

Wu Hong was surprised: "So, Sister Lian, can you feel it?" ”

"Of course, the flowers and plants around Bingqing Pavilion are obviously more lush and vibrant than those outside. And Yun Bing and I both felt that no matter how tired we were in the company during the day, as long as we got home and breathed in the fresh air here, we could quickly get rid of our fatigue. It's just that Xinmeng's feeling is different from ours, which is really strange. Leng Qinglian seemed to inadvertently straighten the hair of her sideburns.

In an instant, Wu Hong seemed to have caught something, but was suddenly pushed by Leng Qinglian. Lost again. "Let's go find Fairy Fan, she should come over in a moment."

Wu Hong grabbed Leng Qinglian's slender waist with his hand, grabbed the pink lips, and kissed deeply and painfully like chasing souls. The delicate body in the arms was weak and weak, and then he let go of it proudly.

When the door slammed shut, Leng Qinglian sat down slowly with the back of her chair, and said to herself with a slight annoyance: "This little villain, I know that I am bullying me~" After sitting there calm for a while, she stood up and walked to the mirror to take a closer look. I feel like the rosiness on my face has faded. Then he opened the door and went to find Leng Xinmeng.

Fan Yunbing's door was hidden, and Wu Hong closed the door smoothly after entering. In the empty bedroom, how can there be a beautiful woman? He tried to scream twice before he heard a faint sound coming from the cloakroom.

Think of when you go shopping at night. There are several mysterious clothes. Fan Yunbing must carry it herself. Wu Hong unconsciously quickened his pace. Walked over.

A spacious cloakroom filled with a wide range of clothes. From hats of all kinds, to silk scarves of all kinds. Suits, casual wear, dresses and beautiful shoes are as good as a clothing store.

However, what attracts Wu Hong the most is not these dazzling clothes, but the bewitching beauty standing in front of the mirror at the moment.

I saw Fan Yunbing wearing a sleeveless miniskirt with lace hollows, and the lace hollows revealed soft and boneless fragrant shoulders and a firm and flat abdomen. However, her breasts, which she has always been proud of, are tightly wrapped, and her plump round buttocks are also properly covered by the hem of the short skirt, forming a perfect picture of convex and backward curl.

"Hong, is it good-looking?"

Wu Hong smiled knowingly, although this pajama did not show half of the spring, but it added a lot of tempting flavor.

"What do you say, goblin?"

Fan Yunbing raised her legs slowly and walked step by step. The hem of the short skirt shook involuntarily, and began to show a little snow-white spring light.

With the delicate body in his arms, Wu Hong's hands immediately stroked the plump buttocks. Lifting the hem of the short skirt, it is the elastic buttocks that are tentacled. After touching it for a long time, he was stunned to find a slender ribbon between the two buttocks.

A wicked smile spread on his face, and Wu Hong blocked his slightly panting red lips, and what entered his mouth was a completely different ecstasy taste. Fan Yunbing was like a pile of scorched dry firewood, and when she came into contact with this faint spark, her enthusiasm was immediately ignited.

Wu Hong's evil hand went around the back of his buttocks to the front of his body, slowly rubbing it through the small piece of cloth.

Fan Yunbing couldn't stand it, his eyes gradually blurred, and he couldn't help but reach out and suppress his weird hands, and then let go because he longed for that feeling. In such a loose press, the small piece of cloth was finally soaked, and the beauty in her arms seemed to be picking at will.

After a while, the two of them moved to the comfort of the big bed. Under Fan Yunbing's pandering, Wu Hong slowly faded the short skirt-style pajamas, gradually revealing a charming wet cloth from the bottom to the top, a tight and flat lower abdomen, and a plump jade rabbit as smooth as a peach......

Wu Hong swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt, and then kissed lightly on the beautiful lower abdomen. The smooth lower abdomen, without a trace of fat, trembled slightly with each of his light devours......

After many days of waiting, Fan Yunbing couldn't help but laugh under the unbearable teasing, and his confused expression kept calling Wu Hong's entry......

When Leng Qinglian walked out of her sister's room and passed by Fan Yunbing's door, she was catching a faint high-pitched tone coming from inside. That was Wu Hong's remarkable result after launching the first round of sprints. Leng Qinglian couldn't help but stop and be stunned, then she couldn't hear a sound, and then reacted, and then trotted back to her room.

Looking at the glamorous dolls who were soft and puddled under him, Wu Hong began to taste it sometimes shallowly, sometimes violently. Fan Yunbing, who had already lost the whole line, felt like a flat boat on the turbulent sea, sometimes flying up to the clouds and sometimes falling to the sea. In such ups and downs, Fan Yun Bingying murmured indiscriminately, until she forgot her feelings and lost her speech, until she fell asleep tiredly.

Wu Hong put his limp delicate body on the pillow, carefully covered the quilt, and then lay down unsatisfied. In my mind, I was thinking about whether to go next door and continue to fight~

In the midst of such a struggle of thoughts, half an hour passed unconsciously, and suddenly, a sad scream came. Although the soundproofing of this villa is very good, Wu Hong's hearing is far from comparable. As soon as he released his senses, he immediately realized that the scream came from Leng Xinmeng's room.

Wu Hong quickly put on his clothes, and within seconds. had already broken open the door of Leng Xinmeng's room and appeared in front of her bed. I saw that Leng Xinmeng on the bed had already kicked off the quilt, at this time her eyes were closed, her pretty face was pale, her head was holding her head in both hands, and her expression was sometimes frightened and sometimes painful.

It's a strange illness that has flared up again, and it's much worse than the one during the day!

Wu Hong immediately made a judgment, and immediately stretched out his hands, and several golden needles appeared in his hands. Then. Wu Hong secretly urged. The golden needle flew out of the body with a cold glow, and stabbed several big points in front of Leng Xinmeng's body. Then, Wu Hong flipped her over and treated her smoothly again. Leng Xinmeng in his sleep gradually quieted down.

Leng Xinmeng said it during the day. Her strange illness is that it occurs once every three days or so. But this time. It was no more than twelve hours before the daytime time, and was it a sign of an aggravation? Could it be that this Spirit Gathering Array has no effect at all?

Wu Hong frowned and pondered. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred in his mind, and he thought of the trace of thought that he had caught in Leng Qinglian's room. With suspicion, Wu Hong lifted the spirit gathering array next to Leng Xinmeng's bed, and then came to the balcony to temporarily lift the Four Elephant Mystery Array covering the two rows.

Back in Fan Yunbing's room, Wu Hong didn't feel sleepy. His divine sense shrouded the confines of the two villas, and he paid attention to the changes in Leng Xinmeng's condition.

Slightly drunk in the early morning, when Leng Qinglian went downstairs to prepare breakfast, she unexpectedly found that Wu Hong was already busy in the kitchen. So she dressed in her tracksuit and trotted around the garden around the villa.

After a while, Leng Qinglian returned to the villa and said to the busy Wu Hong: "Strange, why do I think that the vicinity of Bingqing Pavilion is a little different from before?" ”

Wu Hong smiled and said, "Your feeling is right, I have temporarily removed the surrounding arrangement." ”

"For what?" Leng Qinglian said incomprehensibly.

"To test one of my conjectures. Sister Lian, Xinmeng fell ill again last night. ”

Leng Qinglian immediately said anxiously: "How could it be, so soon, she became ill again?" ”

Wu Hong gestured to her: "Sister Lian, don't worry, I may have found the cause of her illness." Now I have removed the layout around the villa to test this conjecture. ”

Leng Qinglian became more and more puzzled and said: "Everything you arrange around the villa is very good for the flowers and plants and the human body." Living here, I felt like I was living in a fairyland. The air is fresh, and the flowers and plants are full of spirituality, which makes people feel very comfortable to see. ”

Wu Hong shook his head and said: "Ke Xinmeng, she is different from you, she was once possessed by the witch's primordial spirit, and there are still majestic memories of the witch in her brain. So I'm worried that maybe it's because the aura here is too strong, causing those massive memories to interfere with her normal cranial nerves, which will lead to the occurrence of strange diseases. ”

Seeing that Leng Qinglian still had a puzzled expression, Wu Hong continued to explain: "Those memories are like a heavy burden, which increases the load on Xinmeng's brain, and this burden may even be dozens of times that of a normal person. ”

"Originally, Xinmeng could only reveal a small part of those memories, but with the continuous nourishment of spiritual power here, those memories became spontaneously active, and Xinmeng itself has not fully controlled their ability, which leads to the occurrence of strange diseases."

"But how can such a thing as memory come alive spontaneously?" Leng Qinglian was full of incomprehensible tunnels.

Wu Hong waved his hand and said, "I can't tell you the specifics, but Sister Lian, don't forget, those massive memories are what a witch in her infancy once had." The cultivators of the Yuan Infant Stage are very powerful. The last time Xinmeng was able to escape, it was entirely because the witch was already very weak, and we took advantage of the fire to destroy it. ”

Leng Qinglian couldn't help but say worriedly: "It's so serious, will there be anything wrong with Xinmeng?" ”

Wu Hong had no choice but to comfort: "Don't worry, Sister Lian, no matter what, I will do my best." ”

In anxious worry, Leng Qinglian finished breakfast. Looking at the time, it was almost eight o'clock, and at this time, even the most sleepy Fan Yunbing got up.

Leng Xinmeng slept extremely sweetly, and Wu Hong motioned to Leng Qinglian not to disturb her. As for Fan Yunbing, it was that last night's battle was too fierce, and then it lacked the nourishment of aura, so the fatigue of the body recovered a little slower. It's a pity that she is a creative leader, so naturally she can't sleep at home, so she was pulled to work by Leng Qinglian in a daze. (To be continued......)