This time the streamer really retracted his mind and didn't peep, it's not that he doesn't want to, but he can't, Jing Zhao is Chenjun in the end, and people will have to return to the inheritance one day, and at that time, they won't be able to keep it by Fusu, so it's better not to recruit Chenjun to clean up.

The reason why Liuguang wants to retract his mind this time is also because he has a premonition, this time Fusu decisively wants to eat Chenjun's meat. Last time Fu Su was injured, Jing Zhao could poke her down with a finger, this time Fu Su went crazy, the sword intent in his body was like a galloping wild horse, Fu Su's current face is really not something Jing Zhao can resist.

Fu Su opened his eyes, and this time his mind was sober!

But her body was like a wave at high tide, rising higher and higher, and she couldn't help but want to get close to Jingzhao, because she felt in him the strength that could calm her down. Although the Pure Heart Mantra hindered her a little, it didn't matter, her current cultivation realm was higher than Jing Zhao, and her cultivation in sword intent was even more staggering, how could she not defeat a little Zen master.

At this moment, in her eyes, the bald little Zen master has a layer of white aura around his body, which makes the little Zen master more delicious and delicious, making people want to eat it when they look at it. Damn, Fu Su didn't have any thoughts of resisting this time, and last time she felt humiliated because of her actions, but this time she only felt excited in the process of action, unusually excited.

Zen exercises have a fatal attraction to cultivators who extinguish sword intent, if they are all sons, it is enough to be a good brother and mix together every day, but if a man and a woman, what are you waiting for, don't carelessly push it down, even if he is Chenjun - Streamer Supplement!

"Senior Sister Fusu, don't be impulsive, your physical strength is colliding with sword intent now, Hu Lai will only hurt yourself, stop quickly." Jing Zhao's heart-purifying mantra has been sung, but the knotted handprint cannot be loosened yet, and the handprint can only be stopped until the sword intent in Fusu's body subsides. Jing Zhao wanted to wait, but it was only a moment, but he couldn't wait for a moment, and Fusu's soft hand like a flower branch had already burrowed into his clothes. The hands brushed his chest with the coolness of the evening breeze, but it brought a burst of warmth, and Jing Zhao almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, how could he encounter such a test every time he saw Jian Xiu Fusu.

"I don't want to, but I can't stop." Fusu spoke and thought normally, she even wanted to stop, but she thought so in her head, her hand movements didn't stop at all, and she should be excited. She estimated that she was quite beaten up now, obviously pushing others with an excited face, and pretending to be very hard.

Jing Zhao's current cultivation is lower than that of Fusu, and the lethality of sword cultivation is already higher than that of other monks, so no matter how much Jing Zhao resists, it will be useless. If Fusu was confused, he could still knock her out with one palm, but now Fusu is very sober, he wants to chop it with one palm, but he is afraid that he will be stunned by Fusu.

Just when Jing Zhao was thinking about how to solve this trouble, Fu Su pushed him to the ground with both hands, the moonlight sprinkled, the candle shadows swayed, the cigarette smoke curled, and the bald little Zen master's clothes were messily displayed on it. I have to say, just like this, Fu Su can't stop in the first place, even if he can, he wants to make a fuss first.

Reaching out and pulling away the clothes that were in the way, Fu Su didn't even look at Jing Zhao's intention to resist the seal, and as soon as his little finger was raised, a few wisps of sword intent overflowed and restrained Jing Zhao. also raised his eyebrows proudly, with a look of "little look, you have to let me slaughter it now". Fu Su thought about it, after fighting today, I was afraid that Jing Zhao would be able to chase and kill her all over the world without knowing about the past and not asking about the future, since this is the case, just enjoy it.

Lust has long been born in her chest, how can she stop, all she can do is either to fight to the death and push down, or with the mentality of tasting and enjoyment. Instead of eating meat full of humiliation, it's better to be cheerful, anyway, it's going to be eaten - Fusu feels that she has fallen, and her sword intent is unyielding, she gave up resistance so quickly for what she wanted!

Because you have already transcended the unyielding sword intent, although the silence has not been reached, you have reached the third realm of the sword intent-the streamer is replenished.

Persistence comes from unyielding, but higher than unyielding, persistence can be wronged, but the purpose will not change. It's like the joke – if the person I hate likes me, then I don't hate him. People who like me have taste, how can I hate such a tasteful person, I am a principled person.

The third realm of sword intent is a short introduction in one sentence - unscrupulous means to achieve the goal!

I watched Fu Su pull the green silk behind his ears, smiled at him softly, and then leaned down his head against his lips on his skin, and his soft little tongue was like a rain-soaked petal on a midsummer afternoon, slowly brushing every part of his body inch by inch - really every place! After the baptism of lips and tongue, Fusu raised his head slightly to look, and seemed to be very satisfied with the little Zen master's smooth and moist body.

Flirtatiously and seductively, he stretched out his fingers and gently stirred around the place that had gradually become tougher, and brought his lips and tongue together as he provoked. Last time, she felt that it was humiliating and unacceptable to bow down to people, but this time Ni Mei accepted it so quickly, and she didn't respond at all, is it really a birth and two times of maturity.

"Sister Fusu ......"

"I ...... Well, I really don't want to. "Although I don't want to think about it at all, I still have to say that, and I can clean her up a little less afterwards, right?

Jing Zhaozhen wanted to ask: "You touched your conscience and said, are you sincere?" ”

What is conscience? Count the women and men, you just enjoy it, and leave the rest to me, although I want to eat you, but this is already a very conscientious person, right?

When it was time to officially start eating, Fusu thought that the knot on his waist was too troublesome, and with a force of both hands, he tore the clothes on his body. The red clothes fell to the ground like vermilion petals, and Fu Su hooked up with one foot on his bare body, and lifted the clothes that fell to the ground far away, and when the clothes fell to the ground again, Fu Su had also fallen on the little Zen master.

The little Zen master's chest is just rubbed by the small peaks and peaks of Fusu, and the scene calls the little Zen master to chant the scriptures in his heart, when he just called Fusu sister, Fusu has already sealed his mouth, and he can only chant the scriptures in his heart now, but what kind of scriptures can't control his body to react. Moreover, when Zen Buddhism reaches their side, they can't help but love men and women at all, and there is really no corresponding scripture mantra on this.

When Fusu held his moxibustion heat against the soft and damp heat, Jing Zhao also forgot to chant the scriptures, and he was too flustered in the forest for the first time, and he really couldn't remember it clearly. The second time he was pinched off by Chenjun, the third time he didn't succeed, there is a way is only three, this time he really ate a sturdy one, although Jing Zhao didn't know that this was the fourth time.

Fu Su let out a long moan, his neck was raised, and he flew backwards with green silk, Sister Ni, this feels so good, is it really exciting enough for women to go up to men. got up lightly, sat down again, the peaks and mountains on his chest were rippling with waves of white flowers, and Fu Su himself blushed, not to mention the little Zen master who was already crazy.

In the main hall, the green yarn rises and falls due to the wind, and the moonlight rises and falls because of the green yarn, or shines brightly or secretly on the intertwined bodies of the two. Fu Su discovered the benefits of cultivation at this time, physical strength is really non-human, once the physical strength is a little insufficient, there is a sword intent to come to make up for the physical strength. Between the ups and downs of the body, there are both satisfaction and shortcomings, and the twin peaks on the chest are really not satisfied.

She was really embarrassed to let Fusu rub herself, and the next moment she had a new understanding of her thick-skinned and open realm, because she leaned over and raised Jing Zhao's hands to press on her white flesh. I'm embarrassed, I'm embarrassed to raise someone else's hand to rub it, Fusu, do you still want to be cheeky.

Jing Zhao squeezed it lightly twice, and quickly retracted his hand, where was Fu Su willing to let his hand leave his body at this time, and his fingers were lightly raised, fixing Jing Zhao's hand there. He didn't move, she was going to move anyway.

Gradually, Jing Zhao's eyes became blurred, as if something was shaking in his heart......

Fu Su didn't notice the change in Jing Zhao, but moved her body on her own, and just as she was about to reach the next wave of high X tide, the back of her head was cold, and Jing Zhao's hand knot diamond seal split her firmly. Fu Su was in pain, and was about to say something, but was pushed away by Jing Zhao. Fu Su relentlessly wanted to step forward again, Jing Zhaoping took out a palm, but this time it was the famous Vajra palm of Zen Buddhism.

If it was Jing Zhao, Fusu would definitely be able to eat, but this palm not only calmed the sword intent surging in her body, but she also slammed into the wall because of this palm, and the corners of her mouth even overflowed with a trace of blood, and her mouth was full of the smell of blood and rust. Stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and really saw that there was bloodshot, Fu Su looked up at the bald little Zen master in puzzlement, why was he suddenly so powerful.

At the moment of doubt, Jing Zhao walked over, looked at her condescendingly, and said in an extremely cold voice: "I can't really leave you." ”

Now Fu Su understood, and there was no longer a little Zen master in front of him: "Chen...... Chenjun. ”

The forced push was caught, and this time it seems that it is worse than eighty percent.

I saw Tianchen raise his hand, as if he could finish off Fu Su with a palm split in the next second, Fu Su couldn't even get up with the idea of resisting under his strong coercion, so he could only close his eyes and wait. But she waited for a moment, but she didn't see the palm splitting down, so she opened her eyes and looked at Tianchen.

Tianchen squatted down under her gaze, hooked his fingers and took out a piece of clothing from her Qiankun bracelet and put it on her, and at the end he sighed imperceptibly: "You have inherited the inheritance of the Taoist sect, practice hard, don't fall into his prestige." ”

If Fusu didn't have Li Daozong's inheritance, Tianchen's palm would have already fallen, where would there be the slightest hesitation. But thinking of Li Daozong, how can Tianchen do it, this woman has the sword intent of annihilation, and she will still be entangled with Jing Zhao in the future, Tianchen should have single-handedly killed her, but for the three words of Li Daozong, he can't do that.

Daozong is above, thank you for letting me pick up another small life.

"There can be no next time."

This one...... I can't guarantee that Fusu will definitely go to knock down people as long as she sees Jing Zhao once, and she is too tireless.

Maybe Tianchen also felt that this was unlikely, so he added: "If you really can't, knock him down and seal the five senses." ”

Streamer silently sighed on the side - worthy of Chenjun, he is so cruel to himself!