Most of the big girls and little daughters-in-law living in the 21st century will be shy when they look at the beautiful body of a "strange" man. After all, it was an era when nudity was not shameful, and obscenity was shameful in the eyes.

Are the times advancing, or are they regressing?

Fusu is now facing the two heavens of ice and fire, don't get me wrong, it's not the meaning at the level of action, but the meaning at the level of spirit and action. Her thoughts are clear, and she can even think of propositions about the progress and regression of the times, but her body seems to be controlled by people, her hands buried in the green and snow-white flesh, rubbing lightly or heavily.

Even Jing Zhao's mind was firm, and his breath was already floating at this time, his face was flushed, and his eyes had gradually lost the original anger and clarity, as if there was a faint glow on his amber pupils, and the whole person was almost blurred. This young body is still too immature and green, if it is really the body of great power, or Jing Zhao has obtained all the inheritance of the previous life, even if the three thousand demon girls take their own forms, they will not be able to tempt him.

The current Jingzhao, the Chadian inheritance, the soul and body are still in the initial stage, and just a floating su has already made him lose his mind.

If it is just rubbing and teasing with both hands, Jing Zhao may recover after a short period of indulgence, but what makes Fusu and Jing Zhao unbearable is ......

"Don't ......" The next moment Fu Su shouted no, his mouth was already on the hot that had already erected, his lips pressed against each other, and his tongue intersected. Although the smell was not so unbearable, Fusu couldn't accept that he was using such a gesture, crouching under an almost unfamiliar man, swallowing the stiffness that grew stronger and stronger.

Jing Zhao snorted and indulged in it. The soft, moist and hot mouth rubbed against him, and the desperate hands did not stop, rubbing the fingerprints on his buttocks vigorously, and rubbing a crimson color, like the color of a drunken drunk.

At this moment, Jing Zhao was actually able to move, even if he was kneaded with Fusu, he didn't have time to free Fusu's clothes, but with a force of both hands, he tore her cinnabar red skirt and pants with all his might, and then seemed to be familiar with the hole.

"Don't, Jing Zhao...... Jing Zhao, don't be like this, you will regret it, you will regret it......" Fu Su couldn't resist the pleasure of her body, but her consciousness was clearer, she didn't understand, for what the red-clothed demon and her would also be tortured together.

In the dark, she felt that it was the great demon who kept her spirit platform awake, which also made her even more devastated. She didn't collapse because she was "pushed down" and pushed down, she collapsed because she thought about her future life, and she was afraid that she couldn't get better if she thought about it.

The little shallot's capital was quite good, and the night was endless, until the next day, when she felt the light and opened her eyes, Fusu was still half-naked on the grass, and the wind passed through her legs, blowing her whole body from the soles of her feet to the hair. She sat up after giving herself a cure, but found that Jing Zhao was sitting not far from her, and the whole person was like a young vegetable leaf that had been wilted, and there was a frightening atmosphere in silence.

Such a scene is shocking and terrifying, and the sky and earth are black and white, which makes him particularly gloomy. After Fu Su took out a set of clothes from the Qiankun bracelet and changed them, it was not so embarrassing and unnatural, and then Fu Su looked at Jing Zhao, and hesitated to move back a little a few times, but quickly took it back. This time, if she eats and runs away again, she doesn't need to remind her about the previous thing, this time alone is enough for her to slowly use it for endless years in the future.

Just when Fu Su hesitated whether to speak, Jing Zhao suddenly raised his head and looked at her: "Come here." ”

Looking at the past from a distance, Jing Zhao was very wrong, and he couldn't see the slightest greenness on his face that belonged to the little tender shallots, but like mountains and seas, as if he had seen how many floating clouds in the world gathered and scattered, and the origin and fate disappeared. After weighing it in his heart, Fu Su stepped forward decisively: "Jing Zhao Zen Master." ”

"I'm Tianchen."

Forgive Fu Su, she is not very clear about the Taoist immortal lineage, and she is even more unfamiliar with the Zen ancestors and Fazu of Zen Buddhism. Therefore, she can only guess that "Tianchen" is probably Jing Zhao's last life, how can she appear in the last life, isn't this asking for her life!

"Hello." Fusu tried to make a better impression, so he was very polite and polite, and the smile on his face was particularly bright.

"Don't talk about yesterday." Tianchen's aura is really different from Xiao Neng'shal, even if he looks up at Fusu slightly, it is as if he is looking down at the world in the clouds, but he is like an ant.

"Yes, you have the final say." Fu Su is really afraid that this slap will slap her to death, according to the urine nature of Zen Buddhism to treat the demons, she thinks this is really possible, so naturally what do people say about how she does it.

Fusu's voice fell, Tianchen's hands joined together to form a lotus handprint, and in an instant, the sky was blue, the mountains and waters were clear, and the mountains, rivers and earth returned to their original colors. Tianchen's chant is the most basic pure method of Zen Buddhism and casting a spell, judging from the power of this simple mantra alone, Fu Su thinks that it is wise for him to really see this person in the future to bypass 108,000 miles.

When Fusu finished observing the changes around him, and then went to see Tianchen, Tianchen turned back into a small shallot.

Jing Zhao's eyes were a little confused, and he asked Fu Su: "Senior Sister Fu Su, who broke the formation, where did the big demon go?" ”

……

Taking two steps back, no matter how Fu Su looked at this, he seemed to have completely forgotten yesterday's "one night of romance that had to be said", Fu Su's eyes turned twice, and he felt that this was a good thing, and he forgot the best: "I don't know what to do, it's just that it's all just suddenly, it's probably the result of the spells cast by the division commanders outside." ”

When the two of them flew out of the original magic circle one after the other and found the sect waiting point, they found that for the disappearance of Jing Zhao, even Master Chengguang of Faye Temple was alarmed, and together with Shangyuan Zhenren, who had worked hard for Fusu, he also stayed here looking for a way to break the formation and didn't close his eyes all night.

Although cultivators don't sleep for a few nights, it's okay if they don't sleep for a few months, but Shangyuan Zhenren's practice is still quite impressive. The master-apprentice relationship between her and Shangyuan Zhenren is not deep, and Shangyuan Zhenren can do this for her, which makes Fusu really have a little follow-up.

In fact, Fu Su underestimated the two words of master-apprentice affection, after she made a great gift to the teacher, Shangyuan Zhenren was very attentive to her, and she was brought back by Shangyuan Zhenren to Chengyun Sect back then, how could Shangyuan Zhenren not think about her old feelings: "It's good to come out, it's good to ......"

Shangyuan Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief for Fusu to come out, and looked at Jing Zhao and didn't know what to say, Jing Zhao couldn't see it, but the faint entangled aura on Fusu's body made Shangyuan Zhenren's eyes ambiguous. Shangyuan Zhenren thought that although the disciple was not young, his face was very tender, so he didn't say anything in front of these people.

After each went back to his own house and looked for his mother, Shangyuan Zhen called Fusu to Tianyan Peak: "Fusu, what is the matter between you and Jingzhao Zen Master." ”

"Master, I promised Tianchen not to say it, so don't ask."

"Tianchen?"

"It's the last life of Zen Master Jingzhao."

Shangyuan Zhenren is also not very familiar with Zen Buddhism, but he knows who the Zen Ancestor and the Dharma Ancestor of Zen Buddhism are: "Zen Buddhism does not have a Zen ancestor and a Dharma ancestor called Tianchen, what is his identity?" ”

This is a question that only God can know. Fu Su spread his hands, sighed and shook his head, "I don't know what to do." ”

"Well, don't talk about this in the future, cultivate hard, maybe this is also your luck." is always powerful in the next life, then there must be something extraordinary, since the appearance of the previous life seems to "recognize" Fusu, then what will happen in the future will also have her fate.

This was not said by Shangyuan Zhenren, and Shangyuan Zhenren was not sure whether it was a good fate or a bad fate.

Jing Zhao couldn't remember that night, but Fu Su couldn't forget that night, as long as she meditated alone, she seemed to feel the hard and hot stiffness rubbing between her mouth and lips and tongue, as if the smell was still between her mouth and nose. She didn't like it, and she even felt ashamed to see her knees between Jing Zhao's legs. This shame does not come from who pushes down whom, but from the fact that she is too weak, so she is blatantly used as a tool.

That night was joyful, but the reason for this pleasure was not good, and if it was voluntary, out of joy, it was fine, but it was neither voluntary nor joyful, and even humiliated, then it was not acceptable in any way. In this way, I finally understood that everything is false, and this sea realm only believes in strength. If she is already in the Mahayana and Tribulation period, how could she be at the mercy of others yesterday, and how could she be sacrificed like an object?

After more than a thousand years of confusion, Fu Su finally found his goal of cultivation, countless years of cultivation, eager to achieve the Great Dao, but just to control his own destiny, he can not be manipulated by anyone or anything.

Such an encounter is enough once.

Although the red-clothed demon was not there, she could feel it, the big demon was somewhere, watching how she stripped off Jing Zhao's clothes, how she swallowed Jing Zhao's body, how she was torn her clothes, how she kept her consciousness awake and watched herself succumb to the heat wave churning in her veins.

It was like a war, and her will was lost to the red cloud of the red-clothed demon, if she wasn't awake, or if she chose it on her own initiative, as she did when she took the Creation Fruit, then she wouldn't feel this way. But this time, it was completely different, she felt the unwillingness and unwillingness to submit from her heart.

You can't blame the enemy for being too strong, you can only blame yourself for being too incompetent!

"In order not to be forced to give in again, work hard, Qin Fusu."

Because I don't want to be trapped in life, old age, sickness and death, and seek to climb high because I don't like the word "be", in the final analysis, there is only one reason - I don't want to bow my head, I don't want to do anything for anyone, even if it's the way of heaven, even if it's fate.

Hengxin One day, if anyone makes me bow my head, the sword in my hand will cut him down for me.