Overnight, the Lan family's army of knights was wiped out. This is something that Lan Mengjie felt chagrin until the end of his life.

In the process of cleaning up the battlefield, the silver nutrient solution that Popovich promised to give Lan Meng's death became Hanmang's trophy.

The two thousand bottles of silver nutrient solution had not even had time to tear the seal in the Lan family's knight camp, and it became an excellent trophy for Han Mang.

The news that Zhen Cheng killed more than 300 knights by himself was like having wings, and it was constantly circulating in the cold. The brothers who participated in the battle had their chests held high, as if all the knights had been killed by themselves.

What is a leader and what is an idol, this night, everyone understands.

Everyone in the advisory group seemed to have suddenly forgotten the Guwu Alliance Conference, no one came to Zhen Cheng to suggest and urge, and no one put on an old face to guide Zhen Cheng what to do.

Strength is the best pass, in front of this pass, what age, experience, and experience must stand aside.

Zhen Cheng warned the enemy in cold blood, and also ruthlessly interpreted his authority.

Including King Yan, they were all shocked by Zhen Cheng's strength. Don't say that it is more than 300 knights who are killed, even if you kill ordinary 300 special forces, it is not possible to do it in half an hour.

What made King Yan and the others even more shocking was that none of the more than 300 knights who were killed died outside the camp. Almost all of the deceased didn't even have a chance to resist, and they had quietly left this shijie.

What kind of strength Zhen Cheng has reached, this is the biggest doubt in the hearts of all the old Jianghu in the advisory group. Qian Yuxue's arrogant strength, in Zhen Cheng's mouth, is actually a maid, so don't you even have the qualifications to be subordinates?

The old people like to think, and when they return to the base, they go back to the house.

Young people, because of Zhen Cheng's return and a big victory, couldn't sleep with excitement. A group of three, a group of five, hid in the cabin and drank to celebrate.

Of course, at every wine table, the most talked about is how Minister Zhen Cheng exterminated Lan Meng's army of knights, and how he domineeringly ordered Lan Mengdie to commit suicide.

The happy bird swirled around the cold wooden house, and the depression, pain, and irritability that had been suppressed for a long time were frightened away.

It was late at night, and there was no summary meeting. Although there is still the hustle and bustle of the brothers from time to time, Zhen Cheng can't care so much.

Zhen Cheng really missed his woman so much, Lin Mengwei and Sun Shaobo were naked and whipped by Zhen Cheng's wanton conquest.

The two women who missed Zhen Cheng to the bone were shocked by Zhen Cheng again and again to forget everything and forget everything.

The lights went out inside the house, and it was dark.

In the night sky, from time to time, one or two stars pierced into the Milky Way, or slashed into the darkness, with red or whitish tails of light, fluttering lightly or stiffly, falling straight or sweeping, sometimes also moving, trembling, giving the sky some turbulence of light and heat, and some flickering bursts of darkness.

Sometimes one or two stars, sometimes several stars, fly down at the same time, making the silent starry sky tremble slightly, and making all the stars confused for a while.

Sometimes a solitary giant star pierces the celestial corners, with an extremely long light tail and radiating stars; red, yellowish; In the advance of Zuihou, suddenly the corner of the sky was illuminated white like a wild joy, as if piercing through the darkness of ten thousand layers, penetrating and lingering some milky white light.

The afterglow dissipated, the darkness seemed to shake a few times, and then it was wrapped up again, and the quietly lazy stars returned to their original positions, smiling in the breeze. There are fireflies flying on the ground seeking a couple, and they are also playing star-like games.

There is love in the catharsis, and pity and longing are spread in the spring palace. When the two women's coquettish voices were too lazy to make them, Zhen Cheng lay down on Lin Mengwei's big bed with satisfaction.

A big house is a big wooden house where four people lived together when Yan Jiu'er was still in the Golden Triangle. After Yan Jiu'er left, Beichen Jingshu still stubbornly lived in her and Huo Qingluan's cabin.

Poor Beichen Jingshu and Qianyuxue, their eardrums are constantly teased, even if they cover their ears with a quilt, they can still clearly hear the squeaky sound and the moaning of the wooden house next door.

At this moment, Beichen Jingshu wanted to abandon her martial arts. Because hearing sensitivity is so uncomfortable.

Qianyu Xue's kung fu is high, and the sound she hears is more detailed than that of Beichen Jingshu. At first, I was stupid and didn't know what was going on, but when I heard Lin Mengwei keep calling her brother and occasionally calling her brother, Qian Yuxue's face turned red.

Grabbing the sheets with both hands, Qian Yuxue, like many women, was ashamed and didn't know what to do, tossing and turning and wanting to sleep, but her mind was full of Zhen Cheng's embarrassing appearance of being naked.

Qian Yuxue finally understood what the hard thing on Zhen Cheng's waist was when he opened Kabo Peak and fell off the cliff. His legs were tangled in bed, and the newly changed little Nene was muddy in retrospect.

Sichun? This is Sichun! Qian Yuxue imagined Zhen Cheng, feeling comfortable and uncomfortable, constantly stirring her legs, and the swelling was unbearable.

What is more painful than Qianyuxue should be Beichen Jingshu. His identity is not embarrassing or embarrassing, which makes Beichen Jingshu extremely annoyed at the moment when Zhen Cheng is comfortable.

Sleeping alone in a deserted wooden house, but having to endure the temptation next door, this kind of taste, where can a mature woman endure this kind of taste?

It's already the middle of the night, and the sound next door seems to have gradually disappeared. But Beichen Jingshu still sat on the bed with the quilt in her arms, crying aggrievedly.

"Squeak-"

There was a soft sound at the door, and Zhen Cheng's familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of Beichen Jingshu's eyes.

"Ahh

After a brief period of strangeness, everything became logical. The tears on Beichen Jingshu's face gradually flushed after being kissed by Zhen Cheng.

The fragrance was overflowing, and waves of trembling came from Beichen Jingshu's body. The thing that I have been looking forward to for a long time is coming, and the thin pajama dress on my body was stripped naked by Zhen Cheng domineeringly.

Zhen Cheng gently stroked Beichen Jingshu's carcass, first with his fingertips, and then with his fingers together, zuihou was the broad palm. Beichen Jingshu closed her eyes and hugged Zhen Cheng's neck, tightly, not daring to let go.

Wet and blooming, the waterfall is flowing and splashing, the two red leaves are abundant and colorful, time is shrinking, expanding, although it is full of fog, Zhen Cheng still found the tunnel formed by the shadow of the flower in Beichen Jingshu.

"Tighten your soul and mine, and let's destroy it together!" Zhen Cheng whispered in Beichen Jingshu's ear, turned over, and pressed on Beichen Jingshu's soft and warm body.

Because of working in the medicine garden, Zhen Cheng's hands have calluses. Beichen Jingshu's breathing suddenly became rapid, and the ten fingers of her nervous hands almost inserted into Zhen Cheng's skin.

Zhen Cheng stubbornly advances, but he is unusually cautious. Beichen Jingshu's tight and flexible inner wall suddenly sucked Zhen Cheng, a breath-holding pleasure, the completely unfamiliar experience made Beichen Jingshu almost frightened, * The tearing pain was unaware, and the two became one at this moment.

After the refreshment, there is friction-like pain, just like a thousand tears in exchange for a smile. After a short period of pleasure, a heart-rending pain, a pair of tears hung on Beichen Jingshu's face.

Beichen Jingshu couldn't help but bite Zhen Cheng's shoulder and scratched the sheets into a mess, this, this, this, can't you slow down?

The taste of being penetrated, the hot hard, impossible to ignore object enters his body, the internal organs are stirred and squeezed, the feeling of being held tightly from the body, Beichen Jingshu feels the temperature and shape of Zhen Cheng so clearly, and the kind of unfamiliar, touch that comes from the inside of his body, the original feeling that there is no feeling produces a feeling, what was originally thought to be non-existent clamoring for its existence, every bulge and fold becomes palpable with the help of that hot and hard friction, numb, sore, All kinds of inexplicable touches fill the neural circuits, singing moving songs hundreds of times and thousands of times.

Utterly unfamiliar, yet so profound.

It seems that a secret door has been opened, and Beichen Jingshu has re-recognized herself, is this a woman? Is this the joy of fish and water?

Beichen Jingshu opened her mouth and shouted silently, she really couldn't scream, she couldn't even shout.

This, to be honest, is too exciting, beyond Beichen Jingshu's imagination.

When the arrow is on the string, even the most gentle and restrained person will become wild.

Zhen Cheng stubbornly advanced, every time he exited, he would enter more, the high-temperature and moist mucous membrane seemed to wrap the sensitive part of the front end, the pressure generated by Beichen Jingshu's refusal made Zhen Cheng extremely excited, so hot and so tight, how could he bear it?

Zhen Cheng gasped, and his reason was gradually swallowed up by passion.

The feeling of pain was very distinct, but there was another kind of satisfaction that wrapped Beichen Jingshu's soul.

The pain and happiness are abnormally wonderful, the hot blood is boiling in the body, the steam that rolls out gathers, and what condenses out is the crystal sweat, and the two opposite poles are intertwined and diffused in the body, and the fire burns and burns, and forgetfulness.

The most primitive rhythm brings out the fiery pleasure, like intoxication.

The strength of the hug, the frequency of the heartbeat, the sweat pouring out of every pore and merging together.

When the body comes together, the mind feels satisfied.

Zhen Cheng had full search strength when he collided, Beichen Jingshu felt his presence in pain, the imprint was extremely profound, Zuihou lost his mind, Zhen Cheng's hot liquid shot into the deepest part of his body, as if he could burn himself through.

Beichen Jingshu didn't have any strength at all, so that she was almost in a trance like collapse, obviously Zhen Cheng was not much better than her, panting and hugging her waist, her turbid breathing couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

Beichen Jingshu wanted to fall asleep like this, but there was a burning breath in her ears, and Zhen Cheng's heartbeat was felt on her back. And sweat, like a kind of adhesive, fuses each other's skin together, Beichen Jingshu almost felt a little sad, it should be very painful when parting, right?

Zhen Cheng didn't leave, the beauty is in his arms, where will Zhen Cheng be willing to part?

The smiling crescent moon, the bright starry sky, and the breeze seem to be drunk.

The Golden Triangle in the third month of the lunar calendar is full of life at this moment.

The willow branches on the riverbank are gently swaying, the frogs are singing love songs, and the fragrance of the young cattails is scattered in the heating of the night. The little dandelion seemed to be pouring white pulp on the petals of the leaf tips on the warm ground. Everything is melting the liliang of spring, harvesting spring in that delicate place, and then releasing some fragrance, like a flower stamen breaking the petals.

Beichen Jingshu forgot herself, like flowers and plants outside, bearing the penetration of spring; Beichen Jingshu lost herself, and was embodied in the glimmer of the spring breeze and the moon.

"Makoto, will I get pregnant?" Under the starry sky, Beichen Jingshu fell asleep happily in the murmur.