"Master, what a coincidence." He Dangli's body was not covered with an inch now, and with a slight movement, the navy blue quilt covered by his body slipped by half a point. Revealing snow-white skin and delicate and seductive collarbones, leaning lazily on the soft pillow, his eyes caressing the hanging green silk with a charming meaning.

The whole person is like a scorching peach blossom blooming on a spring branch, delicate and pure.

"But why is the master here all of a sudden, and this time the trouble master saved me again, it is said that the little girl is really destined for the master." It is like a diamond flower dyed with the color of a begonia flower/lips half raised, and the tails of the eyes and eyebrows are full of style. Just like in the middle of the Yangtze River in March, I accidentally knocked over the handful of peach petals and scattered them on the snow-white silk surface.

He Dangli smiled more and more brightly, the more he thought in his heart, and even the strength of his fingertips wrapped around the green silk was full of pain in tearing his scalp.

Because she doesn't believe that there are so many gratuitous coincidences in this world, it makes sense to say once or twice, but what if it is three or two times?

It's no wonder that she spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but that life is like this. What's more, this coincidence is really too much, a bit of a coincidence?

"Amitabha, the poor monk's room is right next door to the donor, and I happened to hear the donor's cry for help in front of me, and I happened to see ...... when I came." As if to say something unspeakable, Qinghe's face was slightly red, his empty hand turned the Buddha beads, and he silently recited several words of the mantra to clear his heart.

"Really?" The tail note is slightly upturned, with a seductive charm. It's like a siren you encounter when you travel to the sea. With a heavenly singing voice, it tempts passing sailors and makes the ship hit the reef and sinks, becoming his own belly meal.

"I don't know, the master has seen the face of such a gangster." The more calm the expression on the man's face was, the more he couldn't see any flaws, He Dangli only felt a sneer in his heart.

How could it be so coincidental that not only the next door happened to save her? And she didn't remember that she had made a sound?

There are too many doubts that people have to doubt, and it is like a series of connected nine-curved rings, one ring after another.

"There are no poor monks." Qinghe looked indifferent, put down the white porridge in his hand, and was about to turn around and leave.

Coldly, his sleeve robe was pulled by someone, and a pair of cold little hands slowly slid up his arms.

"Yes, then why doesn't the master look at the slave family, is the slave family not beautiful? Or is it that the slave family is actually in the eyes of the master, and the white bones, skeletons, and weeds are the same. "If you don't go into the tiger's den, you can get the tiger, and she really wants to find out if that person is him.

What's more, she has always known where her strengths are, but she has never used them.

He Dangli's body is very beautiful, like a piece of fine white jade, although there are scars and wounds on the white jade that have not completely disappeared, but it adds to the humiliating beauty for no reason. and the shyness in the eyes, and the smile on the lips. The cheeks are fresh and the face is greasy with goose fat.

Bai Yu's condensed arms rested on the man's body weakly, and he sat up with his legs apart. The red lips raised slightly, like a fox ready to steal, more like a demon girl who planned to drag the holy monk to the red dust of the world, and go to the sinking together.

"Donor, please respect yourself." Qinghe couldn't push away the woman who was pressing on his body, not to mention that as soon as he reached out and touched the delicate snowy skin, he simply closed his eyes.

It's just that the cold air around his body keeps leaking out, and the good-looking lips are half-pursed, and the expression on his face is full of ice.

"Self-respect, where does self-respect come from, besides, the love of men and women is also a kind of master's practice, isn't the Buddha of joy also a Buddha? Or is it that in fact, the master is not firm in his heart, for fear of being led by me, a demon girl, to break his vows. He Dangli leaned over and blew lightly into Qinghe's ear, and even the movements of his hands began to be a little dishonest.

She really wanted to know the answer? And is that dream just now real or false?

She desperately wanted an answer, even as reason kept admonishing her. This is immoral and undesirable, not to mention that the master is also her savior, and what is the difference between her practice and that of a farmer and a snake.

"Master, why don't you open your eyes and look at the slave family, the slave family is so sad and tight, if you don't believe it, master, you touch it, see if the slave family's heart is broken, and you need the master's comfort to get better." Her hands were a little rougher to the touch than a man's, but they were long. Lead the man's hand to his chest and stay.

Sometimes after the rain, the tiny peony buds are half-open and half-closed, with a little bright red in the pink, and the thousand-petal stamens are shallow on the outside and deep on the inside.

What's even more fascinating is the man under her, who looks like an ascetic monk, but at the moment his hands are doing the most obscene things.

The extreme contrast made her can't help but wrap her legs tighter, and even wet the corner of his robe.

He Dangli didn't know when his body became so sensitive, and secretly scolded himself. The peach blossom eyes that were filled with water vapor never let go of the person in front of him, even if it was the slightest change in his face.

The white and slender legs are like entangled seaweed unconsciously hooked on the man's waist, and the red lips are half-open with a faint orchid fragrance. Seductive and pestering.

"Donor, you are a woman, you should understand the importance of a woman's chastity." Qinghe closed his eyes, and let a woman do something about him. But the expression on that face was still alienated and indifferent, almost immortal.

He Dangli thought that if he opened his eyes, she would definitely be able to see a series of negative emotions in those clear eyes: self-love, self-depravity, disgust, and filth. Even cold disgust.

But she has already done everything, and she is in the mentality of breaking the jar, and if she can't get the answer, she is afraid that she will go crazy. Looking at the thin lips of the man who was close at hand, he couldn't help but stretch out the tip of his pink tongue and lick his lower lip.

For the first time in her life, she found out that she was a person.

"Yes, but that's not what the master's little brother said, the master's body is much more honest than the master." Bringing his naked/naked/body forward a few points again, the petite figure seems to fit the man perfectly, just under the brocade robe, as if it is constantly showing off its good spirit.

He Dangli also felt a little that he would not go too far, after all, the master had also saved herself in front of her, just when she was in a dilemma.

Qinghe, who had closed his eyes tightly, pushed her away fiercely, and the whole person ran out as if he was in the middle of nowhere.

He Dangli was still stunned, could it really not be him? Is it a coincidence?

But what did she feel like was never wrong?

So what's the problem? Studied but cannot comprehend.

When He Dangli went back, he found that Zhu San, Fan Fan and the others had not returned. In addition, I was a little tired today, and the medicine that I had inhaled too much in front of me was still in my body, so I fell asleep with a pillow after a while.

The other side.

Fan Fan, who was waiting for He Dangli to come back from buying white sugar cakes, happened to see a sneaky figure, and he didn't look like a Han Chinese, but a Turkic, so he couldn't help but keep an eye on it.

But seeing that the man was about to disappear under his nose, and Ah Li hadn't come back from buying the sugar cake yet, he could still get a light share.

I can only wait until I go back to apologize to Ah Li and make it clear what happened, not to mention that it is still at this important juncture where the two armies are fighting, what if there are Hun spies in Maple Leaf City, just thinking about it can't help but send chills down my back.

But soon, he found that he had lost it, and was about to return the way he came. I accidentally saw a beautiful little girl who sold herself to bury her father and was being molested by ruffians and hooligans, and she felt strong pity for the jade? The hero's heart to save the beauty is burning.

Later, the little girl didn't keep kowtowing to him, saying good things about the good life of a good person, and saying something about voluntary selling herself as a slave and so on. I can only hear that he has two big heads.

So much so that it was not until it was dark that he completely settled down, waiting for the moon to rise on the willow tops. I slapped my head and remembered that I had forgotten something, and I was damned.

When I went out of the city, I happened to meet three people with beautiful red lips and fragrant kisses on their left and right faces, and hurriedly asked again and again if they had seen Ah Li, but in exchange for shaking their heads again and again.

"It's not that I said, it's so late now, it's almost time for curfew, Ah Li must be going back." Although Liu Si, who has also practiced all day today, said that he felt that his whole person was about to be squeezed dry, he even hid a satisfied smile between his eyebrows when he spoke, and even carried a lot of cooked food in his hand and waited for the second day to be warmed up.

I think I'm going to have a great time today.

"Strategist, I didn't say you, you take Ah Li too closely, and people are not three-year-old children, as for tying people to their pants every day." Zhu San, who was a little drunk, burped and said; "What's more, even if Ah Li is good-looking, he is also a man with a handle, where will she suffer."

"If you look as good-looking as Ah Li, the master will also tie you to your pants every day." Fan Fan was about to go crazy looking for someone, constantly complaining about himself, if it weren't for himself, maybe he would be eating fragrant grilled fish and sweet simmered sweet potatoes with Ah Li now.

"If Lao Tzu really looks like that, what kind of worm do you want to fight, it's better to embroider at home." Zhu Sanyi thought that if he really looked like He Dangli, he couldn't help but sweat all over his body. If he really looks like that, what kind of war will he fight, and he will be suitable to marry directly at home.

It's not that he said, He Dangli's appearance is simply more beautiful than a woman, and even his coarse man can't help but lose his mind after looking at it for a long time.

"Come on, let's not say a word, and when we go back, we will know if Ah Li has gone back, and it's useless to talk about it now." Liu San saw that they seemed to be arguing immediately, and hurriedly came out to play a round.

Fan Fan rushed back to the barracks in a hurry along the way, opened the tent, and sure enough, he saw that the people had returned. Now she is obediently curling herself into a silkworm chrysalis with a quilt, and she can't help but smile and stretch out her finger to touch her face.

But when they touched it, some of them immediately retracted as if they had been electrocuted, and the muscles of the mixed body collapsed, and the lips pursed through a straight line.

What was he doing just now, how did he seem to be a pervert, and the hot fingers kept telling him what he had just done.

And even if Ah Li is good-looking, it can't change the fact that she is a man with a handle below, not to mention her own brother. What the hell was he thinking, how could he be so filthy and obscene.

And he suspected that he had been with Ah Li, who was born in the same prosperous and beautiful world, for a long time, and even his vision of women was many floors higher. He was afraid that if he continued like this, he might really become the one with the broken sleeve.

So much so that tonight, Fan Fan couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, and he kept thinking about this in his heart.

What should I do if my brother is too good-looking?