It's impossible to think about? Isn't that good? Eldest brother!!!

At this moment, she almost turned into a Roaring Emperor, but after years of bad words and emotions not being revealed, she still endured it. Wait a minute, you can only see the move.

When she was forcibly carried to the room that had been prepared for her. Under the half-drooping eyelids, there was a pitch black depth, if it was really at that time, it would be nothing more than coercion, temptation and stuning the other party.

The room was quiet, behind the screen of Cai Die in the peony spring, a woman with a good figure could be seen kneeling beside the bed, although it was a little far away, but it could still be guessed from the faint outline of the woman's beauty.

She could feel the carved pineapple door outside locked, and there was even a little aphrodisiac incense burning in the room.

There are buckets of ice all over the corner, so even if you close the windows, you don't feel the slightest bit stuffy. Pale pink beaded curtains strung with bright vermilion beads gently collided with each other from time to time as she walked, making a subtle crisp and pleasant sound.

He Dangli was so nervous that he could feel a lot of sweat in his palms, and the room was so quiet that he could even hear the sound of a strong heartbeat.

Strangely, as she approached, the woman who was kneeling down to face her did not move at all times. It's eerily quiet.

And before she could lift the other party's veil to cover her face, a familiar Canaanite wood fragrance suddenly floated from the tip of her nose, and then the whole person was hugged into an almost hot embrace. The smell of light and elegant agarwood was overwhelming, as if her whole person was shrouded in his world.

He Dangli twitched uncontrollably from the corner of his eye, and then struggled out of his embrace, his curled crow-blue eyelashes half-drooped, and he said coldly; "Why are you here?"

"If the poor monk is no longer here, it will be difficult for him to leave his son, and he really wants to polish the mirror with that woman." Qinghe glanced at the woman on the bed with disgust, and the surface was undisguised violence.

"Nope." He Dangli, who sensed the man's dissatisfaction, subconsciously took the man's hand and shook his head cuddly; "You haven't told me yet, how did you know I was here?" What's more, if you don't know about it early, I'm afraid you're a fool.

Oh yes, maybe she's a fool who has already fallen into the net.

"Poor monks have their own channels for poor monks, not to mention what day it is, it is difficult for them to forget it." Qing Yi will be familiar with life and two will be ripe, and now he is a little more comfortable taking off the clothes of others than himself.

What other day, the day when her, the rabbit, was personally delivered to the jackal.

He Dang's slender neck like a swan's shoulder was slightly tilted, bearing the overwhelming kisses. The hand was weakly resting on the man's broad shoulder.

Delicate affection, lingering, and flattering kisses fell one after another, so hot that it seemed to leave her one private mark after another that belonged to him.

"Relax." Even if the body has been in harmony for a long time, even the familiar body of the other party is better than your own.

Isn't the word hibiscus warm jade fascinating, I can't wait to die on it, just like the king never came to court.

"I want to take a shower first, I haven't washed in the barracks for almost a month, so you don't have to worry about the mud when you bite it." He Dangli, who pushed away the man's next move, shook his head dissatisfiedly.

I really don't know that every time we meet, he is so anxious that he is like he has never eaten in his previous life. He gnawed and bit at her, as if she were like a delicious pastry in his eyes.

There is no half-resemblance to the master of Qingfeng Jiyue when I first met, at most it will only make people feel that the two of them are just born similar.

"I'll wash alone, you are not allowed to come with me." Gritting his teeth, he angrily sneered at the footsteps of those behind him who wanted to keep up.

"Okay." It's rare, but Qinghe is easy to talk this time. It's just that this good talk only extends to her ...... after taking a shower.

The slightly damp hair was messy like vigorous seaweed scattered on the warm white jade, clinging to the thick and well-formed figure.

The water droplets that had never been wiped wet the dark brocade quilt under him after a while.

It's like a smeared piece after another of obscene/beautiful/beautiful flowers, so gorgeous that it catches his eye.

The intertwined mandarin ducks and peony flowers blend with each other to form a beautiful picture, just like the most beautiful and distant melody in midsummer.

He Dangli didn't expect that she had an affair with Qinghe and secretly came to the Qinglou. She felt that now it was not only her back hurting, her legs were weak, but even her skull hurt.

Oh, forgot to mention, the legs are still shaking. You don't need to look at it, it must have been cultivated for several days before you can do it.

The man after the nightmare is very gentle and easy to speak, of course, if it is not for the ruthlessness of the previous hand and guilt.

"How did Li'er add so much to his body when the poor monk was no longer there?" Qinghe intimately changed the jujube red longan brocade quilt that had long been wet and dry, and how long it had been wet and wet. At the moment, he was holding someone and sitting on his waist with his legs apart.

The mahogany carved willow horn rhombic window is open at the moment, as if to blow away the sweet and greasy floral fragrance in the room and the smell of fishy sandalwood that has accumulated for I don't know how long.

The pink rose petals bloom with the sunrise and gradually develop into a dark color of begonias. Morning dew drips and birds chirp.

"Don't get it, itchy."

"It's not that you don't know that the Huns are crazy now, and they come to harass the border twice in three days." He Dangli twisted his body and pushed him away, only to feel that his legs were trembling now, and he was afraid that it would be awkward to walk strangely later.

Worried that he would still be a beast, he didn't let her go, so he couldn't help but add; "I'll go back later, you don't want me to be seen by others."

He didn't want a face, she still wanted to!!

"Well, the poor monk will go to find Li'er in a few days." Fingernails were entwined and a few strands of hair were entangled, and he seemed to be in love with her full of ink and green silk.

“.............。” Come on, big brother, can you let her go a little, she's still underage!!

Just as he was holding people and wanted to continue to keep warm, there were suddenly several hurried knocks outside the door.

He Dangli was leaning on the man's chest at this time, allowing him to do all the obscene eating tofu by dressing her. The green tendons between his foreheads jumped, and a delicate pink lip was pursed into a straight line.

"It's getting late, I have to go back." If she can't go back, I'm afraid she's really going to be wasted. And she thought about going to the main account for a meeting every day. It's even more annoying.

"It's just right, the poor monk goes with Li'er." After the two of them were dressed neatly, they really looked like dogs. If you ignore the full body under the surface of the robe, obscene/obscene, ambiguous, ravaged and born of snow red plums.

"No, I refuse." He Dangli didn't even think about it, and blurted out directly if he refused.

As the words fell, the air around him suddenly condensed, and even the temperature dropped by a few freezing points in vain.

After finally calming the people, He Dangli's legs were still trembling when he went downstairs until now.

At this time, the lights were on, and the mouth of the cyan plate alley sprinkled the last scene of afterglow. Lighting lanterns are hung high in front of the teahouses and restaurants, turning into night guiding lights to guide those who are confused and do not know how to find their families. Silk bamboo, pipa sound with the wind flying thousands of homes.

The girls in front of the Red Mansion wore heavy makeup, dressed in tulle, or laughed or laughed and played. Leaning on the fall and laughing, or holding a lady, peony, peony fan half-covered and half-hidden, like a beauty like a cloud to watch flowers, even more intriguing.

"Ah leave here." Zhu San and Liu San, who had already finished refreshed, saw each other's appearance and laughed and joked. Talking about obscene meat.

"That girl seems to have served Ah Li very well, and it seems that she almost didn't squeeze Ah Li dry." Wait for everyone else to arrive, and then leave.

Regarding the word "waiting" that they joked, He Dangli only wanted to say "hehe", but she served the other party very well. But in order to explain more, sometimes it is not a good thing to let such a misunderstanding, but it saves a lot of trouble.

When He Dangli left the building, he looked back at the attic where he was staying, and saw that the lights on his head had been extinguished, but he was inexplicably relieved. thought that after appeasing the man before, he would definitely dispel this idea, but who would have thought that the most in this world was never expected.

The six of them each carried a lot of cooked vegetables and dry food, steamed buns, chili sauce and other things they had just bought, and they thought that the food in the barracks had not been good recently, so they had to give themselves a tooth sacrifice.

They had just walked out of the city gate not far away, and from a distance, they saw a master in a snow-white robe walking towards them not far away.

Approaching under the hazy moon, the silver-colored moonlight depicts his handsome and delicate silhouette, and his figure is as long as a bamboo. It is like a god wearing ten thousand Buddhas with silver light, which is unattainable, and can only be viewed from a distance and not desecrated from a close view.

"Amitabha, good evening to the benefactors." The sound is like the murmuring of mountain streams, and it has a bit of the meaning of early spring and typhoid fever.

"Hello Master." Naturally, several of them knew the master in front of them, and even though they were seriously injured several times, it was thanks to this person that they snatched them back from the hands of death. The attitude is respectful and full of admiration and gratitude.

"But why is the master still wandering around outside so late, don't you know that it's dangerous outside now?" Fan Fan was the only one among them who had little to do with Qinghe, so that his tone was not as blind as they were, but rather casual, and even hostile.

"The poor monk just happened to have something to look for a benefactor." Qinghe's gaze crossed the previous days, projecting on the person who fell and the end.

"Ah Li, the master said that he was looking for you for something."

He Dangli, who was still thinking of bowing his head and pretending to be a partridge, was perfectly flopped, and his original plan to get through the trick basically failed. Why did she say earlier that this demon monk was suddenly so easy to speak, and her feelings were hit by this idea.

"It's so late, I don't know what the master is looking for." The last four words were bitten very hard, as if they were bursting out from between the teeth.

She had forgotten that half an hour ago, she had been roasted like a pancake fruit. Thinking of this, a face is elongated and about to turn green.

It's even more wilting than the little eggplant that is bruised after the frost in winter. It's almost not a forced smile written on his face that he has no love.

"Since there is something to do, I also ask He Shi to move with the poor monk." There was a smile in Qing's eyes, and even the alienated momentum around him was dyed with a little tenderness in vain.

He could guess that the villain she pretended to be calm was probably already angry.

"I don't know what the master is going to say, if it's not a particularly important thing, it's better to say it here." Fan Fan always felt that there was an indescribable feud between the two of them, especially when they looked at each other, the feeling was even stronger that he couldn't ignore it.

Vaguely, it seems that the things he has always treasured have been snatched away by prying eyes unknowingly.

"This matter is a private matter, and the donor will not let others know about it." Qinghe lowered her eyes and turned the sandalwood Buddha beads in her hand, but her fluttering words had to force her to make a choice.

That's right, Lord Ho. The tail note was slightly upturned, and although it was an inquiry, it was a strong and commanding tone.