The smoke and mist in the Qingkezhai and Kong Yufang are around, and there are bursts of smoke floating out of the incense burner on the coffee table, and you can feel the dark fragrance floating in it when you smell it, but no one can smell it, and if you smell it, you will be unconscious - ecstasy.

On the bed, the woman's eyelashes trembled slightly, and it didn't take long for her to make any more movements, but in her dantian, the butterfly-shaped jade pendant light became stronger again, and the dark green energy jumped, shuttling through her internal organs.

The hall on the first floor is crowded with people, either leaning over to whisper to others, or standing on a delicate round stool, pointing and boasting, or 、、、

A person passed by Qing Niang and shouted in a low voice: "Qing Niang." ”

But she didn't respond, and looked at a place outside the door in a daze.

Seeing this, his heart jumped, and his eyes kept spinning on the green lady's bumpy body, but when he looked up, he saw the young lady looking at him with a smile, and the waves in his eyes were flowing, so it was not tempting.

But the man's body trembled, and he hurriedly walked away.

The smile on the young lady's face became more and more moving, and she secretly felt in her heart: Zhongli Qingming, he has a good calculation, but you don't know who you are facing, how can you imagine it!"

When I thought of that charming woman in my mind, even she was ashamed of herself, because she was too perfect and didn't have any flaws, and when she thought about and thought of Jiang Yueqin, the daughter of the Jiang family, a disdainful sneer appeared on her face: "Jumping beam clown, what kind of thing!"

In the Jiang family's mansion, Yang Peng stood under the gate of the Jiang family, with several headless corpses beside him, lying cold at his feet.

The breeze blew, blowing the hair on his temples and forehead, and in the wheat-colored skin, a pair of blood-colored pupils were particularly strange and terrifying.

Suddenly, the Dao qi on his body swelled violently, and rushed to the blood-colored sword and the sword body, and the sword roared and made a strange sound, like the low cry of death, which made people creepy.

Old man Jiang, looking at the only scene in front of him, the fear in his heart mixed with the excitement of perversion, he couldn't help it! Because this is the art and perfection he is pursuing、、、

As soon as his mind moved, the sixth brother behind him, with blood in his eyes, ran straight forward, his expression was indifferent, without a trace of fear.

Just as he rushed to the point where he was still three zhang away from Yang Peng, a blood-colored sword flew towards him like a half-moon-shaped scimitar like a substance, and the half-moon scimitar passed through his body flatly, splitting into two.

But the half-moon scimitar did not stagnate at all, but became faster and faster, flying towards the old man Jiang, and the old face full of wrinkles twitched fiercely.

The figure jumped and came to a height of more than ten feet, just thought he had dodged, but when he looked down, he saw that the half-moon scimitar turned out of thin air and flew violently into the sky, and he was about to scold his mother in his heart.

"What the hell, can you still play like this?" Now he has no way to avoid it, because there is no point of borrowing strength in the air, so he can only resist.

He took out a dark black knife from his sleeve, the surface of the knife was flat and there was no concave or convex point, and if you looked closely, you could vaguely see the dense text engraved on the body.

The Dao Qi on his body skyrocketed, and the small knife on his right hand was also devouring his Dao Qi, and the blade was black for a moment, and it was out of place in the clear morning. (It's too late, add tomorrow)