"Hmm", a moan that can make all men's blood boil and numb sounded, and happily unconsciously opened his mouth with the soft body in the arms of the landlord with both arms, and a fragrant and slippery tongue took advantage of the void and lingered with the happy tongue.

After a long time, about half an hour later, Xing Xing raised his head slightly, left the soft lip flap that made him want to stop, and asked with a violent gasp: "Rong'er, why did you come to me secretly, is the Zuiyue Building closed today?" ”

This came uninvited, and it was Zhang Rong, the amorous mother of Drunken Moon Building, who rushed into the arms of happiness.

"People miss their husbands!" Zhang Rong twisted her body and said a greasy word, which made her heart flutter in her heart, and a stream of heat rose from her lower abdomen.

"I wonder if my husband thinks about Rong'er?" Zhang Rong raised her head and asked, even in the dark, she could feel the strong friendship in her eyes, as well as a trace of resentment and trepidation.

Oriental women may be traditional, or love is too mysterious. Since the intimate contact between Zhang Rong and Xingxing, Zhang Rong has a deep affection for Xing.

"You little goblin, what do you say?" said happily, lowered his head again to catch Zhang Rong's soft lips, picked her up in the latter's exclamation, closed the door with a wave of his foot, and came to the bed with a quick arrow to press Zhang Rong down on it.

Soon, the sounds of moans and wheezing mingled together to play heart-stirring movements, so that the moons in the sky shyly burrowed into the clouds, not daring to show their heads.

After a long time, when the surging passion between Happy and Zhang Rong gradually dissipated, Happy hugged Zhang Rong, gently stroked her smooth and delicate back with one hand, rubbed Zhang Rong's sweaty hair with his chin, and asked softly: "Rong'er, what is the matter with coming to me so late, I will try my best to help you!" ”

"People just miss you!" Zhang Rong said coquettishly, and then said with a sigh: "Husband is so smart! ”

After a pause, Zhang Rong continued: "What is the "Recipe for Longevity", is it that you cultivate? After speaking, Zhang Rong's tone was a little hesitant, her voice was a little trembling, and she could feel the faint fear in her heart.

Happy hands moved, did not answer, just quietly looked at the top of the bed tent curtain, and the room fell silent for a while.

After a long time of not answering happily, Zhang Rong's heart suddenly hung up, she couldn't help but raise her head, staring at a pair of wonderful eyes, trying to see her happy face clearly, but out of the darkness, she couldn't see anything.

"Husband, if you don't want to answer, it's as if Rong'er never asked!" Zhang Rong's voice became softer and softer, with a hint of trepidation.

Happy was still silent, and gradually exuded a sense of indifference from his body, which made Zhang Rong even more flustered. Suddenly, Zhang Rong felt a little cold on her shoulders exposed outside the quilt, and suddenly a chill spread to the bottom of her heart, instantly spreading all over her body. Zhang Rong suddenly felt as if she had fallen into a dark cold pool, lonely and helpless. She suddenly began to regret it, regretting that she had asked such a sensitive question recklessly, and she was even more afraid that she would be happily abandoned because of this question.

A few months ago, a treasure appeared in Xuyi City, and that was the "Recipe for Eternal Life", a cultivation technique that is said to make mortals immortal. Although Gao Changgong tightly sealed all the news related to it, there was no impermeable wall in the world. Despite the silence of this generation, the news has spread over the past few months.

Who can resist the temptation of immortality?

Regarding the news of "The Secret of Longevity", Zhang Rong learned about it from a special channel three days after she happily came to Yecheng. Although Gao Wei is stupid and incompetent in governing the country, he is not a fool, and of course he understands the important surname of "The Secret of Eternal Life". Since he got the "Secret of Longevity", he has hidden it, and even his favorite Feng Xiaolian doesn't know it.

That night, Happy suddenly went crazy and burst out with a strong internal kung fu, which made Zhang Rong shocked and secretly guessed whether Xing's skill was related to "The Secret of Eternal Life". But Zhang Rong never confirmed this to Xingxing, because if Xingxing really cultivated the "Recipe of Longevity", and after this news was leaked, he and Gao Changgong would be killed.

Today, Zhang Rong asked this question that had been hidden in her heart for months, and she couldn't help herself because of the situation.

Suddenly, I felt happy and breathless, and then there was a thick bloody aura, and Zhang Rong suddenly lost her face.

"Husband, hold me tight, Rong'er is cold!" Zhang Rong arched into Happy Arms, a pair of soft little hands tightly wrapped around Happy Happy's waist, pressed her plump breasts tightly on Happy Chest, felt the hot temperature on his body, and listened to his powerful heartbeat, in order to dispel the cold and fearful feeling in her heart.

Happy heart trembled, once again recalled the night not long ago, Zhang Rong nestled in his arms like a poor cat, complaining bitterly, and the vigilance and anger that rose in his heart for a while couldn't help but slowly dissipate.

"The Secret of Eternal Life" is not only the last secret for Happy, but also the foundation of his life, even Gao Changgong and his mother Zheng do not know the secret. But at this time, Zhang Rong suddenly asked about it, which had to make Happy vigilant, and the tenderness in her heart slowly dissipated.

Zhang Rong is the leader of the Lunatic Cult, and their purpose and highest ideals are very clear. He also knows that this kind of organization, which has existed for hundreds of years, can sacrifice everything for the benefit of the organization. And "The Recipe of Longevity" can definitely be regarded as a rare treasure in the world, no matter who gets it, they can make a difference.

Because of this, Happy couldn't help but start to doubt Zhang Rong's intentions for him. Happy himself is an extremely sensitive and fragile person to emotions, and at this time, the feeling of being deceived again came to his heart, so that his originally open heart was frozen again in an instant, and a bitter aura from the bottom of his heart gradually emanated from the outside of his body.

Feeling Zhang Rong's slightly trembling skin, the lonely and helpless fear in his heart, a touch of pity rose in his heart, and he unconsciously tightened his arms and put his warm palm on Zhang Rong's smooth back.

"Husband-" Feeling the temperature on the palm of his happy hand again, Zhang Rong involuntarily called softly, like a young child who ran away from home and returned to his mother's arms after suffering, and was as well-behaved and pitiful as a stray cat that found a new home.

"Rong'er, don't worry, husband doesn't blame you." The pity in her heart was even greater, although the woman in her arms was thirty and five, she was always lonely, suffering a lot, and she was still a child.

"The "Recipe for Longevity" that Cushman & Wakefield got is fake." Happy sighed, finally said such a sentence and stopped speaking, and slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know why, Happy still said the secret that this only belongs to him, which may make him fall short and even lose his life, but he has no regrets.

"Husband, Rong'er will definitely keep this secret for you." Zhang Rong called out emotionally, and then said in a firm tone.

"It's night, rest!" Xing Xing gently patted Zhang Rong's back, pulled the quilt for her, and said softly.

"Hmm." Zhang Rong hummed obediently, then closed her eyes, with a serene and quiet smile on her face, which was so charming and pitiful.

He sighed silently and happily, and let his breath go slowly and long, and soon fell asleep in the deep silence of the night.

On November 8, 573 A.D., Yecheng was still a sunny day and a rare good weather. But there is no hustle and bustle on the streets today, and some are just solemn and solemn. Occasionally, pedestrians pass by, but they are also slow and hurried, and occasionally when they look at the neatly armored soldiers standing on the street, their faces are also full of fear.

This change in Yecheng is due to the lord of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Gao Wei, the son of heaven who has returned from Jinyang, will enter the city at noon today.

In order to ensure the safety of Cushman & Wakefield and prevent emergencies from happening, Er Zhu Mingfeng used 10,000 soldiers to block the street from the north gate to the palace the day before, and strictly checked the identities of the residents along the street.