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Chapter 363: You are Qingqing's mother

Chen Wanrong is a woman who looks like a double temperament, she is as charming as water, and as hot as fire, she carefully dressed herself in Ou Si Qingqing's tent, she was born in the Nanchen Palace, and she naturally did far better than ordinary women when she was dressed up. She even cleverly concealed the redness on her right cheek, which she couldn't see if she didn't look closely.

She admired her body in the bronze mirror, not only admiring, but even herself was a little fascinated by this near-perfect looking body. She stripped off her shirt and ran her fingers lightly over her body, starting at her neck and sliding over her proud breasts, lingering on the two still bright red buds, and when she let out a moan of ecstasy, she knew her body was already responding, but it wasn't enough.

What she was going to see was Li Xian, who now had the identity of the Black Knife Khan, so she felt that she should put her body in a state of excitement. She knows how to please men, and she knows what kind of body men like, and she wants to warm up her body so that she can fascinate that little man.

So her fingers slowly slid down, and finally stayed at the slightly wet hole, and found the familiar one that had been somewhat erect, she closed her eyes, thinking back to the passion of Lang Changhong on the grassland, by the Qingniu Lake, and under the green pine on the mountainside, with the slender white fingers constantly teasing, her body trembled slightly, but she stubbornly resisted the desire to shout, and forced her fingers to leave the bulge that could bring her happiness.

She needs her body to be in a state of excitement, and at the critical point where pleasure is on the verge of exploding, she grits her teeth and stops her movements, putting herself in a situation of extreme desire, neither up nor down.

Somewhere there was already a stream of water, and she knew that this state was the most perfect.

Then she was meticulous and could even say that she carefully put on the aqua green dress, she forgot how long she hadn't worn the long skirt of the Central Plains woman, so her movements were a little jerky when she wore it, and when she walked, because the skirt was a little tight, her steps could not be as big as before.

The waist is very thin, you must know that this dress is tailor-made for Ou Siqingqing, but Ou Siqingqing didn't have time to take it away, Ou Siqingqing's figure is excellent, the long skirt is just right for the girl's waist, but Chen Wanrong still fits in this long skirt, from this point you can see how jealous her figure is.

She walked in a lotus step, bowed her head slightly, her face was red, and she wanted to refuse and welcome.

This kind of appearance, even a monk who has carefully cultivated will be thrilled when he sees it. Even the most incompetent man wants to show his majesty when he sees her silky eyes, and even if Lang Changhong, who has tasted her body countless times, is resurrected, he will be obsessed and drunk at this moment.

When she saw the irrepressible fiery desire in the eyes of the Turkic wolf riders who stopped in front of her, she knew that she had succeeded. No man can resist the allure of this body at this moment, never. Chen Wanrong has this self-confidence, she used her elegance to charm the entire He Da He Division, the entire Khitan tribe, and even Ashina to the Hu, can't she charm the young man who she feels is still a little young?

I have to admit that Chen Wanrong is more beautiful than Ou Siqingqing.

I have to admit that Chen Wanrong is more feminine than Ou Siqingqing.

Hearing the whistles and deliberately suppressed screams of those wolf riders, Chen Wanrong felt her body tremble slightly, and the pleasure that she had controlled before actually hit her again in the eyes of many men who unabashedly possessed her desire, she felt that she couldn't help it, and a trace of slippery flowed between her legs.

She couldn't wait, so she was a little hurried when she walked into Li Xian's big tent.

She came out more quickly, walked in, flew out, and slammed to the ground.

Chen Wanrong carefully dressed up to hide the palm print on her right cheek, but at this time, she had no way to hide the palm print on her left cheek, and she couldn't hide the hot pain on her face and the almost violent shame in her heart. She never imagined that she would be rejected by a man in such a crude and simple way.

Maybe it was shame, maybe it was anger, she forced herself to sit up from the ground, and then tried to look at Li Xian with calm eyes.

Just as she was pondering what to say, she heard the young man, who was already high up, ask in a tone of great tenderness and pity, "One, is it enough?" ”

Then, the curtain of the big tent was gently opened, and Chen Wanrong saw Ye Huaisleeve in a white dress walking out. In an instant, Chen Wanrong's eyes opened wide, and the anger and shame that she had struggled to suppress in her eyes came out of her head, like a vast ocean.

"Because of Qingqing, it's not good for me to kill her, but I have wronged you like this...... If you can't kill her, then I'll have to beat her up for you, and if you don't think one slap is enough, then I can hit her a few more times. ”

Li Xian looked at his palm, smiled and said gently: "I suddenly found that it turned out that beating a woman who should be beaten, this feeling is so wonderful, wonderful that people don't want to stop." ”

Ye Huaisleeve didn't speak, nor did he say anything.

Li Xian glanced back at her and said, "I can beat her, but you can't." ”

"Why?"

Ye Huaisleeve asked.

Li Xian replied seriously: "Two women fighting are not good-looking, and they will always look out of grace." I don't want to see the peerless Ye family and this woman scuffling together like a shrew, rolling around on the grass, do you think it's particularly ugly? ”

Ye Huaisleeve was slightly stunned, thought about it and nodded, "It's really ugly...... But you are a man, if you beat her, you are not afraid of losing your demeanor? ”

Li Xian smiled and asked, "Then do you think that when I beat her, I lost my grace, or was I particularly graceful?" ”

Ye Huai was speechless, but he didn't feel that Li Xian's beating of a woman was a shameful thing, nor did he feel that this slap had ruined his demeanor.

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Li Xian waved his hand and said, "Since you don't plan to hit her, then I won't fight either." ”

Chen Wanrong stood up, patting the dust and broken leaves on her aqua green dress, she tried her best to control her emotions, but she still couldn't suppress it after all.

"Ye Huaisleeve, you won this time."

She looked at Ye Huaisleeve resentfully, and then said in a very vicious tone: "I didn't expect you to get Wang Changhong, and you actually thought about this kind of young and tasteless little man." I don't know what kind of seductive tricks you used to charm him, but I do know that you are very low. ”

"Wang Changhong is dead, so he will always be just me."

Maybe it's because this kind of humiliation is unbearable, or maybe it's because of Ye Huai's appearance that Chen Wanrong feels that she is being sarcastically insulted, and she really looks like she has become a shrew now.

"Congratulations."

Ye Huaisleeve said lightly.

"Congratulations, after Wang Changhong died, I felt that he was your only one."

Ye Huai's words made Chen Wanrong stunned, but soon she sneered and said: "Will your heart be very sour when you say this, he died without touching you after all, don't you feel disappointed?" ”

"Actually, there is no direct hatred between you and me."

Ye Huai Sleeve slowly shook his head and said, "Although I want to kill you, you also want to kill me." But when you think about it, it seems that the so-called hatred between us came too hastily. I haven't really hurt you, and you've never really hurt me, but why, we always want to fight each other? ”

"Why?"

Chen Wanrong muttered these three words.

"You can't figure out why?"

Ye Huaisleeve sighed slightly: "Then what else do I tell you?" ”

She turned and walked into the tent.

Chen Wanrong didn't expect Ye Huaisleeve to be so indifferent, and her vicious words under her anger didn't seem to hurt Ye Huaisleeve at all, which made her feel more of a sense of failure in a trance, which was very bad. At this time, even she felt that there was no point in cursing, attacking, viciously and insulting, and the sadness hidden in the deepest part of her heart came out irrepressibly. She sat limply on the ground, and suddenly she began to cry.

Li Xian looked at Chen Wanrong's heart-rending crying, and suddenly felt a little bored. It's not that he doesn't have compassion, it's just that he hasn't been so sympathetic that he can't give it to anyone. No matter how desolate and sad Chen Wanrong cried, it didn't cause even the slightest resonance in his heart.

He beckoned his hand and called over to the two soldiers and ordered: "Send this woman back to the Mohui, and by the way, tell the Mohui that I appreciate his kindness." ”

With that, he also turned and walked back.

When he reached the door of the tent, he paused again, then turned to the two soldiers and said, "If she doesn't have the strength to walk, you can carry her, remember how you played with the bride when you were a child?" The two of you hold hands and have her sit on your arm. ”

He gestured a few times to demonstrate the act of carrying the bride, and then said with a smile: "She will love it." ”

Hearing this, Chen Wanrong stood up violently, wiped the snot and tears from her face, and turned around and walked outside the camp. Seeing her shaved makeup when she wiped her nose and tears, Li Xian shivered disgustingly.

"It's ugly...... What a fucking ugly ......"

He muttered to himself, then turned and went into the tent.

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Chen Wanrong didn't know how she walked back to the tribal camp, and she didn't know how she walked into the big tent that she shared with the Mohui, she sat on the bed indifferently, and happened to see her somewhat ugly face in the bronze mirror opposite. The makeup is spent, the left cheek is swollen and high, and there is a tooth that I don't know where it was lost, and it looks so embarrassed and embarrassed.

How so!

When she saw her ugly self in the bronze mirror, she immediately became panicked.

She grabbed the handkerchief on one side and rubbed it on her face indiscriminately, only touching the red and swollen face, and she couldn't help but moan in pain.

The two soldiers who came back with her gave Li Xian's words to the Mohui as they were, and then turned around and left. Before leaving, the playful look on their faces made Momo feel like he had been slapped in the face a few times. Mo Hui looked a little cold, turned around and walked back to the big tent, looking at the woman who was sitting on the bed and wiping her face carelessly.

"Don't you feel like an ugly?"

Mo Hui asked with a sneer.

"I'm a?"

Chen Wanrong raised her head to look at the Mohui, and the movements in her hands immediately stopped. She slowly turned her head to look at the bronze mirror, and she was so ugly inside. She stretched out her finger and gently rubbed it on her face in the bronze mirror, and suddenly smiled and said seriously: "It really looks like an ugly." ”

Mo will be stunned, and a wave of fear and sadness will appear in his heart for no reason.

Chen Wanrong slowly stood up, walked to the front of the Mohui and looked at him, looking at him carefully, looking at the man who forced herself to stay more than 20 years ago. Suddenly remembering the thunderstorm night when his clothes were torn apart, Chen Wanrong's tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"I'm so ugly, so cheap, ...... Do you still want me? ”

She asked.

Mo Hui took a deep breath, then turned to leave, his back was gloomy, but his still thick shoulders trembled slightly.

"You are Qingqing's mother."