On a small road, a horse-drawn carriage drove by, stirring up a large cloud of dust. In the car, it was Wu Song, Wan Yanping and Gongsun Sheng. Gongsun Sheng drove the car, and Wu Song and Wan Yanping sat in the carriage.

They had been on the road for several days, day and night, but they were still quite far from their destination.

The long journey was spent in the sound of the wheels of the carriage, and it was very boring. Fortunately, Wu Song sat next to Yan Ping, which added a lot of fun to the boring journey.

Most of the time, Wan Yanping sat in Wu Song's arms, hooking his neck with both hands, like a well-behaved cat. Looking at the pink lips of the beautiful woman in his arms, the smoothness of the touch on his fingertips, and her tender gaze, Wu Song couldn't help but feel a little emotion in his heart, such a stunner would not be enough to watch for a lifetime.

Thinking of being in the cave, she was so forgetful and hungry in her arms, and now the enjoyment of sight and touch is the same, how can it not make people's hearts teased, and the blood of beasts is boiling. Wu Song glanced at the figure outside the carriage and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the impulse in his heart.

However, the bump of the carriage made the soft body in his arms constantly collide with Wu Song's sensitive parts. Gradually, the desire in his heart could no longer be suppressed, he picked up Yan Ping's little face and kissed it heavily.

Wan Yanping was suddenly attacked, and she was a little uncomfortable for a while, she looked outside, and signaled to Wu Song that there were still people outside the carriage. But Wu Song endured it, and kissed Wan Yanping's fragrant tongue by himself.

After Yan Ping first experienced personnel, the desire in her heart was actually no less than that of Wu Song, she was a little emotional when she was kissed by Wu Song, and she even forgot Gongsun Sheng outside the carriage. She tightened her hand around Wu Song's neck, closed her beautiful eyes, and responded to Wu Song warmly.

Wu Song felt that her little fragrant tongue suddenly became active, sometimes licking between his lips, sometimes intertwining with his big tongue, the two sides continued to pour each other's fragrant jade liquid, and when their lips and teeth touched, the two had entered the state.

Wan Yanping's eyes were blurred, her soft body was all pressed on Wu Song, she kept asking for kisses from each other, as if she could never kiss enough, her cherry lips were closed one by one, her fragrant tongue was swallowed, and slowly, Wu Song was pressed against the four walls of the carriage. Behind his head is a hard wooden plank, but in front of him is a soft fragrant tongue, constantly gnawing at his mouth, lips, tongue, a tingling sensation, gradually from the tongue, to every part of the body, Wu Song comfortably wanted to call out.

But it has always been Wan Yanping who took the initiative, and Wu Song also felt embarrassed, so he stroked Wan Yanping's body with one hand, and his free hand got into her chest, and gently rubbed it through the tulle-like antique shirt, the softness was not blocked by the light yarn at all, but more obvious.

Wu Song's movements changed from light to heavy, so soft, Wu Song's big hands arbitrarily changed shape, Wan Yanping actually felt a little itchy, her cherry lips were blocked by Wu Song with her mouth, and she couldn't make a sound for a while, but the low snort echoed in her throat.

Her beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and a little tears oozed from her eyes, and there was pain and confusion in her eyes, but more enjoyment.

Wu Song's hand was no longer satisfied with the outside of the shirt, he stretched it out brutally, and along the neckline of the shirt, he touched the smooth skin of the other party, a deep furrow, and clamped his hand tightly, as if he wanted it not to continue to deteriorate.

Wu Song flipped his hand over and grabbed a ball of softness in his hand, but he was surprised to find that his hand was completely unable to hold it. However, Wu Song also wondered in his heart, could it be that women in ancient times developed relatively early, Ping'er said that she was only sixteen years old, but this is the size that a sixteen-year-old girl should have.

Last time, I didn't appreciate it in the cave, but this time, Wu Song wouldn't miss this opportunity.

As soon as his hand was forced, he actually pulled Yan Ping's neckline open, and a white rabbit jumped out. Wan Yanping felt a chill in her chest, and when she glanced at it, it turned out to be her own spring, her face turned red, and she wanted to reach out and pull back her collar.

But Wu Song's movements were faster, his head sank down, and a piece of white flowers actually covered his face, and Wu Song's big tongue found the target, and it was gently gnawed.

An unprecedented refreshment swept through Yan Ping's whole body, her eyes became even more confused, and her lips opened, looking like she wanted to shout. She took the little hand that was stretched back, originally wanting to stop Wu Song from making trouble, but somehow, it pressed on Wu Song's head and fell along with his movements. Her other free hand, covering her lips, tried her best not to make a sound, but there was still a thin moan, through her fingers, into the ears of the two, and I don't know if Gongsun Sheng outside heard it.

Wan Yanping's face became redder and redder, her eyes were charming, and the sense of emptiness became stronger and stronger, as if she urgently needed something to fill it. Under the strong offensive of Wu Song's big mouth, the acacia beans on Wan Yanping's chest have become engorged, swollen, and hardened, and the need for a certain part of the body is becoming more and more intense.

Yan Ping couldn't wait any longer, she urgently needed Wu Song's caresses, just like that day in the cave, the pleasure of being one, she needed it. Her small hand, which was originally holding Wu Song, suddenly turned around and moved to Wu Song's sensitive part.

The hardness and heat made her face redder, but there was still a faint hint of excitement in her heart. Thinking of this, her little hand pinched lightly, Wu Song's body trembled, and the movements in his mouth also changed and became more forceful, which made Wan Yanping how to hold it, her hand pressed on Wu Song's head again, biting her lower lip, looking unbearable.

Feeling the impulse of his lower body, Wu Song couldn't bear it anymore.

If that day in the cave was a storm, the sound of wind, rain, thunder, every sound was a trembling heart, then at this time, it is the spring rain of March, the drizzle like cotton needles, the gentle breeze, moisturizing things silently.

Although there are no howling winds or torrential rains, spring rain also has its wonders. Zhu Zhi's predecessors said, "Rain is the most ordinary, one is three or two days", Wu Song is a junior, naturally he can't let the rain rain for two or three days like his predecessors, but this spring rain has been raining for a long time, and one afternoon is spent in the familiar taste of spring rain.

In the blink of an eye, it was already evening, Wan Yanping was lying weakly in Wu Song's arms, her eyes were like silk, and she hugged Wu Song's neck, as if this was the safest harbor.

Wu Song stretched out his hand and opened the window on the carriage, letting the air outside blow in, and the special smell in the carriage gradually faded.

Wu Song glanced at the figure outside the carriage, he was a little afraid when he thought about it, if Gongsun Sheng came over just now, then he and Wan Yanping would not be embarrassed to death, fortunately, for half an afternoon, Gongsun Sheng had been on the way, and he didn't ask anything to the two people in the carriage, and he didn't know whether he really didn't know, or pretended not to know.

Wu Song didn't know that at this time, Gongsun Sheng's face outside the carriage was pale, holding the reins with one hand, and holding it tightly with the other free hand, as if his nails were about to be embedded in the flesh.

As the sun set, the sky finally became dark, and the road became more and more unclear, so Gongsun Sheng had no choice but to stop the car and call the two people in the car to come down to eat by the way.

Wu Song and the two were busy for an afternoon, and they were indeed a little hungry, so they got out of the car to eat, and after eating, the group found a safe place, camped, and rested.

On the way, Gongsun Sheng didn't say a word, his face was calm, as if he was wearing a mask. Although Wu Song wondered in his heart, he thought that Gongsun Sheng had always been weird, so he didn't take this matter to heart.

In the middle of the night, the tired Wan Yanping had already fallen asleep, but Wu Song, who was holding her, did not fall asleep. The passion of the day, perhaps, is just a catharsis. In Wu Song's heart, there was still a trace of sorrow.

This trace of sorrow did not come from worrying about Liu Mei'er and the others, but his consciousness told him that with the protection of masters such as Suzaku, Shishi, and Wang Jin, they should not be in much danger. The only thing worried him was himself.

He sighed softly, then gently pulled his hand out of Wan Yanping's arms, and tiptoed out of the tent. The moonlight outside illuminated his resolute face.

Under the moonlight, Wu Song took out the fake Tiangang jade in his arms, and the words on the back, "Dry for two years, given by Luo Zhenren" are still there. Seeing this piece of jade, Wu Song would always unconsciously think of the strangeness of the centipede Taoist before he died, the mysterious cave on the centipede ridge, the disgusting cat man, the hallucinogenic bronze door, and those statues that look like people and non-humans, beasts and non-beasts, where did these things come from and what is the meaning of their existence.

Combined with the information that Gongsun Sheng told him, although many places are still very vague, but in Wu Song's mind, there is already a vague outline, Luo Zhenren, the mysterious tomb, Tiangang Jade, there must be a close relationship between the three. But what is the relationship between them, Wu Song can't think of it, and he can't think of it, and the answer to everything will not be known until Luo Zhenren appears.

Wu Song pinched this piece of jade, and when he was still pondering, a cold voice came from behind him, "Brother Wu, you don't sleep late at night, why are you looking at the moon alone here?" ”

Wu Song turned around and found that this person turned out to be Gongsun Sheng.

I saw that his handsome face was frosty at the moment, and his eyes were a little cold, and the image of the enthusiastic and shy big boy before, it was like two people. But Wu Song didn't bother to care about the other party's expression, and asked with a smile, "Brother Gongsun, aren't you sleeping?" But tonight the moonlight is just right, and it is a good opportunity to enjoy the moon and drink, how about it, do you want to have a cup of wine? ”

Wu Song said, took out two cups of wine from the carriage, and handed one of them to Gongsun Sheng.

"The master said that those who cultivate the Tao should be pure in heart and have few desires, and I can't drink alcohol." Gongsun Sheng looked straight and refused.