There is no Big Dipper in the northern sky, and a faint morning dance is faintly dancing on the crescent moon lake; The once bright moon was just a faint shadow, disappearing from time to time.

Ye Er stood up, the clear water of the lake was only up to her waist, her face was faintly holy, and her eyes were wide and attentive looking at everything in front of her curiously.

The petals jumped on her snow-white skin, the water droplets gently soothed the delicate fragrant shoulders with colorful streamers, and several huge butterflies waved their blue wings and danced around the two proud **.

She hesitated and stretched out her hand, and a butterfly landed obediently.

Suddenly, Ye Er showed a painful expression on her face, and her memory came back! She remembered who she was, remembered that it was morning when she was entering Jiangjia Village to look for Zhu Tong, and now, it seemed to be early morning, everything that had happened in the past ten days was so blurry, she knew that she would not lose for no reason, and came to this strange and beautiful place.

She saw the man lying under the maple tree and knew that it was Zhu Tong. As soon as I had the consciousness to run over to check, my body had already floated lightly, and almost only one rose and fell under the maple tree.

Ye'er didn't notice the change in herself, she picked up Zhu Tong and lay on her back on the grass.

This body exudes a mesmerizing smell, and its solid muscles bulge and seem to contain an endless amount of volume.

However, he was now like a furnace, steaming hot and sweating, and his eyes were looking straight up, and the whites of his eyes were still filled with red silk.

Ye'er knew that it was dangerous for a person's body to have such a high temperature.

She carried Zhu Tong to the shore of the Crescent Lake, picked up the lake water and poured it on him.

But the effect of this is extremely limited, not only has the temperature not decreased, but the skin on Zhu Tong's chest is also turning red, and the heat comes from inside his body.

"Wake up, I'm afraid; Please, good people, Li Xiang, Zhu Tong, don't scare me. Ye Er said eagerly while teasing the water, tears falling on Zhu Tong's body.

She saw Zhu Tong's upright male root, and a shameful feeling suddenly appeared in her heart: he needs to vent, vent the enthusiasm in his body, maybe it's good.

Ye Er thought back to the experience just now, looked at Zhu Tong again, and became more and more sure of this idea.

The intersection just now is not perfect, Ye Er has experienced it several times, and there are two reasons why she did not appear in such a situation as Zhu Tong, the lake and the daughter jade hanging on her chest.

The warm and cool lake water lowered the temperature of her body for the first time, and her daughter Yu usually didn't see any effect, but at the moment when Ye Er was about to fall into madness, her daughter Yu, who was attached to her chest, revealed a breath of fresh air, slowly lowering the heat in her heart to a safe state.

But Zhu Tong has never been able to climb to the peak.

The main obstacle came from the blood cells in his chest, and whenever Zhu Tong showed signs of ejection, it acted as a solid roadblock as before.

With the help of the energy transmitted by the butterfly god and Ye'er, Zhu Tong has launched countless **.

With **, the roadblocks gradually became less solid, and the last few times were just barely passing. If it weren't for the fact that the butterfly god had completed the copulation first, maybe there would have been one or two more......

But now, the majestic energy is stirring in Zhu Tong's chest and abdomen, and the blood cells can only absorb one-third of it.

If the old liar or Zhu Huang were there, he would find that Zhu Tong was wandering between the region and the heavens. If he can pass this hurdle, not to mention Peng Magong's great progress, the whole person will also be reborn. If you can't get through, it's very simple, a dead end.

It's just that Zhu Tong has already fainted, and he can't move in the right direction. To go to heaven you need outside help, to go to hell, as long as you don't care about him.

The old liar's choice must be to vent, whether it is to use the golden needle to disperse the gong or the word to guide, his first choice is to guide this terrible energy in Zhu Tong's body, life is the first, everything else is bullshit.

Zhu Huang may try to help Zhu Tong break through, he has experienced the jump from the second to the third layer of Pengma Fantasy Realm, and knows how rare Zhu Tong's current state is. If you are lucky enough, you may be able to cross the third layer of Pengma Fantasy Realm and directly enter Pengma Wonderland.

In order to accomplish a miracle, it is worth taking a risk.

However, Ye Er is not a doctor, and she has not learned the secret art of Zhumen, so she doesn't know what to do in this situation. Although her current cultivation has also entered the fluffy fantasy realm, it is completely an unaware and unconscious coincidence.

At first, she just learned to write with Zhu Tong, but until now, she still knows little about the mysterious meridians and internal breath, and can only use the two words "qi" and "spirit", and she knows very little about the methods used and the magic in them.

She is a woman who dares to act and no longer hesitates once she has a choice. Looking around with a red face, there was not even a slightly larger beast within the range of his eyes and perceptions, let alone a human.

Ye Er stood up, parted her slender and round legs, straddled Zhu Tong, and gently introduced the fiery male root into her body. The stimulation was so strong that she couldn't help but moan and fell limply on his chest.

At first, Zhu Tong didn't react.

Ye Er gasped for a moment, grabbed Zhu Tong's shoulders and shook them up and down gently.

No one can keep calm about such a shameful thing.

The body gradually changed from conscious to unconscious as it shook, Ye Er couldn't control the rising lust, she was tired, and turned over to make Zhu Tong fall on top of her.

Sure enough, Zhu Tong began to move.

Ye Er screamed excitedly, and two lines of hot tears slipped out of her closed eyes.

She couldn't feel the stimulation anymore, only the unbearable pain.

Zhu Tong's initial action was a storm at the first time, Ye Er couldn't bear the surging heat, but gritted his teeth and persevered.

The two butterfly gods were attracted again, and Amber was thrown there without knowing it, and they did not have the medium to meet, and danced wildly in their respective territories.

Three huge blue butterflies floated down from the maple tree, they seemed to be the king of butterflies, arrogantly and leisurely flying around the two of them.

Countless butterflies come from all over and dance around the blue butterflies, as if they are participating in a gorgeous feast.

The butterflies in the valley gather more and more, and the space for dancing becomes smaller and smaller, gradually forming a large colorful sphere on the lakeside.

The sun had leapt into the eastern sky, and a clear ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the cliff and shone on the sphere. It's like a dream, it's fake.

Three figures appeared at the gap, which were the whistle, the hook Wang Han and the river that had been tracked.

Crescent Lake is not big and there are not many trees. They stood on a high place, with an unobstructed view of the woods by the lake.

The whistle looked at the flock of butterflies by the lake, frowned and asked, "What's that?" ”

Jiang Liu looked around cautiously, pointed to the clothes scattered under the cliff and said, "Here they are." ”

"Here?" The whistle wondered.

"It's nearby anyway, maybe hiding in a tree, maybe in the water." Jiang Liu took out a rope and tied it to the stone, ready to climb down.

There are at least twenty meters from the gap to the ground, and when Zhu Tong and Ye'er came, they only clicked a few times on the bushes and protruding rocks on the stone wall, and Jiang Liu did not dare to joke with his life; That's why they've only been here until now.

Divine Hook Wang Han rose and fell a few times, and jumped off the stone cliff along the route that Zhu Tong and Ye Er had taken. After landing on the ground, I looked back, and then leaned over to look at the ground, and sure enough, I found two double-weight footprints. Chasing along the way, Divine Hook Wang Han has been doing similar things, which seems to be useless, but it is actually measuring the strength of the opponent.

The whistle "hummed", climbed the rope down, and asked, "What did Lao Wang find?" ”

"That girl, it's weird?"

"What's strange?" The whistle believes in the experience and eyesight of the god hook Wang Han, which is a pair of real old rivers and lakes. Many times, he and the god hook Wang Han seem to be separated, and now it is a critical period for the life and death of the four poinsettias, and the two finally join forces, hoping to do something, whether soft or hard, and save the building.

They all know that the four-pin red fire is not the fifth grade Qingyang, and the living space left by the current social environment is too narrow, and they have not seized the opportunity to change. Once Honghuo was expelled from the Bapin Jianghu, it was equivalent to ringing the bell of the demise of this Jianghu gang that had been circulating for thousands of years.

"She's getting stronger." Divine Hook Wang Han said vaguely.

It was a strange thing, as you could see from the footprints and the marks left along the way, that at the beginning the female police officer's steps were vain and heavy, leaving many marks, such as the clothes that were hung up. She is a burden to Zhu Tong.

Later, her traces became less and less, and the footprints here show that her steps have become as light as Zhu Tong's.

Zhu Tong has a lot of fame, and he can be regarded as a few masters in the new generation of Jianghu Dao. And that female police officer, Divine Hook Wang Han has observed many times from afar, it is obviously a standard rookie, and the big fire wheel has stolen a wallet from her. But now, it seems to have the same strength as a little liar.

"It's not going to be there, she can't run at such a speed without him with her." The whistle first figured out the key, although he knew very well that Officer Su did not have considerable strength, and even if he had Zhu Tongdao, he would not run out of such an effect.

Jiang Liu put away the rope and immediately launched a tracking technique, trying to find Zhu Tong and Ye Er in this small space. Soon he stood still, staring at the flock of butterflies.

"Found it?" The whistle asked.

"Where are they?" Jiang Liu pointed to the Crescent Lake and replied.

There, there is a world of butterflies, and thousands of butterflies occupy half of the lake, blocking the route of continuous pursuit. So many butterflies flapped their wings at the same time, making a magnificent whirring sound, and their sight was cut off.

"They're in there." Divine Hook Wang Han echoed.

"But what are they doing here? What's going on with these butterflies? ”

The whistle was scheming, and hesitated to approach until he figured out what was going on.

"I had to ask them." Divine Hook Wang Han took out a porcelain bottle, picked out some sticky brown juice and smeared it on his face, neck, and arms. This is a red-hot secret anthelmintic drug, and it is inevitable to encounter various situations when walking the rivers and lakes, and sleeping on the streets is commonplace. This secret medicine is similar to Zhumen Qiyusan, which can ensure that you can sleep without being attacked by mosquitoes and most small creatures.

Jiang Liu broke off two one-meter-long, fist-thick branches, tore them apart from his shirt, wrapped them around one end of the branch, and sprinkled them with a black powder. He's making improvised torches, and the black powder is something like gunpowder, but it's much longer-lasting.

The whistle also smeared insect repellent on his body, took a torch, and said, "Lao Wang is pressing the formation behind, and Senior Brother Jiang and I will enter,"

Divine Hook Wang Han nodded and didn't say anything. If according to the rules, the whistle is the big boss of the four poinsettias, and he should stay in the pressure array. But now is not the time to talk about pomp, among the three people, the strength of the Divine Hook Wang Han is the strongest. If there is any accident ahead, such as a little liar stealthily launching a surprise attack in the mysterious butterfly array, the strongest Divine Hook Wang Han can ensure the most effective response to the whistle and the river.

Jiang Liu took out a lighter and lit it, and two torches burst out with two flames; He and the whistle each held a torch and stepped into the butterfly array.

The whistle has the highest status in the rivers and lakes, and it is also the one who is most afraid of death. The reason why Master Yun Jia was able to make a fortune in running Zixia Nunnery in Shanghai was mostly due to the advice of the whistle behind the scenes.

The current situation is that the four-pins have lost the support of the first-grade golden Buddha, and the monks no longer need this thug. The whistle did not protest, and his only hope now was to exit the road safely.

Of course, before completely withdrawing from the rivers and lakes, it is necessary to give Honghuo an explanation.

The whistle knows very well the temperament of his subordinates, it is a group of outlaws who play with knives in addition to sneaking, and they are not easy to soothe them, the whistle does not want to be stable in his old age, and if he does not do it, he will turn the Zixia Nunnery, which is easy to get his hands on, into a smoky dojo.

The Big Steamer was bent on succeeding Whistle as the boss of the Poinsettia, and over the years, Whistle had acquiesced to his ambitions. But in his heart, the whistle is not optimistic about the big hot wheel, it is a reckless man with only ambition and no brains.

In the action of tracking Zhu Tong these days, the big fire wheel was bent on grabbing merit in front of everyone, but unexpectedly, he was injured by a little liar and abolished his cultivation. Invisibly, this is tantamount to a great favor for the whistle.

He wasn't going to fight hard with Zhu Tong, and he didn't even plan to hurt Zhu Tong. I just want to force Zhu Tong to agree to some conditions under certain circumstances, for example, whether the time for Sipinhonghuo to withdraw from Jianghu Dao can be postponed for a year and a half, and whether the amount of compensation can be more. All of these are not things that Divine Hook Wang Han can do, as soon as he makes a move, he will not die.

The whistle also knew that Jiang Liu and the divine hook Wang Han really wanted to kill Zhu Tong, and the eldest lady of Wupin Qingyang secretly issued a reward for killing Zhu Tong, and he could get 100,000 for killing Zhu Tong, and he could also get 100,000 for wounding him. That's why the whistle had to take the risk of going out in person to keep the situation within acceptable limits.

The first dozen or so steps were quite smooth, and the butterflies on the periphery were not dense, they were naturally afraid of fire, so they avoided from afar.

The farther you go, the denser the butterflies become, the smell of butterflies being burned to death wafts through the air, and the narrower and narrower spaces make it impossible for butterflies to avoid at all, most of which have only half of their wings burned, leaving pieces of wreckage behind the whistle and the river.

Jiang Liu walked in front of the whistle, he waved the torch in his left hand and read the mobile phone easily: (1) (6) tidying up, covering his eyes with his right hand, burying his head in a hurry.

There are so many butterflies in the air that there are so many butterflies that they collide with each other that the crumbs that fall from their wings are getting thicker and thicker. It is said that this thing can cause irreparable damage when it enters the eye, and one may become blind.

The river stopped, and the whistle couldn't move. They found that the butterflies in front of them were no longer flying, but connected end to end to form a seemingly soft but dangerous butterfly wall.

They are not afraid of the burning of flames, they are not afraid of insect repellent, these weak butterflies seem to be using their lives to maintain something.

The whistle knew that Zhu Tong was inside, and he could faintly hear the sound coming from inside the butterfly wall. It was a strange sound, as if someone was doing some kind of strange activity in it.

Jiang Liu launched a fierce attack, throwing black powder at the butterfly wall and detonating it with a torch.

Large swaths of butterflies were scorched, and a gap appeared in the butterfly wall. As the butterfly replenishes more slowly, the gap is getting bigger. It's just that the number of butterflies is too much, and although the amount of black powder brought by the river is enough, it will take some time to break through the butterfly wall.

During this time, the concentration of dust also becomes unbearable. The whistle waved the folding fan rapidly, barely making a relatively clean space for himself and Jiang Liu.

The Divine Hook Wang Han, who was guarding outside, was in trouble first.

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