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Let Xinghuan stuff the food into her mouth, Yan Rong didn't chew or swallow, just looked at the empty air with empty eyes.

Seeing this, Xinghuan was helpless, and after thinking about it, he kissed Yan Rong and personally sent the food in the other party's mouth.

Yan Rong was indifferent and let Xinghuan do whatever she wanted.

After a long time, the food has been eaten completely, most of it is eaten by the little white tiger, Xinghuan and Yan Rong eat very little, but most of the monkey wine goes into the mouths of the two.

Without saying anything, Xinghuan got up and brought a dress from the table outside the secret room for Yan Rong to put on.

Jinghui is really considerate, the two clothes she prepared are all women's clothes, and the only regret is that she didn't prepare long pants, only long skirts.

Xinghuan didn't have time to care too much about this, most of his attention was now on Yan Rong, guarding against his suicide.

But for some reason, Yan Rong did not commit suicide again after regaining her strength, but continued to be silent as always.

Sighing secretly, Xinghuan put on her dress and red face, let her walk around and saw her bare slender legs, and came to Yan Rong's side and squatted down on her knees.

After thinking about it, he pointed to his current appearance and said with a smile: "Will this senior feel better." ”

Yan Rong's pale pink eyes moved, and she looked at Xinghuan with a complicated expression, and said, "Why are you like this." ”

Xinghuan stood up with his delicate body in his arms and comforted: "There is nothing in this world that is unacceptable. ”

Yan Rong leaned into his arms and didn't speak.

Maybe it was because she had accepted the poison of fire and cold in Xinghuan's body, or maybe the two had an intimacy once, so Yan Rong had an indescribable connection with Xinghuan.

There is affection, attachment, and heartbeat......

The little white tiger came to Xinghuan's feet, wagged his tail, and rubbed his white and tender calves with his tiger head.

Ignoring the little white tiger, Xinghuan thought for a while and said, "Let's make an agreement." ”

Yan Rong's breathing began to be a little rapid, and the lust in her body was ready to move again, looking at him with confused eyes.

Xinghuan stroked his fragrant shoulder and said with a smile: "I will try to accept my current self, and my predecessors will do the same, try to accept my current self." ”

Which is more difficult to get a man to accept women's clothing completely, or to make a woman accept the uniqueness of her body?

Yan Rong did not agree, nor did she refuse.

No longer wasting time, Xinghuan stretched his waist and said, "Let's go." ”

Yan Rong muttered, "Where to go." ”

Where can she go now?

Xinghuan understood the confusion in Yan Rong's heart, and said, "Accompany me to take a look at this river and lake." ”

Maybe one day, Yan Rong will accept her body, and maybe one day, she will be able to find a solution to her body.......

In short, it's better than staying here and sinking.

Life is always full of hope, and if you keep going, there will always be a day when your dreams come true.

The process may be tiring and painful, but the ending will be good.

After many days, Yan Rong finally stepped out of the cave and saw the sun.

It's early in the morning, when the sun is rising.

Xinghuan suddenly smiled, and floated away with Yan Rong in his arms, and on his shoulder, the little white tiger held his head high and roared angrily in the sky.

A moment later, on top of a mountain.

Xinghuan and Yan Rong quietly looked at the fiery morning sun, silent.

At this moment, a trace of anger and hope suddenly rose in Yan Rong's heart.

At this moment, Xinghuan felt the poison of the fire and cold in his body, and smiled.

At this moment, the little white tiger roared again, shaking through the mountains and forests, scaring away countless birds and white cranes.

Inexplicably, Yan Rong said: "I promise your agreement." ”

Xinghuan was stunned, and also smiled back, saying, "A word is a certainty." ”

If you can't say no, why not try to accept it? Perhaps, things don't have to be as bad as you think.

There is nothing in this world that is unacceptable, time can change everything, even this world is no exception.

At the foot of Mount Emei, in the Welcome Garden, Xinghuan and Yan Rong got into a carriage that had been prepared and left here.

On the top of Emei gold, Jing Hui held the sword of Yitian, dancing the wind and clouds.

Everything is as always.

The driver is a lonely old man, always at the foot of Mount Emei to greet the guests.

Xinghuan wants to go to Nanhai County, and only this old man is willing to go.

The carriage was steady and gentle, and there were few bumps.

Inside the carriage, Yan Rong let go of everything and quietly felt the lust in her body.

Xinghuan drank wine while holding his hands on the woman in his arms.

Maybe it's to let go of your heart and try to accept and enjoy, so this time the charm between the two ended quickly.

Without suppressing the impulse in her heart, Yan Rong turned over and overwhelmed Xinghuan, kissed Xinghuan emotionally, begging.

After a long time, the lips parted.

After Xinghuan took another blood pill with his head on his head, the little white tiger who was sleeping suddenly smiled and said, "How do you feel about your seniors?" ”

Yan Rong closed her eyes and lay on Xinghuan's chest, as if whispering, "It's good..."

This time, lust has not made a comeback after a long hiatus.

Sure enough, it's better to be blocked.

At noon, the carriage came to a temple.

It's surrounded by wilderness and woods, and there's only one place to stay nearby.

This temple is still difficult to find if ordinary people do not pay attention to it, and the old coachman also knew that there was such a place to rest because he had passed through this place many times.

The horses had to rest all morning, so the old coachman parked the carriage here.

Xinghuan had no opinion on this, but although he hadn't gotten out of the car yet, he still smelled a strong smell of blood here.

It doesn't seem to be peaceful here.

Xinghuan got out of the car with Yan Rong, who was a little delicate, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

After all, the car has just been tossed, and although the smell is very fragrant and good, it is a little too strong.

The old coachman clearly sensed that something was wrong with the temple, so he stayed in the carriage.

From time to time, there were sounds of fighting in the temple, but they soon fell silent.

Yan Rong operated her internal force, left Xinghuan's embrace, her beautiful eyes were solemn, and she said, "Be careful." ”

Xinghuan nodded and took the lead in walking.

The rivers and lakes are very chaotic now, and fights like this can be seen everywhere, and it will undoubtedly waste a lot of time if you avoid them every time.

Suddenly, waiting for Xinghuan to walk in, a figure suddenly ran out.

After seeing Xinghuan, the person who came was stunned, and said with a happy face: "Please also ask the girl to help." ”

After a pause, Xinghuan looked at the people who rushed towards him in surprise.

This person he happened to know, it was Murong Hao's subordinate, a middle-aged scholar.

He hadn't seen this person since Wan Jian Guan, but he didn't expect to meet him here, and it was still in this situation.

To save or not to save?

Before Xinghuan could react, another figure suddenly chased out from behind the middle-aged scholar, and the figure was like a sharp arrow, instantly catching up with the middle-aged scholar.

The next moment, the middle-aged scholar's heart was filled with an inch of cold light on the tip of the sword.

The chasing man drew the long sword in his hand expressionlessly, ignored the middle-aged scholar's slowly approaching body, and looked at Xinghuan.

For some reason, the moment he saw Xinghuan, his eyes were stunned, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.