The waning moon hung high in the air, the dim clouds covered the moonlight under the impetus of the breeze, and the entire Daxing City was shrouded in the silence of the night, and not far from the Daxing Hall in the city, a mansion outlined a vague outline in the faint moonlight. ,!

The door of the mansion is open to the north, showing the magnificence of the vermilion gate on both sides of the hanging a big red lantern, in the lantern the fourth-order firefly beast is sleeping soundly, shining with dazzling light, the lintel horizontal plaque reflects the three golden characters of 'Tianyu Mansion', the flagpoles on the left and right sides of the horizontal plaque stand high, two mighty and hideous jade lions sit next to the door, along the stone steps on both sides, silently guarding the eight white-clothed and sword-bearing disciples of the inner door of the Shengxian Gate, the expression is extremely serious, and it looks fierce.

"Tuk tuk tuk!" There was a crisp sound of bangs in the empty alley, and a strong wind suddenly rose on the ground, sweeping in front of the mansion, and the big red lanterns hung high were blown and swaying, and the wind rose strangely, stopped faster, and in the blink of an eye, it suddenly rose and fell, as if it had never happened.

"Strange!" Tianying Zhenren frowned slightly, and said suspiciously: "This wind is a little weird, why do you feel like there is a person inside?" ”

"How is that possible?"

At her lower position, someone immediately shook his head and retorted: "Senior Sister Tianying, this is the Jindan Zhenjun Mansion, who would break in without knowing whether they are alive or dead?" ”

Tianying Zhenren immediately turned his eyes, but saw that the person who spoke was his sister Diying Zhenren, but he couldn't say anything more? The doubts in my heart were immediately dispelled.

But at this time, in the courtyard of the mansion, Mo Wentian Xuanang's figure gradually appeared. With his current Jindan Zhenjun's cultivation. It was too easy to fool the eyes and ears of a few mid-foundation monks.

He didn't need to use the advanced Five Escape Divine Powers, it was just a high-level spell Wind Escape Technique, this spell was refreshed from the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and his cultivation was not very proficient, but even so, several monks in the middle stage of foundation building were also unaware.

After walking into Tianyu Mansion, as if he was walking to his own courtyard, he walked forward with his sleeves swinging, and he took every step forward. With the change of the surrounding environment, the whole body becomes a white rockery, a green grass, a cyan corridor and so on. It's as if it's blending into everything around it.

This is just a high-level spell breathing technique, but with the cultivation of Mo Wentian Jindan True Monarch, it is an earth-shattering power, and if there is no powerful divine sense induction, it is difficult to distinguish at all.

Mo Wentian's expression was calm and calm, Shi Shiran walked into the corridor, and suddenly faced a group of disciples from the outer sect of the Ascending Immortal Sect, carrying long swords and patrolling in unison, but he completely ignored it, turning into a gust of wind and slowly passing through them. Sink into a golden attic next to it.

As soon as you step into the door, there is the scent of ambergris into your nose, the room is a brocade embroidered quilt, a beaded curtain soft tent, a goose-yellow carpet woven with a large red rose, a woman's toiletry items on the table by the window, and there are exquisite furnishings everywhere, which seem to be a woman's boudoir.

Mo Wentian looked around, but his expression was not the slightest surprise, and he stepped forward in a deep step. Da Ma Jindao sat on the soft couch, restrained the breath that came out, and sat silently on it and waited.

But in less than a stick of incense, the footsteps outside the hall were broken, and there was a very girlish laughter. Sensing those fluctuating aura, it was the Yihuo real person and the Bishui real person who came to Zheng Yu'er in a cluster.

At this time. The voice of Yihuo Zhenren said outside: "Miss, I just got the news from Yongzhou that Tianyi Zhenjun has been instructed by the Great Qin royal family to go to Weiguo Ningzhou to quell the civil strife. ”

"Tianyi Zhenjun?" Zheng Yu'er's footsteps suddenly stopped abruptly outside the hall, and said suspiciously: "Is it Seventh Brother?" ”

"Not bad! It was the Seventh Son. Yihuo Zhenren groaned slightly, and said in his voice without worry: "That day, Yizhen Jun and Weijun Zhenren are the same mother's compatriots, the two have been affectionate since childhood, he heard that the true monarch of Middle Earth rewarded the young lady with a golden pill, and wants to make you the head of the Ascending Immortal Gate, he once expressed his dissatisfaction in front of the monarch, and at this time he received the support of the Great Qin royal family, and came to defend the country and Ningzhou to quell the chaos, I am afraid that it is a little bad!" “

"Those who come are not good, and those who are good are not coming!" Zheng Yu'er sighed leisurely, and said silently: "Seventh Brother is a cultivation genius that is difficult to come out of Zheng Guo for a hundred years, with his current mana and supernatural powers, he is expected to be promoted to the true king of Yuanying in this life, and his father is ready to make him the prince of Zheng Guo, and at this moment he came to defend the country, and the deep meaning is not to speculate." ”

As soon as her words fell, Bishui Zhenren snorted lightly, and said as if dissatisfied: "Speaking of Tianyi Zhenjun's cultivation talent, it may not be as good as Miss, before he was in the middle stage of foundation building, he was not as good as his younger brother Weijun Zhenren, but a hundred years ago, I don't know what adventures Lu Dao obtained?" Cultivation is immediately soaring, and he is proficient in several magical spells, and he will soon dominate among the sons, and he really can't be speculated with common sense. ”

Zheng Yu'er shook her head slightly, and said indifferently: "Creation and fate are also a manifestation of strength, if you are not lucky enough, even if you have talent and perseverance, it will be in vain." ”

Bishui Zhenren seemed to be a little unconvinced, and was about to speak, but Zheng Yu'er immediately waved his long sleeves lightly and said in a deep voice: "Okay, this matter is known to this seat, you all retreat!" ”

"Yes, Miss, you should rest early!" Yihuo Zhenren and Bishui Zhenren said yes, the two glanced at each other, and then bowed down together.

After they were far away, Zheng Yu'er sighed leisurely, then stepped forward, pushed open the door and entered.

At this time, in the night on the edge of the sky, a bright moon suddenly broke through the clouds, and the moonlight poured in from the window like a flowing stream, reflecting on Mo Wentian's calm and solemn cheeks.

"Ask the sky?"

Under the moonlight, Zheng Yu'er's delicate body suddenly trembled slightly, and she suddenly rushed desperately and threw herself into Mo Wentian's broad embrace.

'Squeak', the heavy door closed in an instant, keeping the milky white moonlight out, and the attic returned to darkness, Mo Wentian stretched out his hand and opened his arms, hugging the incomparably moving delicate body, and his worries were suddenly thrown out of the clouds.

The sound of sandalwood cracking gently in the incense burner came, and the room was silent at this time, and the two hugged each other tightly, feeling the thoughts in each other's hearts, and silence was better than sound at this time.

Zheng Yu'er's delicate body writhed like a snake, hugged Mo Wentian's thick neck, and said in a shy voice: "Yu'er really can't imagine that Wentian is the Jindan Zhenjun who stands up to the sky, and the famous head of Wuji Sect will actually visit the boudoir at night to steal incense and steal jade." ”

Mo Wentian Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed, stretched out his hand and lightly picked up the hairpin on the top of her head, let the hair like a cloud fall down like a waterfall, and said with a straight face: "Yu'er said that it was funny, how could a husband be a person who cultivates the truth and seeks the Tao, how can he do something like stealing incense and stealing jade?" At most, it is to study the Yin and Yang Furnace Ding Dafa and try new tricks. ”

Zheng Yu'er's pretty face immediately burned like a fire, the roots of her ears suddenly turned red, and her beautiful eyes were as white as he was, and she whispered: "You obviously want to do bad things, and you are so serious?" ”

After speaking, he buried the embarrassed pretty face in his neck, and the sharp beating of his heart unabashedly exposed her shame and joy, obviously without any objection, and the delicate body was so soft that she couldn't even say anything other than Jiao Panting.

Mo Wentian is not a person who is intoxicated with women, he is indeed extremely intoxicated by the deep meaning of coquettishness, Zheng Yuer, as the son-in-law of Zheng Guo, has always been graceful and majestic on the outside, and has an awe-inspiring and inviolable appearance, but after obtaining her body and mind, she found that her heart is actually extremely soft and charming, and the two diametrically contradictory temperaments are concentrated on her, but they are so seductive that they are unforgettable.

It has been nearly a month since the two were united in the illusion of the ghost mirage, and at that time, Mo Wentian was driven by obscenity, and only knew how to vent his instinctive desires, and did not really enjoy the taste.

When the two of them were promoted to Jindan Zhenjun, they had already operated the Yin and Yang Furnace Ding Dafa, and stored the Yin or Yang Spiritual Qi that could not be absorbed in the Furnace Ding, and at this time, they would get great benefits by feeding each other through Yin and Yang Jiaotai, saving years of meditation and cultivation.

Yin Yang furnace Ding Dafa, while enjoying the joy of fish and water, and improving the cultivation of both sides, is really a wonderful and infinite magic spell, Mo Wentian suddenly felt itchy, pushed Jiao Rao in his arms onto the soft couch, he immediately climbed down and pulled the embroidered quilt over the two of them.

Zheng Yu'er's beautiful eyes were closed, her cheeks were peach, and she was full of bright light, although she was in the dark, but under Mo Wentian's fiery eyes, her cute and moving appearance was clearly visible.

Mo Wentian saw that his index finger moved, and a hot fire suddenly jumped forward in his heart, pressed forward, blew a breath of hot air in her round and delicate ears, bit the little ear beads that were as crystal as jade, and said with a smile: "Yu'er, let's start practicing the exercises!" ”

Zheng Yu'er opened her beautiful eyes full of spring love, nodded slightly with a blushing face, and then her starry eyes were half-closed, and the shocking allure that disturbed the itch made Mo Wentian's lust rise sharply, reaching out and sliding into her clothes, wantonly caressing the soft and delicate body.

In Zheng Yu'er's soft panting, the clothes on her body decreased one by one, and soon she was defenseless, like a white jade body like mutton fat lying on the soft couch.

Mo Wentian quickly took off his clothes, his strong and masculine body was close to his body, and he felt that the delicate and warm nephrite under his body was hot and smooth, soft as boneless, so wonderful It is really difficult to describe in words.

The two hugged together without intervals, the heat on their bodies continued to rise, Mo Wentian was sometimes domineering and sometimes gentle, and the caresses everywhere stimulated Zheng Yu'er's delicate body to tremble, and her blood was rushing, as if she was stirred up the flames of desire, and she couldn't help it anymore, her delicate body wrapped around him like a snake, and reacted feverishly.

Both of them blended into the forgetfulness of worries, upside down the dragon and phoenix, swimming in Wushan, incomparably enthusiastic to resist the death, the hibiscus tent was warm, and the waves could not stop rolling, just like the tide under the night, the ups and downs of the surge, in the faint inside, there was a low roar of Mo Wentian's incomparably happy, and Zheng Yu'er's coquettish moaning, wave after wave, I don't know when it will stop............)

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