Hua Chengcheng was a little puzzled, but at this time they were both kneeling and sitting, and he was behind her, half of her body was controlled by his hands, and it was difficult for her to twist it, let alone turn her head to look at him.

"Ah Nian, what are you ......" As soon as she spoke, the man suddenly poked his head to her cheek, reached out and broke her face, and kissed her lips without saying a word.

It wasn't a comfortable position, but it gave her a deep sense of attachment that made her more excited than the many face-to-head kisses they had had.

Cang Wunian helped her up, naturally not only to kiss her in such a way, he also had more important things to do.

It was true that one of his hands was on her cheek, but how could the other hand be idle?

The adventurous adventurer is no longer satisfied with the road [he] is currently treading on, and climbing the mountains until he reaches the top of the mountain is [his] ultimate goal.

The untied coat is loosely put around the neck, which can no longer bring any obstacles to the adventurer, and the five fingers are soaring upward, such as a dancer standing at the peak, and like a chivalrous warrior who sees the mountains at a glance, the pace is treacherous and changeable, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, but it has completely controlled the steep mountains and deep streams.

Just before she fell asleep, the man used this trick to tease her, but at that time, there were still many layers of clothes on his body, and his face was completely unemotional at that time, and Hua Allure felt nothing more than the speculation of shame and uneasiness.

But at this moment, the little bit of fabric on his body is completely useless, coupled with the posture of the two of them that makes people's hearts beat faster, Hua Allure only feels as if he is not just shy and uneasy.

It seems that there was a big river in the body, but because it was always blocked by the dam, it never flowed. But now, after being so carefully soothed by Cang Wunian, the dam already showed signs of shaking, and a trickle of water rushed out of the cracks, fearing that it would not be long before the dam could be completely destroyed.

The adventurer who picked the precious fruit on the top of the mountain tossed and turned very patiently, and with every step [he] took it, she felt that the dam had slackened a little, and taught her to take the initiative to offer the fruit, so that the man could free up the time to help her completely remove the obstacles that blocked the river.

The breath gradually changed from steady to rapid, and the temperature in the curtain gradually rose, not only the painting of the city, but also the dominant Cang Wunian in the whole process also deeply felt a feeling of dizziness and bones being steamed loose caused by soaking in the soup pool for too long.

His patience was running out of patience, and small beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. The adventurer was finally not satisfied with conquering the mountains, and [he] quickly returned along the same path, passing through the flat avenues, and then into the depths of the dense forest.

This is a primitive barren forest, Cang Wunian knows the temptation in the depths of this barren forest in his heart, this is where the treasure is, he has made so many efforts before, just to be able to stride forward, completely and completely take the treasure for himself.

Along the road is a dense jungle, because the owner of the treasure has always looked after the place, so no one has seen it except this adventurer.

The mountains and mountains can still be played with in the palm of his hand, and a dense forest can help him?

After overcoming the thorns, a swamp appeared in front of me, to be exact, it was originally just a dry land, but the dam that intercepted the river water at the source was on the verge of collapse, so the place was moistened by the river, and the mud was now achieved.

This discovery surprised Cang Wunian, the treasure was buried deep under the dry land, and if it were not for the moisture of the river, he would have to spend a lot of time, and perhaps one of them would be ruined if he was not careful.

The adventurer stepped forward and touched the swamp lightly, only to find that the river had already begun to surge, and it might soon turn it into a waterhole.

The painting has long lost the ability to think, the dam has been completely destroyed, and for the first time in her life, she has realized what the phrase "women are made of water" means.

In a daze, she subconsciously clasped Cang Wunian's wrist, not knowing whether she wanted to pull it up, or if she wanted it to pluck her strings harder.

The center of gravity of her body shifted again, and this time Cang Wunian finally flipped her over, making her face to herself, and then pressed it gently, and the purple light around her body flashed, and all the annoying obstacles disappeared without a trace.

"Tell me, Annihilation, who is your love?" he muttered as he tasted the fruits of his previous adventures.

Painting Allure only felt that the meridians of her whole body were like volcanic eruptions, and the rushing river water was boiling instantly, she twisted her body anxiously, and her voice was so soft that she didn't like words: "I love you, of course I love you......"

"Who am I?" Cang Wunian continued his movements, but his purple eyes, which had already been dyed with love rain, had been observing her expression.

The woman raised her hand and clasped his head, and dug her fingers deep into his hair, as if to encourage his movements, as if she wanted him to settle down, "You are Ah Nian, and you are also my brother Wunian, you are my favorite man......"

Hearing this, Cang Wunian's eyes sank, and he said in a dumb voice: "It's just my favorite?

She shook her head hurriedly, and said with a crying voice: "You are the only one, you were in the past, you are now, and you will be in the future. Ah Nian, don't torture me anymore, okay?"

This disguised invitation made Cang Wunian feel happy, and the adventurer once again stepped into the barren forest, gently stirring up the swamp that had turned into a waterhole.

The strange ripples rippled, and the painting fell into the city's subconscious grasp of the man's hair, and a soft groan overflowed from his throat.

"Say you love me, I want to hear you say you love me. The adventurer's dance moves became more and more intense, and the ripples that had previously rippled in the waterhole soon turned into a splash. But the people inside the door were reserved and didn't dare to ask directly, but the people outside the door repeatedly only wanted a promise.

Painting Allure was finally a little annoyed, she just said what she loved him, and said it more than once, because of the emptiness that evaporated from the boiling river in the meridians, she even eagerly invited him, but this bad-hearted guy still went his own way, and happily turned the waterhole upside down, but he was not responsible for calming it down.

"I've said it all just now, and now I'll say it!" said Hua Chengcheng, grabbing a handful of the man's hair with a little force in his hand.

The pain made Cang Wunian frown slightly, but looking at the woman's anxious and annoyed appearance, he only felt quite happy in his heart.

After biting the fruit in his mouth with his teeth, he raised his head and looked directly into the woman's gaze, and said attentively and affectionately: "I love you, don't ask me who I think you are at this time." Whether it's a painting or a painting, or even every life you've ever experienced, it's you.

"Whether your Godhead returns or not, whether your memories come back or not, I'm sure all I want is you, the woman who loves me as much as I love you. ”

"Ah Nian ......" unexpectedly got such a positive answer, and the eyes of the painting Allure instantly turned red.

She was indeed a little worried before, although whether it was Feng Annihilation or painting Allure, it was her, but as long as she thought that Cang Yu loved Feng Yan so deeply, she didn't have many memories related to Feng Annihilation, she couldn't help but wonder if this man who already had most of Cang's memories confused his love for Feng Annihilation with his feelings for her, or just simply loved her as Feng Annihilation.

But she didn't expect that her worries had not yet been asked, but he took the lead in giving an answer, it turned out that in his heart, he had never treated the wind annihilation and the painting Allure differently at all.

Looking at the woman's stunned appearance, Cang Wunian doted on the corners of her mouth, moved her body slightly, and kissed her delicate lips again.

The feeling of the previous backlog has reached a critical point, this kiss is like a spark, instantly igniting the uninhabited wasteland, and the two are in the midst of the heat wave of the sea of fire, eager to find a breakthrough gap.

"Annihilation, my Annihilation, I've endured it to the limit, if it's not gentle enough, please don't blame me......" Cang Wunian almost squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth.

Her eyelashes, which were closed due to shyness and fear, trembled slightly like her body, but she still shook her head stubbornly and made a little mosquito-like sound: "It's okay......"

Under the woman's order, the bow on the string accumulated thickly, and when she first entered, she was like a dragon swimming in a shoal, trapped in the mire, and it was difficult to walk. The woman frowned and pursed her lips, her face showed a sad look, and she knew that it was in pain, so she pressed her guard and did not move, kissed her with her lips, and patted it.

In a few moments, the wind and clouds changed color slightly, like rootless water coming up from the sky and falling in the mud and dry land. The dragon was vibrating, and it was rare for the shallows to move with less understanding, so he shook his head and shook his tail, and slowly pushed it.

At the beginning, the Lingtai was clear and clear, and when it gradually entered the better state, I didn't know where I was, but I felt that everywhere I went was a sea of clouds, and I let it rise and fall. Looking down at it, the dragon is like a fish in water, and it is very arbitrary to see it.

Looking at the painting again, at the beginning, the eyebrows were frowning and uncomfortable, and the slender arms were against the chest, as if pushing and blocking. Waiting for the dragon to wander in the sweet spring, at first glance, the painting is difficult to hold itself, the arm climbs on the neck, as if invited. The pink face is fragrant, the fragrant sweat is full of forehead, and the red lips tremble slightly, like Zhang Shixi when he is stranded swimming fish, babbling softly, endlessly.

Hum sneer, carved bed moves, the golden boy and jade girl know the depth, the residual lamp between the fireflies, the beads are combined, the woman is like a peony, the dew is blooming, and the delicate face is captivating.

There is no day and night in the depths of the sea prison, and the painting only feels that he has turned into a flat boat, floating in the vast sea, and he does not know when he will return. Only the water in the pool, flooding, let the dragon swim, bring the flat boat into the clouds, into the fairyland, again and again, I don't know when to rest.