The stars shattered, the silver burst apart, and they were soaked. Ah Qing fell to the ground, panting hard, and all his internal organs were under pressure after suffocation. The long figure stood alone in front of her, his face as cold as an ice sculpture. The soaked white clothes attached to his body, and his skin was even more faint like the luster of the cold moon. The hair that had been tied up was scattered like ink and flowed down on the shoulders. It seems that he wants to return with the wind.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year?

His face sank, and with a wave of the silver sword, Ah Qing's clothes shattered almost instantly, scattering debris in all directions.

Ah Qing raised his head in surprise, looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, helpless, what did he want to do?

The river wind struck, the clouds opened and broke the moon, the scattered moonlight splashed like flowing water, and the flickering fireflies appeared from somewhere, and I don't know what year it was, floating small and faintly on the beautiful carcass of the woman in the moonlight. The broken waves jumped, and the shadows of the trees were numerous. The heart is swaying.

Is this a woman's body?

It turns out that it can be so beautiful......

The curves of the woman in the moonlight are unobstructed, like the river of nine curves, like the water of the heavenly river. It's amazing, it's natural.

A woman's body, is it like this?

How beautiful can it be?

His gaze swept over her body like water, from top to bottom, from the inside out, clear and clear without any encroachment. It was as if he were just looking at a green grape hanging down from the vines in the mountains; It was as if she had stripped naked and washed in the spring water in the mountains. She is holy, and so is He. When the two holy men came to the moonlight, he looked at her body as if it was natural.

For a while, Jiang Yue was a little fascinated.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Ah Qing spoke angrily.

"Where does this mark come from?"

He looked into her eyes, cold and cold, as if there was not the slightest hint of encroachment.

Ah Qing looked at the plum blossom blood mark on his right arm, frowned, and said, "Isn't this the curse you put on me that day?" Originally, Ah Qing didn't know that the wound on his right shoulder that was cut by his sword would actually have such a strange mark after being recuperated by Hua Ye. Like a spell, it's like a bloody plum blossom.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Yue turned around indifferently, waved her hand from the sky to a snow-white shirt, the spell was lifted, and said coldly: "Put it on." ”

Ah Qing stood up tremblingly, grabbed his shirt, hugged himself with both hands, every pore was permeated with a cold chill, turned his back, and put it on.

At this moment, like the guidance of fate in the dark, the tide was rising, and Jiang Yue instinctively turned around. Is there such a soft thing in this world? The white garment slid over her skin and gently hugged her body. Below that is one of the most beautiful curves in nature. Like the breeze touching the leaves, like a dragonfly touching the surface of the lake.

The essence of human contact should be the same.

The eye is the love seedling, and the heart is the desire to plant.

Before I rested, the voice of the people had arrived.

Jiang Yue instinctively took off the coat on her body and draped it on Ah Qing's shoulders. Although she was dressed at this moment, the white clothes were still too thin. He took her hand, and while she got up, he smoothly threw her reflexively into his arms, pressed her head, and said softly, "Don't move." Although the voice was merciless, it sounded as gentle as the river.

"Childe?" The person who came was the mother on the flower boat, leading a few strong men who were rough on weekdays.

"It's out of the way." I could only hear a sound coming from behind Ah Qing, at this moment Jiang Yue turned her back to everyone, and she should be able to see the person's face clearly, "My brother and this little lady quarreled a few words, and then he lost his temper and fell into the water, and the two of them were afraid." The voice of the visitor was low, not slow or hurried.

"It's really shocking to the two masters! My own girl is also a little more sexy, and I will punish her well when I go back! ”

"No need, my brother and the little lady are very close to each other, and these silver tickets should be redeemed for her." Not humble or arrogant, elegant and calm.

"This ......" my mother was embarrassed, it stands to reason that the Oiran who has just hit the list will have to use her to make a few sums of money, if she is popular for a long time, then the amount of silver she earns is countless. But the man who spoke right now was the buyer of Xue Ji's ten thousand taels of gold, dressed in a dark robe, with an extraordinary momentum, especially the purple jade crown tied to his head, which was black all over his body and had a superb texture. In addition, there is a fiery red agate with excellent color hanging from the waist. It doesn't seem to be a small one.

After several trade-offs, my mother smiled and took it, hoping that there would be no more branches.

"Mom will go for now, and my brother and I will come later." Be generous and measured.

"Okay, okay, son, you have fun, the old body is going back!" The voices faded and silence returned. Jiang Yue's hand on his head quietly let go, and his figure had been quietly withdrawn.

"Is that her?" A deep voice came from behind, as if with the deadly temptation of a red poppy, and Ah Qing turned around to see the man clearly.

The night was hazy, and some details on his face could not be seen clearly, but he was surprised to find that the man's facial features were as handsome as a knife, and his face was as deep as a masterpiece of the gods. The forbidden lips are like licking blood on the tip of a knife. The eyes that glowed in the dark night were like obsidian.

Jiang Yue had quietly retreated behind her, and she watched the people walking towards her step by step, the moonlight pouring down from the back onto his luxurious clothes, making the silver patterns give birth to an inviolable light. Get close to him, dangerous and dangerous.

He stretched out his fingers and pinched her face, the man's tall figure almost obscured the moon, and the night was like a secret, like a whisper. She saw a silent dormant light in his eyes. She felt as if she could only look up to him and obey him. It is the majesty of the whole person's strength.