After Wu Qizhe finished reading it, he returned the Cihang Sword Book to Fan Qinghui, although the Cihang Sword Book is also a peerless science, but it will not improve much on his current martial arts, so it is the same whether he learns it or not.

He did not immediately let Fan Qinghui and Concubine Xuan leave, but arranged for the two of them to live in the military camp.

Although Fan Qinghui was a little uneasy in her heart, she didn't refute it, she was afraid that Wu Qizhe would see something wrong.

On this night, Wu Qizhe quietly came to Fan Qinghui's big tent.

As soon as Wu Qizhe entered the tent, he was discovered by Fan Qinghui.

"I don't know what happened when the emperor visited late at night." Fan Qinghui's jade face is still ancient and waveless.

Wu Qizhe was looking at Fan Qinghui at this time, but he felt that the woman in front of him was dressed in white and Shengxue, with a soft and elegant Luo skirt, a close-fitting body, a beautiful and moving figure, and infinite reverie.

But seeing a hosta on her cloud-like sideburns, delicate face, picturesque eyebrows, crystal white skin, exuding the charm of a mature woman, elegant but with a little delicate movements, it is even more fascinating.

"I'm very curious, what is the purpose of borrowing the sword book from me, Master?" Wu Qizhe looked at Fan Qinghui's charming figure.

Fan Qinghui sighed: "Why is it that the poor nuns have good intentions, but they are always misunderstood. ”

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to say that?" Wu Qizhe looked at Fan Qinghui coldly.

"Even if there is any purpose, isn't the poor nun in vain, the emperor's martial arts realm is much higher than that of Brother Ning Dao, isn't his state of mind completely unaffected?" A faint smile appeared on the corner of Fan Qinghui's mouth.

"So, you really have bad intentions." Wu Qizhe looked at Fan Qinghui with a smile.

"Since the emperor has to think so, the poor nuns have nothing to say, but now that the opportunity for the unification of the world is imminent, how can the poor nuns do such a thing that harms the lives and well-being of the Li people." Fan Qinghui sighed, looking worried about the country and the people.

Wu Qizhe took a few steps forward and looked at Fan Qinghui with a pair of beautiful and bright eyes, and there was no dodging and nervousness in the eyes of the other party's phoenix eyes.

He sneered in his heart, and he had to secretly praise Fan Qinghui for her really good acting skills, which was indeed far from her coming to Concubine Xuan.

Wu Qizhe stepped forward and grabbed Fan Qinghui's wrist, and his palm was slightly forced.

Fan Qinghui Dai's eyebrows frowned slightly, and a touch of surprise appeared on her pretty face, could it be that this faint monarch actually wanted to do something to himself in the big tent of the Chinese army, his face was solemn, and he looked inviolable, and shouted lightly: "Please respect yourself, the poor nun is a monk, if the emperor does anything excessive, then the poor nun can only die to prove his innocence." ”

"Lord Fanzhai laughed, how can I be willing to force you to death." Wu Qizhe immediately let go of Fan Qinghui's wrist, but I have to say that the skin on the other party's wrist is really delicate and smooth, as delicate as a newborn baby.

Wu Qizhe just held Fan Qinghui's wrist, naturally he was not simply taking advantage, but had injected a trace of Heavenly Demon True Qi into the other party's body without Fan Qinghui noticing, and there would be a good show to watch later.

He sat down opposite Fan Qinghui and looked at each other for a long time.

Fan Qinghui looked at Wu Qizhe and didn't leave, just sat opposite, suddenly puzzled, and said casually: "If the emperor is fine, please leave, poor nuns still have to meditate, and they are not used to being watched." ”

Wu Qizhe said with a smile: "It seems that the meditation skills of the lord are not enough, I heard that if it is a monk who has attained the Tao, even if he is in the downtown area, he can meditate for three days and three nights without being affected by the surrounding environment, and now I alone can affect the meditation heart of the master, it seems that the Buddhist cultivation of the master is not at home." ”

Fan Qinghui was unmoved, closed her eyes, and calmed down, she didn't believe that Wu Qizhe would stay here for a night, if she really dared to do anything, she just shouted loudly, so that the entire military camp knew what a ridiculous person the monarch they were loyal to was.

It's just that Fan Qinghui's idea is a little taken for granted, the soldiers in the military camp are all hardcore supporters of Wu Qizhe as a god, how can they oppose their king because of a mere Cihang Jingzhai Lord.

Maybe after they learned that Wu Qizhe had treated Fan Qinghui like this, they would clap their hands and applaud, so that the high-flying Cihang Jingzhai Lord would fall to the mortal dust, and it would be a pleasant thing to think about.

Fan Qinghui's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pretty face was even more rosy, and even her snort was aggravated.

Even the body has a bit of a strange feeling that I have never felt before.

A pair of apricot eyes opened suddenly, only to find that Wu Qizhe was sitting calmly opposite, and even his eyes were closed.

Fan Qinghui really couldn't figure out how he could have such a strange reaction in his body, closed his beautiful eyes, and silently used the sword canon heart method, intending to forcibly suppress the thoughts in his heart.

But things were completely unexpected by her, no matter how she operated the Sword Dictionary Heart Method, it seemed that she couldn't suppress the strangeness in her heart, but it was becoming more and more intense.

I saw a seductive halo on her face, which extended to her neck, and even her body began to heat up, and her lazy limbs began to weaken, as if there were 10,000 ants crawling on her body.

When Fan Qinghui opened his eyes again, he looked at Wu Qizhe opposite, and his eyes were no longer disgusted, but a kind of longing.

Wu Qizhe felt Fan Qinghui's gaze, and opened his eyes at the same time.

At this time, Fan Qinghui did not have the usual holiness and coldness, but had a little more seductive attitude to charm sentient beings.

Wu Qizhe knew that the Heavenly Demon True Qi had begun to produce effects, and took the initiative to approach Fan Qinghui.

Fan Qinghui's eyes were charming, and he took the initiative to hug Wu Qizhe and send his charming fragrance.

For a while, Wu Qizhe could be regarded as enjoying the taste of Fan Qinghui, the leader of the Xuanmen, but soon felt a trace of saltiness in his mouth, the taste of blood.

Fan Qinghui pushed Wu Qizhe away, only to see that her face was flushed, then turned white, and then turned red, the times became more and more frequent, and her appearance was weird.

She was very confident in the poison she had inflicted, and firmly believed that Wu Qizhe would die in a few days, and she realized that her merits were complete. In this situation, in order to avoid humiliation, she chose to kill herself for the first time, she didn't really put life and death out of the way, but there was no other way, she was afraid that she was delaying, and she really couldn't stand the temptation of the demons, and she was broken by the faint gentleman in front of her innocence.

And her originally moving face began to slowly age, and her body gradually began to dry up and thin, like an old woman of seventy or eighty years old, she opened her eyes with difficulty, and the strange color on her jade face suddenly disappeared, and then glowed with holy brilliance, revealing a very humane smile, weak but indifferent: "Dusk Jun, the poor nun is waiting for you on the Huangquan Road." ”

"If you want to die, you don't want to." Wu Qizhe's wood elemental power began to flow into Fan Qinghui's body in a steady stream, repairing the vitality that should have been extinct.

Death has not come, but Fan Qinghui has noticed the changes in her body.

Lowering her head, her small mouth immediately opened wide in disbelief.

Her figure went from shriveled to full again, and it seemed to be a little more moving than before, and the pair of jade hands visible to the naked eye were even more perfect than before. Subconsciously pinch your face, your skin is more tender and sexual, and every inch seems to be full of vitality.

Wu Qizhe pressed Fan Qinghui onto the couch at this time.

I have to admit that this leader of the Xuanmen Sect is also a master who charms all beings, no matter his appearance and figure, or his ice skin and jade skin, he does not lose Zhu Yuyan at all.

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