"Well done. Madrigal praised solemnly. He asked himself, even if he did it himself, I am afraid that he would lose sight of one or the other in the boring and cumbersome government affairs. And Concubine Xiao, who is accustomed to loneliness, has long been invincible in her heart, so Concubine Xiao's administrative power really makes Muge happy and convinced.

"You can't just talk about it. Concubine Xiao climbed onto the madrigal, her snow-white lotus arms hooked around his neck, and the red silk slid down, exposing her shoulders.

Pastoral was embarrassed, afraid of losing her manners, and scolded her in a low voice, hoping that she would be self-respecting. Concubine Xiao then pressed the fire of love and sat upright in her clothes. Pastoral Ge was about to reward her, but he heard Concubine Xiao say in his ear: "Does Shenjun know, Jiuge is getting stronger, and the moment the concubine throws herself into her arms, she can make Shenjun's head fall to the ground." ”

This sound is not low, but it is condensed into sound waves, and it is only sent into the ear pinna of the madrigal, and the use of power is quite mature. Pastoral stared at Concubine Xiao in astonishment, and found that her face like a peach blossom not only did not see aging, but became more and more moving, as if she was immortal.

He realized that Concubine Xiao was no longer what she used to be. Concubine Xiao once adored him, longed to please him, and was dominated by his power. Now, she worships love rather than adoration, she longs for possession rather than pleasing, and her power has broken free from the madrigal's grasp.

"What do you mean?" asked Madrigal as he stared at Concubine Xiao, his muscles tense all over his body, not daring to ignore any movement of Concubine Xiao.

But she didn't look at the pastoral song, but leaned next to the divine seat in a charming manner, and sent grapes to her red lips: "The concubine hurts the god monarch physically and mentally." After possessing the power of killing gods, the concubine realized the pity of the god monarch - the god monarch was just like the concubine back then, just an ordinary person full of troubles. The concubine body just said so many nice things, but the god monarch showed the concubine's familiar expression, presumably she was injured. ”

"What's my expression?"

"I'm about to be crushed by fate, but I try my best to encourage my expression. Concubine Xiao turned her head to look at the pastoral song, and as she spoke, she closed her eyes and recalled, as if she was humming a mournful love song: "People who have the desire to possess their beloved things in their hearts, but are teased by reality to the point of exhaustion, often show this kind of injured expression." The concubine's body used to be scarred, and seeing the same with Shenjun today, you must also be a weak person, it's really pitiful. ”

Madrigal's heart rose with rage. He was indeed a weakling man in the pantheon. Madrigal gets Lai Zi only to learn that Lai Zi desires to worship him but is unable to do so, Madrigal gives all his strength only to find that his savings are worthless in front of the bills, Madrigal gets the approval of the god of war, but feels exhausted with a heart to win—strong enemies are coming one after another, and every scenery on his path to strength reminds him of his weakness, and this exhaustion is a wound that is always fresh.

But this kind of pain was lightly exposed by Concubine Xiao, because Concubine Xiao has experienced all this. His nameless fire burst forth.

Madrigal stared at Concubine Xiao's side face. Concubine Xiao was extremely beautiful, but her calm expression made him have an irritable desire for revenge, and he couldn't wait to see Concubine Xiao's weak and begging for mercy. The lust suddenly burned.

He even suspected that Concubine Xiao had said these words to provoke him in order to stimulate his desire for conquest. If that's the case, then the girl is getting more and more interesting.

Pastoral Song didn't say a word and walked towards Xiaoshui Palace. This is Concubine Xiao's dormitory, wide and beautiful, the warm red tent flutters on top of each other, and Xiao lives here alone.

The golden chair behind her made a soft sound, and Concubine Xiao got up without saying a word, and obediently and silently followed.

Madrigal walked through the curtain of Xiaoshui Palace, and the light red veil caressed his cheeks in the breeze. After a while, he stopped in front of the wide fox skin couch, and then he cleared his thoughts, and whispered to the empty bed: "Do you know why I chose you to be the patriarch? Because you asked me a profound question, and you said that it doesn't matter if Yanxia doesn't have a god, right?" At that moment, I knew, Xiao, you are the smartest among the priestesses, and if you can draw inferences, you will definitely be able to lead Yanxia to the light. But you are like Jiuge, without a stalk and without a sheath, and the master will bleed when you hold it. Yes, now you can kill me at any time, but even if I have blood, I will hold you and not let go, why? Because you only talk about love and hate, and I want to teach you right and wrong. ”

Concubine Xiao did not answer, she silently passed by the madrigal, stretched her body, climbed onto the fiery red and soft fox fur couch, and crawled to the pillow by herself, the outline of her flesh wanted to cover in the fluttering red silk.

Pastoral felt that he was deliberately being looked down upon. Is Concubine Xiao going to the house to uncover the tiles now, how contemptuous she is of Pastoral Song, as if she can make Pastoral Ge succumb by stretching her charming lazy waist.

Because he was afraid that he would not be able to beat He Youde, Muge came to Tianchuan Star for special training, and as a result, he ran into a woman who not only couldn't beat, but even couldn't beat. Pastoral lamented that his fate was full of bad fortune and good things.

Xiao continued to perform. She bit her index finger, and the red shirt lifted by the wind danced on her body like translucent flames.

Madrigal found that Xiao just didn't look at herself, and she deliberately glanced at the starlight outside the stone pillar. It's a Cold War contest that swells with burning desires.

"I admit your reasoning. I am a weakling. At the mention of heart disease, Pastoral Song felt a faint pain, but he constantly encouraged himself and ordered himself to believe in diligence: "But I tell you, there is no natural strong in the world, only the weak who are strong." Even if you are exhausted, you have to continue to work hard, and this is how the weak become stronger step by step. ”

In the fluttering red tent, a snow-white hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed the collar of the "Divine Monarch", and dragged him into the red tent.

Pastoral felt Concubine Xiao's body temperature and weight in an all-round way, and he was suppressed.

Concubine Xiao finally felt that she was equal to the madrigal. Back then, even if she was hurt by Madrigal, she was willing to sacrifice for him, and now, even if she was killed, Madrigal is willing to stay by her side. This sense of security is an irresistible temptation, Concubine Xiao turned from ice to fire, so the cold war ended abruptly, and the beauty continued to ask for excess.

"It turns out that the Divine Monarch has always relied on this belief to heal himself?" The warm breath was suddenly intoxicating, and the words "nephrite warm fragrance" broke into the madrigal's mind, "Poor Divine Monarch, how similar we are, just like a flower finding its reflection in the water, we will never be alone again." I go crazy with joy at the thought of healing the Divine Monarch forever, and I go crazy with loneliness when I dream that the Divine Monarch no longer exists in this starry sky...... I will always love the gods, and I will heal your wounds, even if the heavens and the earth become dust without temperature. ”

She said gentle words, pecked frantically along the base of his ear, and then bared her sharp little tiger teeth and bit away from Madrigal's neck with a sweet snort.

The handleless sword "Nine Songs" was guarded in the red tent, like a strange ritual, and Concubine Xiao did not hesitate to send a scroll of karma into Madrigal's body to heal the scars of his flesh, and numb the part of the cells that made Madrigade feel tired and hurt.

The hammock woven of morality and troubles suddenly broke a hole, and the madrigal fell straight down from the hole, and did a free-fall exercise with joy, eliminating any worries, sweeping away all worries, and looking down on all the past, leaving only the desire to conquer burning in his veins. At this time, even if the madrigal's body turned into an egg, he would not hesitate to try to smash the rock.

This feeling of abundant strength made Mu Ge turn over and hold down Concubine Xiao and tear her clothes. Concubine Xiao greedily rubbed the blood from the corner of her lips into her mouth with her index finger and sucked it, swallowing hard, and the cool blue silk seemed to wash her lungs along her throat. Her squinting eyes were as hazy as mist, and she shouted intermittently in a blur, "Close to the Divine Monarch...... to feel like a real life...... Shenjun, a little more, give me a little more of a feeling of being alive......"

They beg each other to become stronger, the other to become more beautiful, like two snakes that are entangled with you and me, enjoying an addictive sense of security as if there is no tomorrow.