A twenty-year-old boy and a girl about the same age have successfully transformed into men and women in this small red house, full of tenderness and eroticism. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the first hurried and somewhat painful attempt succeeded, when Wang Yurou, the outer son of "Blue Cosmos", truly tasted the happiness of being a woman for the first time, the last bit of shyness in her heart and the last bit of purity and conscience as a girl were completely abandoned.

Falling red, it is not only virginity that is broken, but also temperament.

After a moment of madness, both of them gasped and collapsed on the cot, they entangled with each other, and they witnessed the most sincere calmness to each other. They even counted the hairs of their intimate parts with each other, comparing them to their lengths.

Zhao Yuheng felt a little cold, and the vitality in his body seemed to be changing, from a rigid metallic Gangfeng to a feminine poisonous Gangfeng. Zhao Yuheng didn't feel anything surprised by this. He broke away from the teaching of the master of divine skills a few years ago, and began to explore the cultivation method of divine skills alone, and also collected a lot of divine skills from home, the poisonous attribute of "Ten Thousand Tide Rose Break" is a very good divine skill, he has always wanted to practice, but the metallic wind on his body has been hindering him, until today, he really understood what is the softness of flowers, the moment when flowers are charming, he really began to practice this real flower protection magic skill.

He wrapped the quilt tightly, and at the same time hugged the beauty in his arms, at this time, in his eyes, Sister Wang was really different from other sisters and sisters.

Wang Yurou saw that he was different, and even wanted to swear a poisonous oath to serve him well in the future and become his virtuous helper. The two of them didn't know why they both felt chills all over their bodies, so they could only hug each other tightly.

There was a strange silence in the room, and there was no sound between the flickering red candles.

Zhao Yuheng was still immersed in the unimaginable sweetness and madness just now, and did not come back to his senses, but Wang Yurou, who was careful and quite profound, quickly felt that something was wrong.

It was getting colder and colder in the hut, and it was eerily quiet. She suddenly realized that she and Zhao Yuheng had never heard the sound of the sea tide close at hand again!

"Yuheng?" Wang Yurou called out the lover's name cordially and naturally. "What's wrong?" Zhao Yuheng forced himself not to reminisce about the sweet madness just now, the endless warm fragrance, and asked with a strong spirit.

"Listen, it seems...... We can't hear the sound of the tide anymore?" Wang Yurou's voice trembled a little, it is not a trivial matter not to hear the sound of the tide, according to the location of the house, the sound of the tide is simply the background sound that will always exist.

"Hey?" Zhao Yuheng didn't react in the first second, and it took a full second to react. "It doesn't seem good!" he quickly lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, stepping barefoot on the cold ground, only to let out a loud sneeze before doing anything.

"Slow down! Put on your clothes first! It's a cold here, it's terrible!" Wang Yurou exclaimed in panic, although the civilization of the gods and spirits prevailed in the world, but in this era, a cold still has a considerable proportion of fatal probabilities, even if it is a child of a rich family, the symptoms of a cold may directly kill him, and the eldest son of Zhao Lenghai, the king of the East, died of complications of a cold.

Zhao Yuheng also knew that this was not a joke, his current wind had also become cold, not as somewhat righteous as before, and he might not be able to resist external evils such as colds, so he had to honestly put on his clothes, put on socks and cloth shoes, and then walked to the door.

He settled down and carried out the divine skill that was already quite powerful for the world. "Ten Thousand Tides of Roses Breaking" is not very proficient yet, and he actually breathed three or five breaths at the small door before gently reaching out to push the small wooden door.

Motionless.

He increased his strength, but it still didn't work. It was like the door was on the wall.

He puffed up the wind, and translucent petals emerged from the air around his body, and he summoned all his strength to punch the door.

He screamed and took several steps back, the punch that had just done nothing but hurt his fingers.

There was a sound behind him, and Wang Yurou put on her dress, shoes, and walked over. She inhaled deeply, and Pei Yuan's Great Perfection power turned into an obvious pale white storm, converging in the palm of her hand, and she pushed it out with a fierce palm, only to have an identical pale white storm suddenly erupt on the door, canceling out her Gang Wind, and even shaking her back several steps.

"Locked?" Zhao Yuheng only now realized the seriousness of the problem, he and Wang Yurou had a private tryst, and the time outside really couldn't be too long, otherwise even the aunt with high skills would notice that something was wrong, and suspect Wang Yurou, in this era, the private meeting of men and women is not an ugly disaster in the general sense for the official eunuchs.

Wang Yurou's face became pale, adding a weak style. Although Zhao Yuheng was also worried in his heart, as a natural flower messenger, his first thought was not to solve the problem, but to comfort the good sister beside him.

"It's okay......" As soon as he said three words, he felt that his eyes were dark.

The red candle actually burned to the end at this juncture.

And in the darkness, not only from the beams of the cottage, but also from the door frame, under the bed, under the candlestick, and in the corner of the wall, countless thin black ropes slowly poked out, and these ropes, like poisonous snakes, were actually driven by some indescribable unknown force, and moved freely, like a group of hunting snakes, and they were entangled in the cold.

The temperature in the hut rises sharply, and the humidity slowly increases.

......

The glare stung Silver Dust's eyes, the field of vision and spiritual power was pure white, time and space were distorting, the world was changing, Silver Dust even thought for a moment that he would return to his hometown, but when the glare disappeared and his eyes adjusted to the ambient light, he realized that he might have returned to Xuanluo Island in the East China Sea.

At this time, he appeared under a simple and dilapidated archway, on one side of the archway was lush and lush forests and bamboos, and on the other side was the tent of all the lodging, although it was separated by a broken archway, but Yinchen knew that he could not reach the tent without using some extreme means.

He recognized those tents, gorgeous black tents, wasn't that the campsite in front of the secret realm?

"In other words, I'm in the secret realm now, and the secret realm has begun?" Yinchen looked around blankly, and sure enough, the cloud of mist he saw when he first came here had already dissipated without a trace, and the secret realm, that is, inside the archway, was a strange forest, there was no road here, but the distance between the trees was quite consistent, and all kinds of tall trees seemed to be artificially cultivated in a few standard rows of straight lines. Silver Dust shook his head, such a strange forest without a road felt less like a secret realm, more like a ......

A specially carved out Shura field to trap foreign enemies and let them kill each other, or survival maps!

"Sure enough, it's a copy of hell difficulty, and it's jungle pk when it comes up, and it's really straightforward. Silver Dust smiled indifferently and headed deeper into the forest. He didn't bless himself with any magic shields.

As he walked, he cocked up the hood of his silver robe, hiding his silver hair, and as he walked through the woods, his long hair would always hang on to unexpected things, such as the pull tab of the trap.

Of course, this can also hide his identity a little, the silver robe is not a maverick outfit on the Wind Source Continent, and what really makes the silver dust stand out from the background of everyone else, and it is his full head of silver hair that can be seen at a glance.

It wasn't an old man's silver-white hair, it was a head of silver-white wire, and the texture of the silver dust hair was very good, and the reflection was also very large.

Silver Dust had barely taken a few steps into the forest when he felt someone staring at him.

He glanced at the place where he sensed, and saw only a thick black trunk and a pile of weeds like dog hair.

A large shadow covered Silver Dust, but it couldn't put him into the shadow lurking state, and he was now being targeted.

Yinchen continued to walk indifferently, his current strength was only a few levels stronger than before he came here, coupled with the reliance of the immovable hegemon, he almost felt an invincible full confidence, and he was confident that even if Feng Lieshan came to sneak attack, he would not be mistaken.

However, it was obvious that Feng Lieshan didn't have time to care about Yinchen's affairs now. At this time, Yinchen was just facing some small people who were hiding their heads and tails.

Silver Dust pretended to be unconscious, and at the moment when his spirit was at its most relaxed, a slight bowstring sound sounded from the pile of dog-hair-like weeds he had just paid attention to. Yinchen only heard the sound of a bowstring, but suddenly felt six or seven sharp arrows flying towards him.

"Layer crossbow?" Silver Dust only had time to scream, he didn't even have time to prepare any magic shield, he was shot by three arrows almost at the same time, one hit the throat, one hit the central mouth, and one hit the sea of qi, and the remaining three arrows flew out grazing his body, and even one arrow almost hit his temple.

Above the arrow, a cold and dark power came through the skin, it was the Yuan-Breaking Arrow that Silver Dust was most familiar with and the least willing to face. Except for the gods and cotton, only the arrow defense field can withstand such a surprise attack, but obviously, the "careless" Silver Dust did not prepare such a defense in advance.

It stands to reason that an unsuspecting person who is attacked by such a surprise should be hated on the spot and set up as a sieve, but the moment the kinetic energy of the sharp arrow reaches the skin of Silver Dust, a dark black light suddenly flickers on the surface of his skin, and the penetrating power of the sharp arrow instantly turns into an equal amount of thrust, pushing Silver Dust back fiercely.

It was an irresistible thrust without the slightest stiffness or destructive force.

Silver Dust only felt that he had been pushed hard, and he involuntarily fell backwards, and he was hit by the force attached to the three arrows and flew up, and slammed into the big tree behind him in extreme embarrassment.

The unknown temperate coastal tree was broken by a huge force and made a loud cracking sound. Silver Dust's body flew directly over the broken trunk of the tree, slammed into another large tree, and then tumbled and fell, lying miserably in the grass.

The tree he had broken had fallen with a thud and slanted over the canopy of the other trees, looking like a huge, ugly tripod. Silver Dust lay sideways in the grass, motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Footsteps rang out from three or four different directions, and a strong man in black chain mail rushed up first, followed by other accomplices in the same attire.

"The people of the Demon Realm Gate, haven't the Demon Realm Gate been destroyed yet?" Yin Chen fell to the ground, thinking motionlessly, the horror of the Immovable Overlord had only now made him deeply comprehend. Even a big killer weapon like the Broken Yuan Arrow, which specializes in dealing with body protection qi and even defensive magic, can easily defend against it, leaving him unscathed, and its defensive performance can be called against the sky.

Silver Dust lay unharmed in the grass, quietly watching the excited Demon Realm Sect disciples rushing towards him, quietly stretching out an arm under the cover of the weeds, his movements were silent, and the Demon Realm Sect disciples who rushed over with a bang formed a sharp contrast. He waited quietly for the Demon Realm Sect disciple to rush into his five zhang body, quietly waiting for the man to discover his pitiful cultivation of "entering the body", quietly waiting for the man and his accomplice to open a suitable distance.

The sevenfold Gangfeng that entered the body radiated from the person's body, forming a light red translucent air cover, and the Gangfeng rolled with a rigid and violent aura like metal elements, and even the air around them became extremely hard, like transparent armor, it was obvious that the disciples of the Demon Realm Gate paid great attention to the cultivation of weapons such as spears and halberds, and also paid great attention to the training of strength, so that they could still walk like flying when they were wearing heavy armor. The disciple was carrying a spear behind him, as if he had a shield, and the armor and weapons on his body combined weighed almost half a silver dust.

"Non-attribute Gangfeng, weak resistance to high temperature and low temperature, but extremely resistant to mechanical thrust of the same nature, such an opponent is invincible, using high or low temperature is easy to break the defense. Silver Dust's mind automatically appeared with such information, which was very different from the results he had previously analyzed according to the basic element theory, and seemed to be biased towards Chi You's understanding of the mutual existence and restraint of the elements, Silver Dust was startled, and the person suddenly rushed out of a zhang away, and there was only four zhang away from Silver Dust.

"Not dead!," said the man in a very gruff voice, and at the same time he withdrew the spear behind him with his backhand, his movements so smooth that he must have been trained to draw his weapon on the run.

A blue light lit up in Silver Dust's hand, and then an ice spear shot out like lightning, stabbing straight at the man's throat.

Normal magic, ice spearing.