In the night, the carriage was running at a high speed.

Fan Moya in the car saw that his face was wrong, so he quickly held his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Qing tried to raise his hand again, but his hands didn't move, and his feet were also dripping with cold sweat, and he said with a pale face: "I really can't move."

Fan Moya put his hand on his vein, carefully examined it, and with an unpredictable expression on his face, Han Qing asked anxiously: "How is it?"

"Stick out your tongue."

Han Qing stuck out his tongue in response.

Fan Moya opened his eyelids again, his face became more and more incomprehensible, and Han Qing was about to die of being made by him.

Fan Moya pulled his belt again without saying a word, Han Qing hurriedly stopped him, raised his voice and said angrily, "What are you doing?!"

"Check." Fan Moya said with a very serious face.

Han Qing's tough face was much weaker, and he said suspiciously: "Then don't touch the place where you shouldn't touch the ground."

Before the words fell, Fan Moya moved neatly and tore off Han Qing's shell, staring at the white body inside.

Han Qing endured his hot gaze and asked, "Do you have eyebrows?"

Fan Moya stretched out his hand to touch his object, Han Qing immediately exploded, and scolded angrily: "Fan Moya, what are you doing!"

"Check your body." Fan Moya's fingers tortured him with tricks, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes said very seriously.

Han Qing was furious, but helpless, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he met this demon for the first time on the eve of the wedding night.

At that time, he was going to be baptized before he got married, and he didn't take it to heart.

The first time he saw Fan Moya, he was dressed in a luxurious black cannon, tailoring a handsome figure, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely dignified and holy, and his facial features seemed to be carefully carved, with the taste of asceticism and mystery.

The first words spoken by this man were pure Chinese, and his clean and deep voice had a sultry magnetism, which made people's ears itch.

"You're so beautiful." The man saluted, staring at him with silver eyes and exclaiming from the bottom of his heart.

At that time, Han Qing's face had not been scratched by Murong Bai, and when he heard his words, his face immediately stinked, this sentence was exactly what he hated the most, and there was no one.

Han Qing knew that this man's status in Beihan was respected and he had a lot of right to speak, so he didn't care about his faux pas, but his good mood was affected.

Under the service of the palace maid, Han Qing took off his clothes and began to be baptized. Because no outsiders are allowed to be present at baptism, even one's own biological parents.

Therefore, all the palace ladies faded, and only the two of them were left in the room.

Han Qing felt that his gaze on him was becoming more and more presumptuous, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Ah, a beautiful masterpiece of nature." Fan Moya looked at the perfect carcass and praised from the bottom of his heart.

Han Qing couldn't understand his words, he couldn't stand his ink in the face, he couldn't bear his impatience, and said respectfully: "Lord Wuxiang, can you start the baptism?"

"Beautiful colt, I'll start right away, the first step is to decontaminate." Fan Mo Yaci smiled, picked up the pure water, held the slender white feather in his hand, chanted the mysterious language, and sprinkled it reverently on the top of his head.

Then, from the top of his head all the way down, Han Qing didn't have anything wrong with it, and accepted it patiently.

Gradually, however, he realized that something was wrong, and the man began to behave with blasphemy.

His feathers were stained with water, scratching against his little grapes, and the tone of his chanting began to become eerie, and the feathers in his hands carried the water, and repeatedly scratched the forbidden area of his lower body.

However, the face of the witch is extremely sacred*, and there is no lust, Han Qing thought that he should be too sensitive, so he could only scold secretly, this baptism is too perverted.

Gradually, this baptism became more and more strange.

Fan Moya said to him, "The second step of baptism is to purify one's body and remove the filth of the world."

Han Qing expressed his understanding and asked him to continue to act, who knows, this pure body, the first part is actually to leak pure yang.

Han Qing's heart was broken, facing a man who leaked pure yang, and called Beihan's religion too heavy. But in that sacred* atmosphere at that time, he felt normal.

Han Qing was not easy to refuse, although his heart was twisted, he did it in front of the witch minister, and Fan Moya's eyes staring at him became hotter and hotter.

Han Qing felt that he had nowhere to hide, and he was about to be swallowed by his gaze.

He finally let out the sun, and the man held the pure water in his hand and baptized him with his own hands in the forbidden area, telling him that he needed to endure sin, otherwise he would fall short.

Han Qing watched Wu Xiang's hands clean, squatted down to hold his things, and reverently baptized and chanted. The facial muscles twitch irrepressibly and awkwardly, struggling to endure physiological stimulation.

Thinking that every royal child came over like this, even the emperor was no exception, and his heart was a little more balanced.

Han Qing's belongings were carefully cleaned in Wu Xiang's hands, and under the touch of his cold fingers, they were shamefully guilty.

Fan Moya's silver eyes glanced at him meaningfully, as if he was blaming him for having sins in the world.

Han Qing felt that he had committed a great sin at that time, and his face was extremely ashamed.

Fan Moya could only take remedies, personally surrender Han Qing's sins and restore him to cleanliness.

Han Qing was grateful in his heart, feeling that his lack of concentration had caused chaos, and in retrospect, he secretly scolded himself for believing in his evil.

After Fan Moya finished sorting out the front, he said to him again: "The hole in the back body is a place where the world hides filth and filth, and it also needs to be baptized, and it needs to endure the pain of going out to be filthy."

Han Qing was very strange and ashamed in his heart, and he couldn't resist this strange religious rule, glad that he only needed to take a wife before he wanted this cumbersome baptism.

Han Qing himself cleaned his diaphragm first, and Wu Xiang also cleaned his hands first, and then took out a box of plasters, saying that it was a clean holy relic.

Then he cleaned him with his own hands and recited the prayer words to ward off evil spirits, and Han Qing only knew since then that the original place could accommodate a lot of space, and it would have a strange feeling.

The second step was very long, and by the time he was about to collapse and die by the beginning of the ritual.

The witch finally announced that he could proceed to the third step: the cleansing bath, which would take an hour and a half, and that he would have to keep his mind pure. The witch will first bring out the sin, and then remove it.

Han Qing wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, stepped into the hot spring with weak steps, and before he stopped, he heard the sound of stripping behind him.

When he turned around, he saw the witch minister take off his witch robe, revealing a strong and majestic body.

Han Qing watched him move his long slender and powerful legs, stepping into the water and walking towards him, and as he walked, the water was drawn a beautiful wave with his steps.

Han Qing is of the same sex, but he simply thinks that Wu Xiangxiong's body lines are very beautiful. He also looked forward to it in his heart, and he could be more majestic.

Wu Xiang asked him to sit in the middle of the pool, keep his mind one, and never be controlled by evil, Han Qing nodded cautiously.

Han Qing closed his eyes and meditated in the middle of the pool, his mind clean.

Wu Xiang sat down behind him and said, he was going to start drawing out the sin, Han Qing nodded, his heart firm.

Han Qing felt the sound of hot and heavy breathing spraying on his flesh, the hot kiss was like a rain falling densely, and those cold hands began to attack the city everywhere.

Han Qing was in the warm pool, gritting his teeth and not resisting, and his body began to react gradually. He knew that what the witch had done was to bring out his sin.

It wasn't until the witch minister was about to invade that Han Qing suddenly felt that something was wrong. Since the witch minister helped him get rid of his sins, how could he appear guilty instead.

Han Qing began to struggle, viciously attacked Wu Xiang, pointed at his nose and scolded: "You say that my six roots are not pure, but you have sinned yourself, what a crime!"

"Master Horse, I am eliminating your sins, my sins are to draw out your sins, you see that now your sins have appeared and begun to control you."

Fan Moya said unhurriedly, with a soothing smile on his solemn and holy face.

Han Qing was still skeptical, and Fan Moya smiled and said, "Now the evil can be removed."

Han Qing sat down in disbelief, but this time his eyes did not close, staring directly at Wu Xiang.

Fan Moya closed his eyes, chanted in his mouth, another prayer, and the sin on his body gradually subsided.

Han Qing looked at his holy and thoughtful face, and had a plan in his heart, and slowly approached him, his body close to him, and began to draw out his sins.

Fan Moya's face was drenched in cold sweat, and the words of prayer became more and more urgent, more and more urgent, and under Han Qing's seductive sneer, he completely lost his mind and pounced on him.

Han Qing's eyes were fine, extremely stern, and he said mockingly: "Wu Xiang, how can you be guilty."

Fan Moya's silver eyes suddenly sobered, knowing that he was a beautiful man who had fallen for Han Qing. This reputation is estimated to be in front of him, and he is afraid that he will not be able to protect it, and he will simply break the jar, and there is a trace of evil spirit between his holy eyebrows.

Fan Moya stroked Han Qing's beautiful eyebrows, his silver eyes were extremely fascinated, and he said truthfully: "It was the beautiful skin of the horse that caused Moya to have sin in his heart and abandon the road to heaven."

Han Qing's magnificent face was extremely distorted when he heard his words, and he pushed his body away fiercely, put on his clothes and left......

Han Qing's breath was disordered in his arms, and he finally let out pure yang, and said sadly in his heart: "When he can move, he must cut off his hands of this demon."

But now, he could only stiffen his limbs, bite his lip with an ugly face, endure his humiliation, and not say a word.

The slender eyebrows and eyes were shining, and the spring color overflowed into the eyes, Fan Moya was tempted, and he got closer and closer, and when he was about to kiss, Han Qing suddenly opened his sharp eyes, and the murderous aura was revealed.

"Wu Xiang, my mouth is fine!" Han Qing said unceremoniously.

"Hehe......" Fan Moya's eyes regained a little clarity, and he muttered lowly.

"Mo Ya, the reason has been found out, I can solve this poison, but-" When he said the previous sentence, Han Qing's eyes showed hope, and when he heard the suffix, he had some bad premonitions in his heart.

"But what?" Han Qing gritted his teeth and asked.

"However, I saved the horse master, what will you repay me?" Fan Moya's silver eyes turned, revealing an ugly face and said.

"You Black Lotus Sect, aren't you saving the suffering for free?" Han Qing frowned and asked.

"Mo Ya, he is not a god, and he has not cultivated the supreme true law, so he naturally wants to receive the reward of the master of the horse." Fan Moya said peacefully.

Han Qing only scolded, everyone else treated him for free, and he had to be paid.

Han Qing's face was extremely ugly, and he asked hatefully, "What do you want?"

"I just want to cross the spring breeze with the horse master." Mo Ya's silver eyes narrowed happily.

"You—, it can't be." Han Qing scolded angrily.

Mo Ya's temper was very good, and the head analyzed and said: "Master Pony, if you don't want to pay this reward, Mo Ya has to throw you to Mu Yun's people, and they won't let go of your life."

Mo Ya will go back alone to restore his life, and then introduce Princess Jing to other concubines.

If Master Han Ma agrees, Mo Ya's wishes, I will definitely help you return to Beihan safe and sound.

In the future, if you have any problems, you can come to Moya at any time, as long as I can solve it.

You Han people have a saying, even if there is no firewood in the green mountains left, I hope that the master of the horse can make a wise move. ”

Han Qing frowned, pondered his words, his black eyes turned with a hint of cunning, and said, "You have to tell me first, how to return to Beihan safely, I think it's okay, and then I will agree to what you said."

As long as he tricked this demon into detoxifying the poison first, he would immediately kill him, and he would be ashamed of the old and new hatreds.