The dense geothermal steam, like the mist exhaled by a beauty, permeates the warm pool room, and the candle flame on the lampstand, clinging to the enchanting figure of the water vapor, is ambiguously lingering and flipped in the air.

The water vapor taunted the bath, and the gorgeous body that sat still was tightly coiled around him like a demon, licking his long and thick eyelashes, trying to take advantage of the gap to peek into the secrets of his spiritual platform.

The wooden door was quietly pushed open, and the shore gradually approached, and the sound of steady footsteps slowly stepped on the wet ground and did not move.

After a long time, the person seemed to disappear from the space.

It wasn't until the sound of clothes falling on the ground that the water surface was startled by the intruders who broke in, that he knew that he was just lying on the edge and not making a sound.

Those slender and powerful legs, with a strong sense of aggression, crossed the heavy water vapor and disturbed the private quiet.

A pale hand slid down the black hair of the flesh to the magnificent face, rubbing the soft lips greedily, and with a little force, he kissed the red lips, playing with the lilac tongue inside, and pulled out a fine and crystalline silk thread.

The bright flesh still had his eyes closed, indifferent, and his non-resistance became more and more stimulating to the desire to bully from the bottom of his heart.

The hand became more and more presumptuous, with greed, and the fingertips ran the sexy Adam's apple, scraping a thin mark on the smooth skin, and stopping at random on the firm chest to ravage.

The bright flesh is still joyless and sad, as if the hue of the outside world is all vain, until it was betrayed by physiology, and he was forced to open his narrow eyes, and his mouth was quickly crossed into a fishy elixir.

Han Qing's tongue curled up and wanted to swallow it into his abdomen, but the fleshy tongue that gave the pill slyly resisted the pill, making him pounce.

The cunning tongue deliberately sent the pill in front of him, Han Qing attacked quickly, but the thing was wrapped in the pill and didn't let him touch it, he could only knock on the side and wrestle with the cunning and hateful thing.

Han Qing attacked, the tongue ran away with the pill, and then stopped to tease him, Han Qing was angry and wanted to close the door, but the thing squeezed in again, flattered and showed weakness, and sent the pill obediently.

The pill had already dissolved more than half of it in the chasing between the tongues, and as soon as the tip of Han Qing's tongue hooked, it dissolved into bitter juice, which spread between the two tongues, and the tongue began to stir restlessly again, trying to roll away the juice.

Han Qing took it in his mouth in anger and snatched back the juice he had stolen, but the tongue was like a snake, entangled him and prevented him from leaving.

Han Qing glared at Fan Moya angrily, and the tongue immediately let go of him and followed him to curry favor.

Han Qing swallowed the juice, that cunning thing, but took the opportunity to connect more closely with him.

The temperature in the warm pool room was getting higher and higher, and Han Qing felt that he was about to be melted, and his body was soft like a ball of noodles, hanging on someone else's arm, allowing others to knead it.

Han Qing clung to the shore wall, supporting his body, the situation was worse than he imagined, his strength had only recovered one-tenth, I was afraid that he would be tired even from walking, and even a woman who had no power to tie him up could beat him away, let alone escape alone.

I couldn't help but feel the anger of being deceived in my heart, and just as I wanted to push him away, I remembered the hateful voice of that man.

"Beautiful colt, when we spend the night, I'll give you the other half of the antidote." The demon tempted him and said, Han Qing sent out the ground hand to welcome.

"Then you remember that." Han Qing shook his long hair, which was as smooth as a waterfall, and his ten fingers were like hooks, and he grasped his broad shoulders weakly.

"Nature." Fan Moya squeezed and narrowed the space between the two.

A seductive smile appeared on the corner of Han Qing's mouth, against his chest, torturously: "I like to take the initiative, you have to listen to me all tonight."

"You are." Fan Moya rubbed the cocoon on the slender hand with his fingertips, couldn't help but grab it and put it in his mouth to kiss it, and replied dotingly.

"Go to my room." Han Qing ordered, usually sounding cold and fierce words, but in Fan Moya's ears at the moment, he was indescribably gentle.

"Everything should be said by Madame." Fan Moya sent Han Qing to the shore, pulled the bath towel on the shore, and wrapped it carefully around Han Qing's body.

Fan Moya actually put on a simple coat, put his strong arm through the crook of Han Qing's leg, and picked him up violently, and the water droplets were hitting the surface of the pool and blending into the pool.

Fan Moya stood up, and suddenly showed a tall and slender figure, and his strong physique was not inferior to the soldiers who often went to the battlefield.

Fan Moya dragged the tail of his wet coat and carried Han Qing out of the room barefoot, and everyone passing by looked sideways, and some even whistled with laughter.

Fan Moya walked towards the room unconsciously, passing by Murong Bai, Han Qing buried his face deep in his chest, not daring to peek at the reactions of others.

Murong Bai seemed to sense some kind of familiarity, and looked back subtly, and was locked out of the room as soon as his snooping gaze was reached.

Fan Moya's few steps were like a fire, and he couldn't wait to press the goblin in his arms to the ground and solve it on the spot, but thinking that this was their first time, they still had to treat each other gently.

The dry wood fire quickly burned on the bed, Han Qing took out his hair band, tied it to his eyes, and said angrily, "Don't cheapen your thief eyes."

Fan Moya couldn't help laughing, and Junrong asked with doting: "Then do you even want to tie my hands?"

"That's right...... I am not allowed to cheapen these two-colored hands. Han Qing tore off the cloth bath towel on his body, and tied Fan Moya's hands together with a smile.

"You are not allowed to break away, and I will ignore you if you break away." Han Qing said as he opened the drawer, put a pair of earmuffs on his ears, and said with a smile: "This ear that likes to listen to love sounds must also be blocked."

"I told you what you were doing in the afternoon and not letting me into the room, it turned out that I had been prepared." Fan Moya obediently lay on the bed and smiled at these ghost tricks made by Han Qing.

"From beginning to end, you have to keep this position and not move without my order, otherwise...... I'm never going to do that with you again. Han Qingyan threatened with a smile.

Han Qing got up and put down the red gauze bed tent, and a slender Chitan man slowly crawled out from under the bed.

When I went in again, it was a different man.

Han Qing stood outside the tent with his hands crossed, watching the lingering of the two men in the tent, and couldn't help but secretly wonder, the hole behind the original man, in addition to excretion, also has such a use, thinking of the dirt in that place, he couldn't help but be interested, put on his clothes and quietly left the room.

The sound of waves behind him continued, Han Qing remembered the conversation of Yu Bi Gongzi in the inn, the corners of his mouth hooked up a meaningful smile, and said in his heart: "Isn't this going to be......"

Han Qing gathered his thin clothes and found a place to be quiet, where he could not only notice the movement of the room, but also enjoy the cleanliness.

He sat on the balcony sideways, looking at the crescent moon in the sky, and when he met no one, he remembered what Han Yan said in the Golden Gate Tower, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

What is so good about the emperor that she is worthy of sharing a husband with many women.

The emperor is obviously unkind, why does she treat that little bit of favor as a treasure, and she is eager for it.

Women are not all blind animals.

Moon God, you tell me how to make her sober Han Qing said as he listened to the hilarious scene under the restaurant.

Han Qing looked at a few sparse stars in the sky, as if she had realized something, and pondered carefully, if the emperor was empathetic, would she be sober......

Hehe, I didn't think that he Han Qing would work hard for a woman's heart, what is the use of having this appearance, she didn't even look at it.

Han Qing's fingers touched the human bone Bai Xun tied around his waist, this was originally Fan Moya's belonging, the bone arc was so charming, he saw that he really liked it, so he begged for it.

It is said that Fan Moya said that the human bone belonged to a young girl, and her name was curly.

Because when she ran out to play alone, she was insulted and died under the thieves' knives, and the thieves threw her bones off the cliff.

I didn't think that she would be angry, and she wouldn't eat her flesh and bones.

When her family found her, her body was already rotten and could only be buried in the soil, not thinking that the family was full of disasters, everyone had nightmares, and hiring multiple mages was ineffective.

In the end, he sent the bones to Fan Moya and begged him to dispel the girl's resentment.

Fan Moya took some of the bones on her body and put them in front of the gods for nine hundred and eighty-one days, but her resentment penetrated deep into the bones and could not be dispersed, so she could only make a bone and carry it with her, and use the energy of the gods to suppress and purify her resentment, so that she could exceed it as soon as possible.

Ordinary people can't blow her.

When Han Qing heard this, he sneered and said, "You have evil thoughts in your heart, and you still want to surpass others. Do you know why the resentment doesn't go away after the fact, it's that you don't understand her at all, she just wants revenge. ”

Fan Moya's eyebrows and eyes were calm, and he put his hands together and said: "God, retribution for injustice, sins are endless, endless, and there is no way to live in life, only by letting go of hatred can we transcend Suopo."

"Then I ask you, the world bullied me and humiliated me, and made me a white bone, do you also let me let go of my hatred?" Han Qing's narrow eyes stared at him and asked.

Fan Moya was silent for a long time, closed his eyes, and promised: "If the world deceives you and insults you, then step on my corpse, and I am willing to throw this supreme heavenly way for you and fall into the hell of Ah Bi forever."

Han Qing sneered and said with contempt: "Fake benevolence and fake mercy, I said that you are bullying me and insulting me now, do you dare to go to hell?"

"Moya, I won't go alone, if I go, I'll take you with me." Fan Moya replied unhurriedly, those silver eyes, said with a harmless smile.

Han Qing was startled with goosebumps, his eyes glanced at the bone on his waist, he was really infatuated, and said, "If it is, if I blow her, you can give it to me."

"If you blow her, then it means that she has a fate with you and is willing to go with you, and I will hand her over to you." Fan Moya glanced at the bone in his hand and smiled.

"If you are willing to go with me, if I meet the thieves who deceive you and insult you, I will kill them and avenge you." Han Qing said sincerely to the Gu Xun, and then closed his eyes and blew her.

The desolate and lonely voice, as if a girl crying, sounded in the carriage, and Fan Moya was surprised. It's just that you really want to take revenge, and you don't want to be out of the world, it's just that all living things have their own factors.

Under Han Qingdi's smug look, Fan Moya tied the bone Xun to his waist, and said with a serious expression: "Since she is willing to go with you, you must fulfill your wish for her, otherwise you will not die well."

"Alright, alright, needless to say, I know." Han Qing interrupted him impatiently and looked at the bone Xun on his waist happily. Fan Moya didn't know if he had listened or not, so he shook his head helplessly.

Han Qing thought of the origin of the curling ground, the corners of his mouth rose slightly proudly, touched the warmth of the bone, raised it to his mouth, closed his eyes and blew.

The sorrowful and empty sound spreads out sadly, so that people can hear the unwarranted sadness in their hearts, and their eyes are wet with tears.

Han Qing was blowing immersively, and suddenly joined a lonely flute, and the two responded to each other, comforting the loneliness in their hearts.

After the song, a man's elegant voice came from behind: "Girl, I really happened to meet you again."

"Unfortunately, I don't want to meet you." Han Qing complained in his heart.