Rong Xiaomei was lying lazily in the bathtub, her face was crimson, her eyebrows were full of spring, and she seemed to have forgotten the scene of being beaten just now. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Beauty bathing, Bian Qing is not the first time to see it, that day in Lingxiu Academy, I have seen the scene of the first beauty in Tianyuan bathing, different from Qiu Yuxian, although Rong Xiaomei is not as perfect as her body, but small and plump, delicate and clear, but people will have a sense of aggression when they look at it.

After perceiving the truth, where did Bian Qing dare to snoop again, he quickly withdrew his consciousness, sat cross-legged, and desperately calmed the churning and turbulent heart, he couldn't break down the door and escape, because this would alarm Rong Xiaomei, who was bathing, and he couldn't help listening, because he wanted to know when this beautiful woman would come out of the bath, so that he could find a gap and escape.

Rong Xiaomei didn't bathe for a long time, but the sound of the rushing water sounded to Bian Qing much longer than a year, and finally when the sound of the water disappeared, this beautiful ** person walked out of the room slowly.

A pair of white and delicate jade feet, stepping on a pair of pink open embroidered shoes, shook one step at a time, and walked over to the position where Bian Qing was sitting cross-legged.

Bian Qingyan saw that Rong Xiaomei was about to come to him, and couldn't help but regret secretly, why didn't he see clearly, but chose to meditate next to this woman's dresser.

Bian Qing closed his eyes tightly, looked at his nose and nose, looked at his heart, like a wood carving clay sculpture, he didn't dare to show a trace of breath at all, a handsome face, already swollen red like blood, although he was forced to suppress himself, his lower body still stood up involuntarily, and the swelling was not uncomfortable.

Sitting in front of the dresser, Rong Xiaomei combed in the mirror, only combed her black hair as smooth as a waterfall, hung the ends of her hair on her proud chest, and the pink buds were hidden between the hair, becoming more and more charming and sultry.

After combing her hair, Rong Xiaomei double-traced a pair of willow leaf curved eyebrows, and painted a small pink mouth with a bright red color, but still refused to get up, instead, she took a pot of liquid in front of the dresser and poured herself a cup of water.

The faint aroma of wine wafted in this charming embroidery room, Rong Xiaomei's skin became firm and delicate under the stimulation of the wine, the color of the skin revealed a faint pink, and a faint aroma of wine also spread from her body, which made people want to stop.

"Alas"

Rong Xiaomei suddenly put down the wine glass, let out a long sigh, and then stood up, her beautiful eyes, which were already a little drunk, flashed a trace of determination, and she actually fell down with a "bang".

Bian Qing was already a little dizzy by the scene around her and the taste between her nose, and she was at the critical moment of self-patience, but she found that she was already holding Rong Xiaomei's beautiful body in her arms, her body was warm and trembling slightly, but a pair of jade arms were tightly wrapped around Bian Qing's waist.

"Lord Junhou, how is the Fire Hou who is practicing the Heavenly Yuan Secret Technique?!"

Just when Bian Qing wanted to break free of Rong Xiaomei's body, Rong Xiaomei exhaled like an orchid, pressed her beautiful face tightly to his face, leaned over Bian Qing's ear and whispered.

Rong Xiaomei's sudden words made Bian Qing suddenly sober, and all the hot and dry feelings, as if he had been empowered, all subsided cleanly.

"Sister Rong, how did you find me?!"

Bian Qing came to his senses completely, and it was obvious that from the moment he entered Rong Xiaomei's embroidery room, the other party had already noticed his existence. Subsequently, Rong Xiaomei closed the door and locked it, bathed in the inner room, and then drank to eliminate her sorrows, step by step, it was calculated, just to be so embarrassed to be hugged by her in her arms.

Bian Qing is now a beauty, but he can't be excited at all, the feeling of being deceived and tricked makes him feel uncomfortable, and makes him full of remorse and humiliation.

"The Tianyuan secret technique is a family heirloom of my Rong family, and the last time you relied on this secret technique to hide in my car, I have discovered your secret. This time, although the Tian Yuan Secret Technique has been improved, it still can't escape the induction of my family heirloom!"

Rong Xiaomei hugged Bian Qing tightly with one hand, but the other jade hand opened the hair on her chest, and between her full breasts, there was a piece of aqua blue jade, which was flashing with a faint red light.

Seeing this piece of jade, Bian Qing suddenly realized that he had always believed in the invisible technique, but he didn't expect that being recognized today was only because of this piece of jade the size of a little finger.

"Sister Rong, since you have seen through your deeds, please let go of Bian Qing, it is really unseemly to hug and hug like this. ”

Rong Xiaomei's body is not an inch, it is not for him to push it away, nor is it to push it away, since she found out, she simply begged to get rid of it.

"Hee-hee, you didn't wear anything last time, did you?! This time, don't you like it if you change me?!"

Rong Xiaomei not only did not relax, but her hands tightened again, and she laughed softly in his ear. In a word, Bian Qing was hot and dry, and he couldn't bear it anymore, with a slight force in his hands, he actually used a trace of spatial power, calmly in Xiaomei's arms, rolled horizontally, and finally got rid of it.

"Sister Rong, last time it was really helpless, today I saw that you were wronged, and I was afraid that you would have an accident, so I took the liberty to enter your embroidery room, without any bad intentions, and asked my sister to respect herself!"

Hearing that Rong Xiaomei personally admitted that she had discovered herself a long time ago, Bian Qing felt a burst of fear at Rong Xiaomei's scheming. Bian Qing understands that if it is really as she said, she found herself last time, but she pretended to be nothing, this time, she also concealed no flaws, this woman is really good at acting! And it's really terrifying!

"Tianyuan Secret Technique, it cannot be cultivated without the innate Xuan Body, this is a secret passed down from my family! Lord Junhou, I am entangled with you today, of course I have my plans, since you want to talk about it, I might as well not say dark words in front of the Ming people!"

Rong Xiaomei smiled slightly, the drunkenness on her face disappeared suddenly, and with a wave of her hand, a light gauze had been wrapped around her plump and moving body, the tulle was semi-transparent, and the spring color increased, but Bian Qing didn't dare to appreciate it.

"Sister Rong has any requirements, just ask, as long as it doesn't violate my moral principles, I will help you complete it!"

Bian Qing suddenly understood the mind of this scheming beauty, and she was so entangled with herself, it turned out that she wanted to let herself do things for her!

"The first thing in front of me is Kim so-hyun, a thief! He not only defiled my body, but also never treated me as a wife, but constantly humiliated me in every way. You also know that I am only a martial artist of the Yuanwu Monarch Realm, and I can't get rid of him at all, so you have to do it for me! Please rest assured, Lord Junhou, this person has hundreds of reasons to die, and killing him will never damage the morality in your heart!"

Rong Xiaomei said hatefully, and her charming eyes shot out with cold killing intent.

"It's your own business, what if I don't want to help you do it?!"

Bian Qing responded coldly, his character has always been soft and not hard, but now he has been teased twice by Rong Xiaomei, which can be described as embarrassing, and he has to assassinate his husband for him, this kind of thing, he really can't do it. (To be continued.) )