Chapter 140: Confusion

In the martial arts, the eyesight is very accessible.

The light was dim, but Luo Xuan's eyes were shining, and he could vaguely see the stone cave a few steps away, and he quietly walked in.

There is a boxy platform in the stone cave that is a few feet square, about two feet high, and there is a splendid futon on it, and Zimei is meditating cross-legged.

Suddenly, she was intuitively upset, and her breathing became short, and her cheeks were even hotter, which was very different from usual, and she had never felt before.

No, she had felt that a few hours ago.

It was morning, Luo Xuan suddenly hugged her into his arms, sucked her neck and cheeks passionately, her heart was pounding, and she had this feeling.

However, at this time, she was meditating and cultivating Biyang Divine Skill, why did she feel this way for no reason?

It's late autumn, and the tall and dense trees not far away are verdant, the grass is abundant, and there are unknown wildflowers blooming everywhere, but the autumn depression has already been felt outside the mountain.

The leaves of the trees have fallen, only the bare branches remain, the cool autumn wind blows, the weeds are withered and yellow, and there is a bleak scene.

Although it is autumn, it cannot resist this sudden warm current. There's nothing special about this feeling, that girl doesn't have a spring?

Although she is in the prime of her life, she has long known about the affairs between men and women, although her consciousness is vague and hazy, but this is human instinct, the desire for the opposite sex, and it has nothing to do with the level of martial arts.

However, this feeling is too violent, and it is a bit weird. There was a trace of uneasiness in her heart, this restlessness made him even more cramped, she didn't understand why, she was just simply cultivating, and she didn't think about anything.

Gradually, there was a wave of dizziness in her brain, which was caused by extreme excitement, and in this excitement she frowned and looked around.

The mist spread out and spread into the cave, dimly lit and shadowy. At this moment, faint footsteps came, like a leaf falling to the ground.

If Zimei was cultivating, her whole body was engrossed, and her body and mind were immersed in the swimming of true qi, she would definitely not be able to hear this kind of whisper. But she was like a frightened fawn at the moment, full of confusion and even more puzzled, and the alertness of her ears returned to normal.

"Who is it?" said Zimei's voice with a little surprise.

The footsteps stopped, everything seemed so abrupt, but there was something more treacherous. The footsteps stopped, but there was no sound of going out, and it was clear that someone had already arrived in the cave. If the person who comes has a bad idea, then the danger is in front of you.

Zimei's martial arts are unfathomable, she is not afraid, she searches with extreme eyes, and when she looks out of her eyes, she only sees a gray mist, where is there a figure.

"Yes...... Is it Big Brother Luo?" Zimei groaned slightly and asked again.

In addition to her, there is only one Luo Xuan in this lofty mountain, and she asked.

The footsteps did not sound again, nor did they move at all, as if they had never been there, and it was evident that the man was hiding somewhere with his breath.

Zimei became nervous, in terms of her martial arts cultivation, she would not have this kind of emotion, but at this time she felt more and more difficult to control herself, and the person who came in was definitely not Luo Xuan, she stubbornly thought so.

Because, if Luo Xuan came in, he would never be so sneaky, he was her eldest brother Luo, and he saved her life a few days ago.

Could it be that some villains have broken into here? Could it be that Brother Luo is already injured or ......

Terrible thoughts flashed through Zimei's mind, but she didn't dare to think about it, so she made a move and stood up from the futon.

Maybe she got up too quickly, maybe something in her body was troubled, she suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, her eyes were dark, and she secretly screamed "not good", but her body slowly fell to the cold platform, and then she became confused, and gradually lost consciousness.

At that moment, the footsteps sounded again.

Knock, knock, knock......

It's actually very rhythmic, and the footing is also very powerful.

After a while, a figure came to the platform, looking at the unconscious Zimei, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Luo Xuan's eyes emitted light, a hot light. His heart was beating so fast that it seemed to ring in his ears. His whole body became hot, the woman in his dreams was in front of him, and he was already asleep, he had no guard and resistance at all, he was already at his mercy, his mouth was dry, his brain was dizzy, and a fire rose in his heart, which suddenly reached his throat.

The dream was about to come true, and his whole body trembled with excitement. At the end of this day, a most primitive thought occupied his entire mind, and at this time, there was a sudden ethereal burst in his mind, without the slightest distraction, only a strong thought: "This is my goddess, she is finally mine!"

With this thought, he will never do nothing again. He walked forward step by step, suddenly jumped up, and pressed on Zimei like a hungry tiger.

Zimei snorted softly in her nose and frowned, although she was in a coma, she seemed to feel something.

Her expression seemed to respond to Luo Xuan's actions, and he seemed to be greatly encouraged, bowing his head and agreeing with his mouth. From the hair to the forehead, from the forehead to the cheek, and from the cheek to the neck, and then passionately surrounded the two pink delicate soft lips.

He kissed passionately, and his whole body seemed to be burning with a fire, a raging fire. Zimei, who was in a coma, also seemed to be teased by this, her eyebrows frowned tighter, and she writhed her delicate body as if it was a little unbearable, but this time it made Luo Xuan even more energetic.

After a while, Luo Xuan started to untie her Luo skirt. His hands were already beating violently, but they were also trembling slightly, slowly untying Zimei's dress, the movements were so gentle and affectionate, fading one by one, falling to the ground one by one.

Suddenly, the most perfect goddess carcass was presented in Luo Xuan's fiery eyes, exquisite, graceful, ingenious, shocking, like a beautiful masterpiece of God, putting the most beautiful things in the world.

Luo Xuan looked straight at it, stared, his eyes were reluctant to move, slowly wandering on God's masterpiece, and finally screamed, leaned down, hugged this tenderness tightly, hugged this sweet fragrance tightly, and it had reached the point of forgetfulness, as if the whole world was only this wonderful place, worthy of giving soul and flesh to offer.

I don't know when, the fog began to fade, and the red sunlight that shone in through the fog was still a little hazy. The mountain breeze blew from the red sun, blowing the strong grass, blowing the green trees, and also tenderly stirring the surrounding flowers and herbs, taking advantage of this tender wind, swaying the fragrance vigorously.

After a long time, when the peak of desire passed away like flowing water, Luo Xuan lay on his back on the cold platform.

At this time, the platform made of bluestone slabs had been simmered by his body temperature, sweat flowed down the tips of his hair to his face, and rolled down from his face, the muscles full of strength were also crystal clear, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his firm and broad chest. His eyes were slightly closed, and he looked intoxicated, as if he had not yet recovered from his state of extreme excitement and contentment.

He just lay lazily, savoring to his heart's content, with a distinctly bright smile on his lips.

Everything is so beautiful, everything is so quiet!

Suddenly, as if he had been inspired by some kind of inspiration, and as if the winter snake had been stabbed by something sharp, he sat up violently. The moment is a dizziness, a feeling of prostration after the excitement, and it is also the most pleasant moment.

He thought about the future.

When Zimei wakes up, how should he face it?

In order to get Zimei as soon as possible, for the most beautiful feeling in the dream, for the most noble infatuation in the depths of his soul, he has done whatever it takes to drug Zimei's bowl of lotus seed porridge, which is the usual trick used by Jianghu Xiaoxiao, and it is also the most indiscriminate behavior, before which he was the most hated and disgusted, and at this moment he experienced this hatred, and deeply realized his worst evil.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the world-slumped face of Zimei who was sleeping beside him, and became resentful, eager to kill himself, but he didn't have the courage to commit suicide, all he had was remorse, and at the same time there was a trace of fear and chagrin.

The goddess who should have belonged to him, but because of his confusion and confusion, his hands were shattered, and there should have been a beautiful marriage, but it seemed to end because of his rudeness. The oath he had thought of by looking at each other and keeping each other was empty in a blink of an eye, and it became an empty promise.

He was annoyed, he was resentful, but he had to think about the future.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like for Zimei to wake up and learn all this, but he expected Zimei's temperament to kill him in a fit of rage.

Death wasn't terrible, but it wasn't the death he wanted.

Everyone fantasizes about immortality, and no one wants to die, although he now has an urge to die under the sword of Zimei, but to die like this?

He didn't want to be like this, he wasn't like this, but he did this kind of thing, in Zimei's eyes, what would it look like, or what would it be?

He didn't dare to think that in fact, he really loved Zimei, but his initial love was infatuation, possession, and passion, perhaps with the passage of time, with a long time together, this passion will become love, into family affection, into an inseparable attachment.

In fact, love itself is like this, the warmth of the youth, the companion of the old.

It's just that he didn't think of a better way, but at the beginning of this acquaintance, he made a reckless act, and also ruined his image in Zimei's heart, he thought that there was no way out, let alone a reason to stay. The fault is that he didn't wait, but how can love wait?

His mind was in a panic, he hurriedly put on his clothes, looked back at his goddess again, gently covered the gauze skirt on Zimei's bare skin, looked at it with infinite affection, and shed tears in a daze.

After a long time, he leaned over Zimei's fair face and kissed her affectionately, sighed, and turned around and walked out of the stone cave.

Outside the cave, the fog had faded and slowly dispersed, but the sunset was a dazzling crimson, and it was already twilight.

The wind blew from the valley, and Luo Xuan couldn't help but shudder.