is also on the coastline of the sea, but the spring color of Fengjiang City is not as good as that of Jiucheng. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The willows are not as gentle as those of the city, and the grass is not as green as the city of the city.

The spring breeze is not as warm as Hatojo.

In the Deserted Guqin Sect, Ke Yimeng, who was meditating on cultivating the way of the Qin Heart, suddenly felt upset for some reason, and her eyelids kept beating, she didn't know why she was so uneasy.

Putting down her hand and standing up, she glanced out the window.

The spring color is just right, and the lotus leaves in the clear pool have just revealed a sharp corner, which is very cute, and she does look very happy on weekdays, but this time she suddenly has a feeling of impatience.

"It's too slow. Ke Yimeng muttered softly.

"Actually, it's not slow, Sect Master, it's just that you're too anxious. A girl in a blue emerald cigarette shirt stood next to her and said crisply.

She is a fourth-generation disciple of the Desolate Guqin Sect, with twenty-four soul veins condensing veins, and a cultivator in the middle of the Juyuan Realm, named Qingmei.

Because the birth was very similar to the maid Green Lotus she was at the beginning, Ke Yimeng was very satisfied when she saw Qingmei at first sight, and without saying a word, he directly took her by his side.

"When Qingmei first met the sect master, the sect master even only had the eighth layer of the condensation vein realm, but now in just the past month, ten soul veins have been condensed, and this cultivation speed, when put into the ancient sect, is also surprisingly tight. ”

Qingmei said softly. The little girl's heart is real, not a false comfort, but a sincere compliment, this Ke sect master has been received in the sect for a certain time, and the monks in the sect have a lot of criticism in private about this female cultivator who has not even cultivated to Juyuan, and even she has always been slow to react for half a beat, not to mention this Ke sect master who looks gentle and lovely but has a delicate mind.

If she was transferred to the position of Sect Master Ke, she would definitely not be able to cultivate quietly in such an environment, but Sect Master Ke did it, and she cultivated so late, and the latecomers came to the top, constantly surpassing the five generations of disciples, and not only in terms of cultivation, but also in terms of actual combat ability.

Sitting in this position that is the envy of everyone, she is often burdened with two very different responsibilities.

The comprehensive cultivation of the highest level masters, as well as the painstaking and difficult cultivation process of the lowest level disciples.

Not only that, but a hunting trip full of blood and danger, as long as the opportunity is right, she will ask to go with her without frowning.

Qingmei didn't quite understand, what supported Ke Yimeng to grit her teeth and persist day after day, to make herself stronger, was it to prove to all the people in the sect who had looked down on her?

She couldn't understand it, and suddenly a clear and faint voice sounded in her ears, interrupting her flying thoughts.

Although she hadn't heard what she was talking about, Qingmei immediately stood up straight in shock, and said respectfully, "I've seen Senior Sister." ”

"Have my letter?" Ke Yimeng asked with surprise in his eyes. There are very few people who know that she is in Canghai Country, and she can count them on one hand, but among these people, the only one who may send her a letter is that woman.

Zhu Nanfeng, who was covered with a veil, nodded lightly and said, "I heard that this is a letter from the widow of the Ke family. ”

The widow of the Ke family.

Ke Yimeng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then the surprise in his eyes disappeared a lot, revealing a complicated expression, took the letter in Zhu Nanfeng's hand, and was about to tear it open, but his brows suddenly frowned slightly.

She had wounds on her hands, and these days were pulling open the wounds from the bowstring.

The wound on it has not yet completely scabbed.

It really hurts when I touch this envelope, which I don't know if it's cold or hot.

In the spring breeze, she slowly opened the envelope.

......

The spring breeze that is countless times warmer than Fengjiang blows by, rolling up countless fragrances.

How could this be? Ji Wushuang became short of breath, and he looked at Ling Xue tightly.

At this moment, the girl's sexy and attractive figure seems to have turned into the most effective aphrodisiac in the world, making the already ambiguous atmosphere even hotter.

The flames above the sea of blood are now burning into the real world.

Poof!

At this moment, Ling Xue found that she could finally let go of her hand, and under the inertia of constantly wanting to withdraw her hand, she fell to the ground all of a sudden, but there was still a long stream of demonic energy surging towards her from the demon ding.

Endless demonic winds roared and swept through her sea of consciousness, burning the flames that burned the sea of blood more and more.

The crimson complexion began to change to the hot red, and the crystal lustrous skin was covered with fragrant sweat, as if steaming, and the endless fragrant mist gradually spread with the evaporation of the dripping sweat.

Then it burns in the air, turning into a charming and beautiful starlight, dancing.

Beautiful, but full of deadly danger and temptation.

The crisis is in Ling Xue, and the temptation is in Ji Wushuang.

"Help, help me, I know that there is too much demonic energy in the sea...... If I continue like this, I will be burned by the flames of the sea of consciousness...... I need you, your immortal ......"

The girl was extremely hot, breathing rapidly, her starry eyes were full of spring, and she looked at Ji Wushuang with a flushed face.

Because of the constant blowing and stirring of the poppy-like demon wind, her extremely sensitive body was immersed in an extremely indescribable numbness, and it was not easy for her to finish a sentence smoothly.

At this moment, her heart was very complicated.

Needless to say, Ji Wushuang had already reminded her that this demon tripod could not be touched, she still couldn't control her instinctive desire, and because of this, she wrongfully misunderstood Ji Wushuang's intentions.

Now that she has fallen to this point, she is to blame.

Moreover, she also disturbed Ji Wushuang's incomparably precious enlightenment process, and thinking of this made her even more uneasy.

Because of this, at this moment, she still had to take the initiative to beg Ji Wushuang to help her, which made her feel ashamed the most.

Ji Wushuang slowly closed his eyes, he had recited the heart-clearing mantra in his heart more than a dozen times, he needed to suppress this crazy desire in his body first, otherwise when he came to the side of the pink beauty, the moment his skin touched, it would be difficult for him to guarantee whether he could control himself.

It wasn't until the girl saw that Ji Wushuang ignored her, looking like she was going to fend for herself, laughed at herself, and lowered her eyelashes slightly in disappointment, that Ji Wushuang finally opened her eyes.

He got up and walked in front of Ling Xue, stretched out his hand, looked at Ling Xue with some unease, and said slowly, "Give me your hand." ”

This sentence Ling Xue was very familiar, and in a trance, it seemed that when she returned to the Chunyang City Inn, at that time, Ji Wushuang healed her and said the same simple three words.

Sonorous and powerful, concise and to the point.

She took a deep breath and placed her slender jade hand on Ji Wushuang's broad palm.

At this time, in the world of knowing the sea, the wind transformed by countless golden demonic qi happened to be involved in the depths of the sea of fire illuminated by the galaxy under Si Beixing.

Inside is the desire of hundreds of red-sleeved women to be sealed, and the dark chess that the demon pupil's move can no longer be used.

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew met, there was a bang, as if in this world full of fire, a handful of oil was suddenly poured in.

Who said that the spring breeze does not pass the Yumen Pass?

Today, the spring breeze rises in Yumen Pass!

In the world of knowing the sea, the flames suddenly monstrous. (To be continued.) )