On the ten-zhang wide bed, in the pink tent full of breath at this time, the white limbs of the weak water were entangled like vines. The sound of panting, hooking people's hearts, is also moving.

"Whew, there, no, weak water, weak water is about to go bad! well, and—"

Zong Shou grabbed the soft and boneless waist of the weak water, and sprinted violently. After only a moment, the weak water was the uncontrollable tremor of the body, and the show hands and feet tightened violently. The sound of moaning also stopped suddenly.

Zong Shou also stopped his movements in time and hugged the weak water tightly. In her ear, whispering, constantly caressing her back.

This girl is born with charming bones, just holding it like this, it makes people lustful.

But after a while, when the pleasure of the high morning faded. The weak water lying on his shoulders sobbed in a low voice.

Zong Shou was stunned, a little at a loss.

Xuanyuan Yiren had already collapsed to the side, but at this time, he was also delicate and weak, and straightened up and hugged the weak water from behind. Then he glared at Zong Shou fiercely: "It's all you! There is no restraint at all!

Zong Shou was dumbfounded, he could only roll his eyes, he was extremely aggrieved.

The sky can see love, although he is lustful, but it is not to the point of exceedance.

If it weren't for the refusal to rely on people and weak waters, this 'big war' would have ended a long time ago.

A little unhappy, Zong Shou compared Yiren with a 'ten' posture.

Last night, Xuanyuan pleaded with him ten times.

Every time it was over, he begged the sect to continue.

Naturally, Zongshou will never deny that he himself enjoys it.

Xuanyuan saw this action, and his breath was obviously suffocated. Then he stalked his neck again, and said confidently: "Who made you the blood of the heavenly fox? And what kind of yin and yang shake the world! Knowing that those methods can make women not restrain themselves? It's really hateful."

Zong Shou sighed, and his arrogance was suppressed again. What can he do? Yin and Yang shake the world is a spontaneous cycle, usually fine, but whenever it meets. I can't control it.

I was about to push the weak water away from my arms. But I found that the limbs of the weak water were desperately holding on to themselves and not moving.

The warm valley below has been tightly clasping his doppelganger. Inside is extremely muddy, moist flesh wriggling, constantly constricting and compressing. Intense pleasure. Rushing into the soul thoughts, it also makes the blood of humans and beasts boil, and it can't be stopped.

There was a weak water in his ears, and the gnat-like sobs: "The weak water still needs it! Leave me alone! Young master, let the weak water die today——"

Zong Shou suddenly felt that his lower body was getting stronger and stronger.

And Xuanyuan Yiren also 'poofed' and pinched the weak cheek fiercely.

"It's shameless! Okay, I wanted to get justice for you just now!"

Zong Shou slandered in his heart, you Xuanyuan is not much better. But there was a gentle smile on his face. The hand pressed several acupuncture points on the weak water body and gently pressed and caressed. So that the mood of the weak water gradually calmed down.

He could feel it. This girl is really at her limit. If you continue, for the weak water, it will not only not be half of the benefit, but will hurt the body.

Just after calming the weak water, Zong Shou suddenly looked at him with a blazing gaze.

Zong Shou squinted his eyes, and saw that Xuanyuan Yiren's eyes were misty, and he was full of lust at the moment.

This girl really doesn't know whether to live or die!

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After more than ten rounds of fighting, he completely subdued the two rules of the weak water, and finally couldn't fight again, and Zong Shou was finally able to get out of the bed.

But instead of going into retreat, he left the Qiantian Mountains and flew south. Two thousand miles away. A quarter of an hour is coming. After most of the hour, we arrived at Honggang.

At this time, the whole city is here. They are all dressed in linen and filial piety.

Although Honggang was the first place to be attacked, it was also the place where the gate attacked with all its might.

seems to know that this place is the most important port city in the Qiantian Mountains, and it is also the most vicious.

...,

1.6 million dead and wounded. One percent is a person from Hongcheng.

Zong Shou hovered in the air, his expression silent, looking down.

From time to time, I can always see some funeral processions, carrying coffins, interested in the outside of the city, the sound of weeping is everywhere, and the arms of the sect guard can't help but burst out, and the expression is heavy.

In the days since he returned, he would spare a lot of time every day to visit various places in the east that had been affected by the disaster.

Whenever I see this scene, I never regret what I have done.

The hundreds of thousands of disciples of that Dao Sect are innocent, so how could he, the people, have ever offended the Dao Sect and have sins?

He exhaled deeply and calmed his mind. Zong Shou looked into the distance again, looking at the ruins.

Some places have been completely swept away by Taoist cultivators.

At this time, it is being rebuilt, and it is progressing well. There are already some of them, and they have rested properly.

Tents have also been erected on the surrounding wastelands to accommodate those who have been temporarily homeless.

There is also a relief soup kitchen, where all kinds of meals are distributed in an orderly manner.

Zhengjue was satisfied, and Zong Shou immediately condensed his pupils slightly. I saw that Ren Bo was standing in the ruins, reprimanding some officials loudly.

Without thinking much about it, Zong Shou dodged and arrived at Ren Bo's side.

That Ren Bo was stunned, and then smiled and saluted Zong Shou: "What a coincidence! The monarch also came to see the disaster situation here? Ren Bo has already checked, and the officials here are still dutiful and honest." The king's bereavement and relief have been successfully distributed. There is nothing missing, and no one dares to be greedy—"

Zong Shou frowned, but he was still condensed. His eyes were like knives, and he glanced Ren Bo up and down. Then he was unceremoniously: "I said old man Ren, didn't you give you three months to recuperate?

Ren Bo was stunned, and then smiled: "The king is worried about the minister's injury, the injury has long been healed, Kong Rui and the old man Mingdan both said that the minister's damage is Neiyuan, even if he takes the longevity pill, it is useless." Forty-two years, one day less than one day. Ren Bo is only too little, where would he still want to stay in bed!"

Zong Shou gritted his teeth violently when he heard this, and then snorted coldly, flicking his sleeves.

"That's it, whatever you want!"

This person really doesn't know what to do! That longevity pill is really useless, and even the purple pole pill he found in King Xiang's tomb is useless.

However, Xuanyuan is a person, and these days of retreat and alchemy, it is for this old man to find a way to cure him.

Ren Bo smiled 'hehe', and seemed to be extremely happy.

In this life, it is a great blessing to be able to meet the first monarch and the assistant of such a wise lord as the monarch and show his talents. Even if you die at that time, you have no regrets!"

In that expression, it was really free and easy: "Life is short because there are unfinished things." The minister knows that he is sufficient, so he does not ask for luxury. ”