Murong Ling stood up from Wuran's arms, turned around a few times on the spot, the light-colored Luo skirt was inlaid with silver silk edges, and the water fu-colored gauze belt was at the waist, wearing a long skirt with violet color painted hibiscus dragging the tail to the waist and raising the sleeves. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info with a slight smile, a pair of young and ignorant spirit beads, smooth like pearls, eyes clear like a stream under the ice, not stained with a trace of dirt in the world, eyelashes are long and thick, slightly upturned like a fan, stretched out his hand and nodded a little small nose, a pair of soft and slender white skin, the elegant orchid embroidered at the cuffs is lined with ten fingers like shaved onions, and the pink lips are shining with crystal color, and the light curve is slightly bent out of a very good-looking arc. Ruyu's earlobes have a light blue tassel pendant, which is light and light, and can dance slowly with a little wind.

This scene made Wu Ran look a little dazed, and unconsciously, he remembered the first time he saw Murong Ling.

At that time, although Murong Ling was beautiful, she was more of that kind of extravagant feeling, and she didn't want to be more than a year, and the girl who was a little cute and looked noble was getting more and more beautiful.

"What are you looking at, nerd. Seeing him like this, Murong Ling covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Looking at my beautiful daughter-in-law, she looks like a fairy, if she hadn't had a marriage contract and was a royal princess, I'm afraid there would be a lot of robbers. Wuran's eyes returned to clarity and said with a chuckle.

It's no wonder that the Ethereal Sect wants to rob it, in addition to the suitable cultivation qualifications and the title of the sole heir of the royal family, it also occupies a lot of reasons to come here, after all, the Holy Daughter of the Ethereal Sect can only marry the Holy Son of the same sect if she wants to marry.

"Brother Ran is going to Xingchen Sect for three years, Ling'er is a little reluctant. Murong Ling said softly, with a hint of sorrow, and the thought of separating again not long after they had just been together made her feel a little sad in her heart.

Wu Ran stretched out his white and slender palm and gently patted Murong Ling's head, stroked her soft hair, and said softly: "Silly Ling'er, the short separation is just for a better reunion, do you remember your sentence 'If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight'?"

"You and I still have a long, long future, we are martial artists, we are cultivators, our years can be long, long, but only a short three years. A magnetic voice came from Wu Ran's throat, a little low, he was also a little sad, but he would leave all his free time to accompany Murong Ling before leaving.

"You know that I said it, and you comfort me with it. Murong Ling smiled and snorted, and then said in a low voice: "I naturally know in my heart, but I can't bear this feeling a little." ”

"It's okay, it's not like I'm not coming back, it's okay, the Star Sect is not very far from here, if I can, I'll come back to see you." Wu Ran comforted, although this possibility is basically non-existent, he still has too many things to do, what he has been lacking is cultivation time, but it is also a good thing to give Murong Ling an expectation at this time, at least it will not be so sentimental.

"Well, got it. Murong Ling put away her sentimental emotions, smiled lightly and said to Wuran: "Brother Ran, I'll dance for you, see if Ling'er dances beautifully." ”

After speaking, Murong Ling gently pushed Wu Ran away, her body was agile and elegant, she jumped lightly, jumped into the sky, spun in the air, and was as elegant as a snowflake falling in winter, as elegant as a fairy who gave birth to a lotus step by step, her phoenix eyebrows, spiritual eyes, slender fingers, flexible waist, with her long skirt that could mop the floor, with her fine dance steps, moving slowly like a light cloud, turning like a whirlwind, beautiful and wonderful, like a fairy falling into the mortal world, it makes people feel pity.

However, this beautiful dance step was not over, Murong Ling's palm turned slightly, her lips moved slightly, and the figure was blurred for a while, and then suddenly eight women who looked the same and dressed appeared, and the eight women danced at the same time, dazzling to see, but with pity.

Such a beautiful dance, and even the use of martial arts, must have taken Murong Ling a lot of time and effort.

At the end of the dance, Murong Ling walked slowly in front of Wu Ran, Wu Ran could see the fine beads on Murong Ling's forehead because of the complicated movements, Wu Ran gently hugged the lovely person in front of him into his arms, but the waves in his heart were surging, and he couldn't stop for a long time.

"I've been practicing for a long time. Wu Ran put his head on Murong Ling's hair and said softly.

"Well, is it good-looking?" Murong Ling snorted softly, with hope in her voice.

"It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful that my eyes are glazed. Wu Ran praised, not because Murong Ling was his fiancée, but because she was really beautiful.

Hearing Wuran's praise, Murong Ling's heart was full of joy, and she worked hard for a long time, so that he could like it?

"Then I'll show you in the future. Murong Ling turned sideways and tapped at the corner of Wuran's mouth.

"No, good-looking things, it's enough to watch them once, besides, it's very time-consuming to practice this, I don't want you to do something that makes you tired for my desires, my you, just need to be happy." Wu Ran said softly, with a striking firmness in his tone.

"Hmm!" Murong Ling whispered, exhaling like an orchid, the fragrance made his heart beat suddenly faster, and then stretched out his hand to hold Murong Ling's little head, which was imprinted on the delicate red lips.

Murong Ling was not guarded at all, or she herself was a little moved, when the two of them got along, the two of them who were still teenagers were a little restrained, but fortunately, they still knew the severity and didn't do anything too out of the ordinary.

The lips were separated, with a trace of silver liquid, Murong Ling's pretty face was a little red, and she glanced at Wuran, holding Wuran's hand, and was about to walk towards the palace, Wuran gently pulled Murong Ling, whistled, and within two minutes, a big horse ran over and snorted.

"Dahei, it's been a long time since I've run, let's run as much as you like today. Wuran stroked the horse and sighed a little.

This horse is Wuran's special mount in the army, Da Hei, following Wuran for a lot of time, plus recently staying in the palace and eating a lot of good things, this horse's internal qi has actually reached the peak of the martial apprentice's nine grades, if you say it, I am afraid that it will be scolded to death by some cultivators who have been trapped in the martial arts.

Da Hei happily raised his front hooves and stayed in the palace to eat and drink, but Da Hei said that he was about to become a pig if he was fed like this, how could he have the pleasure of running on the battlefield with Wuran before.

Wuran stroked the mane on Da Hei's neck, hugged Murong Ling's slender waist, jumped on the horse's back, grabbed the reins in his hand, and ran towards the outside of the city.

Murong Ling sat in front of Wuran, Wuran hugged Murong Ling's slender waist, put her head on Murong Ling's shoulder, pouted slightly, closed her eyes, how Murong Ling didn't know what this bad guy thought, she didn't want to pay attention to him, but she was a little reluctant, tilted her head and tapped on Wuran's pursed mouth, and just wanted to withdraw, Wuran's big hand pressed Murong Ling's little head, making her unable to move, followed by a deep kiss, Murong Ling felt the familiar man's smell, and her body fell weakly in Wuran's arms.

"Bad guy! pervert, you know how to bully me!" Murong Ling pursed her mouth and said angrily.

"Hehe, what's wrong?" Wu Ran said with a wicked smile, feeling the nephrite in his arms, and the hands holding Murong Ling tightened again, making Murong Ling closer to him.

Murong Ling stopped talking, when the two were alone, this cheeky guy always regarded anything he said as praising him, and then bullied himself even more proudly, although he really didn't hate it, and even liked this feeling a little.

Seeing that she didn't speak anymore, she hugged her gently, smelling the girl's unique body fragrance, a little intoxicated, and stopped doing anything else.

Seeing that the two of them were no longer talking, Da Hei, who was quite psychic, sped up and ran out of the city.