In the temple, the Amber Palace lights shine brightly.

Xiao Heng raised his eyes.

The girl's ice muscles and jade bones.

She held a thin layer of white silk between her arms, and sat on the bluestone desk with her back to him, her long black blue hair reached her shoulders, revealing a slender and white back, and the two butterfly bones trembled gently with her breathing, like frightened wings.

He dipped his pen in light ink and said in a low voice: "The white-robed old man asked, who of the people present is good at painting and writing, I think that even if others are proficient, you probably don't like them to be close to you, so I took this job." ”

The tip of the pen touched her skin.

Light ink travels along the shoulder blades, and graceful petals gradually take shape.

Pei Daozhu closed his eyes and trembled uncontrollably.

She really fell into blood mold, and she actually ran into such a thing!

It's just that she was kidnapped by the people of the Flower God Sect, but she had to take off her clothes and ask Xiao Heng to paint and write on her!

Her cheeks were red as blood, and she said in a hoarse voice, "When my skirt fell to the ground just now, you ...... What do you see? ”

Xiao Heng's face was as usual.

The tip of the wolf's pen still roamed her skin, and a petal flower gradually outlined into the shape of a white camellia.

He said: "You have just bathed yourself, and you are not wearing dirty clothes, and when the skirt is on the ground, I naturally see what you should not see and what you shouldn't see." You're also a smart person, so why ask so many times? ”

Bae Daozhu: "......"

Her cheeks reddened.

When ordinary people encounter this situation, in order to avoid suspicion, don't they all answer that they didn't see anything?

Why is Xiao Xuance different from others......

What's even more infuriating is that he is also Lang Jun, who is about to be weak, how can he come into contact with a woman's carcass and not react at all, and he can still paint on her back so calmly?

Could it be that to him, she Pei Daozhu is a stone?

The night was long.

She gradually got used to the coldness of the brush on her skin, and the fingertips holding the white silk gradually relaxed, no longer as embarrassed as she had been at the beginning.

She tilted her head slightly, and saw Xiao Heng lowering her eyelashes with an indifferent expression.

She paused and whispered, "You have traveled to various countries and seen many beauties. How many can I call this skin? ”

Xiao Heng finished painting, put down the brush, and looked at her thin back.

Behind her left shoulder, she depicts several blooming white camellias, making the girl's already perfect carcass even more delicate and graceful.

As if satisfied with the painting work tonight, he lowered his eyelashes, unhurriedly adjusted a plate of gold ink, replaced it with a thinner wolf pen, and continued to inscribe blessings on her back according to the requirements of the Flower God Cult.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Pei Daozhu retracted his gaze boredly.

Just when she thought he was going to be silent forever, he suddenly said as he wrote: "You can be ranked first." ”

He walked through a lot of landscapes.

I've also seen a lot of beauties.

But there is no one who is more white and flawless than Pei Daozhu's skin.

Like a white camellia, delicate but pure.

Pei Daozhu was stunned.

Xu is with him in tonight's calamity, Xu is the palace lights of the temple are too bright, and she inexplicably noticed a trace of rare tenderness from Xiao Heng's tone.

After a long time, she whispered: "Have you ever been moved?" ”

Lang Jun, who was sitting on the side of the bluestone desk, had eyebrows and eyes like mountains, like a holy monk who would not be tempted by the ghosts of the flower god mountain.

His wrist carrying the pen was equally calm: "Never." ”

Pei Daozhu pouted unexpectedly.

She knew it would be the answer.

The Jiulang Jun of the Xiao family is as hard as iron, how difficult it is to impress!

The amber lamp hung high on the roof of the hall, and the pale golden light smeared around the two of them.

I don't know when the blessing words on the girl's thin white back gradually became Buddhist scriptures.

“…… Everything has a way, like a dream bubble. If dew is like electricity, it should be viewed as such. ”

When Xiao Heng came back to his senses, the girl's back was already inscribed with Buddhist scriptures.

His hand tightened quietly.

Over the years, even if he was burdened with national hatred and family hatred, he boasted that his heart was like a Bodhi mirror.

What the hell is tonight......

So restless?

It was written in a Buddhist scripture......

He put down the wolf's hair expressionlessly: "It's done." ”

Pei Daozhu tried hard to look at his back, but he couldn't see anything, so he had to pick up his skirt and put it on in a hurry.

She is a little nervous about her daughter's house who has not left the cabinet: "What happened tonight ......"

Xiao Heng cleaned his hands in the wooden basin: "Although I have a low character, I am not enough to preach this kind of thing." ”

Bae Daozhu bit her lower lip and lowered her head to tidy up her skirt.

Xiao Heng is not a trustworthy person, but his tone is really tight.

She tied her complicated dress and laced it, and suddenly heard the shouts of the "goddess" from outside the hall.

She looked out of the hall.

I don't know when the doors and windows of the temple were locked, and only she and Xiao Heng were left in the hall.

The smoke gradually filled, and the firelight spread along the outside of the hall, instantly igniting the fire oil and dry wood that filled the hall.

She raised an eyebrow: "The ceremony has begun?" ”

Xiao Heng ordered: "Take it off." ”

Pei Daozhu was stunned, raised his hand to cover the lacing: "This ...... Not suitable, right? ”

"What are you thinking?" Xiao Heng glanced at her like an idiot, and decisively took off his robe and soaked it in the wooden basin, "Otherwise, how do you want to get out?" ”

Pei Daozhu was speechless.

It turned out that he had wet his robe so that he could escape from the fire.

She gritted her teeth: "You turn around." ”

Xiao Heng sneered: "It's not like I haven't seen it." ”

Saying this, he still lazily turned his back.

Bae Daozhu was secretly ashamed.

She quickly took off her skirt and soaked it in the basin, looked up and saw the relief mural in front of her, and changed the topic with a red face while dressing: "When I first came in, I saw you staring at the mural with red eyes. What does this mural have to do with you? ”

The content on the mural is a war.

The city was slaughtered all over the field, there were two heads hanging on the city tower, countless white camellias were placed in the ruins, and the white petals were stained red with blood, and it was inexplicably terrifying to look at.

Pei Daozhu put on his clothes, but he didn't see Xiao Heng speak.

She turned to look, and he was staring at the mural, his eyes red again.

Feng's eyes were not filled with tears, but hatred.

She called, "Xiao Xuance? ”

Xiao Heng clenched his fists: "Have you heard of the battle in Xihai City?" ”

Pei Daozhu bowed: "I have read in the history books that Wang Xiao and his family led an army of 200,000 to the north, all the way like a bamboo, recovering more than a dozen cities one after another. After arriving at Xihai City, he was attacked by the northern army. 200,000 hot-blooded children, no life-"

She paused.

She looked at the mural again.

In this way, the head hanging on the city tower is Xiao Xuance's grandfather?

The other one must be the ex-husband of the eldest princess, the head of the Wang family.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and the smoke engulfed the amber lamp, and the black oil flowed down the walls, gradually staining the treacherous and cruel frescoes.

"The defeat of the Northern Expedition was not a strategic mistake, but a betrayal. In the middle of the night, someone opened the gates of Xihai City. Xiao Heng did not shy away from mentioning these to Pei Daozhu, "In the court of the southern country, there are traitors who collude with foreign races. When the bodies of my grandfather and the head of the Wang family were returned, they both held a branch of white camellia in their hands. I want revenge, the only clue is white camellia. ”

Pei Daozhu suddenly brightened.

No wonder Xiao Heng is so persistent in the Flower God Sect.

The Cult of the Flower God believes in the white camellia.

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