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This **, until Xiao Yao was exhausted, Hong Lingbo was sweating profusely, and it came to an end. (Please search for the fastest novel website!) The two of them lay on the bed made of clothes, and slowly recalled the moments they spent together on the mountain platform. When Hong Lingbo inadvertently talked about the time when she almost hit Xiao Yao on the cheek with her buttocks because she didn't notice him, she suddenly felt like a peach, and she was so ashamed that she refused to say any more no matter what. Xiao Yao wanted her to reenact the scene of that day in this dilapidated house, so that she could experience the intoxicating atmosphere when she pressed her palms on her beautiful buttocks that day, but no matter what, Hong Lingbo just refused. Seeing this, Xiao Yao was no longer forced, and after taking a breath, he laughed evilly, and with his arms strong, he hugged Hong Lingbo beside him horizontally on his body at once, wrapped his hands around her back, and explored and touched it little by little.

Hong Lingbo was hugged by Xiao Yao's body and pressed him face to face, at this moment, the cheeks of the two were not more than an inch apart, and from time to time there were bursts of strong masculine breath into her nose, which made her feel unusually shy, and her body twisted from side to side a few times in an attempt to break away. But she was so hot and warm, such lingering tenderness had already made her sour and weak, and she couldn't use any strength at the moment, and this shaking not only did not make her successfully break free from Xiao Yao's arms, but the immature twin peaks on her chest became more and more itchy, as if she had to be rubbed well.

After feeling this change in his body, Hong Lingbo was so ashamed that he didn't dare to move anymore, so he had to grit his teeth secretly, endure the slightly itchy and unbearable feeling in his chest, and obediently lowered his head, put his cheek on Xiao Yao's collarbone, and let Xiao Yao's hands slowly stroke down from his smooth back until he reached his buttocks and gently grasped it. After Xiao Yao felt that Hong Lingbo was no longer resisting, his hands immediately opened widely, and he kneaded and grabbed them lightly. He would close his five fingers together and grasp a handful of snow-white buttocks in the palm of his hand, and then move his fingers again, gently touching every inch of skin with the tips of each finger. Feeling this kind of finger wrapping, there was still a faint sound of Hong Lingbo's low moaning with the movements of his hands, Xiao Yao felt pity, turned his head slightly, and kissed Hong Lingbo's silky and delicate show affectionately.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and Xiao Yao, who was already dry-mouthed, saw this scene, and finally reluctantly let go of Hong Lingbo, and the two got up and dressed, but neither said much. This ** joy, although Xiao Yao was unharmed in Jingyuan, the ** that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time was suddenly released, and the feeling of relaxation and comfort also made him flutter and almost sleepy. After Hong Lingbo finished dressing himself, when he was about to serve Xiao Yao to dress, he opened his eyes, but saw Hong Lingbo tied a tassel bun at will, three thousand green silk tied up with a belt, and a hibiscus warm jade hairpin was inserted obliquely, leaving only two strands of green silk hanging on his chest;

Looking at such a thrilling beauty, the evil fire that had just faded in Xiao Yao's heart suddenly rose again. He stood up, and just wanted to reach out to hug Hong Lingbo again, but Hong Lingbo had already seen the longing that was gradually rising in his eyes, and after gently dodging it, he said: "It's not a short time for us to come out, the old master must have beaten your long sword well, let's go get it back, and then go back to the inn." As he spoke, he took Xiao Yao's clothes and put them on for him.

Xiao Yao listened to Hong Lingbo's words, and thought to himself, as the saying goes, if the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight, there is really no need for him to be so anxious, greedy for this moment and a half of cheapness, so he smiled and nodded, and let Hong Lingbo serve and put on the clothes and accessories one by one.

When the two walked into the thatched hut, the sky was in full bloom, and it was almost dusk when they walked out of the hut, but they saw that the sun was slanting westward, and the clouds were burning red, and the whole sky seemed to have become a sea of fire. The thatched hut and other things were also painted with a faint layer of fiery red, as if they were reflected red by a fire on the edge of the sky in the vast dark night; although the eyes were all warm, the wind in the valley had a slight feeling of coldness, and when it blew on the skin, it would unconsciously raise a layer of fine small bumps; the black shadow of the opposite mountain peak pressed heavily on the thatched hut beside Xiao Yao, and gradually mixed with the night moon shadow, and the outline could no longer be seen. Xiao Yao has lived in the city since he was a child, and he has never traveled to any famous mountain resort, and after suddenly seeing such a beautiful scenery in this mountain, he was stunned for a while. He stood in front of the hut, looked up at the sky, and before he knew it, he forgot to walk.

Hong Lingbo saw that he was so engrossed, and he couldn't bear to disturb him, so he stood quietly beside him, and looked up at the sky with a gentle smile. The eyes of the two shot out, and after the end of the heavenly road intersected at some point in the distance, Xiao Yao's heart moved, turned his head, glanced at Hong Lingbo gently, and gently hugged her fragrant shoulder, and Hong Lingbo leaned his head on Xiao Yao's shoulder. On the occasion of the sunset, there are beautiful women such as will, private secret promises, two hearts reflect each other, a qiē is like the beautiful scenery in the picture.

It wasn't until the golden wheel sank to the west and completely submerged below the horizon that Xiao Yao took Hong Lingbo back to Feng Mofeng's small blacksmith shop. At this time, Feng Mofeng was sitting on the bench, with a whetstone in front of him, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword horizontally, and the four fingers of his left hand pressed on the sword surface, his body swaying back and forth, and he was rubbing the sword that had been built.

Xiao Yao saw that the long sword had been completed, so he hurriedly walked over and looked at it carefully. But seeing that the long sword was about three feet long and more than three inches wide, the sword surface was flat and smooth, and there was no pattern decoration, and the hilt had been installed by Feng Mofeng, it was a log handle with a slightly narrower end and a wider middle. The whole sword looked plain and unremarkable, and there was nothing eye-catching, but the sharp tip of the sword and the cold sword light reflected in the only glimmer of heavenly light still showed the sharpness of the sword.

Feng Mofeng saw Xiao Yao and Hong Lingbo coming back, and said with a smile: "It's really time for the two of you to come back, this sword will be sharpened immediately, wait a while, this son will be able to use it." As he spoke, his hand increased significantly, and the room was suddenly filled with a stabbing sound.

After a while, Feng Mofeng bent down, scooped a scoop of water from the bucket beside him and poured it on the sword, and after grinding it a few times, he stood up with the sword, found a piece of coarse cloth and put it in his hand, and wiped it on the sword body from bottom to top with his hand. Suddenly, a cold light swept through the room, and when it shot on Xiao Yao's eyes, he immediately felt that his eyes were sore and unbearable, as if he had been punched hard, and the tears flowed uncontrollably, Xiao Yao covered his eyes with his hands, massaged and rubbed for a while, before stopping the tears and opening his eyes.