In the middle of March, the rain of apricot blossoms that are not wet is lingering like flowers blooming at will, and there seems to be no new germination of green trees.

The disciples of the sect walked in the rain, feeling the rain as light as a floating mist, and letting the thin silk brush on their faces.

The rain slid down the fireproof and waterproof robe and fell on the blue-slate stone floor, and a few threads cut into the neck, but the spiritual power to protect the body did not cause discomfort at all, but eased the worried thoughts slightly.

In the whole sect, the one who may be the most comfortable and leisurely is the daughter of the head of the family, that is, Lin Qianqian.

Listening to the sound of the rain, he had just been fed by Chu Ming's good cooking skills, and rubbed his little belly on his big bed with a new pink and white mattress.

In the end, I sat cross-legged, and my spiritual power worked for thirty-six weeks, and the feeling of satiety gradually subsided a little, but it did not stop.

In the past few decades of retreat, I have become accustomed to the pace of cultivation, and there has been obvious progress in my state of mind.

Water Spiritual Power Ice Spiritual Power gradually poured over from all directions, happily surrounding this person who made them feel extra friendly.

But he didn't forcibly rush into her eighteen veins of the Qi Sutra, Lin Qianqian's divine sense let go, seeing that they were so cute, let go of the floodgates, and they came in all of a sudden, surrounding Lin Qianqian's villain.

This is when she was in retreat later, because she had fun (good: the fourth tone), she found that her divine consciousness could be condensed, so she ran around her dantian and began her daily patrol career.

Then, unintentionally, I found that there was always a group of stupid little cuties outside the eighteen veins of the Qi Jing, surrounded by them, just like the big hairy hapi dogs they used to raise.

When I accidentally caught a glimpse of them, my little tail wagged happily, but it was extraordinarily polite, as if as long as Lin Qianqian waved at them, he would rush over and pounce into your arms like a skyrocket, adding to your face.

The cuties are like big hairy ones, as if she will rush over to you and kiss you at the slightest beckoning command.

So, Lin Qianqian really 'beckoned' without thinking.

As a result, the villain condensed by Lin Qianqian was surrounded by them.

Then there was no greeting, and they all rushed into her Eighteen Veins of the Wonder Sutra.

Lin Qianqian is accustomed to getting rid of the villains and calming down the spiritual power fluctuations brought by the cuties.

Swallow and exhale, little by little, dredge the eighteen veins of the Qi Sutra that have been slightly widened, the palms are down, and the hands are flat and slowly exhale.

Lin Qianqian opened his eyes, yawned slightly, and then closed his eyes and lay down.

I didn't see that there were many late cutie and lonely 'little eyes' around me.

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Misty and rainy, the same green mountains and green waters, cloud-filled smoke lakes.

"Hmm~", the streams and mountains are clear, the flat green grassland, a burst of reverie, scratching the heart and lungs, ups and downs.

"Ah!", within a moment, the man's voice burst into a roar, but at the same time, there was a cry of pain from the cross tilted at 45 degrees.

One is like experiencing earthly bliss, and the other is like going to purgatory on earth.

At the bottom of the cross, blood was pouring down, followed by white matter.

One is rigid and the other is soft, and what falls under his feet are cruel torture instruments, whips, candles, pliers, and pocket spiral gadgets.

Among them, the most blood-stained was a cone-shaped, long style, with dense sharp thorns on it, and the woman on the cross fainted in complete pain.

Rows of cages passed, and on the cross, there were men and women, their heads drooping at the moment, like fish on a sticky board, or rather, like criminals in the eighteenth layer of purgatory, experiencing the ultimate torture of human bliss and human purgatory.

This pair is the last one.

Their master looked from the beginning to the end with satisfaction, and with a little finger, all the people in the white cage disappeared into thin air.

Leave the mess on the ground alone.

After admiring it for a while, the silver pupils looked slightly dark, and the dead eyes fluctuated the most at this time, and while waving his hand to return to their original state, their eyes also returned to their original state.

Mo Li, who was stunned and staring at the smoke and rain diagram with great interest, saw the master glance over, and hurriedly lowered his head.

"Master, the man has reappeared. The last place to disappear is the imperial capital over there. ”

"Oh?", the three thousand silver threads were only tied up with a streamer silver hairpin, and the long silver smooth hair on both sides fell with the slight side of the master's head.

There is a faint fragrance of hibiscus flowers and a hint of musk-fragrance wafting into the nose, and the nose moves slightly, and the amplitude expands slightly.

"Go and prepare, I'm going to meet them. It's been so long, it's time to go out......"

The silver-haired and silver-eyed are dressed in an ink-colored satin robe, and the slightly sideways hands make people see clearly, the inside of the robe is bordered by a silver hollow hibiscus pattern, and the thin belt is loosely tied around the waist, holding an ivory folding fan and rubbing it, and looking at Mo Li with thin and cool eyes.

Feeling the slight tremor of the folding fan in his hand, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he no longer looked at Mo Li, and played with the folding fan carefully.

Mo Li swallowed the words back into his stomach, his throat was slightly choked, and he retreated.

With a 'whoosh-la', the folding fan was slowly unfolded, and on it was a pattern of a beautiful woman holding an umbrella and smiling.

She was wearing a sweet light green wide-sleeved broken tail skirt with a hundred butterflies and flowers, vaguely revealing one or two, a fair lady, covered with a light purple ylang ylang plush gold silk cloak, like a fairy who fell into the mortal dust, gloomy, as if she could only look up.

Like a breeze blowing through the skirt, the skirt saw the arc fluttering, and a pair of slightly curved apricot eyes are indescribably charming.

At the moment when the folding fan was opened and the silver pupil touched the apricot eye, the beauty was alive, embarrassed and scared, stunned for a few moments, threw down the umbrella and ran, like a poor rabbit suddenly targeted by a silver wolf.

The shoes trimmed with gold were dropped by the run, and the bare feet were white, and the mud did not affect the beauty of the touch.

Seeing this, the silver pupil touched the angular white chin, and there was a rare faint soft smile under his eyes.

But soon, the eyebrows were full of boundless loneliness, followed by boundless slaughter haze, bleeding gums, spreading, and the silver pupils looked at the person who was holding the umbrella again and smiling at the city.

Rubbing the face in the center of the fan, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth without care, and closed it suddenly, and the white teeth of the forest were in a trance, which was terrifying.

The folding fan was originally an ivory bead, which had already given birth to spiritual wisdom, but it was polished into a fine traceability bead and sent to this person's hands.

gave birth to Lingzhi, and at first felt that this master was not as handsome as a mortal, especially a silver hair, a stunning face, a pair of silver eyes, and a gentle and gentle temperament.

It felt that this master was very good, and quietly observed the master's prosperity every day.

The hostess, no, the future hostess is also beautiful, cute and charming, and kind-hearted, and the two seem to it to be a match made in heaven.

However, suddenly one day, the host is no longer gentle, and the hostess is gone forever.

Everything has changed.

The once gentle Qianqianyu son has become brutal, unkind, cruel and vicious, and countless lives are lost when he talks and laughs.

Especially after becoming this position coveted by tens of thousands of people, he completely let go of himself, and even... He also has a penchant for torture and murder.

The Bone Erosion Hall was founded by him, and everyone hated and did not cooperate from the beginning, and later they would rather take the initiative to receive punishment from the Bone Erosion Hall than let this person do it himself.

Later, as if the Bone Eclipse Hall was tired of playing, it began to paint, and everyone, including itself, silently breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't want to, this painting was not another painting.

Inside is an upgraded version of Lust Punishment.

It's not terrible, it's terrible that it is about to be satisfied, the moment it is about to be satisfied, the taste of falling from heaven to hell.