Qiang Liang and Jiufeng's foreheads were about to be dripped, and they rushed together and said: "What's the matter, you who persuaded you to make peace have also come to participate in peace! There is no need for your own brother to do this!"

As soon as the words fell, the string sound came, and the song of the storm sounded: its shape was also like a shock, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine. The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind. Looking at it from afar, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow, and when you are forced to observe it, it is scorching like a hibiscus rising out of the waves. The fiber is heartfelt, and the fit is shortened. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as plain. Stretch the neck and show the neck, and the quality is exposed. Fangze has no addition, lead Huafu Yu. The clouds are ethereal, and the eyebrows are trimmed. Dan lips are bright outside, bright teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good, and Jing Fu inherits power. Magnificent and elegant, quiet and leisurely. Tenderness and flattery in words. The strange clothes are magnificent, and the bone image should be pictured. The brilliance of the cloth, the brilliance of the Yaobi. Wear gold and emerald jewelry, embellished with pearls to show off your body. Practice the literature of the long journey, and drag the light of the fog. The fragrance of the faint orchid is stumbling in the corner of the mountain.

So he suddenly indulged in the body, in order to play. Leaning on the left and picking the flag, the right shade the laurel flag. The soil Hao wrist is in the gods, picking the Xuanzhi of the turbulent se. The rest of the affection is beautiful, and the heart is oscillating but not pleasant. Unscrupulous media to pick up the joy, relying on microwaves and excuses. May the sincerity be the first, and the jade will be appreciated. The belief and cultivation of the beautiful woman, the Qiang practice ceremony and the poem. Anti-Qiong Jue is peaceful and Yuxi, referring to the abyss and the period. The money of the dependents is real, and I am afraid of the spirit of self-deception. Feeling the abandonment of words, hesitation and suspicion. Accept the harmony and quiet ambition, and Shen Li to prevent self-sufficiency.

So Luo was enlightened, wandering and hesitating, and the divine light was detached, and the yin and yang were at first glance. The light body of the Zhu stands with a crane, if it will fly but does not fly. The pepper is coated with lush and intense, and the steps are thin and fragrant. The super long chant is eternal admiration, and the voice is mournful and long.

Er is a mixture of spirits, fate and roaring couples, or play clear streams, or soar gods, or pick pearls, or pick green feathers. From the second concubine of Nanxiang, with the traveling daughter of Hanbin. Sigh the incomparable melon, sing the solitude of the morning glory. Yang is light and sloppy, and the sleeves are trimmed to prolong. The body is swift and flying, fluttering like a god, Ling Bo is micro-stepping, and Luo socks are dusty. Impermanence is the rule, if the danger is safe. Enter the difficult period, if you go back. Turning the eyes and flowing essence, smooth and jade. The words were not spit out, and the breath was like a quiet orchid. Gorgeous and graceful, it makes me forget to eat.

So the wind was closed, and the waves were quiet after the river. Feng Yi sounded the drum, and Nuwa sang the song. Teng Wenyu rode with the police, and Ming Yuluan passed away. The six dragons are like their heads, the descendants of the cloud-carrying car, the whale salamander and the hub, and the waterfowl fly and defend.

So the North of the Yue. After Nangang, Su Ling, back to Qingyang, moving Zhu lips to Xu Yan, Chen handed over the outline. The way of hating people and gods is different, and resentment is not appropriate in the prime of life. Resist Luo to cover up the tears, the waves of tears. The mourning will be eternal and mourning, and the mourning will be in a foreign land. There is no affection to serve love, and to dedicate the Mingjue of Jiangnan. Although he is hidden in the Taiyin, he has always placed his heart on the king. Suddenly did not realize what he was abandoning, and the night was darkened.

So he put down the mausoleum on his back, left his feet to God, imagined his feelings, and looked forward to sorrow. The reformation of the spirit body, the light boat and the trace. Floating in the long river and forgetting to return, thinking and increasing admiration. The night is sleepless, and the frost comes to the dawn. Command the servant and drive, and I will return to the east road. He tried to resist the strategy, but he couldn't go.

Everyone was attracted by the sound of the piano, and gathered together to watch the wonders of this Guwei Mountain!

"It's not good! This is Concubine Mi! This is already our second day in Guwei Mountain!" said in surprise to the door:

Yi Yao looked at this beautiful woman who was envious of herself, and thought of the words that day, "...... Lingering with Hebo all day long, indulgent and luxurious. She spoiled herself with this, and finally changed her temperament, and at the end of this dragon water, she met people and charming, and cannibalism. I was surprised to see that this fairy, who does not eat the fireworks of the world, would end up in such a field, "cough! We women are really miserable, if I were like this, I am afraid I would be so willing to fall! After being ruined, he was abandoned by his lover, and then he would rather live with Hebo for the rest of his life!"

The voice of Yi Yao's words was very small, but what he listened to the door was true, and his eyes were blurred by Yi Yao's words to drive out the emotions of compassion.

Concubine Mi moved the lotus step lightly, holding the lyre in her hand, and the four fingers of her right hand were side by side in front of her mouth and said, "Hehe! My Guwei Mountain has so many rare guests today!"

Concubine Mi looked at everyone, smiled coquettishly, and said in the heart of the Buddha: "Tomorrow, I will come to bring you to my dragon water to spend the Spring Festival together!"

Yi Yao's whole body trembled, she really couldn't think that such a beautiful woman was as virtuous as lazy - they all want to eat people!

The door belongs to a rare person in the world, and Yi Yao is a daughter, only the remaining Jiufeng, Qiangliang, Lazy, and Yan are confused by beauty, and they are unwilling to look away from a ray of gaze!

Concubine Mi smiled again and again, in the moonlight, scratching her head and posing, so enchanting!

Concubine Mi said with a prodigal look: "Come to me one by one, so that you can have fun every day like Hebo!"

He shook his head at Xiangmen, not confused, and said: "What a concubine! I have long known that everyone who comes to Guwei Mountain will not be able to escape the second day, and they will be bewitched by you and become food in your mouth, I don't know if there are exceptions!"

Concubine Mi raised her delicate body, she looked at the door in surprise, knowing that he had something to say!

This concubine plucked the strings with her fingers, looking forward to Shenfei, her eyes were sharply embellished with smiles, and her slender jade hands picked up the sound of the piano, dancing and staggering, and there was really a drunken aftersound, surround the ears!

This lyre is not an ordinary qin, not an ordinary qin, not a fairy qin, but a vast and wonderful piano that no one can see, and the chaos has not opened a spiritual root to create a true cultivation qin. It has gone through a long period of time, absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, and was baptized by the glory of the sun and the moon, first generating five strings.

These five strings have five elements: dark alloy, wood, water, fire, and earth, and contain the five tones of palace, business, horn, micro, and feather. Legend has it that this seven-stringed piano was a five-stringed guqin at the beginning, but when King Wen was imprisoned, he missed his son Bo Yi Kao, and added a string for Wen Xian, and stayed until the period of King Wu's war, King Wu added a string, which was for Wu Xian!

The lyre was born from this, I never thought that it would fall into the hands of Concubine Mi, it is really a rare opportunity, this lyre and Kunlun mirror are generally ancient artifacts!

I saw that the moonlight was dim, the clouds were thick, and the earth was quietly shrouded in darkness like no other!

The wind is surging, and the piano sound is constant!

Only Xiangmen and Yi Yao were swept into the bottom of the dragon water by the tornado. Seeing that Yiyao was not in danger, but he was just bound like him, so he didn't resist, and went straight with this tornado, going far away, rushing in!

Gu Wei Mountain Longyu underwater, the door and Yi Yao swayed, standing unsteadily as if they were about to fall to the ground, the door was not afraid of danger, the undercurrent spirit, luck changed, one hand slapped Yi Yao's back, forcing Yi Yao to run the underwater breathing method!

Yi Yao took a big breath, still dizzy, leaning over the shoulder of the door, simply closing her eyes and breathing her heartbeat!

The door to the door has a full view of the palace of the underwater concubine of Longyu, "The arrangement is really fine!"

Concubine Mi came slowly and said, "Did you mean the person who escaped under my nose just now?"

"Otherwise?" he looked away from the door and turned to answer Concubine Mi.

"Joke! I hate the most affectionate man in my life, how could I let one go?" said Concubine Mi, shaking the pink lining on her gorgeous arm.

"Hehe! Luo Shen, do you hate the unrighteous people the most because of Hebo? or because of your descendants?" Yi Yao listened to the provocation of the door, lowered her head, moved lightly, pulled the white windbreaker of the door, and signaled to the door not to say such mean words that angered Concubine Mi.

Concubine Mi felt extremely humiliated when she heard this discolored remark, and said angrily: "Whether it is Hebo, Hou Yi is also a person who has seen different ideas, boy, how did you know about my past!"

"Hehe! Hugh said Hebo, isn't such a man who seduces you also a scapegoat for yourself!

Are you together?" said to the façade in a straight voice:

"Dead! Any stinky man who has ravaged me will not escape death!" said Concubine Mi:

"So I'm going to be spared!" said the door, smiling at the corner of his mouth!

"Don't think about it! You know too much, if the people of the world know these scars of my past from your mouth, then you will still have it!" Concubine Mi Liu Ye frowned and said:

Concubine Mi walked gracefully sideways and said: "I not only hate these stinky men, but I can't see the tenderness and sweetness of others, a match made in heaven." Whatever the heavens want you to be in pairs, I want to break you up! Especially like the two of you, it is very much to my taste!" Concubine Mi licked her lips strangely and said:

"You old woman!" Yi Yao mustered up the courage to scold:

"What are you talking about, you dare to say that I am an old woman!" Concubine Mi's face was full of anger.

"I can understand his brute eating people, his whole body is slimy and disgusting, you are really a perfect match! one is pickled, the other is filthy! Hehehehe!" Yi Yao smiled bitterly, but he didn't smile! Quickly hide behind the door and wait for Concubine Mi to get angry!

"You! you!" Concubine Mi gritted her teeth angrily, closed her eyes and recuperated!

Concubine Mi is naturally beautiful, and there is no one who can compare with her! But she was humiliated by a weak little woman like this metaphor, how can she not hate, how can she not be angry! Throughout the ages, all of them are fascinated by the "coveting" Concubine Mi Luoshen's rioters, and there are many people in the present world: the green pond shakes and receives the Xingjin, and the orchid is rolled into the white apple, which should be the socks on the Luo Shen wave, and there is fragrant dust in the lotus stamen so far!

"Little Niangpi, it will make you worse than dead in a while!" Concubine Mi said gracefully:

"Luoshen! Concubine Mi! You want us to die! Don't you think about it! Princess Qingling's short sword has taught us the way to restrain you, I'm afraid you can't do anything wrong in this world!" Yi Yao suddenly shouted, "What a beautiful ruffian, what you don't do well, you have to eat people to live! Not only are you filthy, but you have also lost all your humanity, and you still call Luoshen! How can you do it! Take on the word Concubine Mi, this word Luoshen! It's really shameless! If you were so ruined by Hebo, and Hou Yi was so abandoned and died, I think that the remnants of the flowers and willows will not be pitied!"

Looking at the door, Concubine Mi's face was blue for a while, red for a while, and purple for a while, knowing that Concubine Mi was angry, and heard Concubine Mi shouting: "You are looking for death!