"Wolf into the tiger's mouth?" Qingqiu still had a small piece of steamed bun left between his slender jade fingers, his beautiful eyes turned slightly, and he whispered softly: "Do you remember the Blazing Flame Guild?" ”

The sycamore chick nodded like a peck of rice, and looked at her sister with a pair of big eyes.

"And the content of the intelligence is the Qi Palace, which is also the reason why he came to Wushan Yunyu, maybe he participated in the bloody Shangshu Mansion last night!"

Qingqiu's words are not unfounded, first, the soul power of the pseudo-heavenly realm captured two faint breaths leaving from Wushan Yunyu last night;

Second, with Sikong Haoran's character, he would never stay in Wushan Yunyu for one night, even if his understanding of him was very shallow, Qingqiu believed in his instincts;

Third, last night there were at least two breaths that were tentative in the direction of their sisters, and although they were unintentional, they couldn't escape her powerful soul perception.

As for how Qingqiu knew that there was a Qi Hall in the information, because she spent a lot of money to buy everything that happened after Sikong Haoran entered the Blazing Flame Guild.

"Sister, are you saying that Sikong Haoran has joined the Qi Palace?" Wutong said something that he couldn't believe, gathered his voice into a line, and said suspiciously: "Killing the emperor has a pivotal position in the dark night, and he has also received the personal inheritance of the other three hall masters, if you want to join the killer organization, the dark night is the best choice." ”

"He must be afraid of lonely souls, right?"

Qingqiu shook his head, chewing the last piece of steamed bun between his lips and teeth, and the soul voice sounded: "The ancient killing of the heirs of the domain, the killing of stars and greedy wolves, the madness of war, and the life of killing, do you think he will be afraid of lonely souls!"

"The last words of the Warcraft Forest, he said that one day he would go to the dark night to challenge the lonely soul, but in fact, he should not want to rely on the protection of the killing emperor anymore, he needs a broader world, and needs the experience and baptism of life and death. ”

Wutong bowed slightly, his eyes turned slightly, and his eyebrows curled: "I found that my sister knows Sikong Haoran's stinky boy well, and I don't know where he got the blessing in his previous life, with a confidant like you." ”

Qingqiu's teacup in the palm of his hand stagnated slightly, glanced at the laughing Wutong angrily, and said again: "Zen Qinglan has insight into the heavens, there was a prophecy, seven killings are thieves who disturb the world, broken armies are generals who dominate the world, and greedy wolves are treacherous and treacherous people. ”

"This is also the reason why the Demon Sect Sect Leader Mo Crow will hunt down the Seven Kills and break the army at any cost. The root cause of the catastrophe of the Canglan Sword Sect was collusion on the surface, but the reason for this was because of the killing star and greedy wolf. ”

"Greedy Wolf Star leaves the Sword Sect, it won't take long for Mo Crow to gain an insight, he doesn't want to go to the dark night, and the Qi Hall is also a good place. ”

It's a good place, treat the Qi Hall as a refuge! If Bei Xuanwu hears this, he will definitely teach Qingqiu a hard lesson regardless of his identity, and let her know why the scorching sun in the sky is so hot.

"Thieves, generals, soldiers, the number of lives is really terrifying and elusive," Wutong put away his smile, and looked at Wushan Yunyu: "Is this going to divide the world into three parts? If it is a person, then who will it be, seven kills, breaking the army, or greedy wolf?"

Qingqiu also wanted to know about this question, but no matter who it was, he didn't grow up, and if he didn't clear the Demon Sect and kill the ink crow, all of this was empty talk.

It's just that they didn't think that with the level that the two of them could reach, how could they know that everything was just a game between the Heavenly Dao and the Ancient Killing Domain.

Opposite the Chunjiang Yue Restaurant.

The gates of Wushan Yunyu were closed and fell silent, because they opened their doors in the afternoon.

On the third floor, in the Tianzi room, on the wide bed, a delicate figure snuggled tightly on the chest of a sturdy man.

Purple Mandarin talked with Bei Xuanwu for a long time last night, and used a little trick, and finally made Bei Xuanwu defeated, the two had already secretly fallen in love with each other, and the love was deep, and finally pierced the thin layer of window paper.

The morning glow shines through the window, and the warm sunlight shines on the quiet room, the gentle breathing and the undulating chest are like the resonance of Qin Xiao when he interacts.

The purple duck slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were full of infinite tenderness and honey, feeling the familiar breath, familiar temperature, and familiar taste around her, and her unparalleled face was more happy and sweet.

Just looked at him quietly, breathing with his breathing, rising and falling with his chest, his delicate red lips outlined a brilliant arc, and even his eyes narrowed into two curved crescents.

The slender jade fingers moved slowly, touching the fine stubble of Bei Xuanwu's chin, soft and sharp, brushing the green jade fingers, caressing every inch of skin and every capillary blood pore under her fingers......

At this moment, the warm sunlight and soft elements seem to be giving envious glances, and even this square meter of air is filled with the smell of happiness.

Bei Xuanwu opened his eyes, looked at the person next to the pillow, felt the fullness of the squeezing on his chest, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose slightly.

He had already woken up, as if he didn't want to break this beauty, and as if he was enjoying the caress of a beautiful woman... The left hand gently swept over her blown-up cheeks, nose, and red lips, lifted her delicate chin, and gently kissed the pink red lips.

The lip flap slowly separates, as if it is tasting shallowly, and it seems to be aftertaste.

Zi Yuan's cheeks were covered with a faint red glow, as if he was slightly drunk after just drinking a glass of wine, and said softly: "What are you looking at." ”

"I'm looking, the man who stole my breath. Bei Xuanwu's ten fingers slowly slid down from the purple mandarin's nose, and hugged the people around him: "What are you looking at?" ”

"I'm in... Breathe your breath. The purple duck approached his ear, and the breath between his lips and teeth and his nose seemed to be murmuring.

Eat and smile, everything is spring.

Bei Xuanwu couldn't help but be a little stupid, as if the four seasons of spring and autumn, flowing rainbows, are not as good as this smile.

Purple Mandarin Azine raised her head lightly, her eyes were like a hundred flowers, and her red lips opened lightly: "Do you know how to describe a woman who is stunning and captivating?"

Bei Xuanwu stared at the person who was close to him, and at the moment when he was about to speak, a green jade pointed between his slightly opened and closed teeth, and smiled coquettishly: "Stand without it." ”

"Chilling?" Bei Xuanwu's face was slightly puzzled, and then he seemed to think of something, and just as he was about to speak, he was turned over by the purple mandarin.

The hands pressed on his chest increased a little more strength, the jade body in his sight was as white as snow, the slender waist was slender willow, and two pink jade beads appeared and disappeared in the green silk, and the tip of his nose was once again filled with the breath of intoxication and soullessness.

Her slender snow-white legs slowly parted and straddled Bei Xuanwu's body in an M-shape, she wouldn't know that her action was enough to make the purest souls in the world willing to fall into the dark abyss of sin...

... After about an hour, the two reluctant people gradually subsided.

The smile on Zi Yuan's face is a happiness that she has never had, if she can, she is willing to put down everything in her hands, give up everything, from early morning to dusk, from the mountains to the study, just quietly by his side.

Touching every inch of skin on her body, feeling her breath, the smile on her face was even stronger, no one would have thought that the Qi Palace's decisive and cold-blooded and ruthless Northern Xuanwu would have such a tender side.

The boy who tasted the good for the first time seemed to be unsatisfied, and the corners of his slightly upturned lips raised a wicked smile, and after eating the marrow, he couldn't help but want to turn over the clouds and rain again.

How could Zi Yuan not know Bei Xuanwu's thoughts, his right hand gently pressed against his chest, and said with a smile: "The coming day is long, and there will be time in the future." ”

Stretching out her hand, the light yellow and purple red robe was tightly bound to her perfect curve between the slight turns of her delicate body, and her head hung down, and a soul jade appeared in her palm: "This is all the information of the Yan family, the imperial capital of the Dragon Teng Empire." ”

"According to the two breaths you gave me, that old man's name is Yan Gexing, a half-step sword saint, and he is in the same realm as you; ”

With a flick of the purple mandarin's fingers, the soul jade was suspended in front of Bei Xuanwu's eyes, and the lotus step appeared on his side: "Why are you suddenly interested in the Yan family?"

"Yan Bird, the mystery of the wind?" Bei Xuanwu muttered to himself, the soul jade was held in the palm of his hand, and all the information of the Yan family was well known to him, and he turned his head and said, "He is interested in the Yan family!"

"Oh?" Zi Yuan sighed softly, glanced at Bei Xuanwu meaningfully, and seemed to have an understanding in his heart: "Although the Yan family is not ranked among the six major families of Murong, Leng, Qiu, Du, Ye, and Yunhuang, the Yan family is deeply rooted in the Longteng Empire, a clan of three sword emperors, a half-step sword saint, and now there is another swallow bird with the mystery of the wind, and their prestige will definitely rise." ”

"It's just... The mystery of the wind of the Yan Bird is hidden, and it seems that the Yan family does not want him to be known to the world at present, it seems that they want to make a splash and become one of the six major families. ”

"And Yanque is not outstanding in the Yan family, and he is also a gentleman in the imperial capital," Zi Yuan's beautiful eyes moved slightly: "Everything is to hide people's eyes, he is a person who should not be underestimated." ”

The bird knows the ambition of the bird, how can the bird know the ambition of the bird, before the wings are full, they will lie dormant in the abyss, and one day the same wind will rise, and it will be like a kunpeng soaring up to 90,000 miles.

Bei Xuanwu bowed slightly, as if he was thinking, he didn't know why Sikong Haoran was interested in Yanque, and he didn't think that things would be without a root, his eyebrows condensed slightly: "The matter of coming to Gusu in the Western Regions this time has been resolved, and the news from Dongcanglong requires me to rush back to the Qi Palace, and it will not be long after..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zi Yuan, and there seemed to be resentment in his eyes: "You can't leave more time to accompany me." ”

Bei Xuanwu stretched out his right hand, stroked her hair, hugged the beauty into his arms, and said softly: "With you here, I am very relieved, when you think of me, maybe you will see me as soon as you turn your head." ”

He patted the weak fragrant shoulder, smelled the breath emanating from her body, and showed a bright smile on his face, and the purple duck greedily sucked on his taste, and snorted his head.

On the third floor of Wushan Yunyu, in the yellow room, Sikong Haoran slowly opened his eyes.

The majestic Xuan Qi in his body roamed every inch of his body, and the souls of the "swordsmen" assassinated last night had all been refined at this time, and the pure soul power overflowed in the golden soul ocean. The Soul Refining Ding is even more agile, and the mud pill palace contained in it, the concave and convex lines on the surface are becoming clearer and clearer, and the cracks that were cracked before have not increased again, but the white thunder that flashes out from time to time seems to have grown a little stronger.

"The number of these souls devoured is far from enough, and a large number of souls are needed to break through the fourth level of soul dueling, which is a bottomless pit. Sikong Haoran sighed in his heart, it would be fine if it was just the Soul Refining Ding Devouring, but there was still an evil blade mirage in the Soul Ocean that could not be fed.

In addition to the Evil Blade Mirage, his concerns also include Murong Yingxue of the Sword Sect, and even the Supreme Elder Jun Yue who gave him the illusion of danger, the battle between the Soul Refining Ding was imminent, and he had to dare to break through the Heavenly Realm in front of her and temper a perfect soul clone to deal with the sudden vicious battle.

Just as Sikong Haoran was pondering, the door of the yellow room was gently pushed open.

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