Pushing Hua Wuyi to the ground, Gan Ping didn't dare to look at the delicate body that was full of spring, and hurriedly grabbed Hua Wuyi's hand that was still in his pants, and pinched the wrist and took it out. Until leaving, the little white hand was still playing tricks, and played it reluctantly. This made Gan Ping snort, and his straight waist was almost bowed into shrimp. With a blushing face, Gan Ping pushed the strange jade hand away, quickly fastened his trouser pockets in three or two steps, and rushed to the door in three steps and two steps, and left the room in an instant.

Hua Wuyi, whose clothes were half-exposed and full of red tides, didn't care that she had already lost her spring, and her graceful body had been exposed to the air. A pair of wonderful eyes looked at Gan Ping's panicked back, and their eyes were full of regret and unwillingness. Raised the hand that had just been placed in Gan Ping's shirt to his mouth and nose, and bursts of seductive masculine breath came, which made the woman who relied on double cultivation to refine her heart itch, stretched out her pink and tender small fragrant tongue, and licked her palm, as if she wanted to swallow all the remaining breath in her abdomen, "Little enemy, you are mine, I must get you..." There was a slightly sickly laugh from the room.

Although it is for the pursuit of immortal immortality that he has practiced such embarrassing exercises, but when he thinks of himself, an immortal in the eyes of secular people, he actually sells his body every day like that lowly Qinglou woman, and the strong psychological gap over the years has already distorted Hua Wuyi's mind, and Gan Ping, a pure yang body but shy and shy young man, just satisfies the somewhat distorted psychology of her collar.

The panicked Gan Ping escaped from the dark room, the gentleman did not deceive the dark room, but the gentleman Gan Ping did not have the elegant appearance when he entered before. The girl in colorful clothes called Xiaoping on the side was looking at him with a strange eye, and in her memory, as long as the monk who entered the dark room with Director Hua would not be able to come out for half a day. But the young man in front of him subverted his cognition, could it be that Gan Ping's untidy clothes and panicked expression made him trouble, especially in the place of his lower body that had not yet calmed down, and he could see the little girl's beautiful eyes ripple.

Being looked at by that gaze, Gan Ping was also uncomfortable for a while, and pulled his wrinkled clothes without a trace, Gan Ping walked towards the chair he had sat on before, not that he didn't want to leave but that he paid for it, and the refining materials he needed had not yet been delivered. Seeing Huo'er there pinching a nut in one paw, eating happily and dancing with his hands, Gan Ping was angry, and his lust and evil fire turned into a chestnut and fell heavily on Huo'er's head. This little thing is at ease, your master was almost eaten in it just now, and you are still alive here, which is really infuriating.

Huo'er screamed and hugged his little head, looked at Gan Ping blankly, looked at Gan Ping who gritted his teeth, Huo'er seemed to think of something, and handed over the nut he was holding in his hand, which made Gan Ping roll his eyes and cry and laugh. Looking at Gan Ping's strange expression, Huo'er's nose suddenly twitched, and she looked at Gan Ping with a strange expression, and screamed coldly, and her hands danced and jumped, and her red ass shook towards Gan Ping.

"Little brute!" Huo'er screamed to catch the attention of everyone in the hall, and the tearful Huo'er jumped on the table, a pair of little paws covering her ass and Xue Xue screamed in pain. Gan Pingshi Tie Qing gritted his teeth and withdrew his fingers, this little thing was greedy and forgot to follow him, just now he actually laughed at the fragrance of a woman on his body, saying that he went in and ate something good. I was almost eaten, thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but roll his eyes again, this world is simply crazy.

Xiao Ping, who was watching from the sidelines, had already been amused by this lord and a favorite, and the silver bell-like giggles were extraordinarily moving in this fragrant mist.

Around the corner, Hua Wuyi, who was dressed in a fiery red shirt, had walked out, his face was flushed, and the spring in that pair of beautiful eyes was almost dripping water, like a begonia that had been in full bloom, enchanting and beautiful, and I don't know how many guests in the hall were attracted to the eyes. When those male monks saw this stunner, they couldn't help but swallow fiercely, although they all knew the identity and practice of this woman, but the person in front of you was not something that anyone could meet. If she wasn't willing, unless she was a monk in the Yuanying realm, she would be able to enter her eyes and try her golden spear dual cultivation method.

Thinking of this, the eyes of all the male monks couldn't help but follow Hua Wuyi's eyes and fell straight to Gan Ping in the corner, just now I have seen this kid and this stunner go in, as for what to do, all the men know it, but it's a pity that this kid is a silver-like wax gun head, which is useless, and he came out so quickly, it is really a tyrannical thing.

All kinds of eyes fell on Gan Ping, including admiration, jealousy, and contempt, which made Gan Ping helpless for a while, and his innocence was ruined. Bowed his head slightly, hoping that there was no monk who was good friends with Miaocheng Sect here, otherwise this person would be a big loss, if he wore it to his master Mo Yifeng... Thinking of the sneer of the silent senior aunt to the master that day, and then thinking of the scene after the master Mo Yifeng learned about it, Gan Ping couldn't help but shudder, and forcibly expelled this thought from his mind.

A small green white hand holding a small bag appeared in front of Gan Ping, "This is the refining material you want, all in it, do you want not to click it?" The voice is playful and poignant but charming and moving, it is Hua Wuyi, seeing the little green white hand Gan Ping's brain buzzed, he couldn't help but think of the ecstasy of the little hand just now, and hurriedly picked up the storage bag, and did not count it, he didn't even dare to raise his head, and got up to leave.

"Isn't it true that Childe didn't even see the slave family for the last time?" Feeling that his sleeve was being pulled by someone, bursts of Nizi's soft words came from his ears, and the poignant voice made it impossible for any man to refuse. Even if Gan Ping was hard-hearted, he couldn't help but turn his head a little and saw Hua Wuyi's delicate face. His heart shook suddenly, and he didn't dare to look at it again, "Flower... Flower supervisor, there will be a period later..." With a whistle, Huo'er jumped on Gan Ping's shoulder, and Gan Ping turned and walked towards the door.

"Wait..." Just when Gan Ping walked to the rockery, there was a soft cry behind him, and when he heard this voice, Gan Ping couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp, and secretly complained in his heart, but he had to stop. Hua Wuyi walked up briskly from behind, "I almost forgot, this is my VIP token for Luo Zhenfang, in the Zihua Immortal Mansion, no matter where Luo Zhenfang buys items, you can skip the price of one percent." ”

Hua Wuyi is not dazzled by beauty, this token was prepared by her before, and it is worth using this token to use this token to win over young and promising disciples like Gan Ping. Not daring to look at her, Gan Ping turned his face slightly and took the token, "Oh, and this..." Saying that there was a shuttle sound of the clothes on the side, Gan Ping was slightly curious but didn't dare to look at it.

A soft and warm thing was stuffed into Gan Ping's palm, Gan Ping couldn't help but be surprised, the thing in his hand was as thin as a cicada's wings, slightly transparent, and there were bursts of aroma from time to time, this aroma was very familiar. Looking at the small silk in his hand, Gan Ping looked at Hua Wuyi a little blankly, his face turned red, and he quickly turned his head and walked outside, if he stayed for a while, maybe he would do something.

"Son, go slowly, if you miss the slave family, you can see things and think about people, the kindness of the skin is not forgotten, and the concubine is waiting for it. These half-joking words came from behind him, and Gan Ping stumbled under his feet for a while, and almost fell to the ground, causing a burst of silver bell-like laughter from the beautiful woman behind him, and the flowers and branches trembled. It turned out that just now he used the rockery to block the sight of everyone in the hall, Hua Wuyi actually reached into his clothes under the crowd of the sky, pulled out the layer of close-fitting sweat towel inside, and stuffed it into Gan Ping's arms.

No wonder the fragrance is so familiar, it turns out to be the body fragrance of this demon girl. When Gan Ping looked over, Zhang saw the half-exposed breasts, without the barrier of a sweat towel inside, the wonderful outline was clearly visible in the clothes, which reminded Gan Ping of the beautiful scene of her half-worn clothes in the dark room. Hurriedly turned around and fled, if it was delayed any longer, Gan Ping doubted that he would go mad and explode to death.

Out of the gate, the noisy noise came into his ears, which made the dizzy Gan Ping slightly sober, and took a deep breath, the body fragrance of the bewitching stunner just now seemed to be still lingering around. The temperature from the soft fabric in his hand made Gan Ping turn his mind, and there was a slight residual temperature of the original owner on it, thinking that this cloth was just pulled off the stunner from his body, Gan Ping was a little stunned.

Gan Ping, who was dressed in white, held the woman's profane clothes as thin as cicada wings in his hands, and was stunned for a while, until a middle-aged man passed by him, and the strange eyes made him wake up, and hurriedly threw the fabric into the ring, and Gan Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when he was distracted, an old but slightly timid voice came from behind him, "This little brother, are you still the witch drum?"