Ji Changfeng and Xiong Jingyu fell into the exotic passage, only to feel that they turned over three times, and they hit a hard board and stopped them alive.

When I opened my eyes, I found that it was a wooden box, five feet wide and more than a foot high, empty, and I didn't know what it was used for.

At this time, someone was creaking outside, like the sound of unlocking.

Only then did a crack open, and some light penetrated through the outside and stabbed the two of them to open their eyes, only to hear a coquettish laughter: "It's coming, it's coming-"

The two poked their heads out and saw a group of kaki dancers ten feet away, as well as a room of incense powder and red candles.

Only then did the two realize where they were.

They hurried out of the closet, and after only two steps, two people had already come up to them. The two lips seemed to have a fire fold in their mouths, and one by one they burned on them.

When had the two of them seen such a formation, Ji Changfeng didn't have time to exit, and most of the clothes on his upper body had already faded.

When she was staring, her shoulder had already been touched by the woman, and immediately a small fire was blazing, and her heart was burning.

However, on the other hand, Xiong Jingyu's placket opened a crack, and she screamed, so frightened that everyone in the room stopped moving, and looked at her with round eyes one by one.

"I-I'm a woman! You're doing this to me-it's useless!"

Hearing her words, the sisters laughed to themselves.

"You're a woman, and it's not in the way, and you've given an order from above, so that we can serve you well-"

It's just a burst of scratching and posture, twisting and posing, and when the two of them are stunned, they take a scorching fire in their mouths and want to surround them.

"Ahh

Xiong Jing gritted his teeth, shook his hand, took off his belt, and saw that Luo Shang was wide open, like a screen carved with flowers and birds, and the big picture was open, shaking the eyes of the sisters.

When he came back to his senses, the garment had fallen to the ground, and there was no trace of the two of them.

After using the "golden cicada shell", Xiong Jingyu pulled up the long wind and ran away.

ran outside the house, and felt even more fragrant:

I heard the sound of some cracks in the door, full of ecstasy hoarse**, I looked at the shadow of the window paper, and I couldn't get around the overlapping of the figures of some firewood, but I didn't listen or look, and there was a musky smell to disturb them, so that these two people would not take a few steps to be soft in their hands and feet, and he couldn't do it.

"What kind of mysteries is this-this is clearly ••••••" Xiong Jing was speechless for a while.

"Only those who sit still and have little affection can stabilize their minds, well-that's right, steady their minds, steady their minds, steady their minds. Ji Changfeng couldn't stop muttering.

When he said this, his cheeks were crimson, and he was full of illusions—

One step, two steps, three steps, he walked in a forest of almond blossoms, holding the reins of a horse in his hand.

One step, two steps, three steps, he stood under a small apricot tree, his hand caressing the rough bark of the trunk.

One step, two steps, three steps, he rode on an oblique apricot branch, and his hand grasped the arm of another man••••••

"Stop—"

Ji Changfeng sweated like rain, and he was busy making a sound, repulsing his imagination.

In the middle of the line, a strong demonic aura suddenly came to his face.

Ji Changfeng closed his eyes, sniffed the demonic qi carefully, and already understood in his heart:

"He has practiced for less than 500 years, is yin and cold, has a fast body, and works in secret attacks. ”

At this time, there was another hissing sound, and Ji Changfeng immediately opened his eyes: "It's a snake spirit!"

As soon as the words fell, a snake's tail swept out of the shadows.

Xiong Jingyu stepped forward and blocked with his left arm to block the sweep.

The snake's tail did not give up, and after an interval, it stabbed up again.

Xiong Jingyu jumped suddenly, grabbed it with both hands, clicked, and made a move of "thousands of purple and red hands".

She flicked out hundreds of thistles with a flick of her fingers, and landed directly on the snake's tail, and burned all the way to the end, and heard a miserable scream outside, and the demonic aura immediately shrank by half.

Xiong Jing made this move, and in Ji Changfeng's eyes, the teachers and practitioners he had inherited for a long time were cleared one by one.

At this moment, another voice came out from outside Wuzhang, "I didn't expect to meet the heirs of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong here." ”

The tone is strong, full of energy, and he is obviously a practitioner.

After a short time, the person came out on his own: platinum cloud boots, purple python pattern with black flower bottom straight embellished robe, and then went up, the green sword was beside the body, and the gauze hat was hooded, but when he looked at his face, it was dark and covered with a veil.

"In Xia Tang Shang, the people of the palace are middle-earth, Gong Kendo, Shang Riding and Shooting, Tong Zi Han, I hope to teach more. ”