In the Ten Thousand Forbidden Towers, the large and small spaces are densely packed, the top floor is a beautiful valley comparable to a paradise, the green mountains and green waters are set against each other, the palace eaves fall into the sky, at this moment in the highest palace, Qiao Yuan sat cross-legged in a soup pool filled with white mist, his eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was very strange, as if he was enjoying and struggling.

Behind him, Ling Wanchen, who was dressed in a light blue light gauze dress, was holding scissors, cutting Qiao Yuanshu's hair very carefully and attentively, her face showed a soft and happy smile, her cheeks were red, like bright peach blossoms, because of the steaming of the mist, a pair of clear eyes seemed to have spring water rippling, and her eyelashes fluttered, it was so good-looking, people couldn't help but indulge in it.

The water in the soup pool was not deep, and the two of them sat in it, just submerging their waists, Qiao Yuan was not dressed, and his black hair was spread out, sprinkled on the surface of the water and intertwined with Ling Wanchen's long hair, like two thick ink blending.

Although Ling Wanchen was wearing a light blue light gauze shirt, but under the water, the skirt rose to the surface, and the upper gauze was half-attached and half-floating, which could not hide her concave and convex graceful body. I believe that no man will be able to sit still after seeing this scene, as steady as an old pine, at this moment Qiao Yuan can sit cross-legged, slightly closed his eyes and not looking, it is hard to imagine how much suffering his heart has endured.

"Interesting, do you think you're punishing me like this?" Ling Wanchen stretched out his two fingers like spring onions, gently pinched a strand of hair on the top of Qiao Yuan's head and slowly slid down, and when it fell to the very end, he picked up the scissors in his right hand and cut off all those messy hairs.

Qiao Yuan quietly took a deep breath, suppressed the heat in his heart, and said softly: "Of course I'm punishing you, otherwise what if you miss next time and I'm done playing?"

"Oh, then you can punish me well. Ling Wanchen put on a look of how long I can endure it, and said indifferently, after speaking, he buried his head in trimming Qiao Yuan's long hair, and stopped talking.

Qiao Yuan closed his eyes tightly for a moment, then opened them again, and suddenly asked, "By the way, you haven't said anything about your four-vein power." ”

Hearing this, Ling Wanchen's hair-cutting action immediately paused, his expression was slightly gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Gongliang senior has sat down. ”

When Qiao Yuan heard the news, he was not surprised, but just sighed and was silent.

"The seniors only did two things before they sat down, one of which was to disperse their luck, half of them into the March Peak, and the other half into the April Peak, which made the April Peak reopen and reached an agreement with the predecessors of the month. ”

Ling Wanchen lowered his head, his eyes showed sadness, and every word was flat, telling how great a sect pillar was who was hidden behind his back and silently dedicated.

"The second thing...... The seniors gave me all the vitality and blood power that was left in the flesh. ”

Qiao Yuan slowly reached out to hold Ling Wanchen's trembling right hand, and comforted: " Gongliang's predecessors have been dedicated to the sect all their lives, and when they go, they are also paving the way for the sect, compared to him, we are far from being so great, but the sect has a cultivation for us, and the predecessors also have a lot of favors for us, whether there is an agreement or not, I will not really break with the sect, which the predecessors actually expected, so he only made a verbal agreement with us, and did not let you and me make an oath, or do other embarrassing acts, you have to believe that the predecessors must have laughed when they left. ”

Ling Wanchen suddenly raised her head and looked at Qiao Yuan's eyes in a daze, her dark pupils were full of softness and wisdom.

In fact, she also understood that Gongliangyu was very calm and relieved when she left, but she was inevitably a little sad when she thought about it.

"Okay, my shoulder lends you, do you want to lean on it?" Seeing that Ling Wanchen's eyes were sour, Qiao Yuan suddenly grinned, shook his shoulders, and quipped.

"You still need to borrow it, your whole being is mine. Ling Wanchen was amused all of a sudden, leaned forward, her soft delicate body was completely attached to Qiao Yuan's back, and a pair of jade arms wrapped around his neck and strangled him tightly.

Feeling the squeeze of a pair of "turbulent waves" behind him, Qiao Yuan's breathing stagnated, and the evil fire in his body ignited, even this pool of soup was difficult to extinguish.

However, gritting his teeth, Qiao Yuan still endured it, and did not immediately correct the presumptuous demon behind his back on the spot.

"Brother Qingyun is right, that is, I can't get used to her too much, otherwise I'm afraid that my life will become more and more difficult in the future. Qiao Yuan remembered the method that Xiao Qingyun had taught him before, and he agreed in his heart that he was more experienced in dealing with women.

Ling Wanchen was also very keen, and immediately realized that she couldn't communicate with Qiao Yuan's heart, and asked with a frown.

"Hmm, why are you blocking your mind? What bad idea are you playing?"

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about you like this, and I don't know how ashamed you are. Qiao Yuan sat upright, his eyes did not squint, and he looked like a saint who was not moved by women, and said calmly.

Ling Wanchen still blushed a little when he said this, but after thinking about it, she snorted softly, and her soft delicate body was like a swimming fish, going around from Qiao Yuan's back to the front, and sitting directly on his lap.

The light gauze was already half-wet, clinging to her body, perfectly highlighting Ling Wanchen's delicate curves, especially the undulating peaks and peaks in front of Qiao Yuan's eyes, which had the power of seductive charm, which made people want to stop.

At the same time, Ling Wanchen wrapped one hand around Qiao Yuan's neck, and the other hand quietly moved down, slowly reaching into the pool, only taking Qiao Yuan's lifeline.

"He is a saint on the lips, but his body is very honest. Feeling the scorching heat, Ling Wanchen pursed her lips and smiled charmingly.

Qiao Yuan's whole body trembled, his patience had reached the limit, he slowly took a deep breath, looked up at Ling Wanchen's eyes, his eyes were full of spring water, his cheeks were full of peach blossoms, and without any words, the two suddenly kissed together affectionately.

Although the two are really newly married and have only been separated for more than a month, the deep concern and longing for each other has only increased.

The fire of dry wood and the steaming of the mist blurred the two intertwined figures, and the sound of splashing water and the primordial gasps of men and women with extreme pleasure echoed in the empty hall, which was wonderful and intoxicating.

Time passed, and after half an hour, the movement in the fog was slightly smaller, and the sound of two people talking was intermittently heard.

"What's going on? I think you're a lot bigger here. ”

"Huh...... I've recently learned a new set of fingering techniques that work well, why don't you try it for me?"

"Fingering?"

"Well, Sister Nangong taught me, you can try it quickly. ”

“......”

After another stick of incense, the sound of conversation was heard again in the mist.

"Wanchen, I've also learned a few ...... recently So what, why don't we try it?"

"What, what?"

“......”

The sound of splashing water sounded, and after a while, Ling Wanchen's extremely shy voice came out.

"Husband, you ...... What are you doing here?"

Qiao Yuan didn't answer, and after a while, the movement in the soup pool suddenly became louder, and the rapid gasping sound came and went, making people can't help but reverie.