The painting heart is just trying to practice with the light and dust, after all, ...... She doesn't use beauty tricks often, and she is very unfamiliar. Although she retreated a little embarrassed, she didn't fail, she just didn't kill Heguang Tongchen......

She can get it with the light and dust, not to mention the waste of the Baili Festival!

The painting heart was proud, but suddenly felt that his shoulders were tight, and he was tightly held by Heguang Tongchen, and before he could raise his head, he heard Heguang Tongchen ask coldly, "Do you want to perform the Piercing Hundred Miles Sacrifice?"

"Do you have an opinion?" asked the painting with an eyebrow.

There was a rare show of anger on Heguang Tongchen's face, "The Baili Festival is not as easy to deal with as you think. ”

"So?" asked with an eyebrow raised, and replied with a disapproving smile, "he's going to die." ”

"What should you do if you fail?" At this time, the eyes of the same dust as the light were so cold that the painting heart did not dare to look directly.

After being silent for a long time, Huaxin smiled lightly and said, "You know best in your heart, Baili Sacrifice, he doesn't have the ability to kill me." ”

"If" Heguang Tongchen's palm clasped Huaxin's shoulder with a slight force, gently pressing her to the ground, Huaxin had not yet woken up from surprise, Heguang Tongchen had already leaned over and pressed her under him, his soft lips pressed against her lips, and asked in a slow voice, "What if he is like this?"

The lips of the same dust as the light are soft and warm, sticking to her lips, separated by a millimeter, the tips of the noses are against each other, the breath can be heard, and in the face of the beautiful face of the prosperous world in front of her, the painting heart is ashamed to find that she doesn't want to push it away.

Wide-eyed, the two maintained an extremely ambiguous posture, competing with each other for concentration, and the heart of the painting silently recited 10,000 times that she couldn't be sorry for Junyi, but found that her hands and feet were still soft, and her heart was soft, and she was powerless to push away the handsome monk who was pressing on her.

"And ...... Monk, you ...... How do you ...... Buddha...... The Buddha will ...... ...... who will be angry" The painting heart stumbled to finish the sentence, and every time the red lips opened and closed, she slightly rubbed the lip flap with the light and dust, which made her voice tremble.

And the light and the dust of the heart is also rubbed by her ripples, even the Buddha can't hold it down, calm like him, iceberg like him, abstinence like him, but the ghost said in a ghostly way, "If it's like this, I'll be angry." ”

Such words, coming out of the silent and subtle mouth of Heguang Tongchen, are already very ambiguous, and the meaning is very clear, which is tantamount to confession.

"You...... What are you angry about?" said the painting with a shy face, blushing slightly.

"Whatever the Buddha is angry about, I will be angry. "And the light and the dust back to the subtle.

She treats him as a member of the Buddhist sect, and he treats her as his person.

Because I care, I get angry.

The emotions here are self-evident.

At this time, with the light and dust, the eyes are flowing with endless pity and tenderness, such eyes are familiar, those eyes, like Junyi back then.

The eye waves flowed, just as they did back then.

"Monk, where did you steal these eyes?" Huaxin stretched out his hand tremblingly, couldn't help but caress his eyes, and whispered, "It's like an old friend of mine." ”

"How many old people do you have?" asked in a low voice as he held the hand that was stretched out by the painting heart, held it in his thick palm.

"Two, an old friend, an old love. A few feet away, Huaxin's eyes staring at the light and dust were almost deep, her heart seemed to stop beating, and her breathing was difficult and sluggish, she couldn't help but gasp slightly, "You are obviously just an old friend, but you seem to have stolen everything from him, you say, who are you?"

Huaxin suddenly closed his eyes, not daring to face the junyi breath that rushed to his face. She couldn't believe it, and it was hard to accept it, the familiarity she had never found in Shuyi was clear in Heguang Tongchen.

For a long time, Huaxin didn't wait for Heguang Tongchen's answer, but heard his voice close to his ear that was almost pleading, "Tomorrow, don't go, okay?"

Such a pampering gentleness, considerate care, with his eyes closed, what flashed in his mind was Junyi's handsome and incomparable smile, which was different from Shuyi's sharp and sharp Yingting, but the elegance of being as warm as jade with light and dust.

One is like in the skin, and the other is like the soul. It seems that Shuyi and Heguang Tongchen are separated in half and put together, which is the complete Junyi.

Junyi Junyi......

The painting heart is immersed in memories, the corners of her lips slowly evoke a soft smile, the smile is rippling, the smile lines are charming, and the light and dust move in her heart, and her mind is in a trance, the red lips can't help but press down another half an inch, feeling the mellow and soft between her lips and teeth, but she doesn't dare to move.

Heartbeat, low breathing, confusion, ecstasy.

He Guang Tongchen didn't feel the rejection of Huaxin, she even took the initiative to kiss him back, her lips were gently twisted, the tip of her tongue was slowly picked, subtle and gentle, and she was panting and moaning, so tactful and coquettish, she almost took away the only trace of clarity left in Heguang Tongchen's heart......

This woman is a goblin......

He Guang Tongchen almost subconsciously catered to the heart of the painting, and gradually moved down from the entanglement of lips and teeth with her, kissed her lips, kissed her chin, kissed her jade neck, kissed her delicate shoulder bones, and kissed her red clothes messy......

Kiss marks everywhere, all over the red glow, Luo's shirt is half-dissolved, the snow muscles are close to each other, he caresses her with exquisite curves, and she loves him with gentle fingertips......

He doesn't care what the rules of Buddhism he has, what kind of concubine he cares about King Yi, he wants her, he wants to protect her, and he wants to marry her...... It seems that these incredible desires have long been buried deep in his heart, just waiting for her to smile and urge him to break all his desires.

As long as she's willing......

As long as she wants to, he has nothing to give up......

Jiao panted and was obsessed, between the words, the painting heart hugged Heguang Tongchen tightly, and two words overflowed from his mouth, "Junyi ......"

Junyi, are you back?

My heart is really, I miss you so much, I want to think about you so much......

The smile on Huaxin's face was even stronger, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, and when she closed her eyes, she suddenly felt that this was the feeling she had been looking for, this was the taste of Junyi.

Such a long-lost familiarity quickly invaded all her sanity, this is the man she loves deeply, she wants him, she wants to give him, she wants to spend the rest of her life with his ears and temples......

There was not a hint of hesitation.

There was no reluctance either.

"Junyi ......"

"Junyi, Junyi......"

"Junyi, Junyi, Junyi......"

“......”

The painting heart hugged the light and the dust, indulged in his tenderness, and whispered over and over again. Those two words woke up with light and dust like thunder, and the fire in his heart was instantly extinguished, he stopped his absurd movements, quickly regained his composure, and his eyes were clear.

"Who is Junyi?"

A cold voice, a cone-hearted question.

Like a stone smashing through the water waves, Huaxin suddenly opened her eyes, and clearly saw Heguang Tongchen's face that was more elegant than Junyi's, her heart exploded like thunder, she rushed away like waking up from a dream, pulled away Heguang Tongchen, pulled up the messy clothes, stroked the red and swollen lips, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

What just happened?

Why did you get to this step, almost ......

"You...... You have done ...... to me What kind of magic did you use?" the painting heart pointed to the same dust as the light, and his fingertips trembled and trembled.

She didn't know whether to be angry or panicked.

What is anger? What is panic?

Is it the indefinite will of Qi and Light Tongchen that makes her light, or is she angry that her own mind is not strong and she takes the initiative to give her arms?

Is it panic that he and Guang Tongchen are really moved by her, or is he also worried that he is also disturbed by him?

It was the first time that He Guang Tongchen had seen such a panicked look on the woman who was always confident and calm, as if the subtle affection between them was such a terrible beast that she couldn't believe and even more difficult to accept, and there was even a hint of pleading in her eyes when she questioned him.

Ask him to give her a reassuring answer.

With a look, he Guang Tongchen understood that for her, love is a shackle and love is a burden. She would rather they be all scheming with each other than admit that they have each other in their hearts.