Looking at her cherry red soft lips and delicate face as white as paper, Zhuo Yifan's thoughts couldn't help but recall the scene by the pond that night. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Seeing him looking at his mouth, Mu Lingjiao laughed and said, "I hate it, why do you keep looking at other people's mouths!"

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan had no choice but to turn his face away.

And at the moment when he turned his face, Mu Ling suddenly stepped forward and kissed him on the face, which made Zhuo Yifan's whole person almost jump, and a chill followed his back.

If it was before, he might have had his heart beating faster, but when he thought of those women's terrible actions, although she was Xiangyi's face, he couldn't forget those bloodthirsty faces.

"What's wrong with you?" his unusual behavior made Mu Ling also startled.

I wanted to use a woman's gentleness to anesthetize him, and then set out the whereabouts of the blood-drinking sword, but she just kissed him, and she didn't expect him to have such a big reaction.

"What are you doing?" Zhuo Yifan said with wide eyes, mistakenly thinking that she was going to bite his neck and lust for his blood.

Mu Ling licked her cherry lips and said with a smile: "A woman kisses a man, what do you say?"

Zhuo Yifan retreated, for fear that she would pounce on her again in a while and bite her neck bloodthirsty. There are many kinds of death, but this kind of death is something that Zhuo Yifan definitely doesn't want to try.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan retreating, the wood spirit who was disguised as Xiangyi deliberately leaned forward again.

"You...... Don't come here!" Zhuo Yifan stopped.

Mu Ling frowned lightly and said, "Didn't you say that I was beautiful, why can't I go over?"

"Miss Xiangyi, Qingfeng Dao Chang is my friend, please can't do this. In order not to let her behave aggressively, Zhuo Yifan took the opportunity to say.

Originally, Mu Ling wanted to take further action, but after hearing the words "Qingfeng Dao Chief", she couldn't help but give up this move.

"So you're because of this!" she deliberately laughed again: "I know you're good with Qingfeng Dao, and I was just teasing you just now." ”

Hearing her say this, Zhuo Yifan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was very glad that it was the name of Qingfeng Dao Leader who saved him.

Due to the above relationship, seeing Zhuo Yifan's rejection of herself, this announced that her beauty plan had failed, but at this time, Mu Ling had another idea, that is, to replace herself with someone else.

Thinking of this, Mu Ling smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Young Master Zhuo, how do you feel after taking that medicine?" She wanted to use this to divert the embarrassment just now.

Zhuo Yifan nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's much better, it's indeed as you said, the pain has been reduced a lot." ”

Seeing that his expression was much calmer than just now, Mu Ling said, "If you tell me the whereabouts of the Blood Drinking Sword, I will make you more comfortable and enjoyable." As she spoke, she licked her rosy cherry lips with the tip of her tongue, looking.

Hearing her mention the Blood Drinking Sword again, Zhuo Yifan knew that everything she did revolved around it, and other than that, it was all a routine.

Zhuo Yifan didn't talk to her about it, because she had said enough, even if she continued to say it, it would be some so-called clichés in her heart.

"No need, if you don't feed me that poison pill, I'm already content, and I don't need to be more comfortable. Zhuo Yifan said.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan didn't make a stubble, Mu Ling was also very helpless, after all, she was a woman, a woman with an angelic face, but in front of this man, she became a woman who sang a one-man show, a woman who was marginalized by men.

Since ancient times, Gentle Township has mostly been a hero's mound, Zhuo Yifan rejects himself so much, is it because of that Qingfeng Dao Chief, thinking of these, Mu Ling is not sure, but he can only let himself think of these.

"Zhuo Gongzi, don't worry, I won't embarrass you. Mu Ling got up with a spring breeze on his face, and walked out of the door as he spoke.

Looking at the back of her leaving, Zhuo Yifan frowned, thinking about her words before leaving, and didn't understand the meaning at all.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhuo Yifan still didn't understand, so he simply stopped thinking about it, after all, the current situation is that people are swordsmen, he is fish and meat, and the handle of the knife is tightly held in the hands of others, so he can only go with the flow and take one step at a time.

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On the side of the red-clothed Zhuang Mu Ling, he was trying his best to inquire about the whereabouts of the blood-drinking sword, and on the side of the flying dragon gate Qingyan, he had already gathered many people, and he asked Xu San to lead the team and was rushing to the direction of the red-clothed village.

As the landlord's blue eyes, he had some thoughts of his own, he didn't know much about Tianxiang Pavilion before, and it could be said that he despised the other party a little, but since he knew that the person had red leaves and some cruel things to do with them, he didn't dare to underestimate that group of bloodthirsty women.

The art of war is cloudy, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, and not being defeated in a hundred battles. He still understands this simple truth.

The reason why he didn't personally lead the team this time was also because of this reason, after all, he hadn't been to the so-called Red Village, and he had no way of knowing what kind of characters were there.

A reckless attack without knowing anything is a taboo for soldiers, so he sends a small force to test the depth of the water first, and if the situation is different, he will not put himself in danger.

After that, take advantage of the first wave of offensive and take the opportunity to attack again, so that the chance of winning will be very high, so Xu San is in front, he is behind, Xu San is in the light, and he is in the dark.

For Xu San, he is not a fool, he naturally understands these truths, but after all, he is a subordinate of Qingyan, and people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

It's like there's a sea of fire ahead, and someone is standing behind you with a knife and telling you to run over. If you are timid and retreat, the knife will cut you off in the head, and if you bite the bullet, you may be able to jump over the flames, or you may end up just being burned.

As for whether to be killed directly or to choose a chance of survival, smart people will choose the latter. And Xu San is such a person now, there are only two roads in front of him, he is not stupid, of course he will make the right choice.

On the way to Hongyizhuang, a group of people suddenly emerged like a spring.

The team of dozens of people, covered with smoke and dust, everyone was a young man dressed energetically, such a prime age, but there was no proud atmosphere, which did not match their attire at all.

I saw them drooping their heads one by one, their eyes were languishing, like flowers and plants that had been wilted by the scorching sun, and they looked sluggish.

"Third brother, are we really going to Hongyizhuang?" a man with a big knife behind him drove his horse to Xu San and asked him in a low voice.

Hearing this, Xu San threw his eyes on him, frowned, and said, "What do you say?"

"I don't know. The man scratched the back of his head and smirked, "I listen to you." ”

Originally, after listening to his question, Xu San was still a little angry, but when he heard it, he didn't have the previous feeling.