Yu Ling didn't resist, her face flushed, and she wanted to welcome and refuse.

Although it seemed a little abrupt at this time, she had actually prepared and looked forward to the arrival of this moment in her heart a long time ago.

She couldn't resist Jiang Yuan, either from her heart or body.

Yu Ling has not hidden Jiang Yuan's feelings, she is hot and bold, and sometimes she is shy and hesitant.

When Jiang Yuan pressed her underneath, she stared into Jiang Yuan's eyes, and finally felt Jiang Yuan's feelings.

This is the joy of giving and getting rewarded, and Yu Ling couldn't help but be moved to tears.

Jiang Yuan continued to start moving, tonight, no matter what, he had to get Yu Ling.

In order to prevent being disturbed by others, Jiang Yuan even cast several spells around the room, which not only insulated the sound, but also blocked anyone's entry and prevented any accidents.

This time was different from Lin Muqing's time, that time was a kind of conquest, so Jiang Yuan used a rough and brutal way of cultivating the land.

And this time, Jiang Yuan's movements were very gentle, delicate, and careful, as if there was a jade figure under him, and if he tried too hard, he would break her.

Strictly speaking, it's more like painting a delicate ink painting.

At the beginning, he was as happy as a feather ascending immortal. Jiang Yuan felt that he was holding a huge pen like a rafter, painting on a piece of white and soft Zuobo paper.

The pen is very flat, such as a cone cutting sand, the strength is even, and there is no knot or stagnation.

The pen is very round, such as folding hairpin strands, plump, smooth and round, round and powerful, turning freely, rigid and soft, elastic and powerful.

Gradually rotate, such as house leakage, height control, accumulation points into a line, not floating or floating, like carved into the wall skin, calm and powerful.

When it is heavy, such as a mountain falling stone, the pen has strength, the pressure of the pen should be great, to be able to hold the paper, full of strength, the force through the back of the paper, into the wood three points.

The time changes like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, startling the snake into the grass!

The end of the pen is dipped in thick ink, and the juice splashes everywhere, leaving a mark on the smooth paper.

The edge of the paper was slightly rolled up shyly, as if to resist, but it was strongly pressed straight and flattened, allowing the long and hard pen shaft to run freely, horizontal, apostrophe, vertical, pinch, hook, back, every stroke of the gesture, are so vigorous and powerful, force through the back of the paper.

Yu Ling's eyes were full of affection, and she was so charming that she was about to drip water.

Jiang Yuan was so fascinated that he began to sketch on the paper with the pen in his hand, playing with it until Yu Ling hummed uncontrollably.

The brush forcefully separates the paper, drawing the contacts in the paper again and again. And the smooth white and greasy paper also uses its own unique flexibility, gently wrapping the brush, making it want to stop.

Jiang Yuan is a profound painter, he is experienced when he writes, has a male spirit full of hormones, and also has a unique gentleness and delicacy.

In order to paint a beautiful work, what is needed is that the artist and the work share emotions, resonate, feedback to each other, and go to that moment of sublimation together.

And now, Jiang Yuan and Yu Ling's love for each other is undoubtedly vividly blended in the process of painting.

Jiang Yuan had conquered rudely and viciously made up for it, but such a happy blend of two feelings brought him a different kind of passion and stimulation.

For the first time, he felt that painting when both parties were sincere in their efforts could give him an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and break through to a new realm!

This feeling, like an invisible force, pushes the brush to sway wantonly, rough and delicate, allowing Jiang Yuan to reach the highest level of painting in his life.

But in the hearty painting, there is a tiny red halo that is slowly expanding.

This dizziness was inconspicuous at first, but gradually penetrated the entire paper. When this wonderful ink painting is completed, the bright red color seems to be the most conspicuous inscription.

Painting may not require as much brute force as farming, but the energy required is even better.

As the work was completed, both Jiang Yuan and Yu Ling were panting and sweating on their foreheads.

At this time, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

At the beginning, in the trial of magic weapons, it actually felt very good to have a wife like Lin Muqing and a beautiful concubine like Zhang Xiaoqiu by his side.

But after all, it was just a trial, and Jiang Yuan only satisfied his man's vanity in it.

And now that Yu Ling is by his side, he has completely owned her.

This made Jiang Yuan cherish all this suddenly, and he also wanted to keep her by his side all the time, enjoying her love for him.

A surging heart suddenly hit, and Jiang Yuan couldn't help but take Ling into his arms and kiss him frantically.

After a while, Jiang Yuan held the hand on Yu Ling's face and felt her tears.

"Why are you crying again?" Jiang Yuan smiled, "Crying, did it hurt just now?"

Yu Ling is still the first time, if it hurts, it is normal.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Yu Ling hugged Jiang Yuan tightly and pressed it to his chest:

"Childe, I can clearly feel Childe's friendship with me...... I'm so happy that I've finally become a childe's woman......"

Jiang Yuan quietly hugged Yu Ling and listened to her talk.

My woman? yes, there should be a woman by my side.

It's not the kind of plaything that vents her desires, but a woman who can really fall in love.

This night is destined to be long and short......

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The holy capital is the center of the world, where the Son of Heaven is.

Now the Son of Heaven has been passed down for sixty-six generations, although the princes of the world have risen together, and the Son of Heaven has lost the noble authority of the first generation, but no one in the world dares to oppose the Son of Heaven on the surface.

A magnificent palace is located in the middle of the holy capital, and the majesty and imposing of the royal palace make people feel awe-inspiring at first sight.

In the corner of the royal palace, there is a unique building.

The buildings here are semi-circular, spherical, or square, with watchtowers or windows on the roofs, and the style of this place is out of step with the rest of the palace.

Whenever the wind blows, the intricate patterns of magic will loom in the time and space around the building, revealing the mystery and mystery.

If anyone who is proficient in magic looks at these magic patterns, they will know that there is a complex and mysterious magic circle here, and its complexity has reached the top of heaven-level spells, and there is even a faint level of spying on divine or evil arts.

The circle runs day and night, night after night, all year round, and plays an important role.

In the center of this building is a large hall that seems simple, but it is extremely simple.

In the main hall, a huge armillary sphere-like metal machine slowly rotated with the help of spells. The machine is large, the length and width are no less than nine zhang, and when the pre-rotation, countless complicated patterns flicker on it.

Under the huge mechanical equipment, an old man in a black and white crane robe sits quietly on a futon.

The old man didn't know how old he was, his eyes were slightly closed, his white eyebrows hung down to his chest, and the whole person was like a piece of dead wood, and like an ancient well that did not wave.

Others look at this huge machine with their eyes.

The old man listened with his ears, and every millimeter of rotation of the mechanical instrument and every flicker and jump of the magic pattern could not escape his ears at all.

He's been here for too long, and he's more familiar with everything here, than anyone else.

Listening to the rotation of the machine, his mind was also carrying out complicated calculations. Tonight, he's deducing something important, and he's nearing the end.

"Click!"

A slight sound suddenly sounded on the huge machine, followed by the horizontal ring, the meridian ring, the outer equatorial ring, the ecliptic ring, the white ring and the inner equatorial ring, and the complex structures such as the constant hidden circle and the constant display circle began to change.

The old man finally opened his eyes in surprise, and he stared carefully at the change of the huge machine, and at the same time overturned the calculation in his mind and recalculated it.

The mutation of the huge machinery quickly attracted the attention of the others in the building.

Soon, a middle-aged man with meticulous clothes also hurriedly entered the main hall.

He first carefully inspected the huge mechanical instrument, his face was strange and puzzled, and finally came to the old man's side, and said suspiciously:

"Teacher, the time hasn't changed, but the place has changed! What does this change mean ......"

The old man's eyes kept staring at the mechanical instruments that were constantly running, and he sighed and said:

"The advent of gods and demons is already an inevitable thing in our decades of calculations and deductions. However, all the princes of the world, including the Son of Heaven, do not trust us. Even within us, there are many people who believe that the data is wrong that leads to such conclusions. ”

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy when he heard this, and he knew that what the teacher said was the truth.

People have become accustomed to the fact that the gods and demons in ancient legends cannot descend and return, and they are accustomed to the world that is too peaceful and easy. The sudden telling of the world that a catastrophe is coming, not everyone can understand.

The old man continued to stare at the mechanical instrument and said:

"This time the location of the sacrificial ground suddenly changed...... I haven't been here since I was seven years old. This is the god and demon with boundless mana, forcibly reversing the position of the sacrificial field. Before the gods and demons come, anything strange will happen. I hope that this mutation can arouse the alarm of the world. ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly took out the pen and paper from his arms:

The student then calculates the location of the sacrificial altar after it has been transferred. ”

"Don't forget it," the old man had already calculated, "it's the land of the extreme west." ”

The old man was sure, the middle-aged man naturally didn't dare to doubt it, he hurriedly put away the pen and paper, but secretly remembered the data of the mechanical instrument in his heart, and only checked it after going back for a while.

The old man asked:

"In the Far West, who is in charge?"

The middle-aged man replied:

"The Imperial Secret Sect has ruled the Far West for hundreds of years. ”

The old man nodded:

"First report this time to the Son of Heaven, and no matter what, it must attract the attention of the Son of Heaven. If not, we must also attract the attention of the nine princes who are good friends with us. If not, it will also attract the attention of the prince and the sixth prince of Xiguo, who are close to the extreme west. At the same time, inform the Imperial Secret Sect of the specific location and time of the sacrificial ground, so that they can prepare in advance. ”

After the middle-aged man listened, he bowed and left.

Only the old man sat back on the futon and closed his eyes, and everything seemed to be back to normal.