Luo shirt is half-dissolved and empty to the moon, and who solves endless grudges. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Outside the window, the stars and the moon are bright, the night birds are gently chirping, and the clear spring occasionally tinkles, making the night seem extraordinarily quiet.

In the temporary place of Liming and others, on the fragrant wood bed in a certain room, Xia Wanting's beautiful eyes were blurred, her delicate body was writhing, and her breath was short. Her face was in pain, her lower abdomen was like a fire, and her snow-white skin was as white as a condensed jade, and there were large patches of pink.

Her body was crystal clear, carved from warm jade, and her undulating body shimmered with a moving luster. Her delicate body trembled, writhing strangely like a beautiful snake. Two cute little horns that resemble antlers mischievously burrow out of her jet-black and bright hairfall.

"Is it going to start again?" Xia Wanting looked up at the moon, her breath became thicker, and she murmured softly. A strange aura diffused through her body, and she clenched hard, trying her best to control her inner desires and impulses.

A few breaths later, though.

"Alas....." With a soft sigh of resentment, her efforts failed again.

With that sigh, the soft fragrant body on the fragrant wood bed began to writhe violently and abnormally, like fog and smoke, as if white electric wire was swimming. After a few breaths, the beautiful carcass became blurred, and in the white light, a white snake shadow more than half a meter long suddenly appeared, only the small golden horn on the top of the head was striking and abnormal, majestic and sacred.

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Don't sink into the pool of blood with the wind.

The blood pool of more than ten square meters is crystal clear, white and warm, as natural and simple as mutton fat and jade, and the viscous plasma in the blood pool is bubbling and bubbling, hot and dense, exuding a different kind of foreign fragrance. The pool of blood is still the same, almost exactly the same as the last time I came, with no changes.

The sky above the blood pool has also not changed much, and the ancient tree of the sky stands out of thin air, its roots and whiskers are dancing, full of vitality, infinite power, and diffuse with endless ancient rhyme and legal meaning.

The roots of the ancient tree hung with beads of blood, ticking, slowly but surely dripping. The quaint blood pool, the blood water is boiling, the heat is steaming, and after being incorporated into the blood beads and quenched and sublimated, the fragrance is sent back into the air.

The essence and blood beads rise and fall, converge and disperse, as if expounding the truth, telling the mystery, the slightest bit of rhyme and longing for the flow of space, the aftermath is lingering and enduring.

"I'm so tired!"

This is Mo Suifeng's true feeling, although the scenery of the blood pool is unique, the fragrance is fragrant, but Mo Suifeng is indeed the more tired he looks, the more he looks, the more upset he becomes, there is a kind of impulse to tear off the ancient tree of essence blood and throw it into the blood pool, so that it can take root and sprout, and the fish and water are harmonious. This is his heartfelt desire, which makes him restless, troubled, and makes him uneasy and ready to move.

However, Mo Suifeng finally restrained his desire and did not dare to move lightly, he silently recited the heart purification method to smooth the slightest ripples in his irritable heart.

One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought turns into a demon.

This kind of inner impulse, Mo Suifeng is not afraid of it, nor does it escape. Reason told him that the blood pool and the ancient tree should indeed be one, they were a match made in heaven, but they were torn apart. However, no matter how strong the desire is, he must not follow his instinct to pull the ancient tree into the pool of blood, it is the impulse of the devil, and he feels that if he really does that, he will not be far from death.

A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way.

It is imperative for the ancient tree to return to its place, but it must be done according to the way, and cannot be left to impulse.

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Li Jiuzhi said that in the house, an old man in a coarse linen robe was sitting on a Taishi chair without any image. The village chief of Xueshen Village, Li Jiuzhi, was like a primary school student, standing respectfully to the side, looking excited, his face showing reverence, and whispering.

The old man was really very old, his skin was dry and wrinkled, like old tree bark, and there were large old age spots, showing that his life was about to fade. The top of the old man's head was gray, there was not a single hair, and even a few eyebrows remained. But the amazing thing is that although the beard is also small, it is strangely shiny with black oil, which is the only memorial of his youth.

"Xiao Jiu, have you thought about it, don't be so grinding and chirping for a big man, like a girl, don't you bother!" the old man kicked his eyes, and said in a weird manner.

"Ancestor, you are desperate, if you fail, then our Blood Ginseng Village will be completely finished, and there will be nothing!" Li Jiuzhi cried with a sad face, like a mournful examiner.

"I'm sorry! I think back then, how bullish and domineering our 'Blood God Village' was! It's all you idiots, you don't have enough success and more than you lose, and you know that you keep those old rules all day long, and you don't dare, that's not okay. 'Blood Ginseng Village', hehe, Blood Ginseng is a ghost!" The old man spat and scolded, getting more and more energetic.

"Yes! Yes! What the old man said was the truth, Li Jiuzhi couldn't refute it, and smiled while nodding.

"This can't work, that doesn't work, you just wait to be destroyed, I don't care about the ancestor! You can do whatever you like!" The old man stood up, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor, you dissipate your anger, Nine Fingers know that you are wrong, you know that you are wrong!" Li Jiuzhi grabbed the old man's sleeve, the old tears were all over the place, and he almost cried, "Well, I promised, I can't make a promise!"

"Hehe, that's right, Xiao Jiu, you are the most promising of the village chiefs in the past, the ancestor is optimistic about you!" the old man bared his teeth and smiled, revealing his only two front teeth, "Don't worry! Although the ancestor can't guarantee that our village will rise again, I am still sure that I will make a big profit! Go and get the things, I will have to hurry in a while, I don't have time to toss with you!"

"Yes....yes....I'll go. Li Jiuzhi cried and turned to the back room, but the moment he turned around, an unfathomable smile flashed on his cheeks.

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In the bloody holy city, Ouyang Zhenyi's mansion, two majestic old men, are talking with candles, these two are the two brothers Ouyang Zhenyi and Ouyang Zhending.

"Brother, Qingcheng was put in prison by Ouyang Zhenhuo's old guy, should we send someone to bring the girl back first!" Ouyang Zhending gritted his teeth, and felt very distressed.

"It's okay, it's okay to let her suffer a little, the ghost old man will follow, nothing will happen" Ouyang Zhen closed his eyes slightly and said lightly.

"But that can't let Qingcheng suffer in vain, big brother! You already know very well what happened, why do you want to let them wronged Qing'er?" Ouyang Zhending's eyes suddenly opened and shot out two rays of light.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there should be news in two days, you have to believe Qing'er, you can't rely on us for everything, she should grow up!" Ouyang Zhenyi's eyes were far away, but his tone was quite gloomy, "Alas, Xiaojie, this kid is quite good, but it's a pity that he missed this Blood River Trial, maybe this is fate!"

"I don't know, but it's true that you wasted a thousand yuan order, alas, you are indeed a little ........., big brother" Ouyang Zhen was halfway through his words, pursed his lips, and did not say any more.

"Ahem, ahem, I didn't expect it, it was originally reserved for him to save his life, it's a bit of a pity....." Ouyang Zhenyi muttered to himself, but the last sentence was very light, "Hmph, compared to the thousand-yuan order, after all, it is Jie'er's life that is more important, no loss!"