Chapter Ninety-Three: White Clothes Fighting White Clothes

The night is getting thicker, the clouds in the sky are ethereal, the half moon is flickering bright and dark, and Zhou Tianxing is also blinking bright and dim, as if telling the sleepless that it is time to sleep. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhu Chenhuan knocked on Hongluan's door, and after Hongluan opened the door in a lazy robe, Zhu Chenhuan stuffed Haoyue to Hongluan, and didn't forget to pinch it on Hongluan's unrestrained waves, and then withdrew his hand and sniffed it deeply in front of his nose, and said seriously: "It's still my Hongluan that is the most fragrant, and I will give you one more task in the future, warm my bed every night, when my son can't help but want to eat you, I will warm your bed instead." ”

Hongluan couldn't help but be white-eyed and shy when he heard this, Zhu Chenhuan didn't get an inch anymore, he was a person who holds grudges, he was teased by Hongluan during the day, and at night this is also revenge, and now the two don't owe each other, so he yawns and walks to his room.

Just walking, before I opened the door, I suddenly heard a sound of breaking wind in my ears, turned around to look, but the night was quiet, and the whole world seemed to fall into a deep sleep, how could there be anything abnormal?

Shaking his head, he pushed the door suddenly, but his body suddenly retreated backwards, only to see that where he was just standing, he was instantly shot by several silver needles, and the silver needles penetrated more than three inches into the bluestone slab ground.

Zhu Chenhuan was dressed in scholarly white clothes and a scholar's hat, after he landed, his white clothes drifted away, his eyes narrowed and narrowed, and his whole body vitality rushed out, wrapped in his hands, like shooting a sharp arrow, and suddenly rushed into the room.

There is also a white dress in the room, white clothes like a fairy, with pity on her face, at this time her expression is indifferent, just like an angry Bodhisattva, her hands are hidden in her sleeves, the cuffs are windless and automatic, the whole person is like a Buddha and a fairy, a pair of eyes like water are full of essence, seeing Zhu Chenhuan coming with endless momentum, he just raised a sleeve lightly, and the green onion white jade hand in the sleeve loomed out, and dozens of silver needles shot out again.

The moonlight poured in from the door and the window, just as the silver needles rushed in, the cold light was cold, shining, and at this time, I looked at the woman with the same face as Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the smile was more compassionate.

Zhu Chenhuan clenched his hands into fists, his whole body was full of vitality and scattered, and the vitality shield lingered all over his body, he ignored these silver needles that could penetrate the bluestone slab, and with one punch, he resisted these dozens of silver needles that could cause ordinary people to die immediately, only to see the silver needles shoot on the top of the vitality shield, sparks were everywhere, and the sound was banging, like metal striking, like thunder.

Occasionally, a few silver needles penetrated the Yuan Qi Gang cover, and they were also blasted open by Zhu Chenhuan's punch, and his body swept a few steps quickly, and when he was three steps away from the real woman of Guanyin, he suddenly jumped up like a tiger, and his fists were gilded, and he actually became like King Kong, and the air was distorted by the fist blade.

Seeing this, the woman in white frowned slightly, only to see her hands raised lightly, showing her hands like a boneless snake, wrapping around Zhu Chenhuan's arms, and then twisting slightly, Zhu Chenhuan actually felt that the flow of vitality in her fists was blocked, and the fist edge changed, and the woman's hair went away.

One blow missed, Zhu Chenhuan was not annoyed, his fist retracted the bend, and hit the woman's earlobe again at the side, I don't know if it was a Buddha or a fairy or a demon The woman was still fluttering with one hand, and Zhu Chenhuan's long-prepared offensive was resolved again.

"Bodhisattva, come to me so late, lonely men and widows are in the same room, do you want to warm the quilt for this son?"

Zhu Chenhuan completely approached the woman, turned his fist into a palm, grabbed the woman's sleeve, and swept away with a whip at the same time, saying tender words in his mouth, but the action was extremely ruthless.

The white-clothed woman's face could feel the warmth spewing out of Zhu Chenhuan's mouth, and her fair cheeks appeared for the first time that a normal person should have a red glow, but after a short period of red glow, her hands slid like a snake, dodging Zhu Chenhuan's palm, and the white jade hands all slipped out of her sleeves for the first time.

The hand was like lightning, Zhu Chenhuan only felt that the white light flashed in front of him, and he felt a tingling sensation in his chest, and hurriedly blasted out his fists, and the vitality was agitated like a big river, rushing into the fist, hitting the chest of the woman in white, as if he was annoyed that Zhu Chenhuan was so rude and vulgar, the woman in white flashed a trace of annoyance in her eyes like water, but her feet were on the ground, and her body flew backwards, making Zhu Chenhuan's blow miss, but he didn't really pierce Zhu Chenhuan's chest with a finger.

When the two separated, they both stopped in place, and they didn't make such a fatal move, killing every step. Zhu Chenhuan looked down and saw that the shirt on his chest had already broken a big hole, and his wheat-colored skin could be seen from the hole, which was a little red, but there was no real blood.

He took a deep breath, felt the tingling pain in his chest, but there was a smile on his face, only to see him whistle and say with a slight flirtation: "Aren't you trying to kill me? According to the strength I just had, even if I flatten your not huge breasts, it should not hurt your roots, but you can pierce my chest with one finger, this deal is quite cost-effective, why did you suddenly retreat in the end?"

When Zhu Chenhuan spoke, his eyes were unabashedly staring directly at the chest of the woman in white who was like Guanyin, and the woman who was looking at it had evil in her eyes, and she turned sideways, leaving only her slender side to face Zhu Chenhuan.

Seeing this, Zhu Chenhuan couldn't help laughing: "Your figure is not bad, Yang Liu has a thin waist, a slender figure, stains, except for the small breasts, there is really nothing to find fault with." “

The woman in white seemed to be thinking about how to run into such a scoundrel again, thinking that it would be better to simply turn her back and not see it, but when she thought of the scoundrel's flamboyant appearance, and if she couldn't see him, she couldn't say what despicable thing he would do behind the scenes, so she thought about it and turned back again.

"If you look at me again, believe it or not, I'll gouge out your eyeballs?"

The woman in white frowned, and there was a slight anger on her face, which was very different from the indifferent and pitying appearance of the previous meeting, which showed how powerful Zhu Chenhuan's mouth was.

"Who are you?"

Zhu Chenhuan didn't retract his gaze, he was still staring at the not big breasts of the woman in white, the angry woman in white's body trembled, and the two breasts in front of her rose and fell with it, Zhu Chenhuan couldn't help but give her a thumbs up and said, "Thank you!"

The woman who was like Guanyin was angry and put her hands together again, and was about to make a move, but she suddenly shot backwards, only to see that where she was just standing, a sword qi ravine as wide as one foot and two feet deep suddenly appeared, and then the entire room was filled with sword qi, full of sword intent.

Li Bai slowly walked in from the door, the Qingguang Sword was still closed in its sheath, he glanced at Zhu Chenhuan, and then at the woman in white with an indifferent face, and asked with a pity: "Kill or not?"