Xiao Yao was like a phantom behind Dejing's horse, and saw that Dejing was galloping across the horse on the road, and suddenly hit him the horse, and the horses under the seat were in pain and galloped, but Dejing jumped off the horse's back with both hands, and gave up the horse in a panic to a dense forest on the side of the road outside the town.

Seeing this, Xiao Yao hurriedly leaned over and squatted down, and as soon as he hid his figure, he heard a mournful roar coming, and when he looked over, he saw that in the hazy night, the horse that had been stolen by Dejing had been knocked to the ground by a black shadow flying out of the roadside.

Xiao Yao saw that the posture of the black shadow jumping out was very stiff, but it was as fast as an emergency, and suddenly remembered that the red-haired man he saw in the Drunken Immortal Tower during the day used this kind of body method, and looked carefully, and sure enough, he could still see the red hair through the night.

The red-haired man snatched his arms from the side of the road and knocked the horse down, and when he looked at the horse again, he did not see the monk Dejing, and then two more people came out of the roadside hideout, whispered a few words to the red-haired man, and then went to the dense forest into which Nadejing had entered.

Xiao Yao crouched in the distance and saw that in addition to the red-haired man, one of the other two black shadows looked like a scorched woman with the red-haired man in the daytime, and the last one was bloated, obviously not the second prince of the Dragon Gate. After thinking about it, I couldn't help but be curious, so I was ready to go into the dense forest to take a look, but fortunately, it was thick with clouds tonight, and I just wanted to get up and chase after it, and suddenly heard a slight sound, and hurriedly stopped.

After a while, there was a dream-like pink floating out from the place where the horse fell to the ground, just like the peach blossoms flying in the peach blossom gorge in the spring dynasty, at this time, the cold moonlight sprinkled a piece of silver light through the gap between the thick clouds, Xiao Yao saw it through the moonlight, the pink was actually a woman with a graceful tingting, a pair of small snow-white embroidered shoes lightly stepped on the ground, it seemed that the moonlight was a little dim under her background.

Xiao Yao was hiding in the downwind at this time, quite a distance from where the woman walked out, and after the woman walked out, the evening breeze brought an indescribable sweet and greasy woman's aroma towards Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao involuntarily sniffed hard, remembering that the woman's lotus step was lightly moved, and a piece of mutton fat-like snow skin was exposed under the pink neon dress between the woman's lotus steps, and suddenly felt a wave of heat in his heart surging up from the lower abdomen and rushing upward, and there was a kind of restlessness that immediately rushed out to catch up with the woman, and at this time, a trace of coolness came from the depths of the spiritual sea and suppressed the restlessness in time.

Xiao Yao shook his head vigorously, only to feel that his face was hot for a while, and after taking a deep breath, he quietly chased into the dense forest, there was no wind in the forest at this time, and the sweet fragrance left in the air was stronger, Xiao Yao was not afraid of the wrong direction, but every time he thought of the woman's hazy figure, even if he didn't see his face clearly in the night, his heart was still surging and undulating.

Let's talk about the monk Dejing riding out of the town before, driving the horse along the official road to the south, suddenly a black belt fell from the tree above his head and fell on the horse's neck, the monk Chengjing grabbed it and saw that it was a mutilated poisonous snake corpse, and there was blood flowing out of the place where it was bitten seven inches.

If you want to say why Monk Dejing was so panicked when he saw the corpse of this poisonous snake that had been eaten by someone, the story has to start from half a year ago.

It is said that the north and south of Shaolin are the same as the branches, often every few years to send monks to each other to confirm the Buddhism exchange martial arts, half a year ago it was time to exchange martial arts, although the Dejing monk Buddhism cultivation is mediocre, but the first master of the Dharma Hall learned a good skill, so the Shaolin abbot Suzang sent Dejing as a representative of the Songshan Shaolin Dezi generation to Fujian Putian Shaolin exchange.

However, although this Dejing monk is excellent in martial arts, he has a hot temperament, and when he guarded the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the past, there were many uncles and masters who pressed and did not appear, this time he left the Shaolin Temple alone but gradually couldn't contain his temperament, and every time he encountered something, he wanted to take care of it, and gradually acted wantonly as a touted person, and even the drinking ring was broken.

That day, it also happened to go to the Zijin Town under the gossip mountain to rescue a few men in distress, these people also somehow found out that the monk Dejing stayed in this inn in the east of the city, and brought a dozen good daughters on the altar of red to thank Dejing for saving his life, Dejing looked at these men's martial arts and didn't care much, and was aroused by the fragrance of his daughter's red wine and did not refuse, these men then called a table of banquet in the inn, during the banquet several people patted Dejing's fart, and poured one jar after another of the spirits, Dejing drank until late at night and finally didn't remember anything。

A few men saw that Dejing was drunk, and carried him back to the room, Dejing lay on the bed and slept for a while, then he felt that his whole body was hot and unbearable, and there seemed to be a fire in the lower abdomen that could not get out, and he crawled up in a daze and wanted to find a pot of water to moisten his throat, and when he touched the cup on the table, there was no water, and he went to touch the teapot and it was empty.

Dejing was groggy at this time, his heart was hot and unbearable, it was irritability and anger, he heard someone calling for help and broke out of the room, to push the door next door, but the door was locked from the inside, and the sound of the cry for help inside became more and more urgent, and he broke the latch of the door with the force of his hand and broke in.

A red-haired man standing in front of the bed was surprised when he saw the monk Dejing break in, turned around and pushed open the window on the side and jumped out.

Suddenly a strange fragrance hit his face, and then a soft and boneless body hugged him tightly, Dejing's body was hot and he only wore a pair of trousers when he was asleep in his room, and then he only felt that the upper body of ** was a hot and soft soft, and the evil fire in his heart was even better.

Looking down, I saw the red candle swaying, and a delicate woman with crystal eyes hugged him firmly, and a sweet and greasy woman's desire on her pink shoulders made people crazy.

The woman was holding Dejing tightly, but when she saw that he looked so ashamed, she couldn't help but let go of her hands and took a step back, but the original clothes on her body were torn to shreds by the red-haired man before, and then she stood up and fell like flying red leaves, leaving only a crooked fiery red veil around her body, snow-white skin, soft and plump breasts, two points of cherry-like red, and the valley between the legs all exuded a fatal attraction.

The woman's 'ah~' exclaimed, and hurriedly fell on the bed shyly, so that the plump chest was fuller, the red gauze turned up, and the waist and round pink* buttocks outlined a thrilling curve.

Dejing on the side of the bed only felt that the whole body was about to explode by the hot blood, and no matter how unbearable it was, the tiger roared and pounced on the soul-seducing scenery in front of him, the woman groaned, but the pride on her chest had been held by Dejing's big hand, and the softness that could be broken by the blow bomb continued to change shape to bring bursts of disorienting pleasure.