Xiaoyi thanked 7 for her and was out of reach, and she was rewarded by Qinglingzi. But no need, I would be grateful if I would leave comments.

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In the chaos, I could feel the hot temperature of the person on my body as fire, and firmly locked myself under my body. My belt was loose, and my hands reached into my underwear and stroked it upwards, pursing my lips between Duanmu.

The shoulders and neck were bitten and licked by his lips and tongue, and it hurt slightly. The man in white quietly lowered his eyes, not knowing whether he was indifferent or weak.

Within Xuehui, his slender five fingers curled up lightly, and there was a silver needle in his sleeve that crossed between his fingers. The woman's expression was still light.

The lips were stroked hard by someone, and the jaw was suffocated due to being tightened. The eager breath was so close that even if the nerves were already weak, you could feel that the person on your body was very close to the ground and stared at him.

The breath that burst out from his mouth moved straight into the woman's mouth, rubbing her lips lightly, and the woman had no choice but to retreat.

The right hand moved to his side, and the silver needle between his fingers approached the man on his body through his clothes.

The woman on the animal skin had been cohesive for a long time, and her wrist was about to move. However, the breath on her lips was still far away, and her forehead was heavy, and she was gently pressed by someone.

The woman was suddenly stunned.

The man did not move slightly. He just quietly used his forehead to offset the breath of his whole body from violent to calm and slowly settled down.

Suddenly something fell into my eyes, warm and moist, and the white-clothed person's heart was quiet.

Let the man hug him tightly, suddenly hugged her and turned over and leaned against her side. She curled up and lay close to her arms, and the woman was slightly confused.

I could feel the more and more watery feeling on my chest, wetting my white clothes.

The woman was silent. She was silent between her fingers.

The hand that was buckled against her waist became tighter and tighter. The man in his arms was slender, trembling, and his breath became more and more messy.

She couldn't hear his voice, but could feel what he said while his lips opened and closed, as if he was accusing him, as if he was resentful, as if he was unwilling to be sad, inexplicably familiar with him, and faintly refreshed.

For some reason, there was a tingling pain between her eyebrows. The man in white was stunned inadvertently. He remembered that many years ago, someone had cried and accused her in front of her, and was unwilling to give up.

"Senior sister has inherited Qing Yunjian. If Qizhi wants to go against Xia Kingdom, you and I will definitely be enemies."

In front of the formation in the middle of the rain in Guiyungu, there was a white silk tied between the girl's forehead, and her hands were held behind her back, and her white clothes were covered with Mohan.

Looking at the young boy, he looked solemn: "Master is dead, but you still can't let go. It's a devil that becomes a hindrance."

The young man's pink and flawless baby face faintly emitted a cold and cold air, and he was resentful. "It's a devil that has become a hindrance? Do you know what I have experienced? What have I hated? Why do you hate him and want him to die?"

The boy looked at her with bright and cold eyes, and couldn't blink: "Nothing is enough! He is still not enough when he dies! My hands are stained with his blood, but it still can't wash away the anger in my heart! I want to destroy everything he values ​​in my hands!" The voice became deep, and the boy looked up at her: "Senior sister, you are like that too."

The girl in white looked quietly at the young man in a light pink dress under the moonlight: "My master was dying and drove you out of the master's sect to predict that you would embark on the road to destroying summer. If you refuse to stop, I can do nothing."

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the boy in pink looked straight at her, silent for a long time, and said softly: "How could you be helpless, do you want to save me?"

The girl looked at him.

The moon was faintly coming, and the weak boy's face was deep and quiet, as crystal clear as snow, and his long and thin eyelashes trembled slightly. He slowly approached the girl and suddenly reached out to hug the person in front of him: "He knew that I would not let the Great Xia Kingdom where he abandoned his wife and children to protect, so he predicted that I would embark on the road to destroy Xia. However, although I was unwilling to accept it, I did not want to embark on the road he had predicted."

The girl curled her hands slightly, her body was indifferent and cold, but she didn't push him away when she was yelling.

"If you want to save me and Xia Kingdom, go back to the Great Yu Valley of Xiqiang with me. In this way, I will stop."

The girl Ning Sheng: "I am the descendant of Qingyunjian and have the responsibility to protect the Xia Kingdom."

"Follow me, you will be your greatest protection for Xia Kingdom." The boy buried on the side of her neck: "Otherwise, you will regret it in the future."

"The master said that what you hate in your heart is actually the descendant of Qingyunjian."

The boy sneered: "Do you think I want to take you away just because you are the descendant of Qingyunjian?" He exclaimed on the side of the girl in white. The man in pink suddenly lowered his voice, and a trembling voice was seen in the hoarseness: "I also want to stop, only you, only you, only you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you?"

The neck was slightly wet, and the young man held her hand and suddenly tightened his hands, "Senior sister, use you to fill the lost and save the Xia Kingdom you want to protect, and save me?"

The cold moon and clear light shone on the white clothes, and the girl looked ahead calmly: "Duanmu is carrying the God of Apocalypse, and she will not leave Xia Kingdom." She retreated indifferently while lowering her eyes, and the girl in white looked at him: "Master told me not to hurt you. Today I will stop you in front of the Jiuqu Formation, just to let you retreat with difficulty."

The boy in pink looked at his lost arms barely, and there was water flowing in his eyes, "I only give you this chance." He looked up and the tears were falling from the corners of his eyes. The boy raised his lips but smiled, and his expression became dark in the light and shadow: "Duanmu Jiexian, I will ask you again in the end, do you deserve it? Will you save me?"

The girl in white stood outside her steps and would rather look at him. After a long time, she said, "This is not a way to save you, nor is it a way to protect the Xia Kingdom. Duanmu cannot respond."

The fists were clenched suddenly, and the young man squinted his eyes and smiled. His appearance was clearly pink and round, extremely cute, but his breath suddenly became cold, gloomy and terrifying, making people shudder: "You are indeed like him." His eyes were as bright as a charming person, and he said sinisterly: "If it did not belong to me, I would destroy people like you mercilessly. They should not exist in the world. Do you understand?"

The young man looked at her for a long time and continued with words: "Either dirty or destroy."

A deep laughter came out, gloomy and trembling, like a ghost crying and owl crying.

When the girl saw him looking back at him, she turned around and left. Her thin and slender figure slowly disappeared into the lush and lush deep forest of Guiyun Valley, leaving only the moon shadow and the clear light, and the cold wind and cold.

The abandoned disciples of Yunmen will never be allowed to step into Guiyun Valley again.

The girl watched him walk far away and turned back. As the forest wind blew, the white clothes fell, and there was a quiet silence.

The woman in white suddenly came back to her senses, and the worry flashed through her pale and cold face. Her hands that had not held the needle tried hard to move out of the snow command and slowly stretched to the face of the man in her arms.

In the snow cave, when Rabazi saw the man in pink stop, he couldn't help but sigh in relief, and looked up and stammered: "If you really think about that, you'll wait for us to go out." The person holding the man in his hand suddenly moved, and the girl was shocked.

The man in green clothes suddenly woke up while covering his chest, and reached out to help the woman in his arms in a drowsy state.

In a trance, I felt empty on my chest.

The young man in green was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, "Master?!" he stood up next time.

Master?

Rabazi was stunned and slightly happy when he heard this.

The four rough men couldn't understand Chinese, but only knew that the woman the young man was holding was being flirted by his own people, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the skin and the bonfire, blocking the boy's view.

The silly cicada was worriedly looking at the corner of the deep cave full of animal skins.

Yun Xiao pushed away the girl who was holding him, and followed the cicada's gaze and saw Xue Wei's corner spread on the animal skin, hidden in the corner of the cave, faintly vaguely.

The young man felt a little in his heart. Thinking of the white bones that the girl pointed to him before, but clearly showed a human bone, instantly, he looked like white paper, so he didn't dare to think deeply and walk over quickly.

Master!

After walking a few steps, the man in Qingyi stayed in place as soon as he saw it.

The woman's snowy arms had dispersed, her white clothes were messy, and the small wounds on her shoulders and neck were clearly visible. The waistband was untied on her side, and the underwear was vaguely visible.

The boy in pink who had seen before looked only sixteen, seven years old, hugged the woman tightly, and his hands were still firmly clasped against the woman's waist.

Above the animal skin, the snow-covered shop was scattered, the white clothes were messy, the woman's sad and white face was indifferent, and her eyes were dizzy.

The young man in green was quiet for a moment, and then the emotions that surged from his heart suddenly became like waves, and the sea was surging.

The knees were clearly painful, but their figure was like lightning in an instant. When the ghost flashed back, he had already held the Frost Flower Sword in his hand, and drew the sword out and slashed at the person beside the woman without hesitation.

The man in pink was shocked to find murderous aura, and his eyes were cold as he opened his eyes.

He wanted to turn over and avoid it, but the sword was too strong and could not be seen. However, even so, the man in pink who was curled up on the animal skin was still calm.

He turned his eyes to the young man in green who was covered with frost. He looked provocative. He saw clearly that the sword shadow in the young man's hand was the Shuanghua sword, and then he was slightly shocked.

The sword blade hangs three inches above the man's head, and it is difficult to get down.

Rabazi raised his hand that grabbed the young man in blue, rubbed his wrist and grabbed the sword and threw it back to the side of the campfire. He said anxiously: "Don't misunderstand, Mr. Helian did not do anything to her." He turned his eyes and frowned and glared at Helian Qi's eyes. The girl said again: "Mr. Helian and your master seem to be old acquaintances. Just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Helian Qizhi sneered when he heard this: "Yes, I have known this woman for more than ten years, and now I can only relate to it." The innocent and naughty eyebrows and eyes were faintly smiling, and the big round eyes blinked gently. He looked at the young man in blue with a pure and harmless face. After saying that, he hugged the woman in his arms, and casually held the woman's temples and put them on his lips to kiss her: "You hold Linshuang Bone in your hand. This thing is not passed down from outsiders. It seems that he must be the disciple of this woman." The voice was low and slow, and it was definitely not what he saw on his appearance as a sixteen or seven years old.

"What are you doing with your master's men and women?" The man in pink curled his lips and smiled, his face frivolously, and he looked at the boy with a squint eyes and asked quietly.

I saw the woman's temples hanging in her hands as cold as snow, and then I was slightly stunned.

Yun Xiao's face turned ashen, with cherry patterns on his forehead as blood. His beautiful face was red and white, cold and cold, and a ruthless and cruel feeling like Shura was emitting: "If you dare to disrespect my master, I will chop your hands!" The young man in blue pushed the girl away without mercy, and shot the silver needle between his forward fingers straight at the man in pink.

The silver needle was extremely dark and dull, and it seemed to be poisonous. Helian's face was stern, so he turned over and avoided it.

The man in Qingyi immediately stepped forward, his body flashing like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he wrapped the woman and Xuehui and carried it back into his arms.

Helian Qizhi turned over and jumped up, and glanced at the young man with evil spirits: "I just asked about the reason. It was a killer move to take action. I don't expect that the disciples taught by this woman were so cruel."
Chapter completed!