Meng Xiaoan smiled, kissed her delicate face, and said, "Okay, I will take care of this matter."
Fujiwara Shindao: "I'm leaving first."
Just leave as soon as you say, without any regrets.
Meng Xiaoan waited for her to leave, and then muttered: "Actually, I am innocent, why do you always find me?" Meng Daguan was very irritable, and he still had to find a way to relieve his irritability.
"Fujiwara Kenshin, Li Dingtian seems to be having an affair with her, is it true?"
Meng Xiaoan suddenly heard a sound like pearls falling to the ground. Meng Xiaoan listened carefully and realized that this should be the sound of a piano. Someone was playing the piano so late at night.
Meng Xiaoan walked out of the room, looked for the sound, and came to a house outside. The senior official thought about whether he should go in and have a look. After all, this kind of extraordinary piano sound was not usually heard. The senior official passed by a house.
There was a battle between heaven and man, and then he jumped up. When he landed, he saw a woman in pale white clothes, who appeared in Meng Xiaoan's eyes like a fairy descending from the earth. Her face was delicate and gentle, and her eyes contained agility.
The smell of mountains and rivers, long hair like clouds, and a healthy body. A warm breeze blew, carrying a faint fragrance. The woman's bare hands lifted the hair from her forehead, and her smart eyes emitted a strange and seductive temptation.
Official Meng had the urge to immediately take up the gun and go into battle.
This was the first time he had such a strong impulse.
When the woman saw Cheng Yaojin coming out of the way, her eyes were so intense that she was not angry. Instead, she smiled slightly and said, "What do you think of the sound of my piano?" It was like the sound of nature.
With this faint smile, Meng Xiaoan was slightly in a trance, and there were four big words in his mind: Beauty is a disaster.
The woman didn't wait for Meng Xiaoan to speak and said, "The following song is for you."
Before Meng Xiaoan could finish speaking, the woman played the piano with her ten slender fingers, and the sound of the piano flowed out from her fingertips like a spring. The woman's eyes were half-squinted, her jade hands flicked, and the strings on the strings
The sound was like an empty mountain, with the night wind blowing warmly. It was as soft as a peerless woman's three thousand hair strands flying, telling a charm of thousands of years of vicissitudes. Meng Xiao'an listened to the waves in his heart, and the tune gradually entered the desolate state, and the night wind blew,
The moon is like a scimitar, the window is dark, and it is difficult for a lonely woman to fall asleep. She tells her longing for the man. Meng Xiaoan seems to be infected by it, his expression is sad, and there seem to be many complicated thoughts in his heart, but he can't say no for a while.
Qing. Suddenly a shy smile appeared on the woman's face, and with an arc of her fingers, the previous sad tune was like a muddy sea, disappearing without a trace. It was replaced by an emotion of great sadness and joy that could be seen in every village. Meng Xiaoan
A faint smile appeared on her face, the woman smiled coquettishly, and the tune also changed accordingly, and a kind of ecstasy of male and female joy gradually floated out. Meng Xiaoan's eyes showed an infatuated look, as if his soul had been taken away, only
Under the moonlight, the woman's crystal skin was exposed, her clothes were fluttering in the wind, and the land of snow pills could be vaguely seen rising and falling slowly under her breath.
Meng Xiaoan only felt that there was a strong desire to possess in his mind. Subconsciously, he seemed to treat this woman as his own. He felt a little hot and uncontrollably walked in front of the woman, with a thick look in his eyes.
With strong lust, he gently hugged the woman. The woman's eyebrows were silky and she showed a shy smile. Meng Xiaoan stretched out his hand and gently took off her clothes. Although the woman didn't say anything, there was a seductive look in her eyes.
Gradually it becomes thicker.
Meng Xiaoan stretched out his hand to her pink back and gently took off the jade mask. Suddenly, a pair of white and tender jade rabbits were displayed in front of Meng Xiaoan. The garden was delicate and straight, with two dots of bright red on the top of the peak. The goddess
The towering peaks perfectly match his graceful figure, and the undulating mountains make people's blood flow.
A flawless and slender white body appeared in front of her, with a slender waist that could not be grasped, slender legs, and black hair randomly scattered on both sides, with a few hairs like willow water flowing on her chest. Wonderful
The delicate body makes Li Daguan people intoxicated.
Li Daguanren didn't know his last name at this moment. He subconsciously lowered his body and hugged the woman with both hands.
He buried his head on the pair of goddess peaks.
The charming woman showed a murderous smile, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was so bright.
She stroked Meng Xiaoan's back with her left hand, and at some point there was a gleaming dagger in her right hand.
As long as he thrust his hand down, it was inevitable that the dagger would enter Meng Xiaoan's back. At that time, Meng Xiaoan was lying on her body like a dead dog.
Of course, Meng Xiaoan would not know that he had come into face-to-face contact with the God of Death at this moment.
The woman was afraid that Meng Xiaoan might not die quickly enough, so she wrapped her two slender legs around Meng Xiaoan's waist.
The member under Meng Xiaoan's body became even more proud.
His eyes became even hotter.
The woman's tender eyes suddenly disappeared, and the dagger in her hand suddenly plunged.
The woman is ready for everything.
In this case, Li Daguan and Li Dashao must not avoid it.
With just an inch of distance, Mr. Li was about to go down and have a date with the God of Death.
Just a roar like a Shaolin lion's roar was heard, and it was completely like a housewife in kung fu. A loud shout: "Meng Xiao'an."
The sound was astonishingly loud and full of air, like a roaring lion.
The woman's eardrum almost burst, and the dagger in her hand suddenly stopped.
Meng Xiaoan came back from the edge of death and subconsciously rolled his body one meter away.
His whole body was extremely cold.
There was a look of regret on the woman's face, but she was knocked away by Meng Xiaoan just when she was about to succeed.
The duck that reached its beak flew away.
Meng Xiaoan couldn't help but look gratefully at the fox who came to the rescue. If this guy hadn't appeared in time, he would have died in the hands of this bitch. Damn it, he was so absorbed in listening that he didn't even know his own name.
, he felt that his immunity to beautiful women seemed to have declined, but having said that, this woman first captivated his heart with a weird melody and the sound of the piano. If not for this, he would not have almost died.
, what is the identity of this woman? Meng Xiaoan got up, eyes half-squinted, looking at this woman who still had the same expression and naked body. She didn't look frightened at all, as if she was under the influence of someone else.
She had never done anything. Meng Xiaoan exhaled and said: "The temptation of beautiful women is really not something that ordinary people can bear."
The woman smiled faintly, her smile still charming and charming. She glanced at the fox who walked in, and said slowly, "Will you kill a weak woman like me?"
She began to put on her clothes slowly, as if she were at home.
It's just the dagger in her hand that tells Meng Xiaoan that this bitch is not a good person.
The fox seemed to be looking at an inanimate object and said: "It's the same for men and women, as long as I want to kill."
Meng Xiaoan also restrained his damn tenderness and sympathy at this moment, showing pity for women. He also wanted to kill women, and said: "I don't mind either."
The woman smiled, as if she would beg for mercy in this situation, but that was not the outcome.
After the woman put on her clothes, her expression became noble and proud. She said: "It's getting late, we will meet again. Remember, I am a member of the Uesugi family. My name is Fujiwara Bujang."
