"Uncle, where are you going in such a hurry?" Xiao Youliang, the great disciple of the Poyun Immortal Lord of the Qinghui Sect, followed the red sword light that rushed out from Lan Yue Peak.
The outer disciple sweeping the floor followed Xiao Youliang's line of sight and looked into the sky. All he saw was the flame tail left by the Red Phoenix Sword flying from the sky. "Ah, this, there may be traces of my uncle."
"Yes, yes, after the third senior sister returned to the mountain, she went straight to Lan Yue Peak without even taking a breath. I think it won't be long before our sect will have a happy event."
"I'm so happy!" Xiao Youliang raised his hand to seal the secret and disappeared from the crowd in an instant.
After a few people came to their senses, they realized that the usually polite senior brother had just spoken out in a foul tone.
Bang!
The door of the side hall of Qingzhu Peak was split in half by the sword energy and fell to the ground.
"Xiao Youliang, as the eldest brother of the sect, how can you act so rudely!" The woman in purple clothes closed her eyes and sat cross-legged on the bed.
"He Yan'er, it was you who broke your promise first!"
He Yan'er sneered and stood up calmly, "I never promised you, so why would I not keep my promise? But you, on the other hand, have hidden Master's traces time and time again. What are your intentions?"
"Or do you really think that I don't know why the master sent you down the mountain many times with the responsibility of subduing demons, and you were not allowed to return for several years?" He Yan'er grabbed Xiao Youliang's collar fiercely for a moment and then let go.
Patting and straightening the wrinkles, he said, "A disciple should act like a disciple and should not have any thoughts that he shouldn't have, even the slightest, right?"
There was no shame or anger in Xiao Youliang's face because his thoughts were exposed, but the anger brought by the entrance, "As a person from Qingzhu Peak, how can you be willing to put Yue Peak first in everything? Don't forget, Poyun Immortal Lord
He is also your master."
Not mentioning this, He Yan'er immediately turned his face and put out his hand to greet Xiao Youliang's face, "You still have the nerve to question me? I'm obviously Master's disciple, why, why have you even asked me for so many years?"
Hiding it all?"
He Yan'er turned her back to Xiao Youliang and folded her hands in front of her, "In a few days, my uncle will come back with his master. I should prepare wedding candies and other things. Before the wedding is over, you'd better
Stay safe and behave yourself.”
"I'm afraid this marriage won't work out."
Before Xiao Youliang stepped out of the yard, the thunder whip drove the air and flew towards his back with a sizzling sound.
The forest at night was eerily quiet, the stars in the sky were scattered, and the young man's figure flashed back and forth in the forest.
"Master, get out of here quickly. That person already knows your whereabouts." Xiao Youliang couldn't find anyone, so he had to shout loudly around, hoping that she would leave as soon as possible.
An unknown wild flower in the grass floated out a little bit of spiritual energy, and transformed into a woman in a red shirt with a silver-white Qingxin bell tied to her ankle, "It's too late."
The woman in red caressed her sleeves, "Now that you're here, why are you hiding and refusing to see people?"
The breeze pulled a few leaves, like a small boat floating in the vast empty universe. The crisp sound of pearls falling to the ground rang in the woman's ears, "I haven't seen you for many years, Qing'er is still so beautiful."
The man is dressed elegantly in white, with a vermilion teardrop-shaped earring hanging from his right ear. His beautiful long hair is flying in the wind, and his pair of fox eyes made more attractive by the teardrop mole directly under his left eye.
Mu Wanqing almost fell under this skin. The buzzing of the Qingxin Bell calmed her down, "Are you mocking me for being ugly?"
Everyone in the world knows that Poyun Immortal Lord Mu Wanqing is mediocre in appearance, and no one would take a second look at him if he was thrown into a sea of people.
The whereabouts of the so-called Poyun Immortal Lord in the rumors are unknown. He has not been seen for many years. No one would recognize him when he walks on the street.
"How could it be? In my heart, my Qing'er has always been stunning." Lu Junying lifted up a strand of long hair hanging on Mu Wanqing's chest and played with it repeatedly with her fingertips.
Not enough, not enough. How could just touching her hair relieve the pain of longing for her in his heart for many years? He wanted to peel her skin and bones and swallow her in his belly, so that they could be incompatible with each other and never be separated, but he was afraid that he would never see her again.
Look at her silly grin with her little tiger teeth exposed.
"Qing'er is so cruel. She left her husband alone to stay in an empty house for many years." Lu Junying hugged Mu Wanqing, rubbed her temples, and greedily sucked the plum fragrance from her skin. "Your waist is a little thicker. It seems that you have been away from home all these years."
It’s been quite moisturizing.”
Mu Wanqing's silence added to Lu Junying's unhappiness, and when faced with her indifferent expression, he almost went crazy, "You make me uneasy all the time, why can you be alone?
You have to perish together with me."
Lu Junying grabbed Mu Wanqing's chin and bit the red lips he had been dreaming about for a long time. He had to own what that person had owned, and what he had not had time to own, he would own for him.
"Master! You bastard, let go of my master!" Xiao Youliang, who had been standing by for a long time, saw that he was insulting his master so much. He couldn't help it anymore and drew his sword to stab Lu Junying.
Unexpectedly, Lu Junying just flicked his clothes, and Xiao Youliang was knocked to the ground by the air current. He rolled several times and hit a strong tree. He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and passed out.
Lu Junying's kiss was not interrupted, but someone was a little absent-minded.
Mu Wanqing felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes, he was already lying on the bed. His hands were pinned behind the pillow and he couldn't move. "You can't..." Do this.
Before she finished speaking, Lu Junying closed her lips.
Under the bewitchment of beauty, Mu Wanqing finally surrendered, from initial resistance to submission, and then to the final embrace and cooperation.
Mu Wanqing sat in front of the glass mirror with disheveled hair. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't recognize who it was, Mu Wanqing or Jiang Chi?
"What's wrong? Did it hurt you last night?" Lu Junying was wearing a robe, with the white skin on her chest exposed. She leaned over and hugged Mu Wanqing from behind, "I will be more careful next time, husband."
"Lu Zechuan, you never dressed like this before." Mu Wanqing picked up the wooden comb to comb his messy hair.
Lu Junying was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "People will always change. If I don't do this, how will I win back my wife's heart?"
"Do you still remember the first time we met?"
Lu Junying took the wooden comb from Mu Wanqing's hand, picked up some black hair and took care of it carefully, "Remember, you were tricked into the sect by a broken sword that our bad master bought for a few pennies, and you were so angry that you almost ran away. Thanks
I risked my life to stop you, so I could keep you."
"Nonsense, I obviously started very lightly, otherwise you would have fallen to the ground on the spot and couldn't move."
"Yes, yes! Madam is right! Thanks to Madam's mercy, my husband is able to survive until now."
Suddenly remembering that Xiao Youliang was seriously injured last night, Mu Wanqing grabbed Lu Junying's collar and asked, "How is Xiao Youliang?"
Lu Junying held Mu Wanqing's hand instead, "Don't worry, no bones were hurt. I already informed Yan'er before leaving. I just gave him some lessons to let him know that those who shouldn't be worried about should not be ignored in this life."
think."
"That's good." Mu Wanqing tried to break free from Lu Junying's hand, but unexpectedly, he was held tighter and tighter.
"We slept skin-to-skin last night, why are you still so resistant to me today?"
