Legend of the Great Saint

Li Qingshan's emotional life, though not blank paper, is not much better than that of Qingdanqing. Only outside Qingyang City, under cedar, Gu Yanshadow glanced at the shock and let him experience the so-called love at first sight.

But he was not praised by flowers, no matter how deeply Gu Yanshadow had left a mark on him, how much he made a vow. At this moment, she doesn't have a woman in her arms who loves her very much.

So, when I saw the painting, the memories made only a short, pathetic retrospective, and what came to mind was her reclining position on the bow, natural generosity, nothing, which made him feel.

“You're in my arms. Why should I waste a painting? ”

“Qingshan.” Han Jungzhi only felt that his heart seemed to be melted, and that happiness was like a cloud, and he had to fly to the sky.

Above 10,000 hectares of Bibo, the two of them lay side by side, infinitely satisfied in their hearts.

Li Qingshan didn't think of a word of her own, so it worked. She slipped her fingertips across her lush lips and smiled: “Happy now! ”

“That's about it.” Han Jongzhi glanced at him, the autumn waves, Xiafei's cheeks, and the melancholy point.

“But what's the reward?” Li Qingshan dotted her with elastic breasts.

“No, a gift as promised.” Han Jong-chi snapped his hand and took something out of the hundred bags.

“This...” Li Qingshan stunned, definitely not wrong, that's what he saw in the miscellaneous house of the superior spiritual appliance Dan furnace. This furnace is not made of gold iron, but of rare green jade carved, with a long dragon at the mouth of the furnace, all called the Panlong Jade Carving Furnace.

Shouldn't a woman be attracted to something and a man buys it? Each other's roles, it seems, are the other way around. Li Qingshan's heart is full of tenderness.

“What do you say, like it?” Han Jongzhi expressed concern that, although she was from a family, the Han 'an Army never knew what it meant to love her. This was also a matter of spending years saving money, but also saving credit in the Eagle Wolf Guard, replacing the spirit stone, to gather the spirit stone.

Li Qingshan said nothing, put down the pan dragon jade carving furnace and kiss her cherry lips directly.

“I said...” Han Qiongzhi struggled slightly, but this man held her in his arms almost brutally, in an irresistible gesture, kissed her lips, her head suddenly blank, subconsciously hugged him.

Li Qingshan tapped open her teeth, drove straight in, and enjoyed Xiangjin. Her hands seemed to want to rub her into her arms like water. Her heart is completely filled. Isn't a woman like this worthy of his wholehearted love?

After a long time, the lips separated and a tiny tin of liquid broke the thread.

Han Qiongzhi's eyes were lost and his sandalwood mouth was slightly open, still smelling the first kiss of his life, with a long finish.

Back to God, Li Qingshan's smiling eyes: “Turns out Jong-ji, you are so afraid of being kissed!” Only then did he feel that the woman in his arms seemed weak and boneless, completely paralyzed in his arms and could do whatever he wanted.

“You don't count. I'm kind enough to give you a gift. If you want to take the opportunity to bully me, you can use so much strength to hold me. It hurts.” Han Qiongzhi's face was burning red and charming, and he was delirious. There was no blame for the way his love moved.

“For you.” Li Qingshan put the furnace in a hundred bags, and took out the "Heavenly Girl Scattered Flower Map". Think about her boyfriend, she was not qualified to do it. She only wanted to enjoy the tenderness, but let her give her a gift first.

Han Jong-chi refused to ask: “I'm not swapping with you. You won this, keep it! ”

Li Qingshan shoved the painting into her hand: “It's a love letter, understand?” In fact, he doesn't really understand himself. Thinking about their love letters compared to any romantic feelings of silk is really pragmatic. But what he loves is this woman who doesn't know what romance is.

Han Jongzhi realized the meaning of the painting in his hand, his heart was endlessly joyful, and he couldn't help but love to let go, and looked at it again, as if the painting in his hand was not like a talent.

After a moment, he suddenly closed his eyes and raised his head, his red lips slightly beeping.

Li Qingshan said: “What? ”

“Idiot, I want to try again, it feels good.” Han Qiongzhi opened his eyes and said, “But don't take the opportunity to manually touch me. ”

Li Qingshan shook her head and sighed. There was no woman who had spontaneously begged for a kiss after the first kiss. If she was considered a beauty of shame, she was really mistaken and said: “Thank you for reminding me.” Kiss her head down, grab her slim waist with your left hand, gently touch it, and place your right hand on her buttocks, kneading hard.

Han Qiongzhi hummed softly, his subconscious twisted his lower body, but his mind was completely immersed in his sweet kiss, only to deal with the foreign object that invaded her mouth, no time to worry about anything else, let it go.

After some intimacy, Han Qiongzhi smiled and refused Li Qingshan's suggestion to go swimming in the lake. Red lips rubbed over his cheek, stopping by his ear, exhaling like Lan: “Wolf, don't think about this all the time. ”

With her middle finger buttoned up in her right hand, she was not unfamiliar with certain parts of the man's body, but most of them were dead, so that she was born alive on her own man, making all kinds of changes, just very interesting.

Because of her nature, how can she be willing to be fooled only by him, and return to color whenever she has the chance? Let him taste what she's good at. Don't think you can bully him if you become his woman.

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, then frowned and stared at her severely. Once a man and a woman have a feminine taste, it's really bad, that wild style, it's really soulful. It was only after transporting the Turtle Town Tip that he stood up to the agitated fire. Anyway, he had mastered the tips for dealing with her, and was not in a hurry to peel and wash her into his stomach sooner or later.

Coming to the long-time Qinghe Mansion, the two traveled together.

On the water side of the Qing River, planted with Yang Liu, river boats weave like weaving, although it is summer flame, can not stop the pleasure.

The atmosphere of this era is kind of open, especially in a capital city directly ruled by practitioners such as Qinghe Fu, the degree of freedom and openness, even though the legendary Great Tang Sheng Shi can not be compared.

You know, one of the three rulers of Ruyi County is a woman. Women can practise martial arts, they can practise, they are by no means subordinate to men. This person beside Li Qingshan is a living example.

Although the appearance of Han Qiongzhi was too eye-catching, which forced Li Qingshan to deal with several colorful and intelligent scoundrels, but this long-running secular life, the smell of the city well, gave Li Qingshan a good taste.

Wandering between the high-rise buildings, with this modern woman, the trance seems to have returned to the past life. When no one was around, she would send a dragonfly with a watery kiss, then smile and run away, watching his teased face helpless.

At dusk, don't go past Han Qiongzhi - nature is also kissing goodbye, she has completely fallen in love with this way of intimacy - Li Qingshan returned to Yunfeng Island, otherwise, Xiao An waited in his room, reciting the Buddha's Book, and when he saw him, he smiled, twisting his head: “Where's the gift? ”

Li Qingshan sat down in front of her, thought about it, and decided to tell her this news. After all, this is the last message that the woman left in the world.

“Qian Jung-chun disappeared, and these are the things she asked me to give you. ”

Xiao An gave a stunned look and looked at the pile of Lindane Stones in front of him

In his sweet and enthusiastic love with Han Qiongzhi, Li Qingshan has almost completely forgotten the existence of this woman, or is he still chatting? Hearing Han Qiongzhi mention, Qian Jungzhi has been missing for three months. The eagle wolf guard has issued a search mission, basically determined to be dead.

Han Jongzhi had long been accustomed to life and death, which was just a whine at the time, and is now completely out of his mind. Unless there is a special situation, the relationship between practitioners is very faint.

Li Qingshan sighed softly. Her crazy pursuit finally reached the end?

Xiao An suddenly remembered the woman in the bloody sea of the dead mountain, laughing wildly, her heart chords trembled for a moment, is she really dead?

“I want to gossip for her. ”

“Fine.” Without any expectations in Li Qingshan's heart, Han Qingzhi's last mission went south to investigate a cannibal demon beast, almost out of the scope of Qinghe Province. There is a vast forest, where there are countless demon beasts, large and small, among which there are countless poisonous insects, connected to the underground cave, and just entering there is extremely dangerous.

Rumor has it that there is a good chance of escaping from the White Lotus Virgin's hiding place, but Gu Yan Shadow can't make a move, who dares to investigate? Did you really find a way to die? After disappearing with money, the Eagle Wolf Guard issued a search mission, but no one dared go.

Xiao 'an closed her eyes and sat with her legs plated, touching something like that with her right hand.

"The Seven Signs of the Clouds", as the Yin Yang family's calculation technique, she also never gave up enlightenment practice, but it was the first time she really used it.

At this moment, a thousand miles away in the southern forest, the sun's rays, the inability to penetrate the dome of the intersection of the broad leaves, the forest has completely darkened.

A fly buzzes and suddenly smells an intense and alluring fragrance, a smell of blood and corruption, often representing a corpse that can be passed down to future generations.

It moves its wings, it flies in that direction, it dodges a web, it comes in front of a hill, that smell, right here.

It circled through a hole almost covered by vines, dark as it was in the middle of the night, but unable to stop it, and quickly found its target, a corpse of a man who had fallen to the ground.

Yes, it's just a human figure, beautiful clothes broken into a strip soaked in blood, completely blind to the original style, a wound all over the body, a red mouth, blood and even pus, like a tearful eye, a moaning mouth, complaining about unspeakable pain.

The “corpse" was covered with no intact skin, even though in the gap between the wounds, it was also a bumpy scar, as if it had just healed, and was severely torn again.

The same is true of the face, even though it is difficult for men and women to distinguish, only a pair of eyes are open, even the corners of the eyes have been ripped open to the extreme, staring at the darkness in front of them, covered with dust covered with gray cover. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)