Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 5: Temple nympho

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"Quickly kneel and welcome!"

"On behalf of the sky!"

The people on the boat were drunk with great momentum, and the people in the boat sounded embarrassed.

Meng Fuyao muttered: "No, which stupid bird caused trouble? I'm not here to fight, I'm here to beg, but I don't want to offend people before setting foot on the sky..."

She muttered calmly: "I want to be low-key, low-key, low-key, low-key..." With a low-key roll of sleeves and a low-key weapon, she floated out of the cabin in a low-key manner. Before she could speak, she saw sadly--

Uncle Di Feitian tilted his head to stare at the group of high-spirited people in white, protesting: "It's really noisy..."

He then raised his sleeves.

Then... the ship next door was suddenly pushed down...

Yes, tear down.

It's like having an invisible big hand, picking up the big ship about thirty feet in the bottom, covering the hand and covering it.

Put it down. It’s such a behemoth, it’s over with a bang. However, the ship was toppled slowly, just like a romantic veteran who is very good at bed stuff, under the lamp in the tent, Jin Among the lingering flowers, she gently pushed down the flower girl she was fancy.

The expression is ecstatic, the posture is elegant, the action is emotional, and the person in the boat is unlucky.

The big ship leaned, the standing posture of those flying flags and ice sculptures hadn't reacted yet, and they couldn't maintain it immediately. They slid backwards, no need to talk about their dignity, their buttocks hit a pile, they were still martial arts. Yes, they all jumped up immediately, and the white shadows leaped up into the sky under the blue sea and sky, all of them drifting lightly like clouds, looking quite a bit immortal, and the people on the shore immediately bowed their heads deeply in admiration.

Di Feitian looked at it interestingly, and when the man flew up into the air, he took a breath and wanted to drink again, suddenly stretched out his hand.

Suddenly there was a small blue flag in his hand. There seemed to be a pattern on the flag, which was invisible when it was swept by the wind. It only felt like a beast. He pointed the small blue flag into the wind and thundered in the air. Scream.

It's raining!

Not too big, not too small, thirty feet square, exactly the size of the hull, and there was a thunderous and pouring rain of lightning, pouring down all the people who were skimming the sky, dripping inside and out. wet.

The boat rubbed closely together didn't even get a drop of water.

Meng Fuyao looked up and murmured: "God stick...I have a big stick..."

"That's a blind eye method." There was a low smile on his side, the grandson Wuji, "God and ghost transporting technique actually borrowed sea water."

Meng Fuyao said "Oh," frowning, thinking that such a half-god and half-ghost followed, in case one day he wants to be dissatisfied with the surge in adrenal hormones, how can he get it done?

The 30-foot heavy rain poured down. In order to fully embody their elegance and immortality, the temple envoys were all dressed in untimely thin white clothes. The water was poured and the whole body was transparent, so...

"Wow." Meng Fu shook the star's eyes, "Purple panties!"

Di Feitian arrogantly looked at the figure gradually emerging in the white robe, especially at the convex and concave ones. He shook his head and sighed: "The body is average. Huh? Look, this one next to me is called..." Meng Fuyao slammed his mouth and begged: "Father, please, sister doesn't want to be popular."

The group of humiliated divine envoys, one by one, their faces pale with anger. They drew out their weapons in mid-air and tried to attack the emperor, but someone suddenly said coldly: "Stop!"

The man's voice is not high, he sounds very young, and his tone seems to be a little sickly. However, with that sound, the people in white in mid-air hunker down, and the people looking up on all sides, once again Prostrate himself on the ground.

Meng Fuyao stared at a tree near the ship on the shore. Just after that word was uttered, the bark of the tree suddenly burst slightly and fell silently.

What a strong internal force.

The sea breeze on all sides became quieter, the crooked cabin curtain was lifted, and the golden figure walked out slowly. The pace was very calm and slow. The hull was slowly tilting to the right. He was walking to the left, every step he took, The hull fell back a bit, ten steps later, he stepped back slowly on the leaning hull!

The white-clothed people all bowed down: "God envoy and divine might!"

The people screamed out loudly: "God is so powerful!"

Meng Fuyao held his chin, looked at the man in gold with interest, and asked the grandson Wuji: "It's amazing, a **** envoy has such skills, I think it's worth killing in a smoke." /

"The envoy of the firmament is a master chosen by thousands of people," Changsun Wuji said, "equivalent to an inspector sent by a country, how can he be a weak player?"

His gaze fell on the belt of the man in gold, his gaze swept over the totem of the horse's head on the other's belt, and said lightly: "Tighten the person under Luo's command."

"Jinnaruo?" Meng Fuyao was startled, "Eight dragons?"

"How do you know the eight parts of the temple?" Changsun Wuji looked at her in surprise, Meng Fuyao twitched his mouth, coincidence, it was a coincidence...

"The eight parts of the temple, one day, two dragons, three Yasha, four gandapo, five asuras, six Jialouluo, Qijinnaruo, Bhama Huraka, the heavens are the masters of the temple , The supreme ruler of the firmament, the dragons are led by the holy lord, and the Yasha is in charge of the military. This is the upper three halls, under which Gandava is in charge of political affairs, Ashura is in charge of economy, Jialou Palm is in charge of the temple’s guarding affairs, and the Kinna Palm is in charge Religious affairs, the four realms outside the temple of Mahura Kazhang, and at the same time each of the eight parts palms astrology, formations, arithmetic, illusion, singing and dancing, music, painting and calligraphy, medicine, etc., which are also the eight parts' respective good at."

Meng Fuyao listened to the grandson Wou-ki as a treasure, and smiled: "Is there anything you don't know about heaven and earth?"

"Yes." Longsun Wuji also smiled, "I don't know when you will nod and marry me."

Meng Fuyao gave him a glance. Before he could face **** for tat, he heard a bang. The ship on the opposite side had already fallen back to the surface. The sound of cheers was shaking. The falling hull was a little closer than before, and he rubbed unceremoniously. Bump over.

Uncle Emperor Feitian was listening to Changsun Wuji's introduction of the establishment of the Evergreen Temple, but he didn't care about the actions there. When he looked back, his eyebrows were raised, and when he raised his hand, a golden light that was more gorgeous than that of the golden-robed man struck past. !

Meng Fuyao saw that the big event was not good, and then he killed people before entering the realm of the firmament. How will he live in the future? Feishen wanted to stop, but the corners of his clothes were suddenly pulled heavily. When he turned around, it was the long-term Sun Wuji. He held Meng Fuyao with one hand, and flicked his sleeves with one hand. With a dark vigor, he led the golden light into the sea with a loud crash. After the earthquake, a huge wall of water rose on the sea surface, mixed with golden light everywhere, and the people on the ship and shore screamed in exclamation, scattered and avoided.

Di Feitian looked back, looking at Changsun Wuji with one eyebrow high and one eyebrow low, and his eyes suddenly became angry: "Huh?"

"Master Sorcerer, do you think these small characters are worth your hands on?" Changsun Wuji said leisurely, "Is your opponent just a divine envoy in the temple?"

Di Feitian pondered for a moment, and nodded: "That is, the master and the junior are arguing, it's *part." He waved his sleeves, "You can solve it."

He turned around and wanted to ignore the affairs here. He didn't want the golden envoy who had escaped his life but didn't appreciate it. He stood on the bow and said coldly: "Want to escape?"

The wet white messengers shouted in unison: "Don't kneel down and ask the divine messenger for forgiveness!"

A few of the women in the white clothed clothes were so wet and curvy, but no one was ashamed and concealed. They stood up and shouted loudly. Among the many people on the shore, no one dared to look up, let alone make fun of them.

Meng Fuyao sighed, thinking that theocratic rule of faith and worship is indeed a harmful thing. After a long period of time, evil will develop. What is the reaction and action of normal people?

The envoys of the sky have been worshipped by the people of the country for a long time, and they really think they are gods.

Seeing that Emperor Feitian was going to be angry again, Meng Fuyao hurriedly gave the uncle Shun Mao: "I'll come, I'll come, how can this little thing work for you, go in the cabin and ask Tiecheng to make tea for you... Iron Sure, soak the tongue of Biyunque!"

Tie Cheng's face was black, and he grabbed a handful of tongues and threw it into the cup: "You die hard!"

Meng Fuyao turned around and just wanted to use some method to teach the other party without hurting his life. When the man in golden clothes saw the emperor Feitian enter the cabin, thinking that he was afraid to run away, he smiled triumphantly, raised his hand and pointed at Meng Fuyao:" Take them down for me! Send them to the divisional jail and be punished by the public!"

The man in white should be bent, Meng Fuyao helplessly began to draw his sleeves, but Changsun Wuji suddenly took a step forward and said lightly: "Is Jinnaruo on the other side?"

The man in Jinyi was startled, and looked up at the grandson Wuji. At this time, the grandson Wuji was naturally disfigured. He was just a fair-looking young man. The man moved his eyes and moved his hand. He waved everyone to stop and asked: "You are a member of the eighth department?"

"Fortunately to meet each other." Changsun Wuji smiled, "Asura's commander, Acting King inspects the water conservancy in the west."

"Oh..." The man's eyes softened a bit, but he looked at the grandson Wou-ki suspiciously, "How come there is no honor, is it also a divine envoy?"

"The rising tide of the Xin River and the unstable **** are causing the adults to pass first." Changsun Wuji leaned back, with a natural graceful posture, "I am a deputy, just transferred from the Ministry of Mahuraka, and Master Zhengshi Wechat inspection by branch."

The man in gold gave another "Oh". Oh, it was very meaningful. For the sake of power checks and balances within the temple, it is not as united as imagined. A deputy who was just transferred from Mahura Kabu is indeed very likely. Being squeezed out.

Listening to the other party's words and sentences, the eyes of the person in Jinyi finally calmed down, and he looked up and down the grandson Wuji, his tone was a little bit of a smile, and said: "That's it, but a misunderstanding and rude Up."

Another glance at the cabin where the emperor Feitian entered, hesitatingly asked: "The one just now..."

"I’m not familiar with the next..." Changsun Wuji whispered and mysteriously said, "I met halfway, saying that it’s an old friend of the temple lord. You have also seen this person, so I don’t dare to offend him. Not afraid, but there is no need to be an enemy of these people. Otherwise, go back to the temple and be afraid that it will be difficult to speak."

The man gave a soft "Oh", as if moved by Changsun Wuji's thoughtfulness, his voice suddenly became softer, and he smiled: "So, Duomeng pointed."

As soon as this person's voice softened, Meng Fuyao's eyes jumped—woman!

It's actually a woman.

She has been wrapped in gold clothes from head to toe, with a half-face mask on her face. She speaks coldly and has a low voice. Meng Fuyao is thinking about how to turn fighting into a jade silk, but she didn't even notice her gender.

"When will the deputy envoy return to the temple?" The woman seemed to have no great affection for the eldest grandson, so she started talking, "The envoy should be recalled to the temple, but there are still tasks on the way. I wonder if she will be with the deputy envoy. ?"

"I am going to return to the temple." Changsun Wuji flashed his eyes and replied, "It is a great honor to walk with the Lord God Envoy."

A few people disembarked together, and the local branch of the altar came to greet them and mounted their horses. The woman didn’t even look at Meng Fuyao. She only went with the eldest son Wuji. She smiled and said: " Too modest, you are under Asura’s command, and your level is higher than Jinnaruo. It’s more appropriate for us to fit in with our peers." Her eyes behind the mask rolled on Changsun Wuji, and she smiled and said: "You are really young and promising, this I am an Asura deputy at his age, so dare not ask your name?"

Meng Fuyao followed, silently thinking, is this the legendary "closeness"?

"Under Xu Zhaoyuan." Changsun Wuji smiled, but didn't ask for the name of the other party.

"Good name..." The woman's eyes flowed, but she stopped in the middle of her words, as if waiting for Changsun Wuji to ask. Changsun Wuji looked at her with a smile and didn't understand.

A trace of annoyance floated in her eyes, and the woman said in a low voice: "The envoy... the Pearl of Tuoba."

"Good name." Changsun Wuji praised, the praise lightly.

The woman immediately rejoiced, tilted her head and smiled: "It is said that when my mother gave birth to me, she dreamed that the pearl fell to the ground and the room was full of light..." She even talked to the eldest son Wuji about how she was, "Life" is a legend.

Meng Fuyao followed behind and listened silently, thinking viciously in his heart, "Pearl fell?" Isn't that the pearl covered in dust? Gee...

"This is a fairy cave where gods and envoys are staying in this altar. Each has a separate courtyard..." The sub altar master carefully led the crowd to a delicate building with blue walls and black tiles, where the moon cave door opened, two rows The servants welcomed them all together.

"The house is crude and the hospitality is simple...Please forgive the two gods..." The sub-altar master who is equivalent to the county magistrate does not seem to have the experience of receiving two temple gods at once. He is very nervous, not counting Beads of sweat rolled off his head in cold weather.

"Very good." The woman looked at it and saw that there were two separate courtyards in the yard, but they were closely connected, separated by a flower wall. She was very satisfied, and waved: "Go down."

Zhang Sun Wuji said goodbye to her in front of the wall of flowers, Tuoba Mingzhu smiled softly, "This road is still long, why are you polite?"

Meng Fuyao watched her golden back cross the wall of flowers, looked up at the "Sacred Cave Mansion" with the eaves of the heavy building, and smiled: "A guest house in a small place is so gorgeous and exquisite. Luxury."

Zhang Sun Wuji took her hand and said with a smile: "Even if the people in the sky are poor, they spare no effort to enshrine the temple. Therefore, the divine envoys have always visited and spent all kinds of expenses and are very luxurious."

"This is the magic of religious belief and theocratic rule..." Meng Fuyao sighed, "Once the belief is formed, it will be more indestructible than the ordinary government to some extent."

There is something wrong behind Sujue. Looking back, the uncle Di Feitian is looking at the hand held by the two with extremely dark eyes.

Looking at what he looked like, it seemed that he wanted to take a hand and replace it by himself. Meng Fuyao immediately smiled and reminded him: "Don't use strong, don't use strong." He ordered Yao Xun, "Go, find a woman for the uncle Get rid of the fire, be beautiful!"

King Kong fluttered his wings on the shoulders of the grandson Wuji and shouted: "Find a mother for the Lord, be beautiful!"

Master Yuan Bao glared at Di Feitian shoulders-Di Feitian refused to return Master Yuan Bao, and the two unscrupulous masters were not in a hurry to ask for it. Master Yuan Bao changed hands several times, thinking that his confidant's fate was miserable-in fact, Lord Witch God He has a good attitude towards things he likes. He can take photos of the fruits of the mountains thousands of miles away for Master Yuan Bao, who has gained weight recently.

Kyuubi is also very happy because of this, Meng Fuyao's shoulder is one of them!

Yao Xun responded to the sound and went to find a woman. Uncle Di Feitian's face changed, but after a long while he waved his hand and resolutely said: "No more!"

Meng Fuyao was stunned: "Master, didn't you say that you haven't used a woman's golden gun for a long, long, long time, and it's almost rusty. If you don't need to burst into the sun, you will die?"

"No more!" Uncle Di Feitian returned to his room with his head held high, "Uncle does not accommodate! There is no reason to use crooked melons to split dates."

Meng Fuyao was silent, thinking that narcissism in his heart is that you really want to occupy my heart, so abstinence is not a stallion? Don’t do it, uncle, you’re just like a jade for ten thousand years and don’t swear, elder sister, I will not empathize and fall in love with you...

==

"Why do you want to mix with this envoy?" Entering the room, Meng Fu couldn't wait to ask Changsun Wuji.

"Don't you want to have a blind eye?" Changsun Wuji smiled and touched her hair, "In the situation just now, instead of making a big fuss, it is better to make a good relationship first, and let her cover you to the temple. The temples are outside. The messengers do not belong to each other and it is not so easy to find."

"If you find out, it will be a trouble, right?" Meng Fuyao pondered, "I'm afraid it's impossible to hide it."

"I fight early, and fight late. Wouldn't it be more profitable to fight when I'm done?" Changsun Fox laughed.

"If you can turn people's heart to belong to you, then you don't even have to fight, it's even better." Meng Fuyao also smiled.

"Huh? Is there any?" Someone pretended to be a fool.

Meng Fuyao didn't speak anymore, and someone would think she was jealous anymore.

It's a pity that she didn't talk to someone or she automatically understood that she was jealous, her eyes became more radiant, and she smiled and said: "Well...I seem to smell some sour smell..."

Meng Fuyao laughed and said, "That is, Nine Tails are farting."

Nine-tailed looking sadly at the sky--ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, how many beasts that the fart which waits for me to surpass the fragrance of blue musk stays up all day and all night, and becomes sour vinegar in your mouth...

"Seriously, I don't understand, shouldn't the cold gods in the firmament temple be noble and reserved? How come all of them are like idiots who have never seen a man." Meng Fuyao held back for a long time and finally couldn't bear it. Live, grumble and bite your ears with Changsun Wuji.

Changsun Wuji glanced at her with a smile and asked: "Can I understand that you are just curious?"

"Yes." Meng Fuyao replied without embarrassment.

Changsun Wuji smiled and pinched her nose: "Evergreen Temple, you know, intermarriage is allowed, but you have seen the people in the temple, and you are accustomed to the problem of being over-the-top. Possibly, then within the temple, the choice is very small."

"Yes." Meng Fuyao suddenly realized, "Tuo Ba Pearl is still very young to hear her voice, and can already be used as a divine envoy to patrol the country alone. His status in the temple must not be low, so if you want to find a similar age in the temple, It’s really not easy for a man with good conditions in all aspects."

She glanced at the grandson Wuji, even if she was easy to face, her natural good temperament could not be concealed anyway, this person could wear a peerless look even with a small hat in a Tsing Yi, no wonder that indifferent and arrogant Tuoba Pearl, As soon as he saw him, he became a Tuoba God Pearl.

"Let's go out and stroll." Changsun Wuji pulled her up, "Learn more about the country of the firmament, it's good for you."

Meng Fuyao said in a daze, thinking in a daze, from Taiyuan to the sky, through the seven kingdoms, although he was with him for many days, but most of them were unintentional to play and rush forward. The two people really have a chance to go shopping leisurely. Less, and in the future...maybe it will be gone in the future.

My eyes dimmed when I thought about it, but I immediately refreshed my mind. After the mystery of Xuanji’s life, she knew that she had been entangled in grievances with the grandson Wuji for a long time. She also figured out some things. Since the grandson Wuji and She generally insists that it is not that she can give up when she tries to pull him away, so that he lives in the present. Since she wants to leave and is destined to be sorry for him, then she will try to leave him as many good memories as possible, then when she leaves Later, when he recalled slowly, he would not be surrounded by too much sadness and imperfections.

She lowered her head, thinking about her own thoughts, the grandson Wuji looked at her quietly, suddenly took her in her arms, and said softly: "Fuyao...I..."

Meng Fuyao hummed in his arms, waiting for the second half of his sentence, but Changsun Wuji hadn't spoken for a long time. Meng Fuyao pressed his chest and raised his head suspiciously, but when he looked up, he saw that his eyes were dark. , Such as the starlight above the sea disappears.

"It's nothing." Changsun Wuji rationalized her tousled hair, smiled brightly at her, and led her out.

Shuyao.

How do I tell you...

I am afraid.

==

The two are pressing on the road.

But there was a bunch of them behind.

Uncle Emperor Feitian and the three beasts.

The uncle disdains the stalker, but he is unwilling to let the two of them into the world. In his heart, he still wants to steal the meaning of how his senior Sun Wou-ki pleases Meng Fuyao's experience. Meng Fuyao doesn't matter, just take an extra beast— -Beasts.

The bazaar in the sky doesn’t look much different from other countries, except that every other way, there must be a shrine. Passers-by have to stop and worship, so the streets are full People are always stop and go.

Meng Fuyao laughed: "Aren't you tired?"

"What's the matter here." Changsun Wuji said, "Every family also has shrines. You have to worship before eating and sleeping. Many hours of the day are wasted on this."

"Will the prostitutes sell themselves halfway through, and run to the shrine to burn a few sticks of incense and worship?"

The long-term Sun Wuji glanced at Meng Fuyao and replied slowly: "Prostitutes...It is said that on the days of worshipping the gods, guests are not allowed to pick up guests, big sacrifices, small sacrifices, no guests, big and small houses, no guests, and the birthdays of the heads of the ministries. No pickup..."

Meng Fuyao was dull: "Then how many days can they do business in a month?"

"Usually count it down, five days."

Meng Fuyao continued to be sluggish: "Do you want to drink the wind?"

"So the prostitutes in the firmament are all part-time jobs."

Meng Fuyao: "..."

Suddenly someone got up and banged their heads, but they didn't make a noise. They said, "God bless you." They walked away very kindly.

"Ah, even though it looked a bit abnormal just now, it seems that the folk customs are still simple, you need it!" Meng Fu praised.

"That's just because there should be no quarrels before the shrine." Changsun Wuji said lightly, "The offender will be yelled for three days, and the whole family will not be allowed to teach. If you don't believe it, go and see, you can pass it. One street, the two were fighting."

Meng Fuyao was silent, but the emperor who had been following him didn't believe in evil, he followed him seriously, and returned with a strange expression on his face for a while.

Meng Fuyao looked at him with a smile, and the uncle Di Feitian looked up to the sky and sighed: "I killed someone..."

Meng Fuyao: "..."

When someone was killed, the local government officials came to ask the case.

"Who did it first?"

"Swear by the will of heaven and man." A fat man said piously, "The second child of the Wang family moved his hand first."

"Swear by the will of heaven and man." The sister-in-law holding the child put her hands together, "Laosan Li scolded people first!"

Meng Fuyao looked at Changsun Wuji, and Changsun Wuji approached gently. Meng Fuyao thought he was going to explain what the prefix meant, but he heard him whisper in his ear: "Swear by the will of heaven and man: I Longsun Wuji is absolutely loyal to Queen Meng."

Meng Fuyao twitched the corners of his mouth, and used his boot heel to wait on the boots of the grandson Wuji...

"Hey! You!" the public figure dressed as a Christian asked her, "Did you see anything?"

"Swear by the will of heaven and man." Meng Fuyao replied sternly, "Everything is floating clouds."

Don’t want to stay in the crowd anymore and listen to the endless "swear by the will of heaven and man." Meng Fuyao dragged his grandson Wuji to continue walking. After walking for a while, he saw a lot of people flow somewhere. Meng Fuyao was a lively one, immediately I squeezed it up,

After finally squeezing past, I saw a yamen-like door face. Many people knelt and kowtowed towards the inside. Knocking is nothing unusual. The key is that they have various patterns, some kneeling on the gravel, some on top of their heads. Cigarettes, some lay down naked, some burn themselves with incense, and the smell of blood and burnt meat floats all over the ground.

Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded: "Is this drying the hair?"

Changsun Wou-ki asked in the past and came back: "The time has come for the temple to select folk children into the temple every year. This is a demonstration of loyalty."

"Is it useful?" Meng Fuyao was stunned, "Does the temple select children in this way?"

"Naturally not." Changsun Wuji said lightly, "It's just that the people hope to impress the officials responsible for selection in this way."

"Why don't you stop?" Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at the young man who burned himself into a scorch. His whole body was shaking with pain, but he couldn't even grit his teeth.

"Why stop?" Changsun Wuji turned his head to look at her, "Don't you think it is easier to manage as a superior person and a loyal and loyal citizen?"

A fanatic religious believer... Meng Fu shook and shook, suddenly remembering the defenders who pierced infidels into the parade in Europe in the Middle Ages, the Crusades, the Taliban, the body bomb, the fire frame, the call of extreme religion The terrorists who launched all kinds of suicide violent attacks suddenly felt that this was a terrible country after the endless religious struggles around the world in their previous lives.

If... is an enemy of such a country...

Meng Fuyao felt a chill in his heart. Suddenly he heard someone crying loudly beside him. The voice was sharp, but it was a child. Turning around, a woman was dragging her child onto the gravel-paved ground. Kneeling, the child was only about ten years old, fearing pain, struggling and crying endlessly, was dragged by the woman desperately, and a little red mark appeared on the child's knee immediately, and the cry of cries rose to the sky.

The streets are indifferent, if they don’t see it, some people sincerely praised: "My lady is so ambitious!"

Meng Fuyao couldn't help but stretched out his hand to remove the child, and said: "This lady, you are too cruel, such a small child..."

Without a word, the men and women all over the floor sprang up, and the heads and bricks screamed, and the child in his hand suddenly turned his head, and spit on the corner of Meng Fuyao's clothes, cursing: "Fuck you, you must You nosy!"

Meng Fuyao collapsed...Who is this guy...

The body was suddenly pulled by someone, and the grandson Wuji had already dragged her out. When Meng Fuyao floated out, he also dragged away the uncle Di Feitian, whose eyebrows had already been raised, and fled with a scream—what can I do if I don't escape? Fight with a group of people who do not know martial arts?

Turning around a street corner, squeezing and squeezing in the crowd, gradually let alone the people, even the string of Emperor Feitian is gone, Meng Fuyao exhaled a long breath and patted his chest for joy: "It's dangerous."

The dignified female emperor of Dawan, Meng Fuyao, who came over in the **** storm and stormy waves, was chased by a group of people with wooden clubs and bricks, and shouted thrilling...

He breathed out a long breath and realized that there seemed to be a very secluded street corner, with no pedestrians on all sides, and he was leaning against a wall corner, Zhang Sun Wuji supporting her with both hands, trapping her in the middle.

His height has an absolute strategic advantage to her. His face is nearly square inches, and his extended arms surround him, forming a small narrow triangle, and she is firmly in the triangle. Site, the center.

The faint scent is lingering, and my heart is more refreshed from the attitude of looking down and approaching, the eyes of Changsun Wou-ki are rippling, and the smile is gentle.

From that perspective, the cool summer wind in the north swept her hair, and the girl's eyes were black and smart, like a pool of clear water.

The scent is approaching, warm now.

But there are discordant noises that disrupt the silence at the moment.

"Adulter and adulteress! Adulterer and adulteress!"

Uncle King Kong on the shoulder of the grandson Wuji, he turned his head to look at the two weirdly for a long while, and finally determined that these two are to do what the old master often does!

"Adulter and adulteress!" King Kong could not fly away, his yellow hair was erected like smoke, his small yellow, green and green eyes rolled quickly, "Aouou! Little boy! Aouou, love brother!"

Zhang Sun Wuji suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the bird, took out a towel, wrapped it around the bird's beak, and hung it on a small tree nearby.

Uncle King Kong called the bad guys to destroy the atmosphere and was punished on the dead tree to struggle...

Meng Fu shook his head, fixed on him for a long while, but suddenly burst into laughter.

Zhang Sun Wuji raised his eyebrows, thinking that this woman is just like King Kong. It's really amazing, but Meng Fuyao laughed and happier. The noble and elegant Long Sun Wuji set against the colorful flowers behind him, it was too thunderous...

"Will you keep laughing and wasting the precious time we rarely spend alone together?" His Majesty the new Emperor Wuji raised his eyebrows, watching the woman laugh so hard, her body swaying in the wind into a beautiful and delicate lotus , Smiled suddenly, and then bent down and pressed his lips against the lotus-like petals.

"Um..." Meng Fuyao, who was smiling happily, was taken aback by his rare toughness.

The taste between the lips is soft, and the fragrance and warmth follow one after another. The implicit and elegant grandson Wuji, the kiss at this moment is fierce and direct, knocking teeth and tongue, conquering the city and plundering the land, wandering endlessly in the long-lost sweetness and warmth .

A kiss, kiss away those long-lost misses, heart-burning worries.

A kiss, kiss away those long concerns, sleepless toss and turns.

One kiss, kiss away the sadness between her eyebrows, and the sorrowful parting that the smile can't drive away.

One kiss, kiss away the gloom in my heart, the fate that has been lingering in my heart for a long time, I have been trying to avoid but knows that I cannot avoid it.

If we finally parte, please let me sleep in your ocean at this moment, the sky of 30,000 miles is blue like a wash, at this moment your world is my all.

The woman under her body is panting, and under the thin mask of cicada wings, she can see the snow-colored skin greasy with a touch of fat red, and the bright and pressing eyes of Su Ri's eyes have gradually softened, and they are as charming as spring water. After the soft light, a painful darkness gradually spread. Changsun Wuji immediately let go of her, sighed lowly, and pecked her lips with nostalgia.

Meng Fuyao held her heart and waited for the wave of pain to pass. It has been a long time since the "locking in love" happened. She gathers little and more, and she has almost no moments and opportunities to be emotional, and she doesn't want to be in this world. , This familiar pain was awakened again.

Meeting Changsun Wuji's caring and self-blaming eyes, she smiled and signaled that there was nothing wrong.

That's fine.

She is destined to be a traveler in these five continents, just like this "locking in love", she wants her to be infected with this weird poison, to tell her-to indulge, but in the future, there will be more painful pain.

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Returning to the "Sacred Cave Mansion", it was dinner time. The Altar Altar Master was already waiting at the Moon Cave Gate, very flatteringly telling the grandson Wuji that dinner was prepared, and Meng Fuyao, who had exhausted too much energy, touched his belly. Run in, shouting: "I'm starving to death..."

Her voice stopped abruptly in front of the hall door, and stopped moving.

Zhang Sun Wou-Ki opened and frowned behind her.

Di Feitian squinted and smiled.

For a long while, Meng Fuyao retracted his feet, turned around, looked at Changsun Wuji, the thief smiled, but the smile was a bit unpleasant.

Someone is speaking in the hall.

"What are you? Screaming in the place where the envoy resides?"

The woman in light gold clothes stands in the hall, looking back slowly in a carefully prepared posture. Her unstyled golden robe has been replaced with a light gold long skirt, which is tailored to the beauty of feminine curves. It was originally a little thin, but it also gave this highly tailored skirt a convex and concave contrast. The thinness reveals a little enchanting, but it has a more charming charm.

The mask on her face is gone. She has a fair face. This face is also slightly flawed. Although her eyebrows are pretty, she has a three-pointed appearance. It's just that she seems to be very good at makeup and knows how to take care of her flaws. Covering highlights the advantages, a little bit of rouge, half of the cheeks and thin powder, immediately make up the beautiful and vivid eyebrows. The original face was as picturesque as the landscape, but lost to the rigid and rigid, but now the light and shadow are shining, looking at the mountain is the mountain, look Water is water.

The pearls hanging high on all sides shot over, and the woman on the 4D tapestry carpet was a bit alive and fragrant, but her posture was weak and affectionate for no reason.

Meng Fuyao looked at the sky, thinking that when the two boats collided during the day, the girl came out of the cabin and stepped on the big boat. Compared with the beautiful flowers and the water at this moment, I really feel that life is really abstract, really abstract .

She was in a daze here, but people were not happy anymore. Where did the silly boy stand by the threshold, covering her meticulous preparation and the demeanor she wanted to show to that person!

"Don't get out yet!"

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First of all, thank you my friends. I was not scolded by Oolong Duan yesterday, but also received a bunch of diamond flowers, which is a rare treat for Duan, thank you!

The second thing I want to say is that the full text is coming to an end, and my own work for the whole year has also begun the final inspection and summary stage. In October, my busiest time has come. I think that many things need to be busy, and I will have to Training, speechless and hopeful... and the final gathering and clue sorting of long articles is also the most difficult time. These reasons will cause my writing speed to slow down. Therefore, there may be fewer changes in the future, and I will stop. Dear friends, I apologize and promise that as long as I have time, I will try my best.

I said in the message area a long time ago that Fuyao has been working hard in the early stage, because I will be very busy in the later stage. It is nearing the end. I hope that my dears will not be anxious or dry, and welcome the end of Fuyao.