Zheng Wan's affectionate kick naturally fell into Mu Jiang's eyes.
She subconsciously looked at the white-robed swordsman—
Unexpectedly, the man didn't feel annoyed at all, instead he lowered his eyebrows and said something to the nun in red, only to provoke the nun to stuff another Huang Yiguo into her mouth.
From her angle, all she could see was the nun's crimson skirt that dangled like water, her white and slender wrist, and her pale and tender fingertips.
On the fingertips, there is still a little red juice left by Yuanguo.
The picture was too gorgeous, it hit Mu Jiang's eyes straight, causing her to lower her head in panic, her eyes fixed on the compass in her hand.
That nun...
It must be beautiful, right
Mu Jiang's heart quietly ran away.
She found that she couldn't focus on the words of the elder in the early days, and even her desire for the so-called "opportunity" suddenly became much weaker:
She lowered her head, with a compass in her eyes, but she remembered that man's lacquered eyebrows, cold clothes, and even the black hair scattered by the wind in her mind. Can't help but tremble once.
She wanted to see it, but dared not.
"Junior Junior Sister? Little Junior Sister? It's time to go east."
Senior brother's words penetrated through the thick fog and fell into Mu Jiang's ears. She looked up and found that the two had disappeared at some point.
After less than three miles, she was thrown off.
Mu Jiang felt lost.
The compass pointer pointed straight to the east, and she smiled softly to meet her senior brother's surprised eyes: "Then go east."
Speaking of which, although this is a senior brother, he transferred from his faction halfway, and the excuse was for her, but Mu Jiang never felt that this senior brother was special to her—
If I had to say it, the senior brother was even more interested in that female cultivator in red than she was.
The two turned to the east.
Zheng Wan followed Cui Wang to the west.
"Hey, Cui Wang, do you really think she's ugly?"
"It's not pretty."
"Why?" Zheng Wan, like every hypocritical woman, began to praise the other party insincerely, "I think she is pretty."
Cui Wang recalled it again seriously, and before shaking his head, he glanced at Zheng Wan's expression, and decided to temporarily agree and coax her.
The ancestors said that women should be coaxed, otherwise, they will run away with others sooner or later.
He nodded seriously:
"Well, it looks good."
"..."
Zheng Wan stamped his foot in anger, and scolded him in Cui Wang's bewilderment:
"Cui Wang, you bastard!"
The bastard blinked his eyes, under the long eyelashes, the beautiful glass eyes showed a sense of grievance.
"Old ancestor, what happened to her?"
he asks.
The old ancestor was stunned for a while by his coquettish operation:
"Cub..."
If it weren't for this face, I'm afraid Happy would not be willing to talk to him.
"You have to listen to the words of women in this world the other way around." The ancestor recalled with difficulty the "One Hundred and Eight Skills of Chasing Girls" that he had studied hard, "She said she was fat, but you have to say that she was thin , looks good. If she wants to break up, she will definitely wait for you to ask for peace... "
... So, when she said that bridges return to bridges and roads return to roads, she was actually waiting for him to sue for peace
Cui Wang looked at Zheng Wan, her skirt was flying, her legs were flying fast, and her cheeks were bulging like an angry puffer fish.
So cute.
he thinks.
Seeing her cute face, Cui Wang decided to confess.
"It's not pretty."
He said, "Wan Wan is pretty."
Zheng Wan knocked herself on the head, she realized that she was a little too easy to coax.
He suddenly stopped being angry.
Cui Wang walked a few steps quickly, side by side with her, holding her with one hand from the cuff, but Zheng Wan refused, but was firmly restrained by him—
Cui Wang took the hand smoothly.
Holding it in the palm of your hand, it is soft and fragrant.
He also handed over the plate he was holding on to with another hand:
"eat."
Zheng Wan picked up a piece of Huang Yiguo and put it in her mouth, there were only seven pieces left in the dish.
She looked at the plate, then at Cui Wang's handsome face that could almost change the color of the world with a smile, and picked up a Huang Yiguo:
"Ah, open your mouth."
Zheng Wan opened her mouth to signal to Cui Wang.
Cui Wang was taken aback for a moment, his eyes slid from the slightly pouty lips to the bright red lips dyed with sugar stains, and then fell on the tip of her small tongue, he turned away:
"I am a man."
"..."
Even the back of his head showed rejection.
Zheng Wan reached out and turned his head away.
"eat."
She moved her hand forward angrily, and almost poked Huang Yiguo's lips with her fingertips, "Don't be reckless, huh? God has rewarded you with this face, and I want you to cherish it."
Cui Wang knew that Zheng Wan liked his face—
The two of them were in the ice spring pool, if she was facing him, her mood would be extra high, and she would get up very quickly and easily...
He thought for a while, but still opened his mouth.
Zheng Wan handed Huang Yiguo to Cui Wang's mouth, and was about to withdraw it, but unexpectedly touched the tip of his tongue with the fruit rolled up: different from Cui Wang's cold and thin lips, the tip of his tongue was obviously warmer and softer. Some.
Zheng Wan withdrew her hand, and wiped the sleeve of his robe while she was doing so.
"..."
Seeing his cuffs being treated as rags, Cui Wangmo was silent.
The part that was as white as snow was stained with red juice, and the wet finger prints stood out on it. He was sure that she was not happy again.
But she didn't know that it provoked her.
She is always unhappy this day.
Zheng Wan was really unhappy.
A woman's emotions are like springs, and her anger is always accumulating—and her anger has never been cleared from the very beginning, good or bad, bad or good, good or bad, bad or bad Think even worse when:
There is never an end to the day.
She didn't understand why she was always angry.
Looking at the beauty who looks like Jiangnan Misty Rain, she was angry. Seeing Cui Wang's pretty face easily, she was angry. She accidentally touched the tip of his tongue, and she was also angry—
How useless, just for a moment, she actually wanted to stand on tiptoe and have an intimate contact with the tip of his tongue.
He was at a loss, and she was angry.
He was cautious, and she was even angrier.
Zheng Wan asked herself:
What are you fussing about
The reason was that her tank, which was full of water, was filled with a thick layer of silt from the beginning, so that no matter how much water was poured in, it would become muddy.
clean or not
It also doesn't make sense.
Where did Cui Wang understand the woman's endless thoughts? After a while, seeing Zheng Wan rushing on the road without moving for a long time, he opened his mouth and said:
"Three pills are useful."
Zheng Wan immediately understood what he meant, and Cui Wang just ate a piece of Huang Yiguo.
She glanced at him and smiled:
"Want to feed?"
Zheng Wan smiled cutely, Cui Wang rubbed his fingers, looked at the gray maze not far away, and one floor further, there was black billowing smoke.
He said "En", but Zheng Wan raised his face suddenly:
"Think beautifully."
She picked up a Huang Yiguo, shook it around under Cui Wang's eyes, and stuffed it directly into her mouth: "I don't know how to eat it?"
Halfway through speaking, his lips were covered.
Cui Wang clasped the back of her head tightly with his free hand, forcing her to cling to him.
His thinned lips were cold to the touch, but the tip of his tongue was warm. He forced her to open her teeth, and drove straight in, the tip of his tongue wreaking havoc in her mouth, rolling the half of the fruit, tasting it bit by bit.
"Sweet."
Cui Wang rubbed her with the tip of his nose.
Zheng Wan softened all of a sudden, half of her hands were stretched out to beat him, but they went around the back of his neck and clasped them together.
She stood on tiptoe in cooperation, and after a long time, the two separated.
Cui Wang's breath was heavy and turbid, and his low and deep voice gently brushed her ears:
"Hello."
Zheng Wan immediately woke up:
"Bah, shameless."
Who fed it
Obviously he came to snatch her from her mouth.
Zheng Wan covered her hot cheeks and thought blankly: What are they doing like this...
In her heart, she didn't want to reconcile.
Now reconciliation, always feel reconciled. But not reconciled, nor reconciled.
"Then what do you want?"
Grandma Ember squatted inside the Soul Cultivation Wood, watching it interestingly, the little girl's expression was easy to guess.
"I don't know either."
If Zheng Wan understood, she wouldn't go back and forth and go through many twists and turns.
When she ascended to the subtle realm, she thought she had cracked it.
But looking at it now, it doesn't.
That's all, we should plan for the peacock first. .
Knowing the opportunity, naturally there is no reason to let it go lightly.
Zheng Wan doesn't have the good character of being courteous and humble, let alone the awareness that she can't steal other people's opportunities—she even snatched her own life, so why would she be afraid of being cut off halfway
What's more, in the cultivation world, chances are always obtained by those who are destined. If she gets it, it means that she is also a person who is destined.
Zheng Wan thought, if Cui Wang helped her get a peacock, and then used peacock feathers to make a fan for her, she would completely forgive him.
"Senior, we meet again."
Just as Zheng Wan finished thinking, she saw that Jiangnan Misty Rain-like beauty who parted ways not long ago reappeared.
It's just that this time he no longer appeared behind her, but stood in front of her, opened his mouth wide, and looked at her in surprise.
Her face is dirty
Zheng Wan subconsciously touched her face.
Mu Jiang stared blankly at Zheng Wan.
She knew that she must be a little stupid now.
For no other reason—
The person in front of her is really too beautiful.
It is much more beautiful than what she imagined.
This appearance, even in the Qingyun world, is one of the best.
She was dressed in a light red gauze, standing there quietly, without saying a word, she was already a very beautiful painting.
Those who are prettier than her have not yet been born, but when they are born, their temperament is much worse.
At least, Mu Jiang had never seen anything like this.
Most of the monks she has met are like her, so cold that they are almost dull. Where has there been such a person? Standing bare, it is as if she has carried all the spring snow in the world. She smiles sweetly and looks forward to her beautiful eyes.
Looking at her, Mu Jiang finally understood what it was to be a delicate and delicate woman walking out of the world of mortals.
She subconsciously looked at Cui Wang, the white-robed swordsman who saved her and her senior brother's life—
He also had an indescribably beautiful appearance, the two of them stood together, like ice and fire, obviously incompatible, yet lingering to the extreme.
The strands of sadness stretching out from the eyebrows and eyes are like dark obscurations entangled nearby.
"meet again."
Mu Jiang watched the female cultivator in red raise her hand, and greeted herself with a smile.
In her glazed eyes, Mu Jiang always felt that there was almost nowhere to hide her shady little thoughts.
She opened her mouth: "We meet again, what a coincidence."'