"Stop, please explain clearly first, how are you going to deal with the Yunwu Sect?" Qinglong's wife Murong Feihu's face turned cold.
"Junior sister, do you really want to know?" Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, stopped, his face uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking coldly.
"Of course I want to know."
Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, replied forcefully and said: "Now, although you are the leader, I can't just watch the Qinglong Sect be destroyed in your hands. Although the Yunwu Sect has been deteriorating over the years, after all, it is a tradition that has been passed down for millions of years. The ancient sect is inextricably linked to the cultivating overlord Tianyao Sect. Although the sect’s eldest disciple Ye Chuan is young, he is definitely a rare genius. He quickly put down the civil strife and annexed the Wudun Sect and Xuanding. The sect unified the Yunwu Mountains and repulsed the 200,000-strong army of the Qin Dynasty. What does this mean? How can it be that an ordinary young disciple is so simple and easy to deal with?"
"I know that boy Ye Chuan is difficult to deal with, and this mission is also quite difficult, but we can't give up just like this."
Long Fei, the leader of Qinglong Sect, looked grim and said: "As a precaution, I have sent a message to the Five Ghosts of Black River and they will come over soon to help. This operation does not need too many people, there are seven or eight real-person realms It is enough for the top experts to accompany you. Find an opportunity to sneak into the Yunwu Sect, kill that boy Ye Chuan and then retreat. By then, even if the Yunwu Sect knows that it was us, there will be nothing we can do. Is it possible that with the current strength of the Yunwu Sect, we can do it in a big way? Can you attack our Qinglong Gate?"
"Besides the Five Black River Ghosts, who else is there?" Qinglong's wife Murong Feihu asked.
"There is also Guijiao Lao Wu, the True Lord of Wupanshan..." Long Fei, the leader of Qinglong Sect, replied.
The two asked and answered questions and talked carefully.
Murong Feihu, the wife of Qinglong, carefully interrogated every detail of the action in the name of worry. Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, no doubt explained it carefully, but he never expected that there was someone hiding in the bed.
After a brief moment of nervousness, Ye Chuan's big hands moved and fumbled gently.
Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, was questioning her carefully, even searching her mind to ask some questions that no one had thought of, trying to stop the leader of the Qinglong Sect, Long Fei, from coming over. However, Ye Chuan took the opportunity to use his hands to tease Mrs. Qinglong, whose purpose was unknown. Soon, Mrs. Qinglong's body responded, trembling slightly again.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?" Long Fei, the leader of Qinglong Sect, asked, feeling that Mrs. Qinglong was a little weird tonight.
"No..., it's nothing. I'm a little chilly..., chilly."
Mrs. Qinglong replied that she was feeling cold, but her naked body was getting hotter and hotter. No matter how cold the body was, it was still hot under Ye Chuan's hands.
"Is it possible that the old injury has recurred? Let me take a look." Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, looked at him with flickering eyes. He seemed to be impatient, and he seemed to be suspicious of something as he strode over.
Ye Chuan paused and stopped teasing Mrs. Qinglong. The sky-swallowing talisman in his body began to spin crazily, preparing for a fatal blow. He only waited for the moment when Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, lifted the quilt.
Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, suddenly stretched out her hand and twisted Ye Chuan hard. Then, she stood up and stood naked by the bed, looking calmly at the master of Qinglong Sect, who was striding over.
For a moment, Ye Chuan and Long Fei, the leader of Qinglong Sect, were stunned.
wrong! What does this Mrs. Qinglong want to do
Ye Chuan quickly noticed that there was something strange between Mrs. Qinglong and the leader of the Qinglong Sect. They did not look like an ordinary couple. He was filled with doubts. He didn't know what Mrs. Qinglong wanted to do by inviting him here tonight.
Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, was also a little surprised, and then laughed, "Hahaha, no wonder the madam is cold, it turns out that she has already prepared it. Okay, okay, this is my good madam, let's get started."
The Master of the Qinglong Sect burst into laughter and started talking, but his body did not rush forward to push Mrs. Qinglong onto the bed. Instead, he took a few steps back and sat down on the big chair. It looked like an audience waiting to watch a play.
Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, said nothing. A flash of blue light suddenly appeared in her arms. The jade fingers moved gently, the sound of the piano sounded, and the cold face began to dance.
Under the beautiful music of the piano, one can see Mrs. Qinglong's graceful figure, sometimes dancing in a fast rhythm, sometimes bending her body, slowly showing her body's amazing flexibility and beauty. Even though he had read all kinds of women in his previous life and there was no woman he had not seen before, Ye Chuan couldn't help but feel his throat go dry and his body feel hot when he peeked through a crack in the bed. However, Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, was still sitting upright on his chair, looking at it with indifference. He watched with great interest but his lower body did not react at all.
At the end of the song, Mrs. Qinglong's graceful body slowly stopped.
"Okay, okay, Madam is the best dancer in the world. She has a good figure, plays the piano well, and dances well, hahaha..."
Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, clapped his hands and laughed. He changed his tone and said coldly: "It's getting late, Madam, please rest early. You won't have to participate in the operation in two days. Just take a good rest. Wait until I come back from When the Yunwu Sect comes back, you can play another song for me, my husband. Senior brother, I will continue to practice the Blue Dragon Book, hahahaha... "
The leader of Qinglong Sect laughed loudly, turned around and left.
Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, said nothing, her graceful body trembling in the cold wind. Under the quilt, Ye Chuan was stunned.
I thought I was going to witness an erotic battle tonight, but who knew, it was over before it even started. Looking at such a woman who is as beautiful as a flower and has perfect charm, facing such a graceful and attractive body, Long Feiguang, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, couldn't stand it and left like this. Is he still a man
Mrs. Qinglong closed the door, returned to bed, and got into bed silently.
This time, Ye Chuan did not cause trouble again or tease the charming Mrs. Qinglong.
The palace, shrouded in darkness, was quiet.
Ye Chuan heard the faint sound of crying. Mrs. Qinglong did not speak, but the veil on her face was soaked with tears. This mysterious woman was crying silently.
What is the greatest tragedy in life
It's not that two people who love each other can't be together, but that two people who clearly have no feelings or even hate each other have to live together and face each other day and night, enduring pain and humiliation that outsiders don't know.
Ye Chuan suddenly understood why Mrs. Qinglong was so sad.
It is still uncertain whether Long Fei, the leader of the Qinglong Sect, is a useless person who cannot perform human affairs, but one thing is certain, that is, he has absolutely no feelings for his wife, Mrs. Qinglong. When watching Mrs. Qinglong dance, her face was as cold as a stranger's. For another couple, it would have been flirting, but for Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, it was humiliation. The humiliation continued day after day, year after year.
"Madam, I'm sorry about what happened tonight."
Ye Chuan felt a little guilty and stood up to leave, when unexpectedly a pair of long legs crossed his body. Madam Qinglong, who was as cold as an iceberg in front of the Master of the Qinglong Sect, suddenly pressed forward, her body as hot as firewood, and she took the initiative to demand.
Men chase women, separated by mountains; women chase men, separated only by a layer of window paper.
Mrs. Qinglong, Murong Feihu, took the initiative to pierce this layer of paper, arousing the long-suppressed lust in Ye Chuan's body.