The blue sky is like a wash, the high-rise ships are anchored on the shore, and there are many masts in the port. It is not as closed and closed as Meng Qi imagined. Copy the URL to visit,
Standing at the pier was a ten-year-old girl with her hair pulled into a bun, fair skin, a straight nose, and clear eyebrows.
She was wearing a pink and white dress, which made her skin delicate and smooth. The most outstanding feature among her facial features were her eyes, which were mixed with naive innocence and silky charm.
The Bodhisattva has received a letter from Qianli Island and understands the whole story. He invites Mr. Poisonous Hand to meet him at the Dalai Palace. The girl Pinpin Tingting bowed.
good. The sea breeze was wild, and Meng Qi's green shirt swayed and made a sound, but his whole body was as steady as a mountain, as calm as the deep sea, and he walked slowly down the boat.
Yingning smiled brightly and returned the gift: I don’t know her sister’s name.
The little girl Le Huan is an ordinary disciple on Lihua Island. The girl answered in a panic, as if she didn't expect Ying Ning to be so enthusiastic.
Yingning blinked at Meng Qi, took Lehuan's arm, and asked kindly about Lihua Island and Lian Yu Bodhisattva. Lehuan had nothing to hide and answered honestly, which made Meng Qi know more about this place. Understand.
After leaving the pier, there are criss-crossing streets with shops and vendors, various goods, and the faint sound of um um ah wafting from everywhere. It really feels like spring, making people feel warm all over. The software is soft and difficult to travel.
There were not too many people on the road. There were a girl walking alone, a man and a woman walking hand in hand, and a woman surrounded by several men. From time to time, you could see flesh bugs rolling around in the corner, with glowing skin and pink arms. The smell comes out again and again.
Le Huan led Meng Qi and the two of them across the street, aiming directly at the mountain at the end. Just after passing an intersection, a beggar suddenly came to the street. His clothes were ragged but clean, and his expression was full of pleading. He hugged Lehuan's slender calves tightly and kept calling: Female Bodhisattva, please go well, go well.
There are also beggars in Lihua Island. Meng Qi looked around calmly like all old monsters and found dozens of beggars gathered under the eaves of this street.
Lehuan frowned and kicked his legs, freed himself from the beggar's hand, and said with a pout: They are all the furnaces of Bodhisattvas and elders and sisters. Because they are not motivated enough, they have lost the effectiveness of the medicine dregs, and they have no special skills. If they are not liked, they cannot be a piece of cake. They can only be reduced to slaves and do odd jobs. But in this way, no one will get close to them, and they cannot enjoy the pleasure of men and women. The more capable ones are to seduce other disciples on the island, and the worse ones are Like them. I come here every day to beg for pleasure.
Even though he has seen a lot, Meng Qi feels like he is still sweating. It's indeed strange, but the fact that these guys have fallen to this point and still refuse to leave Lihua Island is enough to illustrate the temptation of this place. The pleasure between men and women is like taking drugs, making it difficult to extricate oneself.
Le Huan glanced at the street as he spoke, and his eyes suddenly froze. stuck in a corner.
There was also a beggar there, with tattered clothes, a foul odor, and abnormally twisted legs. It seemed that he had been interrupted by others because of the fight for begging.
He was thin, with a handsome face but was covered in malignant sores, which made him look quite disgusting. His lips were so dry and peeling, and his eyes were shrinking and looking at Lehuan with a look of voyeuristic fascination.
What a pity! Le Huan whispered, her voice slightly hoarse, which could scratch the bones of most men.
The corners of Meng Qi's mouth moved slightly, and Le Huan's eyes were blurred and moist as if they were dripping, and his expression was full of pity and care.
"It's so pitiful," she repeated, looking at Meng Qi Huodi, pleading beyond words: "Mr. Poisonous Hands, can you wait a moment? He is so pitiful, waiting for the little girl to give him a charity."
Go ahead. Meng Qi was speechless and could only keep the old monster calm.
To be able to get emotional because of this, the teachings of the Huanxi lineage are really astonishing to normal people.
Le Huan walked towards the beggar slowly. The beggar's eyes raised as she got closer, revealing a bit of confusion, a bit of flinching, and a bit of obsession.
Lehuan took off her pink and white dress, revealing her fair and delicate back. She had a slender figure, and the curves on both sides gathered at her waist, creating a thrilling and beautiful arc. Then she raised her hand and scattered her bun, which was as black as a silky waterfall. It suddenly slipped down and sprinkled on the shoulders, half covering the back, causing many beggars to grunt in unison.
Her expression was holy and compassionate. In the surprised, shocked and grateful eyes of the beggar, she looked like a real Bodhisattva. She stepped into the mud step by step, sat down slowly, intertwined pink and white with black and yellow, and let out a slender and lingering word of grace. Voice.
Sister Lehuan has such a compassionate heart. Yingning looked at Lehuan with admiration and hid slightly behind Meng Qi to avoid the red eyes of the beggars.
Heart of Compassion Meng Qi felt that he had ignored the word compassion. If someone said he was compassionate in the future, he would have to scold him severely. You are compassionate. Your whole family is compassionate.
He looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands, feeling vicissitudes of life and elegance, but in fact he was just asking silently.
Lihua Island has quite a few rules. After witnessing such a lively scene, with so many beggars, no one dared to push them to join. They could only watch helplessly, hoping that the female Bodhisattva would show her kindness and comfort the whole street.
Not long after, the beggar let out a contented yet unwilling groan, his body softened, Lehuan's back turned red, and her arms tightened.
She kissed the beggar, moved her hands down, and set his bones with a snap, but the beggar was already breathing weakly, as if he was exhausted.
Meng Qi frowned slightly and said he would be compassionate and generous.
Ying Ning answered seriously: There are donations and offerings. Sister Lehuan is not very strong. If there are donations but no offerings, her blood will immediately boil. It is like being hit by the strongest drug. If she is not satisfied, she will burn internally. Heartbroken, in fact, the offerings she just received were very small, equivalent to the consumption of a normal man having sex with his wife and concubines two or three times. However, this beggar was injured for a long time and his body was exhausted, so he collapsed.
Of course, Meng Qi decided not to be surprised. After all, this was a dojo belonging to the Dao Huanxi lineage, and it was a special case.
Lehuan put on her top and skirt, her pretty face flushed with a bright red color, her breath was a little short, and there were a few drops of sweat on both sides of her nose. She forced back the beggars' hands and returned to Meng Qi. She said sheepishly: "Let's go." The husband has been waiting for a long time. The little girl was too emotional just now, and the joy came in a fierce and urgent way. I couldn't stand up for a while.
Is this something that can be discussed openly? Meng Qi once again felt the trouble of being born as a person with normal views.
He looked indifferent and nodded slightly: Then continue to lead the way.
Le Huan glanced at Ying Ning, stuck out her pink tongue, turned around, and moved forward like a weak wind supporting a willow.
After passing the town, he stepped onto the stone steps, and all the way up, Meng Qi was distractedly observing the flow of heaven and earth energy and several obvious formation arrangements on Lihua Island.
This place is not just to guard against foreign enemies as Ying Ning described, and he can't help but leave. Judging from the murderous intention hidden in the Qi of heaven and earth. There is a terrible forbidden killing formation, but it is just a normal medicine slag furnace. If you want to leave, the people of Tao will not bother to stop it. If you have this time, you might as well find a new one. Even if the effect is not the same as that of medicine dregs, at least it can be considered. For a change.
Hold your hands behind your back and climb up slowly. Meng Qi seemed to be deep, but actually he was thinking and thinking about plans.
It is absolutely impossible for him to meet the Bodhisattva of Joy or other masters of the Tao. He must disappear as the Poison Hand Demon Lord without making anyone suspicious after the Bodhisattva of Compassion and Desire reports. Then he lurked on Lihua Island, observing those male disciples who had a certain talent who might be able to comprehend the Overlord's Blade, waiting for an opportunity to catch one and transform into him. Entering the fairyland for enlightenment.
This opportunity must be grasped well, not too early, because male disciples are often picked up. If the woman's strength is not high, it's okay. I can use a fake version of Demonic Bliss mixed with illusions to hide the mystery. If the woman has a location level, her identity will be exposed and she will fall into an extremely dangerous situation. She can only rely on Lanke Temple or Reincarnation, which may not be effective. Fu flees, and the time cannot be too late. When he is about to realize his enlightenment, someone must be secretly watching this disciple.
The relationship between Xuannv's lineage and Huanxi Bodhisattva's lineage is not harmonious. If she has a choice, Fairy Shangshui will definitely not share the same dojo with Lianyu Bodhisattva. Meng Qi suddenly thought of something, so there must be something special about this place, such as One of the entrances to fairyland
He squinted his eyes, his expression unchanged, and followed Le Huan to a magnificent palace, with a plaque stained with the filth of love:
Dalue Palace.
There was a man standing at the door. At first glance, his face was only about forty years old, but it was full of wrinkles and his hair was all white, looking quite dry. There was a dark red gap between his eyebrows, like a hidden eye, and he was holding a He is wearing a dark black long bow, and an arrow pot is hanging on his waist, with seven long gold-lacquered arrows stuck in it.
Meng Qi looked up and down, and his heart moved slightly: This friend is Li Wending, the three-eyed archery god.
The man's eyes were slightly cloudy and dull. He glanced at Meng Qi and suddenly showed some wariness and hatred: "Who are you?"
It's the Poison-Handed Demon King. Lehuan introduced, giving the man a sideways look, "Li Wending, you have destroyed your foundation, from a big supplement to a piece of cake, why do you care about others?"
It was Li Wending, the three-eyed archery god, that made Meng Qi feel a little stirred in his heart. This was a famous figure decades ago, a direct disciple of a first-class sect. He was extremely talented and famous for his archery skills. When he first entered the scene, he could kill with one arrow. He was once hailed as a promising master who took people's lives twenty miles away. Unfortunately, he disappeared before stepping on the first ladder to heaven. There was no news again. I didn't expect to see him on Lihua Island today.
Li Wending's breathing became rapid, and he finally suppressed it, turned his body sideways, and stepped away.
Meng Qi didn't look any further and followed Le Huan inside.
He is the oldest one in the Bodhisattva's living furnace. He originally had an outdoor scene in the Third Heaven, but because of his true feelings, every time the Bodhisattva had sex with other furnaces, he would burn with jealousy. God, both his life and death were lost, and he was finally reduced from a big supplement to a snack. If the Bodhisattva hadn't missed the past, he would have been sent to work as a handyman. Lehuan muttered.
Hey, being picked up can also reveal true feelings. Meng Qi laughed and stepped into the main hall. There was a golden bed inside, covered with white petals. A woman was half lying and half leaning on two muscular men. There were men with handsome faces on her sides and feet. Serve eagerly.
She is covered in white gauze, her skin is pink and tender, her appearance is dignified, and she is always compassionate. Every part of her body exudes indescribable charm.
Lingyu Bodhisattva moved his delicate ankles, smiled slightly and said: Poisonous Hand, after many years, you have become more and more unfathomable.
I went. Meng Qi, the person known by the poisonous hand, was suddenly a little stupid and couldn't help but squeeze the reincarnation talisman. . .