---11---
The girl who was going home to collect her savings for many years turned blue with fright by the dead empty village.
But when I saw the money, I scolded on the spot.
"I knew that every time I wanted to get the money back, I wouldn't give it to me. It must be spent by them. The savings for many years left me with a dozen silver dollars, just my five-month monthly money!
" I want to see who this eccentric gave the money!" As she said, she rushed into each room to search.
Zi Ning thought, her monthly bill was four taels, and the Yan family was okay with her.
The girl ran out, her expression improved, her sleeves bulging, and it was obvious that a little more money was found to make up for the loss.
At this time, I was in the mood to cry for the dead relatives.
Her eyes blushed, and tears came as she said: "Heroes, revenge for my family!"
The anger of no money is real, and the sadness of no relatives is real.
Zining had no choice but to
say : "Girl Ginkgo's mourning." Ginkgo nodded and stopped crying. Holding the silver sleeve in her hand, she cautiously said: "Go back, it is not safe to carry so much money with me." She
glanced at Yanji again: "You can't tell me."
Zi Ning was a little speechless for a while. In the eyes of this girl, money is first, family is second, and there seems to be nothing else.
She asked if Ginkgo knew about Wang Li's daughter who married outside the village.
Ginkgo said, "Why, did she do it?" She frowned and made a sudden realization, "I knew she was wrong. Xiaotao was five years older than me. She was strange when she was a child, and she didn't like others. The same."
"She, it is said that her feet came out first when she was born, and the broom star was reincarnated. Before she got married, her mother let her sleep in the cowshed at the east end of the village. There was a dry well nearby. She was always facing Smile in the well."
Zi Ning followed her to Wang Li's house first.
There was nothing unusual in Wang Li's home. Then, Ginkgo took them to see the cowshed where Xiaotao once lived.
The cow was gone, the grass in the trough was eaten, and it smashed into the door and ran out of sight. The chickens, ducks and dogs kept in the farmyard were poisoned to death along with them, but the cowshed was built far away from the others. The cows were not poisoned to death, but ran away hungry.
Xiaotao has been married for three years, and there is no trace left here, and the murderer has never been here.
Ginkgo said: "I will take you to see that well. It is said that there was water in that well more than ten years ago, and a beautiful woman was once drowned."
She said, her eyes were on Zining. One turn.
When she reached the place, Zining looked into the well. When she saw a familiar footprint by the well, she was immediately attracted.
She approached the well and leaned down.
The well was dark and I couldn't see it to the end. Throwing stones down, I could hear the sound of stones falling in shallow water.
It's not a completely exhausted well.
Yan Ji stood behind Zi Ning and faced Ginkgo. Because of absolute force, she was not a tight guard, but she also protected Zi Ning from the possibility of being touched, even if the other party was not capable of martial arts. people.
Ginkgo said: "Hero, you are too guarded. I am a maid, kindly show you, just want to see if there are any ghosts in this well, why are you blocking me from watching."
If Yanji hadn't heard of it, he turned his head halfway, and glanced at Zining with the light.
Zi Ning looked down and thought it seemed a bit strange underneath.
She seemed to hear a small noise, like it came from the shallow water in the well. If it is a worm, a frog, or the like in a well, it may also be disturbed to make a sound.
However, there is that footprint by the well. In case there is a person below
Yanji feels more sensitive than her, he nodded to her and slowly approached the mouth of the well.
"Hero!" Ginkgo was still talking, and when Yanji moved, she also leaned over, "What did you see, let me see..."
Suddenly a white silk rose from the well, wrapped in inner strength, making a sound of breaking through the air. , Go straight to the child rather.
At the moment of lightning fire, Yanji drew his sword out of its sheath and dispelled the inner strength attached to the white silk. The white silk was torn into several pieces, fluttering and falling like rags.
Ginkgo did not retreat but moved forward, approaching the two of them, holding a small porcelain bottle with an open lid in his hands for some time.
Colorless and tasteless.
poison.
Zining caught a glimpse of the calm on Ginkgo's face. They all did not guard against her because she had no martial arts. Ginkgo does not have martial arts, but it does not require martial arts.
The bulging things in her sleeves were not silver, but poisons that had been prepared.
...Without a good doctor to accompany...Yanji...Ginkgo has an antidote!
Catch her.
After so many thoughts turned around in only a moment, the Snow Snow Sword Spectrum that had been rehearsed before came to mind.
Zi Ning pulled out Hong Jing on his side, turning his wrist lightly, her wavy sleeves were like the goddess of Buxue, and the sword flower fluttered like snowflakes. She seemed to be dancing, without any murderous intentions, Hong Jing pierced Ginkgo's right chest.
She didn't move at all, her eyes didn't blink.
Blood blossoms bloomed on the ginkgo chest, and bright red blood dripped on the ground with a snap.
Yan Ji stabbed the man who jumped out of the well behind Zining with a sword.
He turned around and saw the broken porcelain bottle on the ground, his pupils shrank.
Zi Ning drew out the sword, spurting blood splashed on her face, and her plain white cheeks were stained with thrilling red.
Ginkgo fell to the ground, and she rummaged through Ginkgo for an antidote.
The stab wound was in the lungs. Ginkgo would not die for a while. She spewed a mouthful of blood and said: "Without an antidote, the higher the internal strength, the stronger the toxicity."
A weird smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Go down in the well...you know how to get that thing."
The thing
"As long as you have that thing...you can save him."
Zi Ning looked back and found that Yanji swayed. God.
Blue veins burst on the back of his hand, and he stepped back and leaned against the well.
"Zining" He turned his head, his eyes out of focus.
He raised his hand, and then put it down as if he could not find a direction.
Zi Ning replied: "Master!"
"Zining." He called again and clenched the sword.
"Here." Zi Ning walked over.
Yanji can't be seen anymore.
Not only invisible, but also inaudible, even the sense of smell seems to disappear.
Such him is very dangerous.
At this moment, his hand holding the sword was not very hard, but it was stable and resolute. It was a posture that could stab and take human life at any time.
For a swordsman who cannot identify the enemy, the best way to protect himself is to kill all enemies that are close.
The past may be killed rashly.
Yanji's back was straight. He seemed to retain only the sense of touch, and he was closing his eyes and feeling for it.
"Zining." He finally lowered his voice.
He seemed to know that he had a problem and couldn't hear the answer. This time he was not asking her, it was more like talking to himself.
Zi Ning walked over.
She held her breath, a little hesitant in her heart, but couldn't look at him and couldn't find her. She took the initiative to grab his sword's hand and put her five fingers on the back of his hand.
Knowing that he could not hear, Zining still whispered to him: "Master."
Don't hurt her.
The delicate and soft fingertips pressed against the back of his hand, and Yan Ji did not pierce the sword that seemed to be ready to go.
He held her tightly with his other hand, sighed with relief, and nodded.
He recognized it.
The little internal force in Zi Ning's body kept surging, and the poison was working.
It gathers internal forces to blind the senses one by one. Her vision began to blur, her hearing gradually weakened, and her sense of smell became dull. Fortunately, without deep internal strength, she can still see, listen, and smell dimly.
The higher the internal strength, the heavier the poisoning, which is what it meant. Yanji's deep internal strength should be invisible. The strength and direction are suddenly lost. The strong who are used to mastering everything may be at a loss, powerless, and lonely.
Fortunately, the touch is still there.
After hesitating, Zi Ning moved his fingers lightly in the palm of his hand, rubbing his skin with his fingertips, expressing comfort.
The five smooth fingers crawling in his palms, itchy and numb. In the silence of darkness, the only touch that remains becomes all that can be perceived.
It feels as strong as it runs through the spine, Yanji's breathing pauses slightly.
The hand that grabbed her didn't dare to exert any force, for fear that it might hurt her, but tightened slightly.
With the other hand, he almost crushed the hilt of the black scabbard sword.
---12---
Zining finally took Yanji down into the well.
The Yan family servants are late, but the poison cannot be delayed. Zi Ning wanted to go down alone to see what happened, but after he grabbed her hand, he refused to let go.
Had to go in together.
There was a small puddle of water at the bottom of the well, and it was pitch black below. Zi Ning took Yanji to avoid him, not allowing him to step on the dirt.
After the poisoning, she had blurred vision, and when she reached the dim well, she couldn't see anything like Yanji, but it was not much different.
Holding the Hong Jing sword, she slashed across the wall and found a hollow, a door.
After pushing away, the air poured in, and the candle inside ignited instantly.
Countless swaying light spots are embedded in the two walls of the tunnel, extending far away.
It is a large underground palace.
Yanji felt the air flow when the flame was burning, and he squeezed Zining's hand tightly: "Get closer."
Zining couldn't hear clearly, but the intention of his pulling it was obvious, and she leaned in obediently.
Her hands were tightly pinched by him, and her arms were entangled with him. The warm body was pressed against his arm, and even with a few layers of clothes, she could still feel the smoothness of her skin.
Yan Ji felt that her body was tingling and hot, and her internal organs were itchy.
She was too docile, and she really just leaned in defenselessly, snuggling next to him.
The worries about the lack of senses faded away, Yan Ji clenched the sword in his hand. Zi Ning is by his side.
There is nothing to kill except her.
So snuggled into the underground palace.
There are indeed living people in the underground palace.
However, after Yanji killed 13 people in a row, Yanji's perception was temporarily safe and calm.
The internal force cannot be used and the senses are incomplete, but Yanji still retains the sense of touch and he can feel the wind. As long as the swordsman with invincible hands can still hold the sword, he will not lose.
Zi Ning was unscathed by his side, only a few drops of blood splashed on the toe of his shoe.
No one knows where I will go through a few rooms and finally walk on.
"Zining," Yan Ji said, "Where to go?"
His voice was low, and Zi Ning couldn't hear clearly. She bent her fingers, gently scratched the palm of his hand, shook him, begging him to say something.
This time, she took him by the hand to make him bend over, and then she stood on her toes and moved her ears over.
Her breath blew gently on his neck, Yan Ji's pores seemed to be all opened in an instant, his throat rolled, and his lips seemed to feel the warmth of her skin.
Her pulse was beating, and her blood was flowing slowly under the skin. Obviously he has lost his sense of smell, but it seems that there is an abnormal fragrant fragrance invading his chest.
It hurts.
He opened his lips and moved forward.
The lips touch the thin auricle.
She shook as if scalded, and lowered her head slightly, and his lips went from her ears to the tips of her ears.
The skin of the cartilage tip of the ear is extremely delicate, and the ear is slightly deformed under the light pressure of his lips. He withdrew a little bit, and the little ears stood up again, and leaned pitifully under his lips, unable to resist.
She wanted to kiss, but she seemed to be panicking, her fingers clutching his palm tightly.
He pretended to speak, opened his lips slightly, then closed it quickly, and held it slyly and briefly.
Then stay away from her and face her ears: "Zining." He called her name slowly and gently, biting every word very seriously.
The air current vibrated and poured into her ears, and he pressed against her ears, and the voice was hazy like a layer. It was close and far, and the tone became a little softer. The dry and soft lips seemed to rub her earlobe unintentionally, causing it to burn like hot. He asked, "Where to go"
"..." Zining flushed.
The ears... why did she get hot all over her body, and even felt wet under her body.
She was helpless to speak, but after another thought, her hearing disappeared, and he couldn't hear it.
Why do you want to ask her so she had to hold his hand and raise it to the front to signal.
Yan Ji put her hand on her lips.
The slender fingers are stretched out, and there is a cocoon left by holding the sword all the time on the inside of the finger. He put his finger on her lips, touched it lightly, pressed it to her ear and told her: "You said it."
He wanted to read the lips with his fingers.
Zi Ning's ears were numb, and the lips that he caressed were also numb. In a hot head, the brain burned into paste.
She listened to him subconsciously, rubbing his fingertips as soon as she opened her mouth, like kissing his fingers.
The numbness was so severe that her lips trembled and she couldn't help but lick her lips with her tongue. The tip of the tongue was not so flexible, and while wiping his lips, he licked his fingertips unconsciously.
Yan Ji suppressed his panting, seeing nothing in the dark, hearing nothing, that moist and soft greasy, instantly detonated his desire.
Want to stick to her, put your lips and teeth against the tip of her tongue.
But no, she is talking to him in this way.
He was distracted from the madness and confusion, and barely recognized her lips, every word she said, it was like kissing his finger.
From this deliberate trick, he tasted the suffering of asking for trouble.
She is very smart, afraid that he can't distinguish long sentences, but short sentences, with pauses in between, and the gaps in the pauses make his blood flow. Expecting and fearing.
As if waiting for her to kiss him.
She said: "Go ahead and detoxify."
Then, she added the title to him: "Master."
Yan Ji almost suffocated.
The word "Lord"... so annoying, so lewd.
It was a kiss through and through.
Zi Ning snorted. He suddenly pressed her lips quickly and hard, flattening her soft lips, almost painful.
When the finger left, she swiped the corner of her mouth, and Zi Ning opened her mouth and gasped. The underground palace is so stuffy, she can't breathe.
Yanji retracted her hand and squeezed her tightly, sweating profusely.
He almost lost control.
Want to kiss her. Want to kiss her.
The black scabbard was trembling in his hand, as if roaring silently, eager to drink blood.
kill.
Zi Ning felt that Yan Ji was angry.
She nestled against his arm, feeling his heart beating extremely fast and his body temperature hot.
Yanji walked keenly in the direction of the airflow, passing through the gates, seeming to restrain certain almost gushing emotions, but there are already some invisible and dangerous things rising.
He took her by the hand and walked faster and faster. Zi Ning stumbled and couldn't keep up, so he hugged her, took her in his arms, and pressed her against his ribs.
The clothes were swaying, the candles flickering in the underground palace, he held a sword in one hand, never evaded, almost deliberately searching, and went straight to danger.
When one encounters one, kill one.
Zining couldn't see the road or the people. He didn't know how many times he had stepped on the sticky blood and his shoes were soaked.
Along the way, killing most of the underground palace.
The black sheath sword has never been stained with blood. At this time, the body of the sword was still white, shining with silver light under the candle flame.
Yan Ji held Zi Ning's arm tightly and tied her to her body.
Zi Ning silently calculated in her heart that the length and width of the underground palace along the way was actually similar to the shape of Taoyuan Village.
Well, most of it has gone here.
It should come to an end.
In the next room, I encountered a mechanism.
---13---
The candlelight was faint, and the light was dim. The only thing that Zining had left in her vision made her look like a mole, which could only blur the light and become blind.
She grasped the material around Yanji's waist, escaped a wave of arrows with him, passed through a falling knife gate, and then was locked in this secret room with him.
Only one light was on in the secret room, quietly scary.
There is no obvious exit.
Zi Ning took Yan Ji's hand and put it on her lips, and asked, "What should I do?"
Yan Ji seemed to be in a daze and did not speak.
Zining had to touch the back of his hand again to remind him: "Master"'
s hand on her lips trembled for a moment.
Zi Ning hadn't reacted yet, he was pushed forward by his waist, and the two of them were in close contact with each other, and there was no gap between them.
Then she noticed the problem.
He is so hard.
The genitals swelled and cocked, pressing against her lower abdomen, denting the soft flesh, and even some pain.
It was harder than the black scabbard sword on her waist.
"..." Zi Ning wanted to speak and stopped, not knowing whether to get closer or farther away.
At such a critical moment, how could he insist on doing this? Could it be that he would have the pleasure of killing, but he didn't have it before.
Yan Ji's voice was hoarse, panting low, and blowing hot air into her ear: "...Zining."
Such a tone...
the thing leaned against her through the clothes, squeezing the soft flesh of her lower abdomen slightly. The swelling is so big... it doesn't make sense.
Yan Ji sideways, the thing slipped from her right abdomen and slammed straight. He was panting extremely hard, and the hair around her ears floated with his breath, itchy.
She opened her eyes wide, her eyes blurred, and she saw his Adam's apple moving.
He backed his upper body a little, put his left arm back against her, and pressed his finger to her lower lip. I don't know if it was intentional, the fingertips actually reached into her lips, touching the soft flesh of her lips, and pressing them between her teeth.
He said in her ear: "You can tell me to stop."
He held the scabbard sword in his right arm on her waist, but he clamped her tightly, lifted her up and held her toes off the ground.
Yan Ji whispered: "...offended."
She seemed to understand something, but she hadn't had time to think about it, and her lower body was wet.
The two of them pressed close to each other, he separated her with one leg, and the genitals were placed between her legs with heavy clothing. Zi Ning's legs were numb, still a little painful, and he was pushed up by the top.
so hard.
She snorted, almost fell, and hurriedly reached out to put her hand on his shoulder.
Yanji's fingers fumbled on her lips, he seemed to be identifying if she had said a word, and he approached seriously. His face was close at hand, if it weren't for the fingers between them, his nose would almost touch each other, almost his lips and teeth were on each other.
His face was all in her dim vision, but she couldn't make out his expression.
...What he was thinking about
Yanji through her lips, recognizing that she didn't call to stop, and then panted depressively on the center of her legs.
He...what... the glans was rubbed on the center of her legs with the cloth. It was not very structured, but the hardness was enough to torture. The soft heart of the legs was pushed to the left and right by him, and he couldn't find the gap in the middle of her, so he hit with the flesh.
Pain and itching, torment and fiery.
Zi Ning almost whimpered and held it back, his eyes flushed.
How could this be so unreasonable. He has always restrained etiquette, how could he suddenly become hard in such a dangerous time, and suddenly couldn't bear
her not understanding.
But he rubbed her like this one after another, and the pleasure accumulated bit by bit.
She hung her legs on his straddle, and her toes swayed slightly as he moved.
She kept calling to stop, he kept going.
The fingertips kept pressing on her lips, and his lips were on the other side of the fingers. She felt the airflow, and he kept panting.
Panting quickly, depressed, and tremblingly.
The rhythm is chaotic.
After dozens of strokes, Yanji changed his method. He stopped going up, and he threw back and forth.
The pillar is very long, running through the heart of her legs. From the top to the root, the hard fleshy stems rubbed every inch of her lower body, separated by several layers of clothing, from the red beads on the front to the closed petals, and inserted into the soft In the buttocks, a head was slightly exposed and pulled out again.
When it entered the crevices of her legs, the bulging sac slammed into the roots of her thighs, like a thrashing.
This is too exciting for Zi Ning.
She couldn't grasp his shoulders, she was rubbed over and fell back, but he didn't care at all. He just chased and leaned over, as if he could only breathe the air she exhaled, otherwise he would suffocate.
But without relying on behind, she was about to fall.
Zi Ning could only tightly circle his neck with both hands.
She let him torment, dangling, and dizzy, until the cup was finally filled with water and it overflowed.
Zi Ning's instinctive kick kicked like twitching legs, trying to stop the moaning and gritting his teeth, but bit his fingertips between her teeth.
Whimpered.
Yanji was bitten with a slight pain, as if being released a more fierce part, pushing his hips faster and harder, thrusting back and forth, and pushing up fiercely.
Zining thought that climbing to the climax was the end point, but his impact made her unable to get down at all. As she climbed higher and higher, his dozens of collisions finally broke through her closed gap. Point probe.
With her waist twisted instinctively, Zi Ning felt completely out of control, her toes tightened, she spit out his fingertips, moaning and raising her head.
Yanji ran after her subconsciously and put a kiss on her neck.
...The kiss arrived.
The string finally broke, and he shot out panting.
She never stopped.
He hugged her tightly to the mill, the soul seemed to be ecstatic for the first time. He sucked on her neck, and her skin was so delicate that he was scared and didn't dare to use too much force. He moved up from the side of the neck, kissed the chin, then the side of the face.
She is so gentle, so soft, is she already willing to...
He has a sudden breath, and his lips and tongue taste moist.
she cried.
The heat of the whole body cooled down instantly, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Yanji's arms tightened and her knuckles turned white.
He moved away from her face and slowly let her down.
The lack of five senses blinded his perception, she just had to get close to him, and dazzled his head again.
He...should not be so reckless. This time, she should be really scared.
Zining was put down by him, and the fleshy flaps under her were still twitching slightly with the afterglow of the orgasm, feeling full and painful and happy. As soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs suddenly softened and fell into his arms.
He didn't hug her again, but he held her at a distance from his body, fumbled for her dress, and stopped touching her body.
Then he was silent for a while, and wrote in the palm of her hand: "Sorry." The palm of her hand was sensitive and itchy, and his fingertips trembled as he swiped it. Zining recognized the characters he wrote.
I am sorry that Zi Ning was taken aback for a while, she wiped the physical tears on her face and couldn't understand.
Yan Ji didn't say anything, but just helped her go forward.
Why didn't he speak in her ear and why did he lower his eyes so far away from her . He was suddenly cold.
She...really doesn't understand.
---14---
Silently walked to the end, no way out.
The two stopped, only a few steps away.
But Zining didn't take the initiative to snuggle, Yanji only knew that her arm was still in his palm.
His fingers were stiff, and he could feel her softness and warmth through a layer of clothing.
He was pleased.
A year ago, he received a killing order and took the head of the old man from Nanshan. When he returned to Mobei, he took the route to Jingzhou. It was already night.
Entering the city from the south gate, heading to the Yan Family Courtyard in the east of the city, rushing slowly, sitting on a horse, passing by the brightest street in the south.
The flowers pave the way, the lights are shining, the voices of ying and swallows, the strings are endless, the strong rouge, floral and wine fragrance. The people all over the street are all vulgar skins wrapped in flesh and blood, and in a blink of an eye they will become bones and mud.
Only that one.
...Her eyes.
For the first time, Yan Ji wanted to hold a person in his palm.
He asked someone to buy her and waited in another courtyard.
Appearing in front of him, she shook off her cloak and was still wearing the misty purple dress upstairs.
Under her countenance, the candlelight dimmed, and all voices faded away.
She looked at him quietly, the corners of her mouth raised very slightly, a restrained, affectionate smile.
It's beautiful, he even wanted to hold her in his arms at that moment.
But it was too false to the extreme. Yan Ji lowered her eyes shyly when she saw her, but didn't show the slightest impression on him.
No man will not love her. She was determined, mocking coldly. She saw him through as soon as she met, and captured him with a smile. In her eyes, he is the most powerful of countless benefactors, nothing more.
However, what Yan Ji wants is not that. What she wanted to give had no meaning to him.
He wants something else, something he might never get.
...Unexplainable.
After that, he wanted her to remain inseparable and serve her personally. He didn't want to force her until she really wanted to.
It's just that she looks at him every day, at his sword, at his body, at his desire, she still seems indifferent.
He couldn't bear it.
She cried.
This time it was too much Meng Lang, and the wetness under his clothes made him feel unbearable and uncomfortable. What would she think
Zining started to feel that he was holding her hand too hard.
It hurts a bit, and may leave bruising fingerprints. But she didn't want to tell him.
Reluctantly restraining his mind, Zining looked around with blurred vision.
The secret room is not big. The two people have walked a circle just now, and beside them, there is a two-meter-long round lotus-shaped platform.
Carved from white jade, with petals and lotus heart, delicate and delicate.
This thing...a bit familiar.
Before recalling it, Zi Ning gave an instinctive chuckle in his heart.
She has seen it.
The pictures in the memory began to come to my mind, turning over one by one.
In Hualou, she once learned a dance.
She has learned a lot of dance, but this one still impresses her, it is Lotus dancing. It's a rosette of this size, but it's made of wood when practicing dance.
Dong Niang, a middle-aged woman who taught her martial arts, was still beautiful when she was older, but very strange.
She always laughed, but it was scary, especially when Zining jumped the wrong step on Lian, she would laugh out loud, almost out of breath.
Later Zining learned it three times, and she smiled and said, "The girl will be blessed in the future."
In a brothel, no one would say such strange things without beginning and end. But when I saw the lotus platform at this time, Dong Niang's words at that time suddenly came to mind.
That dance seems to be used here.
Zi Ning walked to Liantai.
Only by getting close, can we see clearly that the number of lotus seeds on the lotus platform is the same, twenty-eight, one lot.
After the dance was over, the lotus platform turned, revealing a door on the wall behind.
Zi Ning suddenly became suspicious of herself. The encounter with Yanji was a conspiracy from the beginning
to the end.
There are three things, Zi Ning checked one by one, a picture of a beauty, a pill, and a secret book.
Someone rushed up behind him, Yanji drew his sword.
is looking down at the mouth of the well.
The Yan family servants have surrounded the entire Taoyuan Village and captured more than a dozen people who fled secretly. Once these people were caught, they took poison and killed themselves on the spot.
"Magic" Qianbi looked awe-inspiring, with a bloodthirsty and murderous expression in his eyes. Compared with the usual gentle and dignified maid, she was a different person.
"Ms. Qianbi, the master is out!"
She ordered someone to guard the well and hurried to see Yanji and Zining coming out together.
From the knees down, the two were covered in blood, only the black sheath sword was still sharp.
"This! Master" she leaned over.
Yanji felt that someone was approaching, and instinctively he was about to swing his sword. Qianbi instantly stiffened and his blood flow froze.
No one can escape under Yanji.
Zining reached out and grabbed his sword.
Light blue look taken aback and lay: Who can stop a sword swordsman I'm afraid today, but also with her child rather end their lives ......!
Ah
Yan Ji put down the sword and allowed Zining to hold his hand, as if it were a simple matter to stop him from taking the sword.
Zi Ning said: "Sister Qianbi, the master is poisoned, please doctor."
Qianbi looked dazed.
Yan Ji used "Yan's own good doctor" to refuse Bai's help, but Zi Ning was a little bit unbelievable at that time.
But when this doctor Chu Liang really cured her one day, Zi Ning was convinced.
It's just that Yanji has deep internal strength, slow detoxification, and eyesight has not been fully restored.
They did not continue to stay in Huaizhou, and drove on the road from Taoyuan Village to Chongzhou where the Wulin League was located. It took three days and two nights.
The horses were changed midway, and the three carriages traveled day and night. When they arrived at the Wulin League, the last carriage had already given off a stench.
It was filled with the heads of people from the demons in Taoyuan Village. Most of them were killed by Yanji in the underground palace. The blood dripped from Huaizhou all the way to Chongzhou. The water had begun to become corrupted and worms grew maggots.
The Yan family servants headed their heads in the martial arts field in front of the Wulin League and notified the news of the revival of the Demon Cult.
The three things obtained in the underground palace were given to the three major powers. It is said that the revival pill that can heal the flesh and bones of the dead is given to Duanmai Mountain. The demon sect secret book is given to the master incompetent of the Fantian Temple. The Yan family left the picture of beauty. .
After that, Yanji took Zining back to the other hospital for training.
In the afternoon, Zining returned from Chu Liangyi again.
The old man with a gray beard likes beauty, so he is not irritated at her frequent interruptions.
This time I told her again: "Miss Zining, the remaining poison on your body has been cleared, and there are no other poisonous Gus."
Zining went back.
"You're still here." Qian Bi called her when she saw her.
"The master has gone to Ruquan, don't ask anyone to accompany you. Go ahead."
Zi Ning hesitated for a while before going.
Yanji sat leaning against the shallow side of the pool, the water only reached his waist, and the milky white spring water revealed a faint flesh color, which was indistinguishable.
Hearing footsteps, he turned his head.
His eyesight has improved and he can see faint shadows.
Zi Ning was wearing a moon white body, which was very clean and cool. There were only color patches in his eyes.
However, the footsteps are Zining and the fragrance is Zining.
She walked slowly, looking down at his eyes. He didn't find her looking, his eyes were a little empty, and he didn't have the slightest precaution.
The tips of his hair were soaked in water, he didn't care.
Yan Ji only said: "You are here."
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Zi Ning lowered his head: "Yes."
Yan Ji turned his head to the side.
From that day on, he was cold.
But she still has to serve him. Zining cleaned his hands and went to help him wash.
Yan Ji suppressed his breathing.
He couldn't see her face clearly, he couldn't understand her expression, he only knew that her handball was throwing spring water on his shoulders, and then his palm was pressed against her bare shoulders.
The lower body was severely hard and swift, and this thing was out of control at all, almost out of the water, showing its round head obscenely.
...Cannot be discovered by her.
As she turned around, Yan Ji stood up suddenly and walked deep with her back to her. When she sat down again, the milky white spring water had already submerged under his chest.
Zining heard the sound of water splashing, looked back and saw him sitting in the spring water, startled.
In this way, she could not touch him when she stood on the shore.
From a distance, Yan Ji seemed to have red shoulders. Is the spring water too hot?
She had to sit on the dwarf on the bank, waiting for him to soak.
The mist was filled, Yanji's vision was also blurred, and his eyes were hazy.
With his back to Zi Ning, he did not dare to look back.
Treating her like that last time was almost the same as the obsessive men she despised.
But until now, he has only thought of those things in his mind, and it is indeed no different from others.
To be honest, he wanted her like crazy.
So she can't stare at him like this.
Yanji gasped hoarsely, perhaps because he had endured it for a long time, sometimes he would have strange thoughts.
In the beginning, she would not cry or refuse, he should directly occupy her, touch her, and kiss her. Then every day, every night, she could only twist her waist and dance in his arms.
The sexual organs were stimulated by this thought, and they throbbed with excitement. The body fluid from the top melted into the milky hot spring, and the small holes were scalded by the hot water.
Yan Ji sighed.
Zi Ning had been paying attention to him, and when he saw this, he immediately stood up from the low collapse and walked to the side of the pool: "Master"
Yan Ji made a low voice "Uh", and the muscles on his shoulders were tight. In Zining's view, he seemed uncomfortable.
He is now like a hungry and exhausted traveler, with all his strength, he can only keep himself from falling, and what is left is only fanatical desire.
Zi Ning said: "Master, I will help you wash."
Go back early after the wash, his body has not recovered yet.
Yan Ji was stunned for a moment, knowing that he should not, but couldn't say anything else.
Zi Ning took off his shoes and socks and waded away.
Walking to Yan Ji's side, the water flooded her knees.
The skirt was soaked and floated in the water, curled up beside Yan Ji's arm. She looked down at him, bent down, and put a towel soaked in hot water on his shoulder.
She didn't care about her embarrassment, she was touching his body. They soaked in this spring water together.
After she came in, the spring water was as hot as hot water that had just been boiled.
Can't she feel the heat?
Yanji was tight to the extreme, waiting for her hand to cross his chest, hurriedly passing by two light-colored dots, and then washed his back, followed the spine to the waist.
Turned around again and touched his belly.
Yanji held his breath and couldn't move.
...When things came, he didn't want to hide.
He waited for her to find him unbearable.
Her hand touched. When he touched the top of his high cock, he pushed him to the side, and stood up and hit her palm again.
Zi Ning's hand shook.
Is she crying again? But
Yanji couldn't see clearly. He didn't say anything, but just sat quietly.
That's it, let her be.
However, her hand froze as if motionless, and his glans was able to rest on her delicate hand.
Move. he thinks.
But apart from starting to gasp in a low voice, his tongue couldn't move halfway.
She was so frightened that she didn't move.
...
Zining...
He gasped for a long time.
Zi Ning seemed to have recovered suddenly. She withdrew her hand subconsciously, she could not seduce him.
Yan Ji moved suddenly when she twitched her hand. He put his arms around her waist and dragged her into the hot spring.
The milky spring water splashed with high water splashes, and the sound of the water was loud. She struggled in a panic, and she was already sitting sideways on his lap. The hot spring flooded her shoulders, her whole body was soaked, her clothes floated, unable to resist the buoyancy, and swayed slightly with the ripples.
Like a whale caught the light blue light clouds in the sky, Yuebai's white shirt was half-hidden floating under the water.
Yan Ji seemed to try to see her expression clearly, but was still very at a loss. He clearly looked at her face, but his eyes fell in the void.
He couldn't see the cold rumors she might have, instead he was willing to try to tell her to let her know him.
"Zining, touch it," he whispered.
"...Lord..." Zi Ning struggled to speak and looked at him with wide eyes.
"Zining." Yan Ji reached out and touched her face, from the center of her eyebrows, to the corners of her eyes, to her cheeks and lips.
Wiping the water droplets with her drenched hands, groping her expression and moistening her face.
Zi Ning was so surprised that he half-opened his mouth, and he stopped his hand at the corner of her mouth.
Yan Ji told her: "I am that kind of person."
Zining looked at him unclearly.
Yanji held her hand and pressed it on the hot sex organ to let her feel his hardness.
Zining's fingertips curled up slightly, and the palm prints on her palm seemed to be flattened.
He gasped and said, "This, have you touched it?"
Zi Ning put his hand on it and nodded silently.
His words have no beginning and no end. But this thing... she hasn't seen it before. She has not only seen it, touched it, and was...
He said this,
Yanji fell in her ears, and her voice was moist: "I can't control it."
Zi Ning thought to himself that he has always been unable to control it, not for a day or two. Why suddenly twitched.
...It's fine if you can't touch it.
The thick and long organ pulsates like a struggling palm in her hand, and the epidermis even bulges terrible blue veins, with some stubborn hands.
His hand pushed aside the floating skirt in the water and pressed it to her leg.
Across the drenched skirt, his hand moved cautiously and gently, from his knees to his thighs, supporting her and bringing her closer to him.
The erect sexual organs clung to the outside of her thighs. She held the front end in her hand, Yanji's gasping was almost thirsty.
He rubbed her palms torturely on her thighs, swaying her against his arms, every time she shook, the outside of her other thigh could squeeze hard on the pillar.
Her breath was sprayed in Zi Ning's ears, and her legs were itchy.
She wondered in a daze: Why is he like this...
She is neatly dressed but soaked, sitting in his arms, listening to him, and holding him. Yan Ji snorted and said, "Come here... don't cry."
Zining couldn't understand. What...what to cry.
She quietly clamped her legs and was pushed by him to shake her thighs in his arms. The genitals almost scalded the skin on her thighs, beating wildly.
He gasped depressively around her neck.
Too long, too subtle, too boring. In the end, Yanji squeezed her hand and squeezed the meat tool to get her essence.
He shot into the hem of her moist and floating skirt, the essence of which was indistinguishable in the milky spring water, spreading round and round.
Zi Ning's fingers were soaked until she wrinkled, and she was hot, and she glanced at the white hot spring.
No matter how good the skin is...she won't soak here anymore.
The water is too white.