Datang Fenghua Road

"You lied, you lied!" Li Fenghua suddenly exploded again, pointing at Qingyue, his fingers trembling, his face sullen and red, and he shouted: "At that time, you were obviously hiding in the dark and peeping, but after I noticed it, I wanted to go forward and explore. , In the end, before you even moved your foot, you were injured with a hidden weapon."

Qingyue suddenly tore off her shoulders, revealing half of her white skin, and said coldly, "The poor monk didn't lie, Lord Hou, look, the poor monk's upper body is still wet. This is the trace left by wiping the body with snow water."

Under the bonfire, she stood proudly with her shoulders bared, her pretty face was peerless, and her skin was whiter than snow. The surrounding soldiers couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Many people suspected her just now, but now they have changed their minds. Li Fenghua peeps.

Han Yue gave her a deep look and said lightly, "Cover your shoulders. If you want to be a concubine with the Marquis, your body cannot be seen by other men..."

Qingyue said with a look of grievance: "Master Hou, the poor monk just wants to prove his innocence."

Han Yue laughed, and suddenly stepped away from the bonfire, walking all the way to the depths of the forest, and said as he walked: "My fair lady, a gentleman is so good, just now you showed your skin, and my lord was a little bit excited, and a baby was born in my belly." There's a lot of heat..."

What she said was nonsensical, but Qingyue's eyes lit up, she raised her feet and chased Han Yue, and said with an elegant smile: "The poor monk will hand himself over to Lord Hou tonight, and help you to calm down."

Han Yue didn't talk to him, just walked quickly into the depths of the jungle. He looked back at Qingyue from time to time, with an impulse and excitement on his face.

"Master Hou, you can't do this, this is a demon girl, a demon girl..." Li Fenghua shouted loudly, drawing a knife and going to chase into the forest.

Han Yue's shouting voice came from a distance, and he said angrily: "Li Fenghua, don't forget your identity. It's not up to you to do what the Marquis wants to do. If you dare to be annoying, don't follow me in the future."

Li Fenghua said loudly, "Even if your subordinates are expelled by you, you can't let the Marquis be deceived."

Suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, Yuchi Baolin jumped over to stop him, and said coldly, "General Li, Lord Hou said very clearly, if you dare to be annoying, get out of your way."

"You stop me too?" Li Fenghua was furious.

Yuchi Baolin looked helpless, and said in a low voice: "General Li, Master Hou was obviously distracted by that nun, and we need to restrain ourselves from what happened tonight. After Master Hou sleeps with her, we can try to persuade her." Besides, there are five mistresses in Lord Hou's family, even if Qingyue can enter, she can only be ranked sixth."

Li Fenghua slammed the knife on the ground heavily, and said angrily: "This woman is full of lies, and she clearly has ulterior motives. I'm really afraid that Hou Ye will suffer her a big loss..."

"Master Hou has never suffered a loss in his life!" Yuchi Baolin smirked, pointing at Lin Zhong and said: "No matter what the purpose of that woman is, she will not escape tonight, at least she will be ruthlessly trampled by Lord Hou. "

He gave Li Fenghua a meaningful look, and said in a low voice: "As for whether you want her after sleeping, it depends on how happy Hou Ye is..."

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It was dark in the forest, but Han Yue and Qingyue were both powerful people, and they could see the way through the snow light.Han Yue ran fast in front, Qingyue followed behind, the two walked farther and farther, and soon came to a place deep in the dense forest.

"It's not bad here!" Han Yue suddenly stopped, smiled faintly, and said meaningfully: "There are towering ancient trees above and soft withered leaves below. Just a little cleaning of the snow is the place to do business!"

Qingyue came, and when she heard the words, she swept her palms violently, and the palm wind splattered and flew, blowing away the snow on the ground.

"Tsk tsk, good internal strength, it's a pity that it's overkill!" Han Yue praised, and suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped Qingyue's towering twin peaks.

Qingyue giggled and said softly: "The poor monk's palm is not overkill, and the bright and clean body is about to be presented. This is the most important thing in my life."

While speaking, he slowly took off his monk's robe, and then began to take off his underwear. When he took off his chest, he suddenly gave Han Yue a charming look, and giggled: "Master Hou, take your hands away, the poor monk should take off his underwear." Lie down obediently, and you can do whatever you want later, don't be in such a hurry now."

Han Yue still pressed his hands on her chest, suddenly laughed, and said loudly: "Don't take it off, people live in this world for a lifetime, and life and death are the most important things. Although you should come naked and leave naked, but this Marquis is merciful to you. Woman, let you leave in a fur coat..."

Qingyue was stunned, and was about to ask Han Yue what she meant when she suddenly felt a burst of force in her chest, Han Yue's fierce inner strength rushed in, instantly shattering her heart.

puff-

A mouthful of blood gushed into the sky, Qingyue's eyes flashed with confusion and disbelief, and murmured, "Marquis Jingyang, you..."

Han Yue's face was cold and he said solemnly: "The Marquis said that there are towering ancient trees above and soft withered leaves below. Such a deep place is the place to do business. Qingyue, you can go in peace, I don't want to. It will make you riot in the wilderness, and a solitary grave will be built for you."

"So it is, so it is!" Qingyue kept coughing up blood and her face became paler and paler. Although her heart was shattered, she would not die for a while under the protection of her inner strength, so she screamed vigorously: "Marquis Jingyang, it turns out that you have been there all the time. Lied to me."

"Yes, I'm just lying to you, do you really think I will believe your nonsense about taking a shower?" Han Yue shouted and said coldly, "You are strong in martial arts, if I don't lie to you, I won't be able to get close to killing you, and I won't be able to kill you with my own hands. Killing you, I can't get through the thoughts in my mind."

Qingyue kept laughing miserably, the blood in her mouth kept spilling out, Senran roared: "You are so cruel, you are so cruel, the poor poor monk still wants to serve you, but what you can't think of in exchange is murder. Marquis of Jingyang, I have been since childhood Ascetic cultivating the Buddhist scriptures of Ananda, and at the same time cultivating the Western Regions Heavenly Demon Martial Scroll, although you have shattered my internal organs, believe it or not, I can still struggle to the death and kill you on the spot."

Han Yue was startled, and when he used his inner strength, he wanted to slap two more palms, but Qingyue suddenly jumped forward, put both hands around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "But the poor monk won't kill you, I can't bear it. Kill you, Marquis of Jingyang, when you bury me, can you use a tree trunk to make a monument for me, and write the words of the concubine of the Marquis of Jingyang. Remember, the name must be clearly written, my name is Zixia, not Qingyue..."

The voice was getting lower and lower, but the hands around Han Yue's neck were getting tighter and tighter, and Han Yue, who was almost out of breath, said viciously: "Marquis of Jingyang, Han Yue, do you agree, do you agree? "

If you don't agree, you may really put all your strength and Han Yue to the end.

Han Yue looked bewildered, his palms were still pressing on Qingyue's chest, but he didn't know whether he should continue to spit out his internal energy.

After a little delay, Qingyue's hands that were clasping his neck suddenly became weak, and gradually loosened.For some unknown reason, this strange female monk did not choose to hurt Han Yue in the end.

Her delicate body slowly fell softly. Although she was a Buddhist monk, she had three thousand fine hair on her head, which covered her pale and pretty face. It will harm you, Zixia is an orphan in the world, she only loves you and will not harm you, Han Yue, you know, I am very bitter..."

Chapter 302 To attack the grassland, Ben Hou is going

Han Yue didn't wake up until then, grabbed Qingyue who was falling softly, and asked loudly, "Clarify, what's going on."

Qingyue's eyes were blurred, and she reached out to touch Han Yue's face, but she fell down powerlessly.

"The poor monk won't tell you, I want you to never forget me for the rest of your life..."

The voice was gradually dying, and the pretty eyes were filled with clear water, reluctantly looked at the man in front of him, and finally closed slowly.

It seems that there is still a little breath, but it is extremely slight.

Han Yue stood there blankly with a blank expression on his face.

He still pressed his hands on the twin peaks of Qingyue, feeling the woman's body temperature coming from above, the body temperature gradually became colder, and the heartbeat gradually became lighter.

"Qingyue, Zixia..." He murmured, and suddenly grabbed the woman in his hand with all his strength, wanting to find out what was going on.

At this moment, when I heard the strong wind whistling above my head, a figure flew down into the sky and slapped Han Yue on the head.

The palm of the hand splattered everywhere, it was extremely cold, and the strength was unparalleled, even a bit stronger than Han Yue's full-strength palm.

Few people in this world could dodge such a sudden attack. Han Yue turned pale with fright. He was about to resist in danger, but the attacker suddenly withdrew most of his palm strength. Even so, he was still hit hard.

Han Yueren flew out in mid-air, and saw the figure pick up the green moon in the blink of an eye, and then turned and twisted his body, like a handsome eagle, and disappeared without a trace after a few leaps.

This person is very powerful in martial arts. Although he is carrying a person in his hand, it does not affect his speed in the slightest.

From his appearance to flying Han Yue to robbing Qingyue, it was only a blink of an eye. After the person disappeared without a trace, Han Yue's body fell heavily to the ground.

However, there was no scar.

The man suddenly changed his strength during the sneak attack, clearly just wanting to knock him out.

"Is this the great master of Liaodong or the old monk Zhicao..." Han Yue slowly got up from the ground, always feeling that the person who stole Qingyue was very familiar, and that figure seemed to have been seen many times.

However, when he glanced at him just now, he didn't see his face clearly at all.

"Qingyue's internal organs are all shattered. What is this person trying to do after snatching them away? To rescue them? Or to bury them?" The thick doubts constantly rushed into Han Yue's mind. It made Han Yue feel at a loss.

The internal force just now was extremely gloomy and cold, and the force was indescribably fierce. It seemed that no one in memory was so powerful.

"Could it be that the great master of Liaodong finally broke through and became the first sword god who can use six knives at the same time in thousands of years?"