i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong nodded, then suddenly turned around and walked aside, picking up the things on the ground.

He looked down and shook his head calmly, "Oh, so it's just so big, the layout is small. Let's get a bigger one."

"You... let go of Aijia, don't come here! How dare you... how dare you!"

Zhao Rong remained silent, returned calmly, stretched out his hand, and first hugged her violently into his arms.

He hugged this struggling beautiful widow tightly, bowed his head, and buried his nose in her long messy hair.

Take a deep breath.

Her black hair was wet, mixed with the scent of a virgin and rare spices.

This is an unspeakable taste, fragrant and very tempting, just like a plate of delicious dishes, extremely clean, never touched by anyone, quietly waiting for the first opening of the new owner.

Zhao Rong smiled.

The smile is extraordinarily easy.

Because I worked hard to calm my heart before, it was really tiring.

But at this moment, in the depths of the heart lake, there is an evil dragon quietly raising its head:

The thousands of evil dragons that he had seen that day from a drop of water in the heart lake seemed to raise their heads at the bottom of his heart lake, and the evil dragons turned over ferociously.

The water in the heart lake boiled, and countless water splashed in all directions.

All of a sudden, the sunny heart lake in the past was dimly lit, and dragons danced wildly.

The young Confucian scholar ignored the struggle of the most honorable woman in Dali, and slowly pressed her on his leg, starting his afternoon snack.

He leisurely rolled up his sleeves.

"do not move."

Zhao Rongyang slapped his hand, showing no pity.

"Ugh! You... how dare you! You're finished... ah!"

Her face was terrified, and her tone was inconceivable, but before the woman finished speaking, Zhao Rong slapped her again, interrupting her anger with a slap.

"Well, compared with someone, I can't help but fight. Heh, you came here to see me, and you said you didn't do it on purpose? All right, it will be as your mother wishes."

"!!!"

Zhao Rong rubbed it with a smile, then carefully measured Xia Guanjue Dali's slender waist, "Hey, it's really very thin, you can control it with one hand, and with a full grip, the ancients would not deceive me." Seriously appreciating it , just like a collector is very interested in playing with a peerless treasure.

"I heard that your majesty is good at dancing, your waist is slender, and you are the number one in Dali? Well, then I will study it carefully in the next meeting, and please give me your advice." As he said, he climbed rocks and folded flowers all the way.

Dugu Chanyi trembled and shouted: "Let go of Aijia! Aijia is going to kill you! Kill you!"

Zhao Rong smiled: "Why kill me? Isn't this what your mother wishes?"

While the woman struggled sharply, her jade hand slammed towards Zhao Rong.

But in the next second, her bright wrist was firmly grasped by a big hand.

"Not obedient, right?"

Without further ado, Zhao Rong tied her up with the towel and ribbon in his hand, and then grabbed the empress dowager's black hair with his big hands, so that her head had to be raised high, and Yuyan was facing Zhao Rong .

The latter looked down at her haggard expression, and with his other hand, he used the old jade he picked up to lightly pat Dugu Chanyi's beautiful cheek a few times.

At this moment, the woman's stubborn and angry pretty face finally showed some fear, "Don't touch me." Zhao Rong nodded, moved to his lips and tried to plug it, and blocked his mouth.

"Hmmmm." But Dugu Chanyi tightly pursed her lips, her face was terrified, she refused to give in, she even took the opportunity to turn her head and bite his wrist, once biting, it is estimated that a piece of flesh would fall off.

Zhao Rong shook his head lightly.

He reached into his sleeve and rummaged through things.

He grabbed a sachet, paused, put it back in his sleeve, continued to grope, and finally took out an old handkerchief that was not very used, it turned white from washing.

Zhao Rong looked down, and was going to block her sharp canine mouth first to prevent random biting.

He first pinched her nose, and then took advantage of her opening her mouth to breathe, and stuffed the handkerchief inside. However, at this moment, taking advantage of Zhao Rong's unsteady support, Dugu Chan swung her head and slammed Zhao Rong's right hand knocked open.

boom--!

Jingle--!

A dull and a crisp light sound rang in my ears.

It was a sachet and a white jade stuffed in the right sleeve, and the sleeve fell to the ground.

Zhao Rong didn't turn his head to look at the slightest thing, he pressed the head of this beautiful widow, and continued to gag with a handkerchief.

The latter kept poohing, trying to spit out the crumpled handkerchief, but the former stuffed it tirelessly, looking patient and in no hurry.

Dugu Chanyi's body gradually froze, and all the tossing was fruitless, and she was so tired that she could hardly breathe, and her mouth was gradually stuffed by the crumpled handkerchief.

Her eye circles were red, and she whimpered in despair and sadness.

The young Confucian scholar sat upright, lowered his head slightly, his profile was calm, and he kept moving.

Not far from the pavilion where the two were, there was a natural hot spring that covered an area of ​​tens of meters and was built into a luxurious bath by the ancients, filled with warm mist.

There is no one else in this hidden garden except for two people with very different identities.

If you look down from the sky at this moment.

This Guanghan Palace, which belongs exclusively to the Empress Dowager Dali and symbolizes the supreme majesty and power, is also empty and deserted.

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Chapter 482...Just Knowing I'm an LSP

At this time, Dugu Chanyi's heart was filled with ashes-like despair, and even faintly numb, she let it go, only the vomiting and refusal of the physiological reaction caused by the foreign body in her mouth remained.

Suddenly at this moment, she felt that the strength of this shameless Confucian scholar seemed to have become lighter...

Dugu Chanyi tried to spit out the handkerchief in her mouth.

He didn't notice?good chance……

Dugu Chanyi didn't even have time to be happy, she turned her head violently in the next second, and bit the right arm of the man in front of her who was gradually moving, but he didn't flinch, and was bitten by her.

Only less than three breaths.

There was blood overflowing from between the man's skin and muscles and the woman's fangs, dripping quietly.

The heart of the beautiful and criminal widow was filled with hatred and joy.

The smell of blood between her lips and teeth seemed to be some kind of addictive delicacy, which made her cling to it, never wanting to let go.

Aijia will kill you!

She happily raised her chin, the freshly dyed rouge on her lips was extremely red, her almond eyes were turned up, and she looked at him recklessly, but in the next second, her eyelashes trembled suddenly, and she was a little stunned.

The young Confucian scholar didn't know when he started, but he gradually stopped moving.

He was turning his head at this moment, looking at the ground somewhere beside him.

His face was expressionless.

Dugu Chanyi's trembling eyes moved down, and she saw a flawless white jade plaque lying quietly on the ground there, and a sachet with clumsy and rough embroidery...

At this moment, Zhao Rongduan was sitting beside the bed, and the beautiful queen mother, who was revered by thousands of people in Dali, was being restrained, lying seductively on his lap at this moment.

His left hand hung straight down, and the drool-soaked handkerchief fell to the floor below.

The arm of the right hand was dripping with blood, and most of the arm was stained red...

But his gaze at this time did not stop at any of these.

The young Confucian scholar remained motionless.

The heart lake magic dragon dances wildly.

He looked at the ground calmly.

After the air was quiet for a while, he suddenly moved while pursing his lips.

He didn't pay attention to the right hand that was still biting his fangs, bent down, and stretched out his left hand, but retracted halfway through it.

The left hand wiped the clothes on the chest.

Then he stretched it out again, and picked up the two tokens on the ground that were in love with certain two women for life.

The young Confucian scholar lowered his eyes. After picking it up, he didn't even look at the white jade tablet and the sachet. He stuffed it back into his sleeve and turned his head silently to look at the beautiful woman who was still biting his right arm tightly.

He didn't speak.

He looked at her quietly.

The blood on the arm was flowing quietly.

In the pavilion, the two of them sat together and looked at each other.

"Ho...ho..."

Dugu Chanyi's eyes were turned upside down, her expression was a little dazed, she loosened her teeth quietly at a certain moment, and her delicate body couldn't help shrinking back.

This Confucian scholar has changed again.

Dugu Chanyi is very sure.

Her eyes trembled, and she actively shifted her gaze away.

Even just now, she was about to be violated by the last one, and she, who was extremely proud, was not afraid at all.

However, facing him at this moment...

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to untie the rope binding Dugu Chan's clothes, and immediately stood up.

Dugu Chanyi, who was lying on his lap, just freed her slender hands, and fell directly to the ground.

There is no pity on Xiangxiyu.

Zhao Rong walked aside, away from the beautiful woman on the ground, and sat down on the stone bench again.

He propped his elbows on his knees, covered his face with his big hands together, and rubbed his face vigorously back and forth regardless of the red blood on his left palm.

Then the young Confucian scholar bowed his head, and inserted his blood-stained fingers into his thick black hair.

I can't see his lowered expression.

"I saw it."

He whispered.

No one in the booth answered.

Dugu Chanyi was not far away, carefully looking at the young Confucian scholar sitting on the stone bench with his head in his hands.

He was sitting on the stool, curling his body with his head in his arms. His body was sometimes tense and sometimes loose. The gap between these two states would also be accompanied by bouts of inexplicable convulsions.

The young Confucian scholar seemed to be whispering occasionally.

"Gui, I see 'heart', and 'sex'."

He nodded.

"I shouldn't have pressed it before."

A certain sword spirit did not reply.

In the heart lake of the young Confucian scholar, water is still splashing everywhere, desires are surging, and demons are dancing wildly.

The evil dragons at the bottom of the lake were writhing wildly and frantically.

However, his appearance at this moment is Gujing Wubo.

Not a hint of madness.

The young Confucian scholar smiled lightly, and said calmly in the heart lake:

"I want to fuck her."

"I really want to fuck her."

"She is very beautiful, the most beautiful woman from the ground, more beautiful than almost all the women I have ever seen, second only to Qing Jun and Xiao Xiao."

"She is the Empress Dowager Regent from the Li Dynasty. Her mother is far away, and she has a noble status. She is also a young and pretty widow. Heh, a widow who has just lost her husband... This status is very exciting... At least it makes me feel exciting. A few days ago It was even worse when I saw her back in filial piety in the mourning hall."

The young Confucian scholar paused.