Medicinal Immortal

Lying on the bed, she took a pill calmly. After watching the light smoke spread out, she jumped in with a touch of her figure. She closed her eyes as if she was asleep.

A figure walked to the bed, opened the bed tent, looked at the exquisite and outstanding face on the bed, and made a tut: "What an exquisite little monk, there is still the light of the Holy Buddha on his body. I did not expect such mortals. The land, there are such good things, if you **** your essence and Yangshen, it will really make up for it."

In the darkness, it was faintly visible that the woman had a very plump and **** figure, dressed in a light veil, but with high slits on the skirt, revealing a long slender leg, a beautiful and enchanting face, and a silky head The soft ink hair draped behind him, and his body exuded the ultimate aura of temptation.

She stared at the little monk on the bed as if staring at a prey, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she whispered: "The essence of the ultimate, Yang Shen is the most tonic. It's a pity that you fall asleep like this!"

Tangning only listened to her whispering there, and she was also thinking to herself. While breathing, she felt a smell of medicine being inhaled by her between her breath, and the smell of medicine was refreshing, and her heart moved.

"Little monk? Little monk wake up?" The woman had already lit the lamp, and the light illuminated the room, making her glamorous and enchanting face even more charming under the lamp.

When she heard the coquettish voice from the woman, Tangning opened her eyes and saw the woman who suddenly appeared in the room with a look of astonishment. She quickly got up and shrank into the corner: "Who are you? Why are you in the little monk's room? in?"

The seductive woman covered her lips and smiled lightly, stepped forward and sat down on the bed, half of her body leaning against the bed, her beautiful eyes looked at the little monk in the corner with a flattering look, and she smiled: "Little monk? Look. Am I beautiful?" As she spoke, the woman lowered her collar, revealing a large white beauty.

Tangning noticed that when the woman spoke, the other person’s eyes exuded a charming color, but she was a woman. Will be a little lost.

After all, her orientation is very normal. If there is any ripple of thought to a woman, it would be weird!

She glanced at the woman, took a deep breath, and then exhaled gently. Then she folded her hands together and said softly: "Amitabha, the female donor, the night is heavy, you will catch a cold like this."

The charming smile on the woman’s lips was slightly stiff. She stared at the little monk who bowed her eyebrows as if an old monk was in concentration, and then she smiled and said, "Hahaha, you little monk has a good concentration. No wonder you can cultivate the Holy Buddha. Light."

Listening to the woman's words, Tangning moved slightly, looking at her in confusion, and asked, "What light of the Holy Buddha? Is there the little monk? Why can't the little monk see it?

Seeing the little monk tilting her head and looking at her, with a puzzled look on her delicate and outstanding face, the woman winked and said, "Among our family members, there are only a dozen people with this ability. It is also my luck. Well, you know, even in the land of immortals, those who can cultivate Buddha's light are some old Buddhist monks."

She changed her tone, and her gaze fell on Tangning's face: "A young and tender monk like you is rare." When the words fell, her slender fingers were lightly lifted, and the light gauze on her body fell...