Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

"Don't look up." Xiaomeng's voice came from next to my ear.

Su Ying could only shake his head and look away, sighed and said, "Hey, if it wasn't for you going to the death test back then, we didn't see each other for several years, how could the relationship between our master and apprentice become a little rusty? You must know that my teacher and you ate and lived together, even sleeping in the same bed and quilt..."

Su Ying's words stopped suddenly, he felt a soft and elastic touch coming from behind, looked down, and saw a pair of jade arms hugging his waist from behind.

"Little Menger..."

(Recently, I seem to be writing a bit slowly. Try to write two chapters tomorrow. The big villain will be written next month after this month's LOL game is over.).

Chapter 310 Between master and apprentice, Emperor Zun is angry

Xiaomeng quietly pressed against his back, her cheeks with closed eyes buried in the back of his neck, as white as mutton fat and white jade, her crystal-clear and flawless arms stretched out from the Taoist shirt, and placed on Su Ying's waist.

A pleasant fragrance rushed into Su Ying's nostrils, refreshing.

"Little Menger...you..."

Just as Su Ying was about to say something, she got closer.

"The difference between men and women is just a secular view, master...you taught me that."

Xiaomeng stuck to the back of Su Ying's neck and said softly.

Su Ying was dumbfounded.

Xiaomeng rubbed his face against the back of his neck, sniffing the unique breath in his hair and continued:

"You just said that the relationship between our master and apprentice is rusty? But I don't think so."

"During all these years of closed life, in the lonely cave, I was able to persevere because of you..."

Xiao Meng whispered in Su Ying's ear.

"Little Menger..."

Su Ying was a little moved, and looked back sideways.

Eyes intersect.

Xiaomeng smiled slightly under Su Ying's wide-eyed surprised eyes, then turned over, propped up with both arms, and directly pressed Su Ying under her body.

A gust of wind blows, the purple curtain flutters, and the green bamboo sways.

In the spacious room, Su Ying, who was wearing a blue and white ancient shirt 337 wrapped with golden and red silk thread, was lying on his back on the wooden board. Xiaomeng, who was wearing a plain robe and revealing a large area of ​​snow-white and crystal-clear skin, put his arms on both sides of Su Ying's head, and his body was almost crushed. On Su Ying's body, at least the two well-developed mountain peaks really pressed down.

Xiao Meng looked at Su Ying's handsome face with a rare look of surprise under him, and looked directly at his eyes with a pair of quiet eyes, and said without any shyness:

"Su Zige, I like you."

"It's not the love between master and apprentice, but the love between men and women."

Su Ying stared at her blankly, and gradually, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"I also like my little Meng'er, and it's not the kind of love between master and apprentice." Su Ying looked at her and smiled, stretched out his arms to wrap her arms around her slender and soft waist, and with a little force, she fell into Su Ying's arms. in the arms.

Su Ying put his arms around her and whispered in her ear: "Actually, the teacher has known about this for a long time. I just want to wait for you, Xiao Menger, to tell you when."

At this time, a rosy blush appeared on Xiaomeng's cheeks, and the Qiuli Sword beside her was suspended in the air and swayed up and down, which seemed to represent her (dadd) state of mind at this time.

At this time, Xiaomeng's heart lake was shining brightly.

"Have you been playing with me since before?"

Xiaomeng suddenly looked up at Su Yingdao.

Su Ying met her eyes with a smile and said:

"That's right, for a hungry ghost like me, Xiao Meng'er is a treasure bigger than the sky."

"If the master knows what you think, he will definitely break your leg." Xiao Meng smiled happily, with crooked eyes, just like when she and Su Ying were in the Taoist Tianzong.

Su Ying hugged the [-]-year-old and charming head of Tianzong and sat up straight. Under her gaze, he looked at her who was close at hand and said with a smile: "When the time comes, I need your help to intercede."

Su Ying hugged the [-]-year-old and charming head of Tianzong and sat up straight. Under her gaze, he looked at her who was close at hand and said with a smile: "When the time comes, I need your help to intercede."

"I'm not going to help you. There are so many confidante girls. I think the chief minister of the Yin Yang family also has your aura on him. You must have had sex with her." Xiaomeng narrowed her eyes gradually and said , "And that Shao Si Ming, I think you will definitely make up your mind again."

"Eh..." Su Ying stroked his hair in embarrassment.

Looking at him, Xiaomeng couldn't help but sighed, leaned her head forward, pressed against his chest and said softly:

"If only you confiscated me as a disciple back then... I'm so upset now."

Su Ying couldn't help smiling, and leaned into her ear and said:

"Who made you look so cute back then."

Xiaomeng's cheeks were slightly red.

The Qiuli sword suspended aside, the handle of the sword swayed in the dust, and the sword body was full of light.

seems to be joyful.

Xianyang.

In the world at dusk and night, the sky and the earth are slightly dim, the light is dim, the setting sun in the sky has disappeared behind the mountains, and a round of moon shadow hangs in the air silently.

Inside the Xianyang Palace, the lights were brightly lit, soldiers guarding the palace with long spears in their hands, and servants passing through.