[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Water droplets fell drop by drop along the gap, wetting the hem of the brocade dress.

Wu Qun frowned slightly, and slowly opened her eyes.

She was covered with the black crane helmet, but its owner was gone.

The beauty in the light brocade skirt slowly sat up.

The silence in this grotto is terrifying, as if there is no difference between day and night.Wu Qun folded her arms and lay on her lap until the sound of footsteps came.

The voice was very soft, but it couldn't be clearer in such an environment.

Wu Qun bent her eyes, and those cat pupils looked at him blissfully, as if waiting for someone to return:

"You're back."

she said softly.

Yu Huatian threw the green fruit to her, and slowly put down the wood in his hand.

His right hand was hidden in his sleeve, but his left hand was very flexible. Soon the pile of wood was on fire, clearly visible in this dark grotto.

The man's face was cold and cold, and his slightly closed eyes looked ruthlessly strange through the flames.

There was a crackling sound of the wood underneath, and there was finally a little more popularity in the grotto.

Wu Qun took a bite of the green fruit lightly, and frowned slightly.

The fruit seems to be still green, sour and bitter.

But the always delicate and willful beauty calmed down at this moment, and finished the red fruit in small mouthfuls.

She has a soft expression, and her long eyelashes are downcast and cute for no reason.

Yu Huatian looked back at her and then looked away, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the end, Qingguo was still thrown into the fire. Wu Qun looked at the dancing flames with her hands propped up. The small flames seemed to be reflected in the golden and blue eyes, and the stream of light was breathtaking.

There are many beauties in this world, and some are amazing, but she is the only one who is so magnificent that it takes people's breath away.

She stood there, more like a treasure that men could never find, and she had to treat it carefully with trembling hands.

The grotto was damp and cold, and after being baked by the fire for a while, his face, which was originally as pale as snow, looked better.

Xu Shi was extremely bored, Wu Qun blinked her eyes, and the lazy cat pupil narrowed her eyes slightly, and blew on the flame, looking innocent like a child.

Yuhuatian chuckled, "Come here."

His voice was no longer tired from yesterday, and his faint smile was more like the arrogance of a superior.

Wu Qun tilted her head to look at him, then walked over slowly.

Those cat pupils seemed to have residual heat, they were astonishingly beautiful.

The eyes of the young governor were deep, watching the beautiful woman in brocade clothes gently leaning on him.

"When are we going out?"

Wu Qun lay on her side, playing with the dark pattern on the man's cuff.

Yu Huatian also let her go, leaned against the wall with his eyes slightly closed, and waited until the water dripped on the bloodstains at the corners of his eyes before saying:

"listen."

Water droplets seep through the gaps, and even the sand above is so wet, there must be an underground river in this grotto.

Wu Qun closed her eyes and slowly curled her lips: "I heard it."

Her smile was soft, as if she had discovered something novel, and a blush appeared on her snow-white face.

"Have you heard where it's coming from?"

The man in the dark blue flying fish suit lightly slid his fingertips over the satin-like black hair, slightly raising his eyebrows.

Wu Qun closed her eyes again, and her slender eyelashes fell on the snowy skin like a small fan. She listened for a long time before slowly opening her eyes.

The golden blue eyes are curved like crescent moons.

"It's from the east."

she said softly.

Yu Huatian's hand stroking her long hair paused, and Jasper's fingers were inexplicably strange against the firelight:

"When the water comes, we can go."

His tone was light, but he didn't know how thrilling it was.

The grotto was very deep, but the road was blocked a hundred meters away, both of them were injured at this time, it would be worse if they forced a way out.

This underground river can be used.

The man raised his brows lightly, showing a bit of aloofness.

Wu Qun leaned quietly on his lap, her expression was very peaceful.

The sound of the river was getting closer.

It sounded like a landslide in the cramped grotto.

Yu Huatian chuckled, tore a long strip from his robe with his left hand, and handed it to the beauty who was trying to be calm.

He handed her his intact left hand, with a look of wantonness in his eyes.

The brocade was tightly tied to the joint wrists of the two. Wu Qun lowered her head and bit her teeth lightly, but she unconsciously ground the man's blood.

It was a dangerous pose, but also very charming.

Yuhuatian slightly raised his eyebrows, and the sound of the river came suddenly, as if it was right next to his ears.

"Are you scared?"

He looked at the beauty with her head down and asked with a lonely smile.

"Not afraid."

Wu Qun also smiled.

She slowly raised her head, those soft cat pupils were wanton.

With a bang, the stone wall was broken by the flood, and the gravel fell down from the top of the head.

In just an instant, the originally dry grotto was submerged by the river.

Yuhuatian pulled Wu Qun and dived into the water, avoiding the stone chips.

Under the pressure, the river water was ferocious, and slowly backlogged in front of the stone gate.

Wu Qun's water skills were not good, and she couldn't hold her breath after a while, and her bundled hands curled up slightly.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, looking pitiful.

The Shimen has been pressured by the water to reveal a gap, and those floods rushed in as if they had found a vent.

When Wu Qun turned around, someone grabbed her waist.

Their hands were tied together, Yu Huatian slowly tightened her hand, and helped her swim up a little.

As soon as Wu Qun came out of the water, she was pulled down again.

A cold kiss was imprinted on his lips, and the man's fingers were cold, holding her hand on her slender waist.The black gauze brushed on the backs of the clasped hands made them more charming.

There was a hint of a smile in Yuhuatian's eyes.

The smile was faint, inexplicably bewitching.

Wu Qun could only be forced to lean in his arms like a weak willow branch.

The gravel fell into the water, and the stone door was finally washed open.

Wu Qun swam forward with someone holding her waist tightly.

On the other side, Feng Lidao and Bu Ludu looked at each other, both of them were horrified.

They sneaked into the sand dunes to take the opportunity to escape, but Feng Lidao was still worried, and finally returned quietly.

They came when they were halfway to the vortex, and they were in this dungeon when they woke up.

Bu Ludu coughed non-stop, choked by the flying dust, and kicked the stunned scholar:

"Did you hear the sound?"

She asked.

Feng Lidao waved his hand to stop and listened carefully again, the thin sound of water flowing just now was gone, only the rustling sound of wind and sand blowing over the soil remained.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Buludu stared bitterly, and then went to look around.

There is a stone tablet behind the dilapidated wooden shelf. Unlike ordinary stones, the stone tablet is white.

With curious eyes, Bu Ludu lightly reached out to wipe the dust on the stele, but then her eyes froze.

There are four big characters on the white stone tablet. Although it is old and the color of the font is blurred, the handwriting can still be recognized.

"Come here quickly."

Brutto turned back and waved, but couldn't suppress the excitement in his voice.

The Confucian shirt scholar came back to his senses and walked to the stone tablet.

"This is Xixia language, and it translates to Dabai Shangguo."

Fengli Dao gently twirled the yellow sand, his eyes thoughtful.

"What do you think?"

Bu Ludu asked while lying on the stone tablet.

The Confucian scholar shook his head: "It's just that I never expected to meet the ancient country that I have been looking for for so long."

He was excited but not carried away.

Bu Ludu sneered: "I think you are thinking about the beauty who saved us."

Her tone was a little tasteless, but Feng Lidao returned to a playful look:

"Okay, we'll go our separate ways after this order is done."

He patted the dust on his hands and was about to move forward, but a whip wrapped around his neck:

"You and Gu Shaotang also said the same?"

The woman with dreadlocks stared fiercely.

Feng Lidao reached out and pulled the whip away, and walked forward while rubbing his neck: "I say that to women."

His tone was casual, obviously not taking these words to heart.

Buludu took back his whip bitterly, and chased after him again.

The grotto doesn't look big, but it's very deep. The two of them walked to a fork.

There were three roads in front of him, and it was so dark that it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Feng Lidao picked up a stone from the ground and threw it in, but there was no response, and his face became serious.

Bu Ludu glanced at it, gritted his teeth, took out a small box from his pocket, and gently opened it. Inside the box was a small spider with dark purple legs, which made one's heart tremble.

Feng Lidao touched his arm and watched as she put the spider into the second cave.

But the spider remained lying at the entrance of the hole and did not move forward.

Buludu frowned and threw it in, but told it to crawl out again. Just as he was about to get angry, someone pinned his shoulder.

The handsome scholar in Confucian uniform shook his head slightly: "Forget it, let's try our luck separately."

"I'll take the second one, and you take the third one."

His tone was light, but Buludu snorted coldly and walked into the second hole.

The grotto seemed to be quiet again.

With her hair loose, the beauty in brocade clothes slowly emerged from the water.

She has bright eyebrows and eyes, and her wet hair with crow feathers sticks to her snow-white face, which is quite charming.

The graceful figure was wrapped in Qingluo dark veil, and the water droplets were still sliding down the long eyelashes.

Wu Qun turned her head and looked at the man behind her: "You did it on purpose."

Her tone was soft and firm, and Yu Huatian did not refute.

He took off his black gold hat and walked up the steps.

When he was wearing the hat, he was handsome, arrogant and unreasonable, but when the hat dissipated, he was a little more wanton and crazy.

Wu Qun chuckled and slowly swam ashore.

In the river, only the dark blue fish pattern ribbon floats quietly on it.

Yuhuatian's right hand was already injured, but it got worse after soaking in the water for a long time.

Wu Qun looked at it for a while, then asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

There was no distress in her voice, but she was still delicate and soft.

The young man in the flying fish suit lazily raised his eyes: "Small injury."

The man's face was pale, and the wound that was almost useless on others was just a minor wound in front of him.

Wu Qun slightly bent her eyes, the golden blue water pupils were like the soft moon in the desert, directly reflected in people's hearts:

"You seem to have been hurt a lot."

she wondered.

Yuhuatian sneered, noncommittal.

Before becoming the factory supervisor of Xichang, Yuhuatian was just Yuhuatian.

His face was lonely and cold, but his pace of walking forward was a little slower.

Until she heard the beauty with black hair dripping water twitch the corners of her lips and slowly followed.