[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

Yu Luocha is a very patient person.So he gave her three months.

But now he regretted it a little.

Because once some birds are placed high, their hearts will be bigger, not to mention that Namei is rebellious in life and has always been careless.

There was a little rain last night in Baiyun City, and now the green stone road is more and more emerald.

The maids walked carefully holding oil-paper umbrellas.

Ah Ning held a cup of sweet soup in her hand.

The sweet soup was freshly brewed in the small kitchen, and it was still steaming through the porcelain lid.

She walked quickly, but her steps were steady, and she arrived in the courtyard not long after.

"girl."

Ah Ning knocked lightly on the door.

"come in."

A gentle female voice slowly came out of the room after a while.

That voice is like a heavy cigarette, it is really pleasant to hear.

Ah Ning blushed slightly, and slowly entered the room.

She put the sweet soup on the table: "The city lord specially told me to add snow lotus in this soup, girl, let's drink it while it's hot."

She kept her head down when she spoke, not daring to look at the beauty.

Wu Qun stepped barefoot on the snow velvet blanket and walked to the table leisurely.

Bai Yu gently lifted the soup cup with her fingertips and sniffed.

"What else is in this soup?"

She seemed to be just asking casually.

Ah Ning slightly raised her eyes to peek at the beauty with a lotus snow face, and whispered: "There is also pear syrup, I heard that the girl likes sweets."

When she said this, her face was already red.

Wu Qun took a sip of the sweet soup, but slowly frowned: "Take it away."

Ah Ning's face paled instantly: "Girl?"

Wu Qun sighed slightly: "When did I say I'm addicted to sweets?"

She raised her eyes slightly, the rouge at the end of her eyes was shining and moving, but her tone was ruthless.

Ah Ning's fingertips trembled, so she had no choice but to carry the soup cup down.Before leaving, he glanced back at the bewitching beauty, feeling bitter and astringent in his heart.

The maid has gone out.

The beauty in snow was bored and lightly cut the red candle by the table.

At this time, the sky is naturally still bright, but the continuous rain outside the window makes it look a little dim.

She gently put the cut candles into the incense burner, and said quietly: "Do you want to cut some more?"

Who is she asking?

Is there anyone else in this room?

The man in the black brocade robe slowly walked out from the inner room, it was Yu Luocha.

"Ah Qun is laid back."

He frowned slightly, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

When he saw her at the beginning, he only felt that the sword intent was rare but in the end the sword heart had not yet been achieved, but now the Taoist realm has become smoother.

Wu Qun put the scissors down, and said calmly: "The leader came all the way, so I think the scenery in Baiyun City is pretty good."

Yu Luocha glanced at the faintly beating red candle, and pointed out something: "Although the scenery is beautiful, it is far inferior to the beauty explaining the words."

When he said this, his voice changed: "But if these Xiyu flowers are scattered in other houses, it will be bad."

The voice was low and dangerous, making one's heart tremble.

But the beauty in snow clothes smiled: "Famous flowers have always been overwhelming the country, and only those who are able can get them."

Her eyes rolled slightly, and her cloud temples were slightly scattered under the candlelight: "Do you dare to be the leader of the Jade Sect?"

The room fell silent for a moment.

The man in brocade robe raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why don't you dare?"

There was continuous rain outside the window, and falling flowers slid down the eaves.

The footsteps slowly stopped.

Ah Ning brought sweet soup and went out.

She walked for a long time, and only slowly raised her head when she walked out of the small courtyard.

Running from behind the rockery to the study.

"Did she say anything else?"

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly.

Ah Ning shook her head, but uncovered the soup cup.

There was an engraved lettering on the spoon she had held.

'Jade'

The fingertips tapping on the table paused, Ye Gucheng's eyes dimmed.

It rained harder.

The candles in the room seemed to feel the murderous intent, flickering and extinguishing.

A gust of wind blew, and the door slowly opened.

The swordsman in the crane helmet stood outside the door, his eyes were as pale as cold stars.

He didn't say a word, and raindrops slowly dripped from the sword in his hand.

Yu Luocha's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "A'qun has been waiting for him for so long?"

His tone was gloomy, and the black brocade robe fluttered with the wind, as if there was a flash of killing intent.

The beauty in snow twirled the narcissus on her fingertips, and said with a smile, "I'm just waiting for the winner."

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a seductive mountain spirit.The narcissus was also stained with blood.

Yu Luocha chuckled: "A'qun is used to playing with power."

He knew the meaning of this, but he might as well play with her.

Ye Gucheng's eyes never changed.

The last drop of rain fell from the eaves.The fallen flowers hanging from the branches were smashed to the ground, adding a touch of color.

His sword finally moved.

There was a saying in Jianghu: Three thousand guests are drunk in a hall full of flowers, and nineteen states are cold with one sword.

It is this sword.

The sword light fell from the wind and rain, as if all the white clouds and dogs in this world turned into cold light in the sky.

In an instant, people give up life and forget death.

"Flying Immortals in the Sky."

Yu Luocha raised the corners of her lips coldly.

The figure suddenly turned into thousands of rakshasas, both happy and angry, and the murderous intent was fully revealed.

The remnant tree fell down, and the jackdaw screamed.

There are more broken flowers on the blue stone steps.

The battle of masters has always been dazzling.When it seems real, it also looks like unreal Monroe.

Ye Gucheng's sword had pierced the man's heart, but the black mist exploded, and it was another Rakshasa clone.

His face was calm, and his sword hand was still steady.

When the fog approached, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The drizzle was like silk, falling on the crane's head and the black robe.

Wu Qun suddenly chuckled.

The narcissus in her hand has fallen, slowly sliding down along the wind blade.

The hand holding the sword faced the Rakshasa Phantom in the north.

The rain fell drop by drop.

Beads of blood slowly slid off those hands like lotus root jade, and even the gauze was covered with vermilion.

"There are two Rakshasa real bodies."

There was a chuckle in the courtyard, and a figure slowly appeared in the black mist.

Yu Luocha was also injured.

The cold iron sword was pierced straight an inch from the centrifuge's mouth.

Blood slowly dripped down the black robe.

He glanced at the Hehui swordsman with indifferent eyes, and slowly disappeared into the mist.

The black shadow has disappeared.

The swordsman finally lowered his sword hand.

A layer of rain and mist had already fallen on the feathers.

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly, and the corners of his lips were bleeding.

"Any injuries?"

he asked suddenly.

The snow-clothed beauty sighed lightly: "Hand hurts."

She wasn't lying.

The sword pierced the incarnation outside the body, and he had already suffered a lot of force, but at this moment, he felt as if the tiger's mouth was broken, and the pain was unspeakable.

She was pale, but there was still a smile in her eyes.She looked at him intently.

That snow-skinned and black-haired girl was actually quite sensual at this moment.

Yuhui swordsman's gaze slightly dropped.

"Come up."

Wu Qun smiled lightly.

It's not that she can't walk, and it's not that the swordsman doesn't know it.

"You are so kind."

She sighed softly, leaning against his ear softly.

Ye Gucheng frowned slightly, feeling the warm and fragrant nephrite behind him.

He walked very slowly.

The bloody hand lightly supported the snow-colored gauze.

It's still raining.

Mixed with blood drops dripping from the bluestone road.

The snow-clothed beauty lay quietly on the crane's head as if she had fallen asleep.

A figure suddenly appeared at the end of the stone road.

It's a swordsman in white with a sword.

The hilt of the crow's scabbard is tied with red gauze, carrying a cold sword intent.

Ye Gucheng stopped slowly.