[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

When Shi Zhixuan was young, he left home to join the Demon Sect. On the first day of entry, his master told him that it is easy for Huajian disciples to be emotional, but it is the hardest to be affectionate.

And many people often only taste a little bit all their lives.

Because they are afraid, they are afraid that they will be ruined if they are trapped in emotional barriers, but once people are afraid, martial arts will come to an end.

Many people in this world are like this.

So is Xie Bo.

Ten years ago on Emperor Stepping Peak, he still didn't understand why he came here, but he waited in this Jianghu and court for ten years.

Only then did he understand that love in this world is hard to wait for, and that this life will last forever.

Except her—but that's all.

He seldom comes to do things and thinks more, three parts are sincere and seven parts are false, he claims to play tricks on people's hearts, but he doesn't want to meet his nemesis one day.

He wanted to see the cold blade under her weak and innocent eyebrows, so he had to try the knife with himself.

So he entered the palace in the form of Pei Ju, wanting to see what would happen to the flowers growing in the mud, but he didn't know that everyone was quicksand at her fingertips.

To her, she was just an old friend.

The world is the most ruthless and touching, the most affectionate and hurtful.

Everyone can't escape.

Shi Zhixuan's hand caressing the beauty's face moved down slowly, and the slender neck was already held between his fingers.

"What do you think will happen if we go into hiding?"

he asked with a chuckle.

Wu Qun raised her head slightly and let the temples slip off the man's sleeves. She tilted her head so beautifully, so weak, as if she had to be born dependent on a man.

Feeling the delicate touch of his fingertips, Shi Zhixuan felt a surge in his heart, but he heard the beauty raise her eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Either I'm tired of you, or you're tired of me."

He obviously has that weak appearance, but his words are capricious.

Shi Zhixuan sighed slightly, and said with a half-smile, "I thought you were tired of me now."

"You think so?"

Wu Qun smiled lightly and leaned on the man's shoulder. She seemed to be very happy, and she fell limply in the man's arms.

The upward arc at the end of the eyes is innocent and sparkling.

Shi Zhixuan stretched out his hand to caress the mole of passionate tears under his eyes, and someone suddenly bit his fingertips.

The beauty lowered her head and bit down hard.

It was only then that he noticed that she had canine teeth, pointed and provocative for no reason.

Wu Qun bent her eyes and let go: "This is called playing hard to get."

Her tone was soft, with a little contempt, and she was about to turn around and leave after biting.

But was taken into the arms by the man behind him:

"I'm afraid these are not enough."

He said with a deep laugh.

Wu Qun slightly turned to look at him.

That look is the most charming and coquettish, and the tear mole at the end of the eye makes the heart itch.

Shi Zhixuan's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head slowly.

Yuwen valve:

Yu Wenhuaji looked at the secret letter in his hand with unpredictable eyes.

After a long time, he said: "Go and report to the Holy Majesty, and say that Princess Nine has been found."

The person in the dark paused slightly, and disappeared into the twilight.

The handsome man in the vermilion official robe looked gloomy:

"Ah Qun, it's time to come back."

Since she wants to end these crimes with her own hands, then he will be the knife in her hand.

But she has to be his.

Eight thousand forbidden troops quietly surrounded the small courtyard.

A young man in a vermilion official robe stood quietly outside the courtyard.

He has a handsome face, but his eyes are gloomy, and the general behind him can't help but shudder.

"My lord, do you want to go in now?"

he asked carefully.

Yu Wenhuaji shook his head lightly: "Wait a little longer."

It was getting dark.

Wu Qun sat in front of the bronze mirror and quietly drew her eyebrows. This is the most beautiful posture of a woman in the world.

The distant mountains are delicate and graceful.

It's a pity that there are always some people who want to disturb the warmth.

Shi Zhixuan sighed softly:

"I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to protect you."

he said suddenly.

Wu Qun bent her eyes softly: "If that day really comes, then I will go with someone else."

Her willful words made the man smile in a low voice: "It's really ruthless."

The sound of arrows pierced through the air, and suddenly the hut was on fire.

Shi Zhixuan raised his eyebrows, broke out with the beauty in his arms.

There is already a person standing in the courtyard.

The young man in the vermilion official robe smiled softly: "Princess, come here."

His tone was gentle, but Shi Zhixuan sneered: "She won't go there."

Wu Qun stood quietly behind the man and did not speak.

She lowered her head so weakly, the blue satin skirt was scattered on the ground and swayed in the wind, like a gentle water lotus.

The light of the fire reflected the snowy skin and cloudy temples, but it made everyone feel that it was not wrong to die here.

The two people in the courtyard have already fought.

This is already a battle of the world's masters, and the murderous intention is fully revealed.

The dark robe faced vermilion, pressing forward step by step.

The wind blows down the peach blossoms in the courtyard, and a little bit of them fall into the soil.

Yu Wenhua took a step back, blood was slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Shi Zhixuan's eyes were sharpened slightly, he stretched out his hand to catch the arrow flying in the back, and slowly walked outside the door with the beauty in his arms.

But in the next second, he stopped.

Because of a palm wind.

The palm wind came from his bosom, with a biting killing intent in its gentleness.

Wu Qun sighed: "Why didn't you guard against me?"

Her eyes are touching, and when she smiles, the tails of her eyes are curved like crescent moons, soft and ruthless.

Shi Zhixuan's sleeves were stained with blood, he felt that strong wine had been poured on the wound, it was painful.

"A skirt."

He knew he had lost, but he still stood straight.

Watching the green satin beauty walking towards Yu Wenhuaji with dull eyes, he chuckled lightly for a long time:

"Don't let me catch you again."

There are not many people in the world who can stop the evil king. Even if that person is injured, the eight thousand imperial troops still cannot stop him, so they can only watch him fight all the way out.

"Princess?"

Yu Wenhuaji narrowed his eyes slightly.

But Wu Qun looked at the man's back and bent her eyes: "Let's go."