[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

This season is when the wind blows, so you should be more cautious when entering the desert.

Ma Jinliang and the others had lived in the small town for three days, and at some point, the shy girl wrapped in a black robe began to follow behind them.

"Overseer?"

The young factory guard looked hesitantly, but saw that the young man in the dark blue flying fish suit was holding the crane's arms, and the cloud patterns on the narrow gold cuffs were inexplicably a bit lonely.

"Let her follow."

Yuhuatian said lightly.

Ma Jinliang paid attention in his heart, and gave the shy and weak woman another high-level glance.

There are not many people in this world who can make the supervisor of the West Factory patient.

The black wind and sand have been raging in the past few days. It is indeed not a good time to enter the desert. Anyone who has lived in the border for a long time knows that at least they have to wait for the first rain.

On the altar, a man covered with a black scarf danced with a drum, and was muttering something.

Yu Huatian frowned slightly, and his subordinates arrested a person kneeling under the altar:

"what happened?"

Hearing a cold snort, the man in the belt trembled:

"Excuse me, Lord, forgive me, Lord."

The pile of flesh on the man's face hit the ground, and the Jinyi Factory guard kicked him in disgust:

"I'm asking you, what's going on with this altar?"

When they came, the town was still bustling and bustling, but now it became much cooler in an instant.

The town has a population of less than four hundred, and they all kneel under this burning altar.

The fat merchant swallowed, and said cautiously, "This is asking for rain."

"Pray for rain?"

Ma Jinliang squinted his eyes, and saw the man on the ground nodded quickly:

"The officials just came to the town, right? The black wind and sandstorms have been blowing up these days. It is the gods who are angry and don't allow caravans to enter the desert to make a fortune. The patriarch invited a wizard to ask on the altar to see when the gods Calm down."

As he spoke, he glanced at the man holding the knife again, and when he saw the golden light shaking under the knife, he lowered his head again in fright: "If you calm down, it will rain in a few days, and the caravan can enter the desert normally. "

The altar has reached its climax.

The wizard swallowed and threw the drum into the sky.

The people kneeling at the bottom kept chanting scriptures, and their expressions were pious and strange. They all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the god's face.

The wind picked up, and the cloth on the street stalls was blown up by the wind and sand. When the big drum was thrown to the highest point, the wizard let out a mouthful of fire, and then fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

The man with disheveled hair slowly oozed blood from his mouth and nose, and slowly flowed down the altar.

The drum fell on the ground head-on, and the dark red blood was particularly eye-catching:

"end."

"What do you mean?"

The complexions of everyone under the seat changed slightly, Ma Jinliang squinted his eyes and asked.

"That means you can't enter."

The fat businessman hesitantly lowered his head: "Maybe there are not enough sacrifices."

Before he finished speaking, it is also possible that the aliens offended the gods.

"When can I enter?"

The young man who sat on the horse and remained silent asked suddenly.

His voice was hoarse and low, like quicksand, which made people startled slightly.

"We'll have to wait another three months."

The woman wrapped in a scarf next to her coughed.

The festival is over

Yu Huatian sat on the horse and watched indifferently, the yellow sand slipped down the cuff of the dark pattern.

"Let's go."

He raised his whip and turned to leave.

Wu Qun looked back at the dead wizard on the altar, and slightly curled her lips.

This town is really small.

Only one inn was crowded, and a girl wrapped in black gauze served tea, and a factory guard asked:

"Shopkeeper, we've been drinking water for three days, why haven't we seen any food yet?"

They have been eating the dry food they brought for the past few days, and the corners of their mouths have long since lost their taste.

As soon as he said this, everyone immediately echoed.

The factory guard was originally a domineering person, but now he is polite when he sees this girl, maybe her voice is too soft, or maybe the knuckles exposed outside the black veil are too white.

The luster like snow jade gave birth to some light in the dim inn.

It made my heart itch.

Wu Qun lowered her head slightly, and said softly, "I've never cooked before."

It was only then that a group of people noticed that there was not even a trace of callus on the snow-white fingertips.

Her timid appearance was really touching, and her voice was soft like a cat meowing, and everyone couldn't bear to press her any longer.He stared blankly and took out the dry food to watch the girl leave.

"I can guarantee that the shopkeeper wrapped in black gauze is definitely a beauty."

The shorter young man in brocade clothes spat on the ground.

The person next to him sneered: "Did you see it?"

Even though he asked like this, he actually agreed with his words in his heart.

A woman with such a graceful figure, even in the palace, could not be found more attractive than this.

The few people's words were mostly nasty words, and the second gear who came in from the stables snorted before restraining himself, lowering his head and eating the dry food quietly.

It was quiet in this small inn.

At sunset, a figure appeared by chance on the sandy slope.

In just a split second, the light dimmed, and the yellow sand fell silent again.

During the day, the wizard who was feigning death jumped down the secret passage with candlelight, and slid slowly down the sandy ground.

The man let out an "ouch" and pushed his hair back. His face was very similar to that of Yuhuatian in the inn.

Feng Lidao adjusted his hat, and was about to stand up when he saw a beautiful woman sitting in front of the table.

The beauty was wearing a black gauze with dark feathers, and her snow-like skin made her graceful and affectionate.

She lay quietly on the chair like that, her snow-white ankles resting lightly on the table.

The candlelight flickered and reflected the red mark on the wrist, as if lightly brushed by a feather.

That was a beauty that didn't belong in the desert, but when she looked back, Feng Lidao felt that she was wrong again.

The pair of golden and blue eyes looked at him with a slight smile, and there was a little mist in the dark secret passage.

Such a bewitching beauty that those who met her will never forget her.

Feng Lidao had never seen her, but he knew that the people who appeared in the secret room at this time would never come to chat with him.

He coughed and saluted slightly: "Hello, girl."

This scholar's style is very similar.

Wu Qun chuckled, and slowly got up from the chair.

The silk black gauze was very beautiful, showing the frail red marks on the wrists as she walked.

Barefoot, she walked up to him step by step.

The scholar in Tsing Yi lowered his head, and saw her slightly stretch out her jade-like fingertips and gently lift his chin.

The fingertips were cool and soft, like the gentle fragrance of Jiangnan.

Feng Lidao's heart moved slightly.

Wu Qun picked her chin and looked at it for a long time.

From eyebrows to lips, he suddenly sighed: "It's not like."

People who have seen Feng Li Dao in this world are amazed at his resemblance to Xichang Changdu Yu Huatian, but only the beauty in front of him says he is not like him.

Feng Lidao raised his eyebrows: "What's not like it?"

The beauty in the dark feather light skirt shook her head slightly: "It doesn't look like anywhere."

As she spoke, she bent her eyes again, and her satin-like black hair slipped playfully from her neck: "The eyes are the most unreal."

She had withdrawn her hand in a dull manner, Feng Lidao's eyes were dim.

"How does the girl know about this secret room?"

He also has questions to ask.

Wu Qun looked at him and smiled softly, her eyes curved like a cat: "I dreamed about it."

Naturally, no one would believe this, and the scholar also laughed: "What dream?"

His eyes are sharp, and such words are not annoying.

The beauty with different pupils paused, then turned her head slightly: "A dream about a treasure."

That look was seven points gentle and three points careless, she was willing to dig out a man's heart.

Feng Lidao stared blankly, and laughed and asked: "Where is the treasure that the girl dreams of? When Xiaosheng becomes rich, he will bring gold to marry the girl."

He spoke freely until a soft sword wrapped around his neck.

The soft sword was very soft, like satin, gently brushing against the rolling Adam's apple.

Feng Lidao froze his body, raised his hand and laughed: "Miss, calm down."

Wu Qun smiled softly, her voice was shy and soft: "I'm not angry."

She looked into the man's cautious eyes and said, "I just want you to help me get the gold back."

The sky gradually dimmed.

Quietly in the inn, the brocade robe of dark feathers brushed gently over the steps, and the beauty with her head bowed was walking up with a candlestick in her hand.

The factory guards down below couldn't bear their greed, so they roasted a leg of lamb in the lobby to eat.

The man called the Lord sat by the window, drinking strong wine quietly.

He seems to like looking at the wind and sand, maybe what he sees is not the wind and sand, but the white bones in the desert.

Wu Qun bent her eyes, and gently inserted the flowers into the bottle on the table.

There was a lot of wind and sand at the border, and many flowers and plants could not survive, but this Yimihua was an exception.

The petals are delicate, and they are even more pleasing when they meet water.

The white fingertips fiddled with the flower branches lightly, and did not stop until the squares were in order.

It's also harmonious for them to drink and enjoy flowers together.

Until there was a scream from below.

The short factory guard opened his mouth, but blood gushed from his throat.

"This meat is poisonous..."

He died before finishing his sentence.

The man who ate the leg of lamb quickly stretched out his hand to scratch his throat, hoping to dig out the poisonous meat.

Wu Qun's fingertips trembled slightly, and she saw the man sitting by the window turn around.

He has a loose posture, and his appearance reflects the yellow sand outside the building, showing a kind of lonely and frivolous.

"Did you take the medicine?"

The man chuckled, and his low and lazy voice slowly slid past his ears.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes slightly.

Those golden and blue pupils were curved, shy and playful, and her voice was also smiling, softly scratching at people's hearts:

"I don't like them."

She was obviously such a weak and shy girl, but she was merciless in killing people.

Those crescent-like pupils were slightly misty, making people want to kiss her.

Yuhuatian waved slightly:

"come over."

His eyes were half a smile but not a smile, and the dark blue flying fish and gold pattern against the pale and cold fingertips looked really pretty.

Wu Qun was not afraid.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and walked in front of him, kneeling gently on the ground.

The crow's feather-like blue silk was softly scattered on the man's legs, and slowly slid down along the flowing pattern of flying fish.

She lay on his lap so quietly, softly like a shy dodder.

Yu Huatian lowered his eyes lightly, and slowly stroked his satin-like hair with his bi-color fingers.

His fingertips were cold, and Wu Qun squinted her eyes like a cat and rubbed them lightly.

"You don't blame me?"

she asked suddenly.

The voice was soft and careless.

Yuhuatian chuckled softly: "You don't like others talking about you?"

Xu Shi felt comfortable being touched, the crescent-like eyes of the beauty who was leaning sideways bent, and the golden streamer flashed away.

"They talk so nasty."

she said softly.

The fingertips of the young man in black cranes paused, and he touched the wet corners of his eyes lightly with his slightly cool fingertips, his eyes were deep and gentle:

"It's not an example."

He bent his finger and wanted to withdraw it, but was lightly bitten by the Persian cat.

The sharp canine teeth rubbed lightly on the thin calluses of the fingertips, like a small animal.

Wu Qun raised her eyelashes like a small fan, and looked at him softly: "What if there is a next time?"

Yu Huatian closed his eyes slightly, his eyes gradually darkened, and his tone was slightly smiling:

"It's up to you, too."

Outside the door, Ma Jinliang's hand that was about to knock on the door paused.