[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

There is also an inn in the desert going west out of the town.

Feng Li Dao came from that inn.

He has been in this desert for a long time, so he naturally knows something that others don't.

There used to be a prosperous ancient country under this endless yellow sand. Even if a country is finally destroyed, there will always be something left behind.This treasure sounds like a legend, but everyone is thinking about it.

In order to prevent more people from discovering this secret, he deliberately came from the desert to pretend to be a wizard, delaying the time for the caravan to enter the desert, but unexpectedly met a cat.

Feng Lidao thought of the beauty with different pupils in the secret room yesterday, with sly eyes.

After the black sandstorm, a cyan figure gradually disappeared in the small town.

Ma Jinliang got up early to feed the horses in the stable.

It's not that no one will do these things, he just doesn't feel relieved.

Just as there is poison in the leg of lamb, there can be poison in the food of the horse.

He stuffed the grain and grass in his hand into the stable, and took it back after the horse finished chewing.

He was born terrifying, his one-eyed eyes slightly squinted, and he looked vicious.

The girl wrapped in brocade and dark veil shrank back, holding a token in her hand, her slender and white knuckles were lightly clasped on the black token, even the weak and green veins were faintly visible.

It was a very shy beauty, quiet and soft.

Ma Jinliang lowered his head to avoid it and was about to leave, but the girl asked softly: "You seem to hate me?"

Her voice was low, but not inaudible.

The man who was about to leave paused, and said in a cold voice, "Girl, you're worrying too much."

The beauty was standing by the door, and he couldn't get in if she didn't give way.

Wu Qun slightly turned her face away, seeming a bit self-willed: "You don't have to be wary of me, we won't be able to see you anymore."

She turned her face sideways, and the black gauze wrapped in it slowly slid down along the pearls around her ears, revealing her snow-white chin.

That small chin is very beautiful, slightly tilted up in the sun, making people want to hold it and play with it.

Ma Jinliang lowered his head and did not speak.

He was a very hearty dog, and a man like him always knew what to say and what not to say.

But when the snow-white and frail beauty comes into view at first glance, it is inevitable that people will be shaken.

Wu Qun slightly turned her head to look at him, but the man kept his head down, and couldn't help being a little angry: "Are you blind?"

Her voice was soft and shy, and even when she said such rude words, she could not get angry.

Ma Jinliang's fingertips trembled, and he said lightly: "I am indeed blind."

One of his eyes was covered with a blue cloth, and he could not see clearly in the other eye.

The sun in this town is very strong, and the horses in the stable are also hot and hot, raising their heads and neighing non-stop.

The beauty in the light feather robe slowly turned around.

She looked curiously at the man who kept his head down all the time.

Ma Jinliang closed his eyes slightly, and saw that she had squatted down.

The black veil slipped down the snow-white face, softly dazzling under the light.

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly raised her head, looking up at the man's remaining eyes.

"My eyes are not good-looking, are we the same?"

Her voice was too gentle, like the dew of Liusi from the south of the Yangtze River gently brushing over the man's heart.

Ma Jinliang's hand in the cuff clenched tighter.

He saw the beauty's face, and also saw her cat-like eyes.

The golden blue water pupils are soft, like a crescent moon in the desert, or like a knife light inlaid with gems.

Just such a pair of eyes is better than a thousand colors in the world.

Ma Jin's conscience suddenly beat fast, his hand hidden in his cuff was tightly clenched, and then suddenly loosened.

Wu Qun looked at him quietly, like a soft little animal.

The man closed his eyes slightly and slowly removed the blue cloth covering his eyes. The broken eye couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when it suddenly saw the light.

He didn't speak, until the soft and cool fingertips gently brushed the old marks at the corners of his eyes, then he said in a hoarse voice:

"Ugly."

That eye was indeed ugly.

Wu Qun was not afraid, she just bent her eyes and smiled softly:

"Not as good-looking as mine."

Ma Jinliang also laughed.

He has laughed many times, and his ferocious face is mostly flattering or sneering, but rarely is it so gentle.

He paused with his fingertips, and reached out to touch those beautiful eyes, but his hands were in vain.

Wu Qun bent her eyes to avoid the bloody hand.

The satin-like black hair ran across the snow-white face, and the swaying lips looked like roses in the desert.

She looked at him and shook her head slightly: "I don't like people touching me."

She raised her head like a noble Persian cat. Ma Jinliang once saw the treasure presented by a foreign country in the bedroom of Concubine Wan Gui, and her golden blue eyes scratched softly.

He lowered his head and slowly withdrew his hand.

The injured eye was tied again.

The man's lips were very thin, dry and peeled, and his expression was still stern, but Wu Qun knew that his heart had softened.

Once a person is soft-hearted, it will hurt more when a knife is inserted.

The beauty in the soft feather brocade robe slowly got up, and when she walked to the door, she suddenly turned around and threw the token in her hand.

She didn't want anyone to catch her, so the man naturally didn't catch her.

The exquisite token fell to the ground full of yellow sand.

Just as Ma Jinliang was about to pick it up, the beauty said softly, "The guest upstairs gave it to you."

When she said this, there was a hint of a smile in her voice: "The guest told you to take a team and go into the desert to find out the truth when the black wind blows tomorrow."

The beauty in the feather skirt looked back at him quietly, with sweet indifference in her eyes.

At this time, entering the desert is mostly three parts of life and seven parts of bones. I don't know how many people have died under the yellow sand.

Ma Jinliang lowered his eyes and slowly picked up the token, but suddenly thought of her leaning against the door and telling him:

'You don't have to be wary of me, we won't see each other in the future. '

There was a trace of gentle malice in that tone, softly entangled in the man's heart.

got windy.

The feather woven dark gauze lightly crossed the rough threshold, Ma Jinliang looked at the leaving figure, and slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

The sky is full of yellow sand outside, and the inn is also a little dark.

Wu Qun lit a candlestick and took a pot of tea from the kitchen to boil gently.

The fragrance of tea is clear, and there is a lingering fragrance in the inn.

The beauty in brocade clothes lowered her head and sniffed lightly, her slender and snow-white neck bent slightly, which was even more moving than this candle.

The young man in a black crane slapped his green finger with his left hand, his eyes half-closed, and he seemed a bit cold for no reason.

She makes tea very meticulously.

Nodding her head and falling into the water is like a painting, such a weak girl is rare even in Jiangnan.

The tea was ready, Wu Qun bent her eyes, and handed the cup with green bamboo patterns to the young man leaning on the threshold.

Yuhuatian didn't drink it.

He just leaned his head lazily against the door, the teacup was scratched by his fingers, and even the green bamboo pattern on the corner was bumped.

The slender, soft and cold fingers moved gently.

Absolutely beautiful.

Wu Qun tilted her head and watched, the temperature in the desert cooled down at night, and the tea, which was still boiling hot, was now cool.

The man in the flying fish suit turned his head slightly, the dark blue and gold patterns on his sleeves were inexplicably cold.

Wu Qun looked slightly startled, and gently opened her fingers, allowing him to pour tea on her hands.

The water is warm and comfortable, she looked up at the lonely man, and said with a smile:

"Clean?"

Yuhuatian shook his head: "It's not clean."

When he said this, his voice was a little cold, and there was a layer of chill in his lazy tone.

Wu Qun blinked, watching him pick up the teapot on the table and slowly fall down.

The warm water slid over the fingertips, making it itchy.

The beauty with different pupils bent her eyes and laughed.

Under the candlelight, those golden blue water pupils were so soft that one's heart melted.

"I didn't let him touch me."

she said softly.

Yuhuatian paused for a moment with the hand holding the teapot, then smiled casually:

"But you touched him."

He held the snow-white and slender fingers and washed them one by one until the frail and transparent hands were slightly red.

"pain."

Wu Qun withdrew her hands, and the green veins floating on the back of her hands were somewhat ambiguous.

The water in the teapot finally ran out, and the fragrance of tea spread in the room.

The man with a cold and lazy side face lightly took the beauty's finger and sniffed it, and said with emotion in his tone, "It smells so good."

Her fingertips were filled with the scent of tea, making them softer and more charming.

The room was so quiet that it seemed that even the sound of wind and sand could not be heard clearly.

Wu Qun looked at Yu Huatian and slightly bent her lips:

"Did you say he was going to die?"

Her tone was innocent and soft, but there was only curiosity in those cat eyes.

Yu Huatian half-closed his eyes and sighed slightly, the dark pattern of flying fish reflected on Jasper's cuffs made people's heart tremble:

"Maybe will."

He said lightly.

The words were ambiguous, the beautiful woman in brocade clothes trembled her long eyelashes, her golden and blue pupils bent into crescent moons, soft and innocent:

"you do this delibrately?"

Yuhuatian laughed lightly.

He didn't answer the question, but just gave her a box from his cuff.

The box is very delicate, with sandalwood and cloud flowers, and it smells fragrant.

Wu Qun glanced at him and opened it gently, and there were actually two pearls of excellent quality in the box.

The pearl is moist and looks very cute.

There is no woman who doesn't like fancy clothes and jewelry, Wu Qun bent her eyes, and gently picked it up and played with her fingertips.

"do you like it?"

Yuhuatian asked lightly.

The beauty with different pupils nodded, her black hair like feathers was lightly draped over her shoulders, it was clear that she did not wear makeup, but she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Yu Huatian's eyes paused slightly, he took a look at the delicate white earballs, and suddenly said: "Come here."

Wu Qun didn't know why, but saw him pull out a golden thread from the brocade robe.

The bright pearl was pierced by internal force, and the gold thread slid through the small hole, slowly condensing into a curved hook.

The pearls that could only be played with at first have now become earrings.

Wu Qun's eyes lit up, she was extremely happy.

The young factory supervisor in the dark green flying fish suit leaned over slightly, his lonely face was cold and unkind.

But his movements are very gentle.

The slightly cool fingertips brushed the earballs lightly, Wu Qun quietly lowered her eyebrows, and a layer of pink slowly floated on the delicate white neck.

Her shy look with her eyes closed is extremely beautiful, like a weak narcissus.

Yuhuatian chuckled, and slowly raised the beauty's jaw.

The snow-colored pearls reflect the crow's feathers and black hair, which is more and more moving.

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

The pair of golden and blue pupils only reflected one figure.

She looked at the misty eyes of the man, looking soft and shy.

Yu Huatian's eyes gradually darkened, and he slowly lowered his head and kissed the cat pupil:

"it's beautiful."