[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

I have been in Emei for five years.

This means that Zhang Wuji has learned medical skills in Butterfly Valley, sent Yang Buhui's little friend to her father Yang Xiao, and was played with by the beautiful girl Zhu Jiuzhen in Hongmei Villa, and fell off the cliff to learn the Nine Suns Scripture. And he went out of the valley and met the little cousin Zhuer.

Next, we, Emei, sent horses to take Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er to the Guangming Peak, and achieve his position as the leader of Mingjiao.

The big plot is about to start, I am a little excited, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

After climbing to the Bright Summit, if Extinction makes me fight Zhang Wuji, should I stab Zhang Wuji according to the plot?

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice that there was another person in the room.

It wasn't until a cold hand touched my face that I screamed, "Who?"

"It's me." The man's voice sounded, not unfamiliar.

His cold hands touched my face, and moved down, the movement was slow, and there was a lingering taste.

I immediately slapped him away: "Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you not to come?"

It's the man who pinched my ass.

He often comes in the dead of night, sometimes he brings me delicious food, sometimes he brings me fun things, as if he is chasing me.

I believe he is sincere in pursuing me, after all I am so beautiful.

But I confiscated his stuff.

"I'm cold." After the man said, he threw off my quilt and squeezed into my bed.

In a hurry, I raised my foot and kicked him: "Get off!"

I admit he was nice to me.When I was injured, he often used internal force to dredge my tendons.

That's why I was so hard-pressed, no matter how hard Extinction abused me, I could get up the next day, because he helped me.

But it wasn't enough for me to dedicate myself.

"Just let me hug me for a while." The man stretched out his arms, hugged me in his arms, and knocked his chin on my forehead, hugging me tightly.

I felt the chill coming from his body and shivered from the cold: "Hey, you hugged the wrong person. I am a woman and my body is cold. If you are cold, you should hug a man, especially the pure girl in the temple. Monk Yuan."

Then I heard him take a breath.

Then I felt my ass being grabbed.

"Little girl, be honest, or you will be punished."

A man's hoarse voice sounded above my head.

When my scalp exploded, my whole body felt bad.

Good Su, does it look like a male pig's feet?

Could it be that Zhang Wuji is not a male pig's feet, but he is?

I have long felt that this plot is unreliable, maybe it is a fan fiction!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help reaching out and touching his chest.

His arms are broad and his muscles are tight.I kicked my legs again and just stepped on his calf.

Thinking about the current posture, I couldn't help feeling that he was really tall.

I wanted to pull my hand down to inspect the goods, but he grabbed me: "Little girl, you are dishonest."

I silently withdrew my hand and curled it against my chest.

Strange to say, every time he appeared at night, especially when there were no stars or moon, I never saw his face clearly once.

Is he too ugly to see people?

However, men, it’s the same when the lights are turned off, as long as they live well.

If he's rich and powerful and has a good job, it's fine to hang out with him for a while, I thought.

When I crossed over, I was 15 years old.I have been in Emei for five years, and I am now in my twenties.

This is a thoughtful age.

"What are you thinking about?" The man's voice was not so cold, probably because he had warmed up.

I asked truthfully, "How old are you?"

"How old do you think I am?" The man didn't answer directly, but asked me instead.

I thought about it and said, "30 years old?"

He smiled lowly: "20 years ago, I was 30 years old."

I froze for a moment, then almost jumped up: "What did you say?"

20 years ago, he was 30 years old?So he's 50 now?

I've been molested by a dead old man?

The feeling of nausea surged out of my stomach, and I couldn't suppress it. I threw myself desperately, trying to get up from his arms.

He couldn't stand being tormented by me, and his tone became displeased: "What's the matter? There is a disciple of your Emei Sect named Ji Xiaofu, who got in touch with our Mingjiao's Zuo envoy, and didn't dislike him for being old. baby?"

My heart skipped a beat: "Are you from Mingjiao?"

50 years old, a member of Mingjiao——

It's even more disgusting!

Apart from Yang Xiao, who else in Mingjiao can read it?

No wonder he has been refusing to face me, he is an ugly bastard!

It's okay to be ugly, it's still old!

"Don't worry about it, I know you're in love with me, otherwise I wouldn't let me get into your bed." The man didn't care, he imprisoned me in his arms again, and laughed softly, "Just like Ji Xiao Fu, at first she was a more chaste and strong woman than you, but later she gave birth to Yang Xiao's child? The name is Yang Buhui."

He co-authored him to see that Yang Xiao had a wife (although dead) and children, so he did it like a gourd?

I gave a "bah" sound: "When Yang Xiao and Ji Xiaofu were together, they were only middle-aged!"

"You think I'm old?" The man's voice sank immediately.

I felt a chill, and I didn't dare to move.

Although my martial arts is inferior to that of the Emei sect, it is still far from this man.

I didn't dare to struggle anymore, for fear that he would go crazy.

The nose was pressed against his chest, and I felt the tight and wide muscles, and my heart was tangled.

He doesn't feel like a 50-year-old man.

"Then, if I give birth to a child for you, will it be called Zhang Buhui or Li Buhui?"

I asked softly, trying to identify him.

Mingjiao is 50 years old, and his martial arts are so good, I can count them.

He gave a low laugh and pinched my butt again: "I haven't practiced well recently, so I can't have you. Be honest and let me hug you for a while."

Cleverly avoids my question.

And I'm not angry.

His voice is so nice!

Low-pitched, magnetic, and thick, it is definitely the standard for male pigs!

But why is he 50 years old?That's not how young and old love works!

Unconvinced, I stretched out my hand to break his face: "You show me what you look like. I don't want to sleep with someone all night without knowing what the other person looks like."

He didn't refuse, so I picked up his head and moved it out of the edge of the bed, facing the direction of the window.

Moonlight fell through the window and shone on his face.

Fair skin, straight eyebrows, narrow eyes, high nose bridge, and firm chin.

"Are you really 50 years old???" I said in shock.

This is clearly a handsome and evil guy in his early 30s!

"I practice the art of retaining the face." Seeing that I saw clearly, he hugged me and rolled into the bed, hugged my shoulders, and stroked my back again and again.

Still in disbelief, I reached out to touch his face again.A little dry, but not harsh or flabby.

This is not the face of a 50-year-old man.

I'm at a loss.

I am a color control.After seeing his face, I couldn't help but think - maybe he was teasing me?He must not be 50 years old.

He stroked my back with his hand, like stroking a kitten.The rhythm was very good, once and for all, I was so comfortable that I didn't want to move, and fell asleep without knowing it.

When I woke up the next day, he was gone.

I looked at the messy bed and felt a little headache.

"Zhiruo, we're on our way, hurry up." Bei Jinyi called me from outside.

"Come on." I shook off my messy thoughts, quickly washed up, picked up my luggage, and went out.

The master took all the disciples who could be brought along, and walked all the way to the direction of Guangmingding.

Along the way, anyone who came across members of the Ming Cult would be severely beaten and killed.

Juejue hated the Mingjiao to the bone, not to mention anything else, but her beloved Ji Xiaofu, who fell into Yang Xiao's hands and gave birth to a daughter for him.He would rather die by himself than kill Yang Xiao.I hate extinction!

When we were approaching the Bright Summit, we restrained ourselves and spread out, traveling in batches.

Since the Ming Cult is to be wiped out, of course we can't startle the snakes.

Bei Jinyi and I walked together and sat down to rest when we reached a stream.

"Let me get some water." The bamboo tube was empty, and I stood up looking at the clear stream.

Did not look around.

Along the way, I was thinking about the plot, and every time I went to the river to fetch water, I would look around to see if I ran into Zhang Wuji.However, I haven't encountered it until now, so I slack off.

Roll up your sleeves, pin the hem of the skirt to your waist, and walk down.

However, Bei Jinyi said with emotion: "The wife is so ugly, but the husband will never leave her. It's really touching."

Ok?

I turned my head and saw two people sitting in the grass not far away.The woman was dressed in black, her long hair was disheveled, and half of her face was smeared with black.Beside her, squatting a man, dressed in rags, but very attentive, wiped the wild fruit in his hand and handed it to the woman.

My eyes widened suddenly, Zhang Wuji and Spider?

I saw that although half of the woman's face was disfigured, her figure was really not comparable to that of ordinary people. She was slim and coquettish, definitely the configuration of a heavyweight female partner.

And that man was tall and strong, although his face was gray, he was handsome.

Definitely Zhang Wuji and Spider.

I looked down at myself, the sleeves rolled up rudely, the skirt savagely pinned to the waist...

I hope Zhang Wuji didn't find me.

If you didn't see me, I would still be that pretty and demure little girl by the Hanshui River.

"Zhiruo!" A surprised voice sounded.

I turned my head, pretended not to hear, and went down to fetch water.

When I walked up, Zhang Wuji was already waiting for me on the shore. He even offered to give me a hand. His face was full of excitement: "Long time no see, you have grown up."

I……

I looked down at my chest, and I really grew up.

But when I looked up, I found that his face was red.

Doesn't he mean what I think?

"Your face is dirty." He quickly adjusted his expression, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped my face.

I noticed that the handkerchief was very familiar, my face changed slightly, and I turned my face away: "You just use the snot-twisting handkerchief to wipe my face?"

He froze for a moment, then his expression changed slightly.

It was that expression again, as if something was unfolding, quiet, slow, and unstoppable.

Especially nice.

It made his gray face look extraordinarily handsome.

"I haven't twisted my nose." He said softly, his eyes sparkling.