[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty map

There is a little more noise in the desert at night. Compared with the silence of the day, this kind of noise makes people more like it.

Qing Zhi stood in the room, facing the direction of the bonfire, the beauty leaned against the window, the fire light passed through the tulle, leaving a flickering shadow, like a dream that would shatter at any time.

She looked at the bustle over there, the dimness between her eyes, fragile and exquisite, like a delicate beauty who was shelved, admiring herself alone, making people feel pitiful.

But Wuhua felt that she seemed to be thinking of someone, and even her usually cold face became unusually gentle. He had seen this kind of expression on many emotional women.

Beauty is like water, soft when moved by love, and frozen when cold by love.

Wu Hua casually guessed that maybe it was the man in white that he had seen last time, after all birds of a feather flock together, blind people might like blind people more, don't they?

He laughed lowly, softly and mockingly.

The sudden sound in the room made Qing Zhi's expression slightly restrained, and she turned around and smiled after a while.

"Master Wuhua, why are you here?"

Only then did Wu Hua see that the beauty was holding a flowerpot in her hand, white porcelain and black soil, the woman's catkins became whiter and more delicate.

He smiled slightly and approached the beauty, the distance was shortened and the air was alienated, which also gave rise to a sense of crisis for no reason. "Seeing that your room was not lit, I came in directly, not wanting to disturb the girl's cleanliness."

Qing Zhi lowered her eyes, sideways avoided Wu Hua's approach, turned around and put the flower pot on the table, and said with a smile: "Master is kind, but why waste candlelight if you're just a blind man."

Wuhua laughed, looked at the side face of the beauty, and said in a low voice: "You are different from ordinary people, so why belittle yourself."

Qing Zhi lit the candle on the table, and as the dim light illuminated the room, the figure of the beauty gradually became clear under the flickering shadow of the lamp.The beauty said softly: "The red powder is just a skeleton. After taking off the skin, all living beings are the same. This is a Buddhist theory. Why did the master make a fool of himself?"

Wuhua smiled, her downcast eyes carelessly swayed over Su's hand. "I am a mortal in the world, how can I escape the appearance of all living beings."

The wine shop was dilapidated, and the candlesticks were also old-fashioned oil lamps. Perhaps because of her blindness, the woman's movements were a little rusty, and she almost splashed the oil lamp on her palm when she fiddled with the wick.

Wuhua subconsciously grasped the touch of tender whiteness, and said softly: "Such small things are not necessary, if they hurt you, they will not be beautiful."

Qing Zhi paused slightly, lowered her eyes and said, "Master thinks, what is a big deal."

The flowerless fingertips moved slightly, and the soft wrist seemed to be broken in the palm of the hand with a slight fold.His unconscious caress was like a low-pitched hint, which made people suspicious and ambiguous, and also doubted his own paranoia.

Qing Zhi glanced sideways, looking in the direction of Wu Hua, and said in a light tone, "Master Wu Hua?"

Wuhua smiled, pinched the beauty's palm and exerted a little force, pulling the fragile beauty closer to her face.He leaned close to the tip of the beauty's ear and said softly, "For example, why did you come to the desert?"

The ambiguous distance is mixed with dangerous doubts.

Wu Hua is a suspicious person, he doesn't believe in coincidences, nor in God's will, he only believes in calculations.After all, he is a man of calculations, so the moment Qing Zhi appeared, he thought of a lot, the blind man, the drunk man opposite, and Chu Liuxiang who made him 'die'.

The beauties are gentle, the sword is hidden in the softness, and there are countless heroes under the sword.

As the son of Shi Guanyin, what Wuhua understands most is the words of Ruanxiang, Hero Tomb.Although the beauty in front of him was not like his mother, there was no doubt about her face that could kill a hero.

Qing Zhi's eyes moved, and she smiled softly, "Master, it seems something is different."

Wuhua looked at the beauty's calm face with interest, and brushed her fingertips over her soft face, as if she was experiencing the softness that ordinary people can't match.

"Beauty is smart, it's hard for ordinary people, but being stupid can sometimes make you live longer."

The distance between the two is so close that Qing Zhi can even smell the faint sandalwood on Wu Hua's body, with a sense of Buddhist Zen.His face is noble and pure, and he looks at you with a gentle smile, like the most sincere disciple of the Buddha, with a light smile and soft words, enlightening the world.

But Qingzhi knew that he was never a disciple of Buddha, just a mortal disguised in a Buddha's clothes, with a heart for the mortal world and deep desires.What comes out of the mouth is not a lotus flower, but a blade from hell, sharp and piercing.

"Where's the man in white who swims with you in the West Lake?" Wu Hua asked with a chuckle.

Qing Zhi drooped her eyes and said lightly: "Of course they parted ways."

"How could he be willing to part with a beauty like you." Wuhua raised her chin, and their faces seemed to be closer.

Qing Zhi's face was cold, and she said mockingly: "For a blind man, beauty doesn't mean anything."

Wuhua seemed to be pleased by her words, and her smile became more real.Looking at Qing Zhi with some regret, he said, "If it were me, I would definitely not want to leave you alone."

"I'm not willing to let you come to this desert."

"Why?" Qing Zhi turned her head following Wu Hua's voice, her breath like blue.

Wuhua could feel her breath brushing against his chin, with gentle warmth, across the skin, a little itchy.He can be sure that as long as he tilts his head slightly, he can smell the fragrance from the beauty's lips.

"...Because of reluctance, let the beauty be buried in the yellow sand."

Wu Hua smiled, looked at the face of the beauty who was close at hand, and said in a low voice, "Are you tempting me?"

"Maybe, I just want you to be gentle." The beauty was in his ear, breathing like blue, with a beautiful smile, no flowers could deny that he was a little moved.

Wuhua hugged the beauty's waist with slightly dark eyes, slender and soft, making people tighten involuntarily, he smiled and said, "How gentle do you want me to be?"

Qing Zhi's fingertips followed his arm and grasped his Youyi's palm, and said softly: "For example, lightly."

Wuhua felt a blade as thin as a cicada's wing but cold to the bone sticking to his wrist. He could believe that if his wrist was cut by such a blade, no matter how good the medicine powder would be, he would have to keep it for a long time.

But he smiled softly, but didn't stop, but hugged the beauty even tighter, the blade was forced to squeeze, cut his skin open, and a bright liquid flowed out.

The red color slowly spread along the beauty's plain skirt and his wrist, like a Buddha hiding a beauty in his arms, but being bound by vines in the world of mortals, forming a taboo picture.

"If it's lighter, you won't know the pain anymore." Wu Hua said with dark eyes.

Although his voice was very gentle, his actions were extremely fierce like revenge. Qing Zhi almost suspected that he wanted to cut off her waist, and her already fair skin became a little whiter.

Qing Zhi reluctantly hooked her lips, and firmly grabbed Wu Hua's arms, "Master, do you want my life?"

Wuhua smiled slightly: "How could I be willing to take your life?"

It is a pity that beauty is so rare, and it will disappear before it is tasted.

Qing Zhi felt that the strength on her waist was slightly relaxed, she closed her eyes, and her breathing trembled slightly.

After a while, Qing Zhi opened her eyes and said slowly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Since I don't want to give up the beauty to bury the yellow sand." Wuhua sighed and caressed Qingzhi's face, seeming to have pity: "There must be someone to replace it, are you right?"

When Wuhua returned to the room, Changsun Hong was already leaning on the bed, her pair of jade feet were white and tender, her figure was enchanting and twisted into an unbelievable arc, coupled with her charming face, if she was a fledgling young swordsman, she might have died under her whip.

But Wuhua is her husband, so the savage whip turns into a woman's soft fingers, hooking the man and lying under her body.

Chang Sunhong pressed against Wuhua, smiled and said: "My husband asked me to go back to report to my mother, but I met the beautiful woman late at night. If I didn't come back early, I'm afraid I still don't know what my husband is thinking."

Wu Hua smiled slightly, and held her fingertips, "Is Hong'er jealous?"

Chang Sunhong snorted shyly, ticked his palm with her fingertips, and said with a smile: "If I'm jealous, will my husband kill her for me?"

Wuhua smiled and said, "Of course not."

Changsun Hong's eyes were dim, covering the deep ruthlessness, and she curled her lips and said, "Husband, are you reluctant?"

After saying that, he turned over and lifted his whip, and snorted coldly, "Then I can't keep this little bitch even more."

In front of Wuhua, Chang Sunhong never concealed her jealousy. Although she knew very well that there were many women outside Wuhua, she was approved by Shi Guanyin. Wuhua is a serious wife. It's just a toy.

Wuhua laughed, and hugged Changsun Hong into her arms, "Hong'er has to change her temper, if you really let you kill her, wouldn't it ruin my big business."

Changsun Hong leaned in his arms, and said coquettishly: "This is the temper of my family, don't you understand?"

Wu Hua said in a low voice, "But I just like Hong'er's temper."

Chang Sunhong smiled sweetly, turned her eyes, and asked again: "What does my husband want that little beauty to do?" She tapped her flowerless chest with her fingertips painted in red Koudan, raised her eyebrows and said, "Isn't it for the sake of you?" Save her life and deceive the servants, right?"

Wu Hua said softly, "Why is Hong'er so unconfident in herself?"

Chang Sunhong snorted, thinking of the face that even she stared at today, a cat seemed to be scratching her heart.

"Doesn't your husband like her?"

Wu Hua's eyes moved slightly, but she said with a smile on her lips: "The beauties in the world are naturally not as good as Hong'er."

The eldest grandson's cheeks were red, and her beautiful face became more and more beautiful.

"Hmph, even if you say that, I still need to know, what are you keeping her for?" Zhang Sunhong loves Wuhua very much, and she also believes that Wuhua loves her, but the love of a man is the easiest to change in this world. Not to mention, is there still not enough men seduced by her master Shi Guanyin?

It can be seen from this that as long as there is a good skin, a man is just a dog biting his flesh and bones, and he will come when he beckons.

Seeing her persistence, Wu Hua sighed with a light smile: "You also know, this time I came back, I made a deal with Golden Wind and Rain Building."

But now that we have arrived at the place, whether the deal will go through or not depends on the host.

So how to solve Baichoufei has become a problem.

Wuhua smiled and said: "Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by the beauty pass."

Chang Sunhong smiled knowingly, and said with a pair of winking eyes, "But didn't you plan to bring Bai Choufei to mother?"

Wu Hua smiled, held Chang Sun Hong's waist, and stroked her waist suggestively.

"After all, you are Su Mengzhen's person, so you always have to leave some bottom line."

Changsun Hong leaned on his arms softly like an obedient person, with spring in her eyes, she said: "Then, doesn't your husband have the slightest thought for that little beauty?"

Wu Hua gently hooked her lips, "The night is long, does Hong'er really want to discuss this with me?"

Chang Sunhong smiled shyly, hooked his neck, and said nothing.

The dark night is long, and the mind is floating.

Wuhua hooked the waist of the person below her, but she thought absently of the unbelievably soft touch before.

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