MTL - The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful-Chapter 69 Dust free

After half a mile, Yuan Ruyi walked out from the hall of Xu Xing.

Her eyes were reddish and stunned. She was forcibly awakened when she first started dreaming. She seemed to wake up, but the suction of her dream made her faint and wanted to re-enter.

She could hear that Xu Xingzhi had tried to say the most euphemistic words of rejection.

But what about it?

When she returned to the temple of Guangfu where she lived, Guangfu Jun took the main hall and saw her and said: "If you come, let me come."

Guangfujun always has strict requirements for the disciples' grooming. Yuan Ruru has already arranged in front of San Zhaojing before entering the temple. It is confirmed that the red eyes of the eyes and the eyes have disappeared, and she dared to come in.

Guangfu Jun did not see any clues. After this command, he turned and went to the main hall.

Yuan Ruyi Li Liyun sleeves, just want to go forward, suddenly handed out a handkerchief folded from the side of the square: "Yuan Shijie."

When Yuan Ruyi looked up, he saw Xu Pingsheng, who was working on flowers and plants outside the hall, holding a net, and said to her nervously: "If the son is not enough, I still have it here."

She just tried her best and thought that she had sorted out the grooming enough. Who would want to be seen at first glance, but I don’t know how to laugh: "...Do you know that I cried?"

Xu Pingsheng: "I can see it."

These four words are as heavy as a lead block on his tongue. In order to make these four words clear, he is a hot sweat.

Yuan Ruyi took his handkerchief: "Thank you."

When she handed the handkerchief to Yuanru, Xu Pingsheng met her fingertips.

The skin was cold and snowy, but soon, the place she touched was like being smashed by the fire of the original.

Xu Pingsheng was quickly burned out and released his hand, but he immediately regretted it.

Yuan Ruzhen saw his eyebrows, and somehow, he saw some shadows of Xu Xingzhi from inside.

She quickly dismissed her eyes, her eyes were a bit sour, but the surface was dripping.

Yuan Ruqi clenched his handkerchief and whispered softly: "I will use it for a while. When I go back, I will wash the handkerchief and return it to you."

Xu Pingsheng wants to say that you are good to keep, but when you say it, it is simplified into a well-regulated "good" word.

Seeing Yuan Ruyi turned to go, Xu Pingsheng chased a few steps: "Sister, there is a poetry tea party on the disciples' temple tonight, you... can you come?"

The disciple's house is bordered by a mountain stream and a peach forest. Every spring, the peach blossoms are in full bloom. The disciples often hold poetry and tea parties in the Taolin in the stream. They are dancing and dancing, and they are happy and happy.

Yuan Ruyi is trying to find a place where he can enjoy the song and indulge, then nodded and promised: "Well, I will go."

After that, she stepped toward the main hall.

Xu Pingsheng stood in the same place, both the tears that hurt her somehow, and the slight trepidation because of the touch of the cockroach.

When he started trimming the flower branches again, he never used the left hand that was touched by Yuan Ruo.

Because of the need to deal with the ratio of the list, Xu Xingzhi was very busy there, and even the invitations of the poetry and tea party delivered by the disciples were left idle.

Busy to the sun, he still did not receive a reply from Meng Zhongguang.

Although after Yuan Ruyi left, Xu Xingzhi quickly sent a letter to Meng Zhongguang to explain, but the three letters were as deep as the sea.

As a last resort, Xu Xingzhi handed a spiritual letter to the Fengling disciple who accompanied Meng Zhongguang.

Without a fragrant work, he received a reply: "Senior brother, Meng brothers have a bad temper in these days. Today is even more moody. They fell and beat in the room, saying that they should trace the ghoul’s nest. Where, no one ten days and a half will never return to Fengling."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Is it away from home?

OK, wait.

The ratio of the list of days is about five days later. When the schedule is officially launched, things are not so much. He went to Nanshan to take back this little thing.

Thinking like this, Xu Xingzhi’s heart did not have a few quick points. After soaking up the small half-hour hot spring, he took the jug and planned to go to the Qingzhu Temple to find Master’s drinking.

Who wants him to meet Guangfujun outside the dark bamboo temple that is already dark.

Bamboo incense invaded, loose shadows, everything in front of the eyes should be the spring day, but Guangfu Jun is a face of darkness and darkness, standing alone in front of the temple.

There were no disciples guarding the door of the temple. Xu Xingzhi sniffed an unusual taste from him. Just wanted to go forward and ask Guangfujun, and he heard a strange noise coming from the closed temple door.

"Well - hey, hey~"

The sound is a little bit painful, but more is the trembling and joy of the bones, such as the cloud and the moon, such as fish and water.

Although Xu Xingzhi has not been personnel, how can he not understand what it is.

Qing Jingjun’s voice is unique, soft and crisp, and it’s so low that it’s so low.

But this voice simply made Guangfujun, who was at the door, sit restless, seeing Xu Xingzhi coming. He changed his color first, and put a few hands on him, indicating that he would leave soon, but he changed his mind and thought again. Changed my mind and waved him to come over.

Xu Xingzhi actually wants to go faster, but he has to go against the Guangfu Jun. He has to go through the scalp: "Uncle Shi. Master, is he still drunk?"

"Who knows?" Guangfu Jun had a black face, and the edge of a bamboo slip held in his hand had been pinched out by him. There are several sharp cracks. "I am here to find your master, there is something to do." But he actually..."

How can the people who are harsh and self-sufficient, such as Guangfujun, easily say the word "self-deprecating", and he can bear his face: "You... you go in and look at it."

Xu Xingzhi is not: "Uncle Shi, you dare not enter, pull me to do this back, is it appropriate? Besides, if I see Master... then, in the future, Master will have a face."

What Guangfu Jun was trying to say, and there was a scream of sorghum in the tight threshold: "Ah... ah! Light, light!"

Guangfujun’s face was red, and he seemed to be more excited than the one in the door. He couldn’t wait to take the bamboo roll in his hand and stun himself to seek peace of mind.

He couldn't help but turn and shoot the door: "Brother! Brother! Open the door!"

Xu Xingzhi faintly felt that there was something different: "Uncle Shi, is there someone in the master's room?"

Guangfu Jun didn't dare to go back to the face, only to take the red neck of the red neck and aim at Xu Xingzhi: "How is it possible? The brothers have always lived alone in the Qingzhu Temple, and even the nearest waiters have only two, and they have been opened by me."

Xu Xingzhi’s eyebrows for a moment, he slammed the threshold and found that the door had been sealed by spiritual power.

He can only helplessly spread his hand: "Uncle Shi, I am not as good as Master, I can't get in."

After all, he slammed the threshold: "Master, Master? Your voice is smaller."

The temple was quiet for a moment, but after a short while, there was a swaying sound of the bed, and the sound of the soft, nasal sound was continuous.

Yes, it’s really drunk.

One of Xu Xing’s palms leaned against the door, pulling out the “quick pen” from the waist, and transporting the spiritual power. The “free pen” turned into a spiritual net with thousands of knots, and opened up, all attached to the outer wall of the Qingzhu Temple. Suddenly, all the outgoing sounds were swallowed up by the spiritual network.

Xu Xingzhi respectfully said to Guangfu Jun: "Uncle Shi, you should go back first. I am here to guard Master."

It was confirmed that I couldn’t hear the sound of it. Guangfu Jun found a few positive colors and angered: "Noisy! If you let the disciples hear it, you can return it! He is also a master of Fengling Mountain." Do you want to face up?!"

Xu Xingzhi comforted him: "What kind of ridiculous things can the drunken people do? Master's move is not from the heart. Uncle Shi also has to rush to get angry, and his body hurts."

Having said that, Xu Xingzhi’s heart is faintly floating with some doubts.

He followed Qing Jingjun so far, and he used to be accustomed to his various drunkenness. He also had it when he was drunk. However, Qing Jingjun is not interested in sensuality. He is like a glass, and he is inside and outside. He has done this indulgent and indulgent. ?

Guangfu Junyi tightened his bamboo roll, and he was so upset that it was difficult to read a few words "not like words". It was easy to swallow the anger, red face and red hair.

Xu Xingzhi sat down on the steps of the Qingzhu Temple and took the right to guard.

Going back and forth in my own temple is also empty and uninhabited. It is the same everywhere.

Soon, the sky began to rain, bit by bit.

The light rain seems to be leaking, and the momentum is not big. Xu Xingzhi even heard the smiles of the disciples in the direction of the disciple. He thought of the poetry and tea party that will be held in the side of the mountain stream peach blossom forest tonight.

It seems that the rain will not delay the beautiful scenery and enjoyment of these disciples.

Just thinking about those young and worry-free faces, Xu Xingzhi’s face appeared to smile.

People say that it is useful to cultivate immortality for longevity.

Xu Xingzhi sat in front of the stage and leaned his head on the railing made by Qingzhu.

With these people to accompany, it is good to live a long life.

However, in the temple where the sound was blocked, the quiet monarch lying on the couch was not good.

The plain-colored brocade on the couch was bitten by him, and a pool of water slid along his white lips. After a long while, he loosened the bitten teeth and was on a large couch. Rolling back and forth, the bulging bulging under the body, the lips burning and opening low.

A drop of round and big tears slid out from the end of his slightly reddish eyes, and slammed down the tears that had not yet dried up.

But from beginning to end, he never opened his eyes, only the spirit of his body was running regularly, or flashing like a star.

In the sea of ​​Qing Junjun's knowledge of the sea, there should only be one Yuan Ying. At this time, there are two small-sized infants who are slowly tickling, overturning, slowly and slowly, slowly shaking.

The person in the upper position is unclear, but the faintly recognizable eyebrows have a strong sinful color, and the crow's eyes are rolling with endless desires.

The people underneath are obviously taking off their strength in the long-lasting communion. They can only let the hands fascinated and touch the skin of his gold, and the hot lips are burnt. Only the bones in the body are filled.

Linggen is the foundation of the monks, and in the sea of ​​cultivation, every simple touch is straight through the ribs, not to mention the intimate flesh and blood.

After rising and falling hundreds of times, the people underneath are already screaming, sweating like a bead, lying on the side of the sea, letting the pale golden waves wrap his silkworm cocoon and sink into the sea.

From the sea of ​​knowledge, the "Qing Jing Jun" lying on the couch came out in a mess.

He licked the sweat on his forehead and got up to look at the mirror. The people in the mirror were ashamed and shy, but the water vapor was smashing, but even the singular and sinister face was replaced.

"Qing Jing Jun" uses a fingertip to mirror, the mirror is like the water surface that is touched, and the layers are swaying.

After a while, the face of Liu Yunhe emerged in the mirror.

As soon as I saw this face, Liu Yunhe could hardly cover the color of excitement, and his hands were flat, leaning down and worshiping: "Master!"

"Qing Jing Jun" crossed his hands on the edge of the bun and lifted off the waterfall like a waterfall, revealing a smooth and refreshing forehead, and making a magnetic sound to the evil laugh that can easily melt people: "You have changed my brother, I have been a disciple of his years, and I am still qualified to be your 'master'?"

Liu Yunhe was separated from the people in front of him by a thousand miles, but he was told by his number that he was cold sweat, and he did not even dare to carry it up: "The disciple does not dare! The disciples have really worshipped for many years, only the master is one... disciple I wanted to ask Master for the position of the Lord of the Magic, who wants to be blamed by the nine lights..."

The person who claimed to be in charge of Luo took his hand and held the mirror. He smiled and said: "...what is the Lord of the Magic, I am not rare. ... You know what you think. You have hidden my soul for many years, and used the jar of wine six months ago. I sent it to Fengling Mountain, and gave me this good body, which is pure and filial."

A singer said that Liu Yunhe said that his clothes were drenched.

He was praised, but Liu Yunhe knew exactly how the opposite was a moody person.

The sound of Jurassic is superb, hoarse and sexy. No matter who you talk to, you will be intimate and pet-friendly. It can be made in a gentle town like a misty fog, but when you put a vigilant heart on the opposite side, he can In the laughter, take out the liver in the abdominal cavity of the opposite person, put it in the mouth, slowly bite it, and admire the horrified and horrible expression on the opposite side.

What he did, did not need any reason at all, did a lot of things, and it was also directed at the word "fun".

Seeing the six Yunhe did not dare to speak, Luo Luo chuckled, protecting the neck, and a few activities.

Liu Yunhe hurriedly opened the topic: "Is this body easy to use?"

Luo Luo said with satisfaction: "It's easy to use, and it is good."

Six Yunhe looks changed: "Master, you..."

Luo Luoyin laughed: "Do not worry, he does not know that I am in his body. After all, I am spiritually equal to him before he dies, he is this person..."

Speaking of this, the eyes of the scorpion eyes are slightly scattered, and the lips are slightly smiled. "... This person is very confused. Without human resources, I will not think about it. I played with him last time. In the wild, he had a six-day relationship with him. He only used his body to be uncomfortable and hangover."

There is an indescribable intimacy and warmth in the words of Miluo: "...How could it be that this little fool killed me?"

Said, sitting on the ground, and from the ground, touched a jar of wine that only had the bottom left, drank a few mouthfuls, and wiped his lips, laughing: "Qing Jing Junyue is dust-free, quiet and comfortable, no Dust without dirt. Ha?"

Liu Yunhe did not know what to say at the moment, he could only say: "Master is satisfied with it."

According to his understanding of Milo, this appearance of Jurassic is somewhat abnormal.

Although the Jurassic is often inconspicuous, he has never mentioned a person so frequently, and he does not leave him.

More than this time, when he talked to Miluo a few times ago, he was like this, and his mouth was full of quiet.

Liu Yunhe remembers that before he was stabbed to death by a young man who was untouched by the mountains and rivers, Luo had been obsessed with the practice of killing and killing bloodthirsty. The men and women in the world seemed to be a piece of meat in his eyes, so that he never There are aisles.

According to Master's character, it is probably normal to manipulate the enemies who killed him more than ten years ago.

... But Liu Yunhe is worried that Master will not be addicted.

Luo Luo said to himself: "...this guy is really interesting."

Liu Yunhe endured and endured, only cautiously said: "Master, our plan..."

"Isn't that the day of the list compared to that day?" Luo Luo lazy and intimately bent his eyes, Qing Jingjun, this body he has used it to be familiar, "I know what to do."

His voice sounded as if everything was in his grasp.

The author has something to say: Liu Yunhe was relieved: "That Xu Xingzhi..."

Milo said lightly: "I hate him."

After all, he took the ring that Qing Jun had worn on his fingertips and threw it into the jar of wine left behind, splashing a small hop: "I said, I know what to do, You don't need to teach me."