After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Zheng Wan's intimate kick naturally fell into Mu Jiang's eyes.

She subconsciously looked at the white robe sword repairman—

Unexpectedly, this person didn't see the slightest annoyance, but he lowered his eyebrows and spoke to the red-robed nun, which only caused the nun to put another Huang Yiguo in his mouth.

From her perspective, she could only see the crimson skirt hanging down like water, her slender wrists, and the tender fingertips.

On the fingertips, there is still a little red juice left over from Yuanguo.

The picture was so magnificent that she ran straight into Mu Jiang's eyes, causing her to lower her head in a panic, her gaze fixed on the compass in her hand.

That sister...

It must be beautiful, right?

Mu Jiang's heart quietly ran away.

She found that she could not focus on the hexagrams of the elders from the beginning, and even the desire for the so-called "opportunity" was suddenly weakened:

She lowered her head, with a compass in her eyes, but in her mind she was thinking of the person's lacquered eyebrows, the cold corners of the clothes, and even the ink hair that was blown away by the wind. I can't help but tremble again.

She wanted to see, but she didn't dare to.

"Little Junior Sister? Little Junior Sister? It's time to go east."

The senior brother's words pierced through the fog and fell into Mu Jiang's ears. She looked up and found that the two had disappeared somehow.

She was thrown off after less than three miles.

Mu Jiang felt lost.

The compass needle was pointing straight to the east, facing the surprised eyes of the senior, she smiled softly: "Then go east."

Speaking of it, even though this is a senior, he was transferred from him halfway through, and it was for her, but Mu Jiang never felt that this senior was special to her—

If you have to say something, the brother is even more interested in the red-robed sister than her.

The two turned to the east.

Zheng Wan followed Cui Wang to the west.

"Hey, Cui Wang, do you really think she is not good-looking?"

"It doesn't look good."

"Why?" Zheng Wan, like every hypocritical woman, started to praise each other insincerely, "I think she looks pretty."

Cui Wang seriously recalled it again, and looked at Zheng Yu's expression before shaking his head, and decided to temporarily agree and coax her.

The ancestors said that women have to coax, otherwise, sooner or later they will run away.

He nodded seriously:

"Well, it looks good."

"..."

Zheng Wan stomped him with anger and scolded him in Cui Wang's inexplicable:

"Cui Wang, you bastard!"

The **** blinked, and under his long eyelashes, the beautiful colored glaze eyeballs revealed a sense of grievance.

"Old ancestor, what happened to her?"

he asks.

The old ancestor was so agitated by his sorrow operation that he was dumbfounded:

"Baby..."

Had it not been for this face, I'm afraid Hobby wouldn't be willing to talk to him.

"Women in this world, you have to listen instead." The old ancestors remembered with difficulty the "Hundred and Eight Skills for Chasing Girls" that they had studied hard. "She said she is fat, you have to say that she is thin. , It looks good. If she wants to say parting, she is definitely waiting for you to make peace..."

…So, when she said that the bridge is back to the bridge and the road is back, she was actually waiting for him to beg for peace?

Cui Wang looked at Zheng Wan. Her skirt was flying, her legs were soaring upside down, and her cheeks bulged like an angry pufferfish.

So cute.

he thinks.

Seeing her such lovely face, Cui Wang decided to confess.

"It doesn't look good."

He said, "Wan Yu is pretty."

Zheng Wan knocked on her head, and she found that she was a little too sweet.

It stopped being angry all of a sudden.

Cui Wang walked a few steps quickly, side by side with her, with one hand from the cuff to lead her, Zheng Yu refused, but he was firmly restrained by his domain—

Cui Wang successfully held his hand.

Hold it in the palm of your hand, the soft and fragrant one.

He also passed the saucer held in his other hand:

"eat."

Zheng Wan twisted a piece of Huang Yiguo and put it in his mouth. There were only seven pieces left in the plate.

She looked at the plate, and then at Cui Wang's handsome face that could almost change the color of the world with a smile, and picked up a Huang Yiguo smoothly:

"Ah, open your mouth."

Zheng Wan opened his mouth and gestured to Cui Wang.

Cui Wang was taken aback, his eyes glided from the slightly pouted lips to the red lips that were stained with sugar, and then fell on the tip of her small tongue. Don't start:

"I am a man."

"..."

Even the back of his head showed rejection.

Zheng Wan stretched out his hand and pulled his head over.

"eat."

She handed her hand forward angrily, holding Huang Yiguo's fingertips and almost poking his lips, "Don't be violent, huh? God has rewarded you with this face, so you should cherish it."

Cui Wang knew that Zheng Wan liked his face—

The two of them are in the ice spring pool. If she is facing him, her emotions will be particularly high, and she will get up very quickly and easily...

He thought for a while, still opened his mouth.

Zheng Wan handed Huang Yiguo into Cui Wang’s mouth, and was about to withdraw it, but he touched the tip of his fruit-wrapped tongue: unlike Cui Wang’s cold and thin lips, his tongue was obviously warmer and softer. some.

Zheng Wan withdrew his hand and wiped the sleeve of his robe by the way.

"..."

Seeing his cuffs being treated as a rag, Cui Wang was silent.

The white as snow was stained with red juice, and the wet finger prints were impressive on it. He was sure that she was upset again.

But I didn't know that it was annoying her.

She is always upset this day.

Zheng Wan was really upset.

A woman’s emotions are like springs, and her anger value is always accumulating—and her anger value has not really been cleared from the beginning, good or bad, bad good, good times think it will become bad, bad It's worse when thinking about it:

There is no end to a day.

She didn't understand why she was always angry.

Looking at the beauty who looked like Jiangnan Misty Rain, she was angry. Seeing that Cui Wang could have a very beautiful face easily, she was angry. She accidentally touched the tip of his tongue, and she was also angry—

She was so dull, just a moment ago, she actually wanted to stand on her toes and make intimate contact with the tip of his tongue.

He was at a loss and she was angry.

He was cautious and she was even more angry.

Zheng Wan asked himself:

What are you messing about?

The reason is that her tank filled with water was filled with a thick layer of silt from the beginning, so that no matter how much water was poured into it, it became muddy.

Not clean,

Also not thorough.

Where did Cui Wang figure out the woman's thoughts of thousands of times, and after a while, seeing Zheng Yu sullen his head and drive on the road for a long time, he opened his mouth and said:

"Three pills are useful."

Zheng Yu understood what he meant at once, and Cui Wang ate a piece of Huang Yiguo.

She glanced at him and smiled:

"Want to feed?"

Zheng Wan smiled with a charming face, Cui Wang rubbed his fingers and looked at the gray and stumbling block not far away, and one step forward was thick black smoke.

He gave a "famous", but he saw Zheng Yu's face on the floor:

"Think beautifully."

She picked up a Huang Yiguo, dangled it under Cui Wang's eyelids, and put it directly into her mouth: "I can't eat it?"

Halfway through the conversation, his lips were covered.

Cui Wang clasped the back of her head tightly with his free hand, forcing her to press against him tightly.

His thin lips were cold to the touch, but the tip of his tongue was warm. He forced her to open her teeth and drive straight in, with the tip of his tongue raging in her mouth, curling up half of the broken fruit, tasting little by little.

"Sweet."

Cui Wang rubbed the tip of her nose against her.

Zheng Yu softened all of a sudden, half of his hand stretched out to beat him, and then went around the back of his neck and clasped it together.

She stood on tiptoes in cooperation, and after a long time, the two separated.

Cui Wang's nose was heavy and muddy, and a low and heavy voice gently brushed her ears:

"Hey."

Zheng Wan immediately woke up:

"Bah, shameless."

Who fed it?

Obviously he came to her to **** it.

Zheng Wan clutched his hot cheeks and thought blankly: What do they do like this?

In her own heart, she didn't want to reconcile.

I always feel unwilling to reconcile now. Not reconciled, nor reconciled.

"Then what do you want?"

Granny Jin squatted in the soul-raising tree, looking interesting, and the little girl's expression was very easy to guess.

"I do not know either."

If Zheng Wan understood it, he would not go back and forth over and over again.

When she gained knowledge of the micro realm, she thought she had broken it.

But looking at it now, it doesn't.

No matter, plan for the peacock first. .

Knowing the chance, naturally there is no reason to let it go.

Zheng Shan doesn't have the good character of courtesy and humility, and even the awareness that she can grab opportunities from others-she even grabs her own life from life, so why is she still halfway?

What's more, in the monastic world, chances are always obtained by those who are predestined. If she gets it, then it means that she is also a predestined person.

Zheng Yu thought, if Cuiwang helped her get a peacock, and then used peacock feathers to make a fan for her, she would completely forgive him.

"Senior, meet again."

Zheng Wan just finished thinking about it, and saw that the beauty of Jiangnan misty and rainy, who had just parted ways not long ago, appeared again.

It's just that this time he no longer appeared behind him, but stood in front of her, opened his mouth rounded, and looked at her in astonishment.

Is her face dirty?

Zheng Wan subconsciously touched his face.

Mu Jiang stared at Zheng Wan in a daze.

She knew that she must be a little stupid now.

There is no other reason—

The person in front of me is too beautiful.

It was much more beautiful than what she thought.

This appearance is one of the best even in the Qingyun world.

She wore a light red veil, and stood there quietly, without saying a word, it was a painting with perfect expression.

The ones who are more beautiful than her, have not yet been born, they are born, and the temperament is much inferior.

At least, Mu Jiang has never seen anything like this.

Most of the monks she met were like hers, so cold to the point that they were almost indifferent. Where did such a person ever exist? Just standing, it is like Chunxue who has exhausted the world. She smiles beautifully and looks forward to her beautiful eyes. In the light of her eyes, she is full of wind, snow and moon, floating and sinking.

Looking at her, Mu Jiang finally understood what is the delicate and tender bones that came out of the ten-zhang soft red dust.

She subconsciously looked at Cui Wang, the white-robed sword repairman who saved her and her brother's life—

He also had a beautiful appearance that was difficult to describe. When the two stood together, they looked like ice and fire, clearly out of place, but they were lingering to the extreme.

The strands of irritation that stretched out from the eyebrows were like dark barriers entwined nearby.

"meet again."

Mu Jiang watched the red-dressed lady raise his hand and greeted himself with a smile.

In her glazed eyes, Mu Jiang always felt that his shameful thoughts were almost invisible.

She opened her mouth: "Meet again, what a coincidence."'