After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Zheng Wan opened his eyes.

The faint sun passed through the screen window and landed on the desk in front of the couch, leaving behind an afterimage.

There was no one in the house, Cui Wang was not there, and the sound of Awan's "tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk" on the ground continued to echo in his ears.

She was a little thirsty, she reached out to touch the cup of tea and took a sip, the water was still warm.

When the tea light was back, the cuffs of the white shirt slipped over a few water stains. Zheng Yu was taken aback, only to realize that he did not know when he changed into a set of men's shirts, in a wide and wide style, plain white. The placket was tied meticulously.

Cui Wang must have put it on her.

"You are awake."

Mother-in-law Jin said.

"What time is it?"

"You are three quarters, you have slept for a whole day."

It is rare for Zheng Wan to be in a daze before sinking his soul consciousness into his pubic field to check.

At this look, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. After a night of suffering, the tiny spots on the roots were only missing a small fingernail.

"Mother-in-law, it doesn't look great."

"You try to run your vitality."

Zheng Wan sat up and started to revolve the "Moxu Jing".

This operation immediately noticed the difference.

The Bing Yuan Li surrounding her is more lively. They are like an army that is charging and trapping. They circulate in the body for a week according to her command, but overnight, the twenty-second and twenty-third apertures, which had not moved before, turned out to be. It's all full.

The connection between her and Bing Yuanli seems to be closer. To use an analogy, if you say that you used to be a good friend, now you have to add the word "good".

"This is the role of Yuangen."

"That is to say... this Yuangen qualification can actually be improved? If I find a large living Xuanbing Flame in the future and refine it, Yuangen will be promoted to an immortal product?"

"Little girl film, young, kind of dreaming."

Granny Jin laughed contemptuously, "You can get the essence of Ruiming, it's a blessing to get through the tricks."

"If you want to raise this heavenly rank Yuangen to an immortal rank, how about a single profound ice flame? You need one Tongtian Pill, and five Nine Ranks Returning Spirit Grass. Let’s not say that this Tongtian Pill is a ninth-order elixir. The Danzong can't make it, it is the Nine Ranks Returning Spirit Grass, born in the void, guarded by the void beast, even if the Void Realm cultivator enters, it will die without life."

"...A Place of Nothingness?"

Zheng Wan was familiar with the name, but he couldn't remember it in his mind.

Thinking deeper, pieces of gold bricks began to line up again to smash her into the sea of ​​knowledge, smashing her eyes out of gold stars, holding her head blindfolded, and turning around for a while.

Getting up and going to bed, drinking a cup of tea and calming down, Zheng Wan walked to the dressing table and sat down.

The Xuancang Realm's mirror was much clearer than the mortar realm's gilded bronze mirror, and it could illuminate people in a subtle way.

At this time, there was a young woman in the mirror, Xuesheng Kacaranda, but her face was slightly pale, but she looked a little chubby. Zheng Yu smiled at the mirror, and the person in the mirror also smiled at her.

The benefits of cultivating sufferings and boredoms are tangible.

Zheng Wan thought happily.

"Mother-in-law didn't lie to you, did she?" Mother-in-law said, "This "Moxu Jing" is to forge people's foundation to the best."

"What does this mean?"

Zheng Yu didn't understand.

"People are born with definite numbers, and the bones and skins have been carved, but the "Moxu Jing" can develop the bones and skins to the extreme that it can develop within this fixed and deadly carved range."

Zheng Wan understands:

"In other words, although Danfeng Eyes cannot be cultivated into Peach Blossom Eyes, they can become the most beautiful Danfeng Eyes."

"...Almost," Mrs. Jin said, "The "Mo Xu Jing" is cultivated to the Mahayana, and the real ice and snow are gods and jade is bones."

Zheng Wan's interest in "Moxu Jing" suddenly rose to the highest level. She sat in front of the mirror and began to take care of the three thousand worry threads hanging behind her head.

What Cui Wang saw when he entered the door was this scene. The woman with plain clothes and black hair held an ivory comb with her fingertips and combed her hair one by one.

"Cui Wang, you are back."

Zheng Wan turned his head, his eyes suddenly bend into two crescents.

"Well."

Cui Wang nodded, but saw her beckoning to him, "Come and comb my hair."

Zheng Wan put the comb into his hand confidently:

"You messed up, you comb."

Cui Wang looked down at the black crow's long hair, which was thick and plump. At this time, it was draped softly behind his head, being blown, swayed, and swayed by the wind.

"will not."

He said.

The fluttering ivory comb in his hand has already passed through the woman's plump black hair.

Zheng Wan smiled and said:

"It's good to comb it."

Cui Wang lowered his eyes and brushed her hair seriously, again and again. When he lowered his eyes, the tails of his eyes appeared extremely narrow and long, and his eyelashes were like crow feathers, revealing a magnificent and charming look completely different from Leng Jun.

Zheng Wan appreciated it for a while, then listened to him:

"All right."

She touched her hair with satisfaction, and indeed there were no barbs at all. Contrary to what the mortal world thought, a woman who is a monk would still tie her hair when it should be knotted.

"You draw me another eyebrow."

Zheng Wan smiled honestly.

"will not."

Cui Wang "slapped" the comb back to the dressing table. Before moving, he asked a catkin to grab his wrist. Zheng Wan looked at the bronze mirror and grabbed him with a thin and thin wrist, "Thrush ."

She pouted her mouth, unhappily, her lips like cherry blossoms were stained with juice.

Cui Wang looked at her wrist that could be broken when she raised her hand, and felt that she had been too spoiled recently.

"The painting is not good."

He said.

"It's okay," Zheng Wan said, "I like you to paint for me."

She raised her head, her eyebrows were naturally charming and charming, and she did not forget to take a pen tuck for him in her hand: "Draw quickly." She was actually looking at Cui Wang's unmoving appearance. Happy, can't help but want to toss him.

"Hey."

Seeing Cui Wang's lingering motion, Zheng Wan curled his lips unhappily, "If you don't paint, you won't paint."

Thinking of getting up, but being pressed on the stool by a force, Cui Wang controlled her shoulders, forcing her to get up, leaning over and stroking her eyebrows with a thin pen.

Zheng Wan looked up at him, and the cold silk sleeves slid across her cheeks, causing a burst of tingling.

She shrank subconsciously, but her head was shackled:

"do not move."

Zheng Wan couldn't move anymore.

She suddenly remembered the old things. When he was in the mortal place, he drew his eyebrows for her, and speaking of it, the two of them also pretended to worship.

"Cui Wang."

"Yep."

"Don't draw crookedly like last time."

"..."

Cui Wang let out a faint "Uh", and after a long time he dropped the pen, turned her head back to the bronze mirror, and motioned her to look.

Zheng Wan looked at the bronze mirror, and a pair of shadows appeared in the bronze mirror.

Cui Wang stood behind her, with his hands on her shoulders, with a pair of lacquer eyes looking at her in the mirror intently. At first glance, they looked like a loving couple.

Zheng Wan drew his attention to the pair of eyebrows, the eyebrows are like willow, from the beginning to the end, there is no fault.

"It's so good."

She stroked her eyebrows in admiration, "Did you deliberately last time?"

"..."

Cui Wang ignored her, raised his hand and took a round box from the makeup, opened it, and slightly touched his fingertips, gently supporting Zheng Yu's chin.

The cold fingertips fell on her lips, and Zheng Wan looked up in astonishment:

"you……"

She asked hesitantly, "What are you doing?"

"do not move."

Cui Wang lowered his eyes, a little bit of fat on her fingertips, and it fell on her soft lips and gently rubbed it.

She leaned back with a small face, her skin was as white as snow, and her lips were stained with a layer of gorgeous mouth fat, like a plump and juicy pomegranate, and the juice will come out with one bite.

Cui Wang's throat moved, but when she heard her complaining with her mouth pouting, her mouth opened and closed continuously, and an annoyance rose up. He wanted to use something to seal her mouth.

"To shut up."

Zheng Wan blinked:

"Cui Wang?"

The answer to her was a deep kiss that quickly touched her throat. Cui Wang sucked and kissed her for a long time, until he sucked all the sweet fat between her lips, then raised his head:

"Junior first."

"..."

Zheng Yu understood immediately.

Before answering, he was pressed onto the dressing table, and the man's shirt was pulled open with a light pull, and the sloppy material instantly vented, revealing a crystal clear white carcass.

"Cui Wang!"

The icy dressing table was uncomfortable lying on, Zheng Wan thought nonsense as he clutched the black head on his chest.

The moon quietly hid in the clouds, and a shadow fell on the green screen window. Awan looked up, only to think that the shadow was weird. It stayed together and separated again, and it looked like a pouch. The bird to eat, for a while...

There are also weird sounds, thin, like...

Oh, the stupid Awan can't think of it.

"Real people?"

"True Monarch?"

Awan shouted.

Before the second sound came out, he was thrown away by a force and fell into the courtyard wall next door.

Wan turned around for a while, and realized that he couldn't enter the moon gate that he had just come out. He didn't make it difficult for himself, and he jumped around to catch the earthworms.

Moonset.

sunrise.

sunset.

Moonrise.

When the morning light shone on the earth and Awan pulled the moon gate to look inside, the gate of the courtyard next door opened with a creak.

"True Monarch?"

He was jumping around, who knew that the true monarch didn't look at him, and he stood under a tree and looked at a fruit all the time. Wan wanted to tell True Monarch that the fruit was immature and could not be eaten. At this time, the door opened again.

The beautiful Zheng Zhenren also came out.

Awan uttered a cry, who knew Zheng Zhenren ignored him, she also stole the clothes of Zhenjun, without shame.

Zheng Wan did not notice Awan, she slowly walked towards Cui Wang:

"Are you leaving?"

Cui Wang said faintly:

"The promise is one day."

Just one day.

It's like she wants to keep him more.

Zheng Wan secretly curled his lips, "Oh", thinking about coaxing this person a lot, and then took out the sword ear made before from the storage bag:

"Here, send you off."

A snow-colored spike of sword hung on the bright white fingers.

As soon as the wind blew, the tassels on the sword spikes filled with snow-colored light and shadow.

She once gave him a red sword spike when she was in the mortal world, but when she saw the so-called "fluffy and beautiful, like a dragon" hung-feather streamer, she felt that the red color was extremely tacky and absolutely unworthy of it. , This newly made sword ear was made by using a spider silk called Snow Spider Tumbling. Although it is of no use, a large amount of low-level primordial stone is better than beautiful.

Cui Wang's throat moved, and he reached out and took it:

"Thank you."

"Take it."

Zheng Wan smiled and said authentically.

Cui Wang didn't say a word, and she didn't care. The gift was delivered, and the task had been completed, so she waved her hand and said goodbye, and Hui Warang Pavilion digested the vitality gained this time.

Looking inside the Soul Consciousness, he found that this time, he actually filled the twenty-fourth aperture.

……The stronger the desire, the more the ban, the faster the cultivation base and the benefit.

With these words in her mind, she subconsciously thought of Cui Wang.

"What do you want him to do?"

Mother-in-law Jin said disapprovingly, "All men in the world are very fortunate, so don't read too much."

"Mother-in-law, are you out?"

"Well, your enemy is a good method, and I won't let people look at it back."

Granny Jin warned her not to be tempted.

"It's not tempting, I'm thinking...this so-called skin-to-kin is really mysterious." Zheng Yu raised the corners of his lips. "This person has stripped off his clothes and exposed himself to others, with ears and ears, intimate and intimate, he is a stranger. Better than others..."

She paused, "There are more differences."

"So, you have nostalgia for your enemy?"

"That's not true."

Zheng Wan looked out the window, and the flowers and trees were blooming outside the warm pavilion, "Just like where I often go, there is a bunch of flowers. I personally watered it a few times and talked to it a few times. Then this flower is different from others. The flowers are a little different. But if I want to pick them any day, I will pick them too."

"The same goes for Cui Wang."

Compared with the passivity last time, Cui Wang resisted a lot less this time. It could even be regarded as active. He seemed to...have a desire for her, and this desire carries a little uncontrollable restlessness.

Sometimes, she even had an illusion that Cui Wang was about to be somewhat happy with her body.

"You are right."

Mother-in-law Jin sighed suddenly, "Under this world, even if it is a business relationship between a client and a prostitute, if the client only uses one prostitute for a long time, some special friendship will develop between the two."

Zheng Wan said strangely: "Mother-in-law!"

"Little girl is shy?"

Mother-in-law Jin laughed loudly, "Actually speaking, you are not at a loss for such a top quality."

"By the way, where is he...sinkable?"

"..."

Zheng Wan blushed and thought, maybe it was heavy.

Kind of kowtow.

It's just that Cui Wang didn't allow her to watch, and she always wrapped herself tightly.

Cui Wang didn't return to the place of experience, but went back to the school first.

He opened the floor of the training room, and took out a rectangular box where a thousand-year-old mysterious steel plate was buried at a depth of ten feet.

A begonia on the sandalwood box, covered with a layer of antiseptic talisman paper, opened it, and a red sword ear was lying quietly in the box.

He watched for a while and smoothed the snow-colored sword spike he received today and put it in.

Pasted the talisman paper, the sandalwood box was buried under the ground again, covered with a layer of solid soil, and then the bluestone slab was covered.

The ancestor looked at him coldly:

"Don't you put it in the universe bag and it will be over? What do you mean by burying it in the ground?"

The author has something to say:——————

small theater:

[About this little thing about thrush]

Wangzai: I will not fall twice in the same river.

Old ancestors: Oh, top cancer, don't explain.

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