Beast

"Uh, uh, uh"

The sound of footsteps was not heavy, but it sounded like a sound in my heart, making me tremble!

Yang Qing and the other two people leaned against the wooden door and did not dare to move rashly. It was their limit to hide in the ancestral hall at the last moment, let alone lock the brass lock on the iron bolt outside the door.

"Hey! Brother Liang, Brother Liang"

A low-pitched call came from outside the door, and the hearts of Yang Qing and the others tightened, as if being tightly grasped by a hand.

"What happened? Can you bear to wake up the master?" A deliberately low scolding voice!

"Brother Liang, why does this feel so weird?"

"Why are you so weird? If you dare to speak again, I will let you patrol a route alone."

A group of patrolling guards exchanged a few words in a low voice, then left the ancestral hall to patrol elsewhere.

When there was no sound, Ye Lingfei and her daughter dared to breathe a sigh of relief, their clothes already wet with cold sweat.

Gently push the door open to create a gap and place the brass lock at the threshold. Yang Qing needs to lock the wooden door. Otherwise, as soon as it gets light, someone will notice something abnormal if they look in this direction. Close the wooden door tightly.

After that, he squatted on the ground and used the underworld stone penis that had been wrapped in layers of robes to release the underworld energy along the gaps between the wooden doors.

If you want to lift a brass lock that weighs one tael, it is very easy for a Qi refining monk to use your true energy to cast a spell. Yang Qing can only rely on the underworld in the underworld stone to refine his body.

gas.

However, after all, the underworld energy in the underworld stone is a foreign object and cannot be manipulated as desired, let alone use magic. All it can do is to use a large amount of underworld energy to hold up the brass lock, just like the breeze blowing its fallen leaves.

generally.

The underworld energy kept pouring out, and the strength of the spiritual consciousness also continued to increase. A palm-sized cloud of black, green, yellow and other colors had formed at the threshold. As the underworld energy seeped through the crack in the door, it merged.

The variegated clouds gradually condensed.

"Get up!" Yang Qing frowned and shouted coldly in his heart. The variegated clouds wrapped around the brass lock were floating upward, swaying, and the clouds seemed to be scattered. The brass lock fell from time to time to break away from the variegated clouds.

bondage.

"Ascend!" Spiritual consciousness surged out crazily from the center of his eyebrows, his godless eyes stared straight at the crack in the door, and his two sword-shaped eyebrows were about to touch.

As the divine consciousness gushes out, the ability to manipulate the underworld energy is enhanced. At this time, all the divine consciousness has gush out, and only a strand is separated to check the position of the iron bolt. The variegated clouds are slightly swaying around it.

The brass lock slowly rises.

After rising less than a foot, Yang Qing's resolute face had lost all color. Then, with every inch he rose, a layer of fine beads of sweat would ooze out from his forehead, and the floating variegated clouds had traces of underworld energy escaping.

vertical.

Ye Lingfei, mother and daughter, looked anxiously at the pale-faced Yang Qing, wanting to lend a helping hand but not knowing how to do so.

Yang Qing had never felt the anxiety of the two of them, and had no thoughts in his mind. He stood up from time to time as the brass lock rose, his movements slow and trembling. When the brass lock rose to the iron bolt, Yang Qing's face changed.

He was already white and oozing with blood, sweat was flowing down his forehead like a white line, and his body was shaking like chaff.

The brass lock shook and adjusted its direction, moving sideways against the hole of the iron bolt.

"bite"

The brass lock shook so much that the impact on the iron bolt almost scattered the variegated clouds.

"Humph!" Yang Qing groaned, as if he had been hit hard, his face was pale and there would be no change, and sweat dripped on the ground.

This time, the brass lock moved against the iron bolt.

"laugh!"

The brass lock made a slight sound as it rubbed against the iron bolt hole, and it was already hung!

As soon as the variegated clouds loosened, the pressure was much reduced, there was a slight pause, and all the consciousness was concentrated in one place and suddenly exerted force.

"Click!" There was a soft crisp sound, and the brass lock was locked! The variegated clouds lost their restraints and turned into strands of underworld energy and dissipated.

"call!"

Yang Qing let out a long breath of hot breath, his pale face flushed, his exposed skin had very faint tiger stripes, his eyes were closed tightly, and he sat on the ground leaning against the wooden door, his chest twitching like a bellows, wearing a black warrior uniform

Already soaked with sweat.

With the violent breathing, the faint tiger stripes disappeared. This time, he was more tired than a big battle when he fucked the Ming Qi to lock the door.

"Brother Qing, how are you?" Ye Lingfei said softly with a cry in her voice. Her slender arms supported Yang Qing's waist that was no longer straight, and she wiped the layer of sweat on her slightly rough face with her sleeves.

Yang Qing closed her eyes tightly, feeling dizzy for a while. She raised her arm and gently patted Ye Lingfei's thin shoulder to show that she was okay. The softness against her chest was no longer able to be savored.

Ye Lingfei had never seen Yang Qing's expression like this before. She was at a loss. She ignored the [***] three- to four-inch short hair and hugged Yang Qing's tired face into her chest. She had no choice but to let him go.

Yang Qing lay more comfortably.

The thin clothing could not block the soft touch. I caressed my cheeks inadvertently, moved my pale lips, touched the softness, greedily inhaled the faint fragrance, and unconsciously fell into a deep sleep.

The collar of Ye Lingfei's elegant silk robe was messy and loose, her snow-white tube top had been loosened, her pink breasts were squeezed out by her pale cheeks, and her pale lips moved unconsciously, rubbing against her smooth skin.

An unspeakable itching hit her heart, and her snow-white neck turned crimson. Her slender arms could not help but hug her tighter, holding the sleeping Yang Qing tenderly in this half-kneeling, half-sitting position.

Li Mengjie did not stop or disturb the two of them, but stood there and stared blankly at the sandalwood altar table in the middle of the ancestral hall, which was about three feet wide and had stairs like extensions. She moved forward slowly and looked at it with the insignificant light.

He was fascinated by the tablet with the title "Ye Hao, the tenth generation head of the Ye family" at the bottom.

Footsteps could be heard outside the ancestral hall from time to time, and the two of them changed from fear to adaptation. As the cold crescent moon moved in the starry sky, the moonlight shining into the ancestral hall gradually became thinner, and Ye Lingfei and her daughter could not help but feel tired.

The half-kneeling and half-sitting posture was so hard that it made her delicate knees ache, and her slender waist and slender legs were extremely sore. Yang Qing, who was pressed against her pink breasts, gradually returned to normal, and Ye Lingfei gradually felt relieved, her beautiful eyes slightly

Holding back the sleepiness, her delicate body tilted to the side involuntarily.

Li Mengjie held Ye Hao's foot-long crimson tablet in her arms, resting her head on the tablet and looking to the side, her dull and beautiful eyes gradually closing.

At some point, Ye Lingfei was already lying in Yang Qing's arms. The smooth marble floor could not bring him any coolness, but Yang Qing fell to the ground and still didn't wake up.

The darkness before dawn passed, dawn came, and the darkness in the ancestral hall gradually disappeared.

Yang Qing's complexion returned to normal. When the darkness was almost dispelled, Yang Qing felt in a trance that his right hand was full of soft and rough palms, gently kneading them. The smooth and soft touch made Yang Qing reluctant to let go.

After regaining consciousness, the kneading of the soft right hand suddenly stopped, his eyes opened brightly, he looked down at the delicate body lying in his arms, the delicate face said peace of mind, he sniffed the faint fragrance, and looked at his right hand, not knowing

When I reached the pink breasts, the plump breasts were flushed with crimson.

Yang Qing's breathing stopped, and her fingers couldn't help but tease the bright red spot, and her palms greedily kneaded it. She lowered her head and pressed her lips against the alluring red lips, and the strength of her hands couldn't help but increase.

"Hmm..." Yang Qing woke up with a slight pain in his sleep.

He stopped and slowly moved his hands away. When he looked at the pink chest and abdomen, a faint red mark was left. Yang Qing blamed himself and gently helped him tidy up his clothes. He did not get up and hugged the soft and delicate girl.

He stood up and looked at the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is a separate pavilion. From the outside, it is about ten feet long and wide, with a three-story structure. But from the inside, there is only one floor. The roof is about four feet from the ground. Nine candlesticks with hundreds of candlesticks are hung there.

Hanger.

There are several portraits of people on the walls inside the ancestral hall. There is only one woman and the rest are men. The pictures should be of the respected ancestors of the Ye family. In the middle of the ancestral hall is a staircase that is about three feet wide and four feet long.

The extended altar table is about four feet above the ground, and the hundreds of steps extend to a height of three feet. More than a hundred tablets are placed from high to low.

In front of the altar table were dozens of neatly arranged yellow futons. Li Mengjie sat on the futons and fell asleep with a tablet in her arms.

Without waking up her mother and daughter, her heart strings were tense and she could not sleep peacefully for two nights. At this time, she was already very tired and unbearable. It was very rare for such a weak woman not to burst into tears when she encountered such a thing.

His spiritual consciousness went out, and after trying his best to hold up the brass lock last night, his spiritual consciousness did not increase. However, his manipulation of his spiritual consciousness became even stronger, and he scanned the entire ancestral hall, looking for the ancestral ring that represented the identity of the family head.

After scanning with the spiritual consciousness, it was discovered that the roof, floor, altar table, memorial tablets, futons, doors and windows of the ancestral hall had all been placed with restrictions, which not only prevented dust, but also prevented the exploration of the spiritual consciousness.

In such a large ancestral hall, there is a possibility that the ring is hidden wherever it is, and has even been taken away by Ye Hua. If the latter happens, the situation could not be worse. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel anxious, looking at the delicate face in my arms.

, couldn't bear to wake him up, so he could only wait patiently.

The dark eyelashes curved upward, the delicate nose twitched slightly, and the protruding red lips did not feel boring while waiting.

It was getting brighter, and the sounds of patrolling footsteps from the outside world disappeared, and the sounds of the Ye family's children going out were heard again. The darkness disappeared in the ancestral hall, and Ye Lingfei's mother and daughter woke up one after another.

It was cool in the ancestral hall, and the three of them slept for half the night. Except for their hair buns and robes being slightly messy, they did not feel any discomfort. Ye Lingfei straightened her clothes and felt something strange on her chest. She glanced shyly and looked at the expressions beside her.

Yang Qing, who was hiding a complicated look, walked lightly towards Li Mengjie, who had a sad face.

Ye Hao's memorial tablet made Ye Lingfei cry bitterly. She covered her red lips with her delicate hands to cover up her cry. Yang Qing looked heavy, watching Ye Lingfei kowtow to the memorial tablet placed back on the altar with pear blossoms in the rain, and she didn't know how to persuade her.

Hiding here, not even a stick of incense can be offered. Li Mengjie knelt down and comforted her softly.

Yang Qing slowly walked around the ancestral hall with a solemn expression. He could not find the whereabouts of the ring with his spiritual consciousness, so he had to search everywhere!