I Just Want To Be Quiet

The tents are flying, as if clouds are reunited and scattered.

The bell is like a shower of rain hitting bananas, and the sound is crisp, as if it is going to come to the bottom of my heart.

The light in front of the screen was faintly beating, but it could only illuminate a square inch of the ground.

In the gloom that the gloomy light can't reach, the shadows constantly change, overlapping in various shapes, like a faint dream in a dim, grotesque, wild and wild.

Li Lieyue's long eyelashes closed slightly, her eyes dim, like a deep pond filled with a moonlit night, in the midst of confusion, occasionally she saw her brows, her eyebrows lightly furrowed, seemingly unbearable, and she whispered softly and softly. , And then intermittently said: "Husband, madam affairs...I...I don't care about... anymore..."

Seeing that Senior Sister Li could forgive herself, Pei Ling was completely relieved, and was hesitating whether to explain the other two furnace trips together so that she could get forgiveness from Senior Sister, but she saw Li Lieyue suddenly crossed her legs. , Wrapped around his back like a snake.

The slender legs are white and beautiful, as if they were carved from mutton fat jade, smooth and soft, as if they were boneless.

However, when exerting force, he was surprisingly flexible and seemed to cut him in two.

Pei Ling suddenly became more comfortable, and immediately ignored those little things and began to devote himself to cultivation.

The vanity mirror in the corner showed a restless corner of the tent.

The snow-white scorpion rolls repeatedly in the dark night, like ocean waves shrouded in twilight.

It pushed up layer by layer, and retreated layer by layer.

When advancing and retreating, the wind rose repeatedly.

The wind reverberated throughout the temple, blowing into the tent, but it could not dissipate the scorching heat at the moment.

Intense movement, mixed with suppressed groaning and gasping, one after another...

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After three days and three nights.

Toward the palace.

Bath hall.

In the lotus-like jade pool, the color of the water is clear and the sound of the water is loud.

The heavy veil fell from the top of the hall, like the fog at dawn, thick and elegant, and it was a soft and charming hesitation.

In a flash, the fierce wind mixed with water vapor rolled them up high.

Like the ocean waves at high tide, it roars, gallops, and rushes to the land in anger.

Li Lieyue held the edge of the bath with both hands, her jaw raised high, and the line of her neck was tight, like a bow drawn to the extreme.

The head full of green silk scattered behind his head, floating on the surface of the water, like an angry ink-colored wood hibiscus.

A few strands were moistened by the pool water, and as the wind and anger clung to her face, her plain white face seemed to be awkward when the scattered hair trembled.

The bright white concealed in the darkness, the holiness is full of depraved amorous feelings.

Pei Ling stood behind Li Lieyue, his body constantly slapped with spray.

Wind and water rise, veils dance, and water splashes all over...

At this moment, Jiao Nihong's forehead voice suddenly came from outside: "Lord, master, the order of Samsara Pagoda Shaofu is here, and I want to ask to see the Son!"

Li Lieyue's long eyelashes were drooping, her eyes closed, and her eyebrows frowned. Her expression seemed painful and joyful. He swallowed a scream forcibly, only a low "um", and then the sound transmission replied: "Let He waited!"

Outside the hall, Jiao Ni lowered his eyebrows and bowed his knees and said, "Yes!"

"Wow!"

There was a loud sound of water, and Peiling pulled Li Lieyue into his arms, turning at will, pressing his back against the wall of the pool, facing him, leaning down and pressing down.

The originally slender and undulating curve has no gaps in a moment.

Soft, warm, silky...Fingertips go down, the slender waist hidden in the water is not full of grip, and it is like a willow. Below, there is...

"Wow," "Wow," "Wow,"...

The sound of the water grew louder, and the gauze was tumbling quickly, like waves in a strong wind.

While flying freely, she occasionally showed the face of Li Yueyue, plain face and black hair, a little vermilion lips, set against each other, it is a kind of pure and glamorous beauty, she closed her eyes slightly, her slender neck leaned back, holding The fingertips of Pei Ling's shoulders showed a blue and white color due to the force, like a white crane constantly being sent to the cloud by the tip of the wave.

After another hour, Pei Lingyi ended the practice still.

The ripples in Li Lieyue's star pupils still rippled, and the blue silk was scattered, leaning on him softly.

After breathing slightly, Pei Ling said, "Go to see Shaofu Tuling first, and then come back and continue to practice."

Li Lieyue took a few breaths, and said, "Yeah."

The two quickly changed into new robes. After finishing their outfits, Peiling naturally hugged Li Lieyue and went to the outsider.

At this moment, in the side hall where the palace was used for hospitality, the pale bone fire burned quietly, illuminating the entire hall.

Although it was all in detail, there was still a lingering feeling of coldness in the entire palace.

In the guest seat, Shaofutu Ling was sitting with his sleeves up, closed his eyes and rested, waiting patiently.

At the gate of the temple not far away, there are two ghost maids with black eyes, both wearing double-haired buns, beautiful faces, under the knees, smoke skirts floating, standing quietly.

Time passed quietly, and the surroundings were as quiet as death.

Suddenly, Shao Fu Tu Ling opened his eyes and looked at the entrance of the hall.

In the next moment, the door of several feet high opened silently, and Pei Ling and Li Lieyue walked in hand in hand.

"Holy son, holy woman." Shaofutu Ling immediately got up and greeted.

Pei Ling nodded slightly: "Shaofutu Ling waits for a long time."

Li Lieyue did not speak, but only slightly nodded in greeting.

The two parties exchanged a little greeting, and then the guest and the host were seated.

The maid guarding the door quietly came up to change the tea cup and presented the spirit fruit cake without any orders.

Peiling took a sip of tea, and asked straightforwardly: "I don't know what happened to the Shaofutu Ling's arrival?"

Shaofutu Ling said: "I have received news in the past few days that Suzhen Tian Tianji has returned from Qingyao Mountain on the pseudo-dao."

"No accident, it should have been transformed."

"Han Dark Sword Zong Ning Wuye, who has lived in the simplest form in the past six months, his whereabouts are elusive, and he has almost never appeared on the battlefield."

"But he was able to escape from the desert of Yongye at the beginning, and half a year later, the possibility of turning the gods is also very high."

"Therefore, among the pseudo-dao peers, there are a total of four people who have entered the realm of the gods."

"They are the preface to Fu Xuan of the Jiuyi Mountain Daozi, the prince of the Ryuran Dynasty finally Kuiyuetsu, Suzhen Tiantianji Yan Mingwei, and the Jianzi Ning Wuye of the Han'an Jianzong."

"On the other hand, I am waiting for the side of the holy way."

"But it is only me and the holy son who have stepped into the transformation of God."

"And I fought against Jiuyishan Taoist Fu Xuanxu many times.

"Therefore, in the next battle against the falsehood, Shengzi will also be asked to take action against the other three."

Hearing this, Pei Ling frowned immediately, dealing with Zhong Kui Yue Ji, Ning Wuye and Yan Minghua?

In the end, Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye didn't talk about it, Yan Minghua is now his woman!

Let him deal with his own woman?

Ha ha……

However, considering that the Nine A Li family planned for him to be in this position, it was to drive the younger generation of the Demon Sect, so it was obviously inappropriate to refuse directly like this.