Legend of the Great Saint

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Li Qingshan was so cute and she couldn't help but touch her face: "It's really long."

Begonia only feels that his words are like a knife. Although it is simple and simple, it will easily break the heart.

Only one thing, I don’t know how to deal with it. He feels like a child as a child, and his heart is sweeter:

"I am still a lot of changes, you obviously have no difference with the year, but treat others as children."

"is it?"

Li Qingshan touched his cheeks, relying on his gods and blood, even if he stayed and did nothing, Shouyuan was also opened in 10,000 years, and the district was a hundred years old. It was nothing at all. This face certainly will not grow old.

Of course, Begonia is not talking about his appearance, but his heart. The human heart is always changing and growing, and even old.

In fact, he experienced far more things than Begonia, and all kinds of pictures are like a cloud:

Hunted to death by the ink dragon king, the phoenix Nirvana died and resurrected;

Wandering in the illusion created by the illusion of the sea;

In the small world, he is a man, a father, a master of the world, a **** of the world;

Crossing the tens of thousands of miles of the void, and the sky is full of stars;

This pile piece, if experienced by anyone, may change its temperament at least, and at least it will be 'mature'.

However, he has not changed. I have never matured, I have never been old, and my heart is actually giving birth to a lively and happy demon, and more and more indulgent.

Gently kissed her ear and smiled: "Isn't that good? It's better than being drunk with a great drink. Give up the love of the heart and take another path."

"Do you think everyone is as stubborn as you are?" Qiu Haiyan raised his lips and his face was filled with admiration.

"Sometimes the more intelligent people, the easier it is to be confused. Fortunately, I am not so smart. What is the meaning of 'love"? This happy Zen is simply a demon outsider. Since it is a monk, give me honest. Eat a Buddha, think about a woman!"

"You don't want to look down on others. The prince of Cangyang is known as the 'seven loves of the world'. It is the dream lover of countless Leizhou girls! Not only is it infatuated to me, but also a poem. I don't know how good it is. Oh, unfortunately meet. Too late, let me meet a certain demon."

Begonia took the accent and pulled the hair from the left shoulder to the back. The last sigh was full of regrets.

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows: "Do you write poetry?"

"Yeah, I have to keep it, there is a thick stack!" Qiu Haiyan really took a stack of poems from the ring. A look of fun: "Would you like to read it to you, and let you have a long experience, learning what is called truth."

"Okay!" Li Qingshan licked his lips. Breath is already dangerous.

Begonia, regardless of disregard, continued to slap the tiger. Cleared the scorpion, read it with a sigh. Sure enough, it is a love poem of love, beautiful words, elegant rhythm, and full of admiration for her admiration.

She read half a song. Suddenly, "Hmm" stopped and stopped. Feeling his hot big hand directly into her cloak.

The soft and delicate touch has no clothing barrier, and Li Qingshan feels that his fingertips are trapped in a richness. As if to melt, she sighed in her ear and smiled: "Why don't you read it?"

Qiuhai snorted and grabbed his blaming hand and continued to read it with anger. The fire in his hand passed through her skin and caught her heart, making her breathing more and more violent, her face more rosy, and her body melted in his arms like water. I also felt the change of something under my hips. I felt awkwardly and wanted to move away.

Li Qingshan took a breath, she was so tempting! Holding her lower abdomen with her left hand, she sat in her arms and fell into a soft heart. Pick the red bean in your right hand and gently lick it.

Begonia snorted and grabbed his hand with both hands. The poems were scattered all over the bed and could no longer be read. The blush seems to be dripping with water, and if it is gorgeous, it will be a fascinating fascination.

This is the beauty that only blooms when faced with a loved one.

"You... will... move your hands!" Qiu Haiyan bit his red lips and said intermittently.

Li Qingshan said proudly: "Hey, what is the big deal of writing poetry? If I want to write, there are hundreds of thousands of heads."

"Really?" Begonia doesn't believe it: "I don't want a hundred thousand."

"listen."

Although Li Qingshan’s past life was not a home, but those famous poems still remember a lot. It’s just that the practice of the road is a fist rather than a talent, and copying a novel can also gather the will, but it is useless to copy poetry.

However, people who pass through the hall can be considered in this place.

So Lang said: "If life is just like seeing you!"

I glanced at her and saw her slightly stunned. It seemed to be very unexpected. I couldn’t help but feel proud: Although this poem is badly smashed, it is a big killer for young women who are ignorant.

"What is the autumn wind and sad painting fan!"

Begonia is holding hands and listening quietly.

"When the leisure changes, but the heart of the people, but the heart of the people is easy to change, the language of the mountain is clear, the night rain Lin Ling is not seen at all, such as the thin Yu Jin lang, the wings of the day."

Begonia sighed slightly: "This poem is only the first sentence, it is better than all the love poems I have read. If your hands are honest, it is better."

It turned out that Li Qingshan did not stop stroking her when she was doing plagiarism. Just like the jade in hand, I can't help but gently rub.

"Hey, this time you are dressed up!"

"Where did you copy it from? At this time, it is too much to be down."

"It's purely original, piracy will be investigated!"

Li Qingshan did not expect her to be so keen, and naturally she would not admit it: "There is nothing wrong with it. This is the first poem I was thinking about when you were thinking about you, whether you changed your mind or not."

"Oh, I don't believe it."

"You have the ability to copy it!"

"Oh, I was poked out, I was angry and angry."

Qiu Haijun smiled, suddenly across the clothes, holding his hand over the chest, deeply depressed.

Li Qingshan has never been so hard ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ afraid of hurting her tenderness, but listened to her serious words: "I will not change this heart, are you willing to give your heart to me?"

How can Li Qingshan say no.

"You don't regret it." If Qiu Haijun pointed out.

"I have no regrets in my life."

Qiu Haiyan stared at him, and suddenly smiled, so made up his mind, since you have said so, this is no wonder me, I am also to please you.

Rubbing your eyes, red lips open and close, the voice is clear and firm: "Make me!"

Li Qingshan couldn't bear it any more, and kissed her delicate red lips like petals. (The novel will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign "Add a friend" in the upper right, search for the public number "qdread" and Attention, speed is fast!) (To be continued)

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