The eldest brother Yu Chen was in seclusion in Qiling Cave for five years, cultivating his mind and nature, planning the emperor's heroic strategy, and seeking the king's appearance. The purple air comes from the east and the auspicious clouds are endless. On a bright spring morning, the stone gate opens, and Yu Chen walked out of the cave in his purple robe.

He narrowed his eyes, unable to adapt to the dazzling sunshine, but the dragon power on his body was more dazzling than the warm sun in the sky.

The dragon and phoenix are noble and handsome, graceful and elegant, and unparalleled in heaven.

The fish pavilion is filled with blue smoke and smoke is like flying.

"Little junior sister, is Master here?"

When Su Caicai heard Yu Chen's voice, she was lowering her head and drawing a picture of her and Gong Jiu's erotic palace.

A few years ago, Gong Jiu got the man Chungong she gave to Quewei from somewhere. Gong Jiu was so angry that he was so angry that he pressed Su Caicai on the bed for three days and three nights and hit her so hard that she foamed at the mouth and then she was slightly relieved. But Su Caicai's name as "lutty_baby_woman" was completely confirmed in Gong Jiu's heart, and it was as stable as a mountain.

Whenever she saw Su Caicai say something more to any male, Gong Jiu felt that the green cloud cover was like Wu Dalang's rebirth. He picked up Su Caicai's collar and pressed her little head into his surging breasts, not allowing her to look at the male again.

The males on Wuqiu Mountain were also quite implicated. A fellow Taoist with a higher level of cultivation was killed by Gong Jiu's punch and was severely injured and bedridden for half a month. A fellow Taoist with a lower level of cultivation was hit by Gong Jiu's punch and could only be beaten back to his original form and his spirit was destroyed.

After all, Gong Jiu is a poisonous person himself.

The males dared not speak out, and were worried that the orchid grass family would be tragic again, so they had to brave the cold wind and snow to report to the mountain master. The mountain master Yuezhu personally came down from the Xuefeng Cave to Gong Jiu to discuss in detail all night, which finally made him restrain himself a lot and no longer rashly attack the innocent males. Su Caicai's reputation became even more famous in Wuqiu Mountain.

We call those approachable beauties, while those who can only be seen from afar and not played with goddesses.

Everyone thinks that Fairy Su Caier in Shuyue Palace in Wuqiu Mountain is beautiful and beautiful, as clear and gorgeous as a goddess coming to the world, soft and slender. Everyone is proud of saying a few words to the goddess, and is also afraid, because the Lord of Shuyue Palace will greet your ancestral grave in the middle of the night at any time.

In short, it's hard to describe in one word.

Gong Jiu often took out the men's erotic palaces to observe, and then stared at Su Caicai with his resentful phoenix eyes, making Su Caicai creepy. One day, Gong Jiu suddenly tore up the scrolls and said angrily: "The conscienceless white-eyed wolf, I only know how to send other wild men such as yellow books and dirty things, and I don't see you sending you anything to my master. It's really hateful!"

Su Caicai shrank and said aggrievedly: "Master, haven't you ever given your disciple anything?"

"Can you see such a big evil-proof in the backyard?" Gong Jiu knocked Su Caicai on the head fiercely.

Su Caicai flattened her mouth and whispered: "It's worth it?"

Gong Jiu had a cold face, waved his big hand, flew his red sleeves, and quickly spread the snow-white rice paper on the desk. It was white and clean. He condensed his hands and a square of inkstone appeared from somewhere. The ink in the inkstone was full and black and clear, obviously a good inkstone. Su Caicai smashed his mouth and felt that the shape of the inkstone was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Gong Jiu stained the wolf's hair with ink and handed it to Su Caicai. Liang Youyou said, "Draw it for the teacher."

Drawing? Su Caicai held the wolf hair with a look of confusion. What to draw?

The next second, the charming beauty on Gong Jiu disappeared.

Skinning screen playback without slow motion.

Su Caicai took a breath.

This guy is getting rid of the beauty's bag faster and faster.

The speed of teleporting the beauty's bag is also very fast.

Practice makes perfect.

That's true.

The handsome but captivating bright moon face was exposed in front of Su Caicai.

Bai Jie's body is not covered with inches of hair.

It suddenly became clear and elegant, and the white magnolia was in full bloom, profound and elegant, refreshing.

Even though he had seen this handsome face countless times, Su Caicai was still powerless and was in a mess in his eyebrows.

My body was as soft as water, and I just wanted to hold his thighs and ask for caress.

Gong Jiu pinched Su Caicai's stunned obscene face and said with a funny look: "Look at your promising moment, you still want to be a painter, and you have no concentration at all... Come back to your senses, Su'er, come and paint as your teacher, and draw it out one by one."

Su Caicai wiped the crystal clearness of her mouth, and the soul fire of the wolf blood illustrator was burning. She lay on the desk, waving her stern pen and writing quickly. Her eyes fell on Gong Jiu from time to time, describing the details, and her eyes were shiny and bright, and the green light burst out. Gong Jiu is a good model, and she often shows all kinds of seductive models. Su Caicai drew a picture of a beauty lying in drunkenness.

Gong Jiu put on a red robe, revealing her clear-textured chest. She looked as bright as jade. She slowly walked to Su Caicai, stretched out her delicate hand and picked up Su Caicai's painting. Her red lips were slightly raised: "Well, the painting is good."

His phoenix eyes raised towards Su Caicai, and his eyebrows were curved and said, "It's time to draw you for your teacher next."

Su Caicai has a bad premonition.

Then she was knocked down by Gong Jiu.

The green thin shirt was torn apart by Gong Jiu. He rudely spread her legs and stretched out his fingers into her tightness. The path was dry and tight. He thrust hard for a while until the honey water wet his whole palm, and then he used a clean wolf hair to drill into her sap-filled path. Su Caicai's whole body collapsed into a string, with a bow and no hair, and it was very close to collapse. The delicate and sensitive place was licked by a soft brush. The heart-wrenching itch and the sour bones were sore. Su Caicai's body was flowing with an unbearable heat flow. She clearly felt that some warm liquid seemed to be spraying out from the center of the stamen. Her face was red, and she felt like she was incontinence.

She hung on Gong Jiu's body with no strength, her red lips slightly opened, she was breathing gently, her snowy skin and rouge, and her crystal spit.

Gong Jiu held her in his arms and sat on a stool. While stroking her delicate and smooth back skin, he held the wet wolf hair and evenly on the ink inkstone. He curled his pen and carefully drew it on the rice paper. The painting style was streamlined but it was profound and profound, with a great style. When he took Su Caicai to wake up from the afterglow, Gong Jiu happened to finish drawing a picture.

He spread the painted roll in front of Su Caicai.

On the rice paper, the man in the half-closed clothes on the couch was squinting his eyes, gentle and elegant, with a phoenix eyes raised, holding a little bit of tenderness. It was Gong Jiu who Su Caicai had just painted. At this moment, the man in the painting was sitting on a small green-clad beauty. The beauty's hair was messy, and she spread her legs apart, her breasts were exposed, her arms were hanging on both sides, and her neck was slightly tilted back, looking delicate, but her posture was very scathing. The painting was obviously still, but the little beauty's breasts were rippling, as if she was really sitting on the man's body.

Beautiful and charming, spring is muddy.

It makes people feel dry.

Su Caicai swallowed.

Gong Jiu pushed a strand of wet hair on Su Caicai's cheek, kissed her pink little face, pointed to the man in the painting and said, "This is for the teacher, you painted it." His fingers moved horizontally, pointed to the woman on the man's body, and said in a doting way, "This is for the teacher, you painted it."

Su Caicai stared straight at the two men and women entangled on the rice paper.

For some reason, she felt very strange. She held her breath and could hear the panting of the woman in the painting in a trance.

The heart was pounding, and Su Caicai found that she was shamelessly moist again.

Gong Jiu's palm slid down, reached between her legs, and squeezed in.

He took Su Caicai's pink earlobes and said hoarsely: "Su'er, do you think this inkstone is very familiar? Haha, do you still remember when your juice was wet with you on the desk for the first time. "I noticed that Su Caicai's body trembled, Gong Jiu's lips rippled, and he smiled like a white orchid, "So this erotic palace is done with your juice. If you smell it, you can still smell the smell of your place on this paper. It's so sweet. My teacher will keep it for you."

With a bang, Su Caicai's head exploded.

His body was as red as a cooked shrimp, and it was so cooked that it was smoked.

Later, there was another beautiful spring love, and the author temporarily did not write.

In short, in the following years, under Gong Jiu's coercion, Su Caicai drew more than a dozen pictures of the erotic palace, all of which were drawn with her own juice, and left behind the Wanfang scroll, bound it into a book, hidden in the bookshelf in the innermost part of the Chenyu Pavilion. She was used by Gong Jiu with a secret technique. Only the two could open it. It became a beautiful and beautiful song in the vast years. Even if the two were separated for a long time in the future, the secrets in this album still accompanied them through day and night and through the ages.

...It's gone far again.

At that time, Su Caicai, who was painting a erotic picture, heard a strange bass.

"Little Junior Sister, is Master here with you?"

Gong Jiu frowned and said impatiently: "Yu Chen? Why did he come out of seclusion so early?" He turned around and quickly put on the beauty bag. While pushing open the door, he complained in a low voice, "It's really disappointing."

Su Caicai was a little nervous when she met the legendary second senior brother Yu Chen for the first time. After all, Yu Chen left a psychological shadow on Su Caicai in "Warm and Sauce". This man had a strong desire to control himself and had a slight sexual abuse tendency. When Su Caicai read the novel, she felt that whip candles and other things were really exciting and shy, but if these tools were used on the female supporting role Su Caier, Su Caicai felt that her anus was very tight.

She put away her pen, hid in the crack of the door, and secretly looked at Yu Chen outside the door.

He has a handsome face and a graceful Tianyi. He seems to have a vast aura on his body, like a floating phantom of a golden dragon waving away.

Su Caicai cursed secretly.

A beast in clothing.

Yu Chen said respectfully: "Master, I have been watching the stars at night in Qiling Cave for nearly five years. Ziwei Doushu, the star plate changes, and I found that the seven evil spirits were shifting, and the shape of the Greedy Wolf was moving, but Pojun was slow to appear. I don't know this pattern. When will Ziwei take the throne?"

Gong Jiu said slowly: "But I still remember what my teacher once told you."

Yu Chen said: "Of course I remember that the Seven Evils are the fifth junior brother Ci Xue, and the Greedy Wolf is the emperor brother Yu Quanran. Pojun is the son of heaven. When the Seven Evils, Greedy Wolf, Pojun meets in the three directions and four directions of the Life Palace, "kill, Po, Wolf" gathers, and the world will change its owner and be irreversible."

Gong Jiu said: "That's it. Just wait for Pojun to appear, and it will be the time for you to obtain the throne."

Yu Chen thought, "But what if this Pojun has not appeared?"

Pojun, Qing Wu.

Su Caicai was a little dazed.

The plot seems to be there all the time.

The author has something to say: colleagues advised Xiwu to cherish this opportunity. He talked a lot, and his head was dizzy, so he didn't mention resignation. He spent a day dealing with the accountant, and could not absorb so much content, and a large number of brain cells died.

So, there is no inspiration to cook chicken now...

Huh, the update may get late.

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Thank you for the grenades in the corner of the wall, Jesskim, Qi Yue's landmines stained, hug the group! o(*≧▽≦)㄄
Chapter completed!