Chapter 211 The boundless scenery

"Where is this?" I walked into the flowers and found that these flowers were exactly the same as the scenery on the banks of the Yellow Spring River. Is it also a Hades?

"It's not anywhere. There is chaos and nothingness outside. It depends on where you want to put it." Jiang Qiyun stood behind me with his hands in his arms, and his voice was a little cold, "Don't worry about this for now, Mu Xiaoqiao, what's going on with your clothes?"

...You won't watch it?

My clothes were torn to pieces, and Mu Wanchen had a hole in the back. It was like a leak in the front and back. And I was standing in the water just now, feeling so embarrassed that I looked like a refugee.

"I still have the fabric on my body, thank God, just break it if it breaks..." I quickly passed on this question perfunctorily.

He snorted coldly and pulled me to the abrupt three-story building, inside... there was nothing except the basic decorations of my room.

"There is no time to make a difference. I just made a shell, and I only remember the decorations of your room at home."

I was speechless. At least you remember my pillows and quilts? You only remember the bed sheets...

It's normal to have cold water only, unless he enlightens the paper maid to cook with all his heart and soul.

I took off my wet clothes and washed them with cold water. His robe was placed on the sink, which I was very funny.

Like a tailing cloak, air leaking everywhere.

"Qiyun..." I walked out of the bathroom. He sat on the bay window with one leg bent and looked at the view outside.

"...There is nothing here." He said lightly: "It's similar to the Underworld. Whether the flowers bloom or the flowers are defeated, it will change every three thousand years, and there will be no change."

I walked to him barefoot, dragging my robe.

"I have never understood why old man Ziwei and Taiyi God can look at the world so leisurely and elegantly for thousands of years? Although they also have priesthood, they are all very loving and selfless. How many gods can be like them?"

"Where are you?" I asked softly, his side face becoming a little soft under the gorgeous red clouds in the sky.

The ice-carved face, no matter what kind of light it reflects, can capture people's hearts. Even if he used a mask to conceal his pity, he eventually became acquainted with his personal feelings, and the cold blade gradually became sheathed.

"I? I am probably the least progressive god. Looking at the ever-changing world of the world, I have no interest. Looking at the scattered immortals in the Nine Heavens, I don't want to be like them. The underworld is even more boring. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is fixed, and there is no birth and change-"

He said this and suddenly turned back to me.

The outer robe was just loosely covered with his body. He raised his cold hand and reached in, slashed across his skin without vain, brushed over the softness of his chest, slid to his waist, and took me in front of him.

The curve of the lower abdomen is much more obvious than before. It used to be plain, but now it looks like a small hill.

"It's only then that's how..." He stroked the back of his hand and picked me up and sat on his lap.

This posture is not often used. I remember one time in the car, he used this posture to make me faint. In a trance, he saw Shen Qingrui's jealous eyes.

How long has it been? I turned my head and thought about it. It seemed like a long time, but I remembered it very clearly and could remember every detail clearly.

No woman would ignore her feelings at this time. Even the most feared first time, I remember the cold touch of the moment he leaned over in, and the sigh after he grindled in a while.

"... Qiyun?" I was a little dazed. When I thought of the past, I always felt that it was one illusory dream after another.

His cold lips were so real, and his delicate and lingering kisses fell on his chest.

"After the magic circle in Huangdao Village is broken, you don't have to hold a ghost marriage... You said before that after I complete the task, you can let me live alone quietly. In fact, when you said this, you didn't think about holding a wedding with me, right?" I held his head and wrapped my fingers around the long hair behind his shoulders.

He chuckled, the cold and soft slipped across the sensitivity of his chest. The dark golden pupils in his eyes were surging, and his tone was filled with a hint of evil: "At that time, you were so afraid of me and I was charged with so many crimes, and I didn't want to make myself bored."

After saying that, he bit and rubbed it carefully. This fatal touch made my waist start to tremble slightly.

"...It's a pity that later, I found that you are becoming more and more complicated and interesting." He kissed him, and his strong and slender fingers went down his back and hid into the end.

"I didn't expect a person to have such a complicated emotion. I watched you cry, I looked at you, I was angry, gritted my teeth and endured, unwilling to be shy, but I showed my eyes of begging for mercy and infatuation. Listening to you humming a broken voice in a crying voice, whether it is pain or pleasure, you will be tight and trembling all over your body... I think it's very interesting. I see you blooming under you with a sense of accomplishment, hum..." He smiled dullly, his voice with a hint of smugness.

I felt his invasion and held his shoulders tightened my body.

The cold touch and familiar touch are entangled with me again and again, turning into spring water, soaking the bone marrow.

"Look, no matter how many times you have, you are like this..." He whispered in his ear with a smile, gently stroked his fingers with mucus on his lower abdomen, and asked, "Have you pushed it?"

I nodded in the discomfort, hoping to adapt quickly: "This... is too deep, not good..."

He frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied. I sat like this and tried my best to open my legs to make the curve of my lower abdomen obvious. He had not completely entered. This discovery made me both upset and ashamed.

"Not now... the baby is growing up, you can't be as rough as before." I discussed with him with a tough bullet.

"Hmph..." He never admitted that he was rude, as if he should have done so.

I couldn't tell whether the soft light outside the window was the morning glow or the sunset. I only knew that the warm light draped on his shoulders shattered my eyes, and that layer of gentle warmth melted his cold skin.

Looking down in confusion, my body was covered with delicate sweat. The manzhusha on my chest was like a slight rain of morning dew, and the blush was wet. Whose eyes were confused and whose heart was confused?

No matter how careful and scrupled, some storms are still fast and fierce when they come, and they are not enough to bump and imprint again and again! This kind of madness that is enough to make people destructive is not enough.

Bone-abundant love, despair and greedy obsession.

Even if they fall from the clouds together, they will be like fish jumping out of the water. They are still thinking about supporting each other and sticking to their bodies tightly.

"... Are you still afraid of me?" His slightly cold forehead gently pressed against my forehead.

"...I'm afraid." I replied in a hoarse voice, afraid of being separated from you and afraid that I can't hold your sleeves.

I didn't have the strength to raise my hand, and my waist trembled so much that my voice changed. But I still stubbornly kept him, unwilling to leave his breath range, and he was the same, and he was unwilling to withdraw after it was over.

...

"...I don't know the feeling of love before I have you." He whispered in his ear.

"After you, all the tastes in the world will be gone..."

"I'm not interested in the Immortal Palace Garden or Lihentian."

He chuckled, with a hint of ridicule-
Chapter completed!