I and Zhao Lang undressed and spent the spring night under a hibiscus bed tent.

Making love with the person you love is a kind of satisfaction.

The empress hooked Zhao Wujiang's neck, her breath was like blue, and her eyes were as charming as silk.

The pain disappears and turns into hot joy.

Don't do it once and don't stop doing it the second time, which means that you are reluctant to do it the first time because of the pain, and you are reluctant to stop because of the pleasure the second time.

Go in and out, open and close, relax in a controlled manner, thrust in and out, keep trying.

Until they all spoke in unison, one gasped and the other groaned.

In a blink of an eye, it was dark and the stars blinked.

Time really seems to fly by in vain.

But what Zhao Wujiang truly feels is that time is like a white tiger.

The empress's exquisite and proud body was pressed against Zhao Wujiang's body. The moon was rare, the stars were sparse, the evening breeze was warm, and her husband had returned. She had too many depressions and sad thoughts to express.

Zhao Wujiang hugged her and let her ramble on, pouring out her worries one by one.

In front of Zhao Wujiang, this empress, who was majestic and tense all day long, let go of all her strong support and restraint and let her softness blossom freely.

Zhao Wujiang listened quietly and hugged the empress tighter and tighter. He actually had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

He has experienced many things and learned the truth from the Taoist Divine Counter of the Human Sect.

But he still had many doubts and remained somewhat skeptical about what the divine fortune teller said.

He didn't completely believe what the fortune teller said. Maybe the fortune teller was deceiving him?

He had luck in his heart, but more importantly, he felt calm and helpless in the face of the coming outcome.

He initially wanted to get the answer, but found that after getting part of the answer, he wanted to know even more.

He wanted to know what the big world like the fortune teller Ni Bodhisattva and the others was like. Is it full of weird things, including fairies, gods, ghosts and monsters?

He wanted to know what were the things that the fortune teller and his team were looking for when they first came to this world?

Maybe after I get it, I can break the dilemma?

He wants to know what other plans the divine fortune teller has for him?

The fortune teller just told him that the sword master wanted him to grow up and fight side by side, so is this the whole reason why the fortune teller pushed him to become stronger and stronger?

He also wanted to know how he could survive.

He knows that he has been given the last destiny by this world and carries the destiny of the world, and those who want the world to collapse and seize the destiny of the world will definitely not let him live.

Is there any way to avoid it?

He doesn't know the answer.

He also had an answer.

Before it collapses, something must be done.

So he turned over and pressed the empress under him again.

Only this time, the empress gave a coquettish cry, pushed him away, and pressed him under her body. She was three parts shy and five parts tender:

"This time, I will be on top."

Send the dragon into the abyss, and the spring breeze will cross the Yumen Pass again.

Lingering comes back again.

Zhao Wujiang's mind was gradually filled. The ups and downs of the empress were extremely beautiful. The delicate cheeks that usually did not see the sun had a touch of paleness, but now they were all turned into clouds of sunset, rosy and charming, and I felt pity for her.

The empress' body and mind were gradually filled.

When she recalled the scene when she first met Zhao Wujiang, she wanted to laugh a little and cry a little.

It's a pity that she was not happy on the day she met him, maybe because they met too late.

The daily trivial matters of the past, the bumps and ups and downs, seemed to be integrated with her current ups and downs, with sounds up and down, and things in her mouth.

One hour, two hours.

Once, twice, three times.

Three hours, four hours, from dark to dawn, the ice and snow in the valley in late winter melted, and the water gurgled.

Zhao Wujiang left his essence to the empress time and time again, willingly.

Until, the glue of a gentleman is as light as water.

He just stopped.
Chapter completed!