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midnight.

Zhao Wujiang twisted his hands and pushed open the door.

The heavy rain stopped, the night sky was washed, and it was deep.

The round moon is high, and it is sprinkled in the Lan Ruo Temple.

The monks have been resting, and the incense candle in the main hall is burning.

Zhao Wujiang passed through the promenade, stepped into the center of Lan Ruo Temple, looked up at the ancient trees, and looked around to investigate. It was found that there was no abnormality.

The vine went to the side of the side of the side of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Under the moon, the ancient temple was quiet. On the other side of the ancient tree, there was an old monk sitting quietly with both hands and gently reciting the scriptures.

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"Shi Mei, did you rest? I suddenly remembered something." Li Xuan was holding a bronze oil lamp, and gently moved Yang Miaozhen and Wei Qingling's door of the room. He looked gentle and waited quietly.

For a long time, there was no sound in the room. In response, he was not surprised, but in his hands and pointed at the sword, picked it in the door, and then pushed the door of the room.

The room was dark, and the oil lamps were shook. On the bed, Yang Miaoxin and Wei Qingling, who were sleeping, were sleeping. There was a peach and wooden sword on the front of the bed.

Li Xuan turned to close the door and put the oil lamp on the table. The two sisters were asleep and couldn't wake up. That was because he added the rune water after the sleeping symbol was burned over in the previous tea.

This is a symbol that makes people feel at ease and sleeps, and raises and stains. Now he just uses him another use.

The candlelight was shining in the house, Li Xuan slowly stepped forward, and smiled gentlely: "Sister sister, cold winter and night, be careful of cold."

He opened the bedding and revealed two graceful bodies wearing satin underwear.

Yang Miaozhen's face is quiet, and the cold and beautiful face is a little coquettish at this moment, and the messy hair adds a touching charm.

Li Xuan licked the corner of his mouth, and the purple light floated in his eyes, revealing the obscenity that was no longer concealed.

The human body is the world, and the beauty of the seven emotions and six desires, the beauty of Yang Miaozhen, in addition to the exquisite and cold temperament, more importantly, the red dust of the human section.

After this red dust will make the rest of the people who have been cultivated by the people, they will not help but be affectionate. They will cover up a layer of desire deeply on the face.

As if the beauty is between this face.

The satin shirts on Yang Miaozhen's chest were raised high. If she woke up at this moment, she would definitely not see her toes.

Of course, she can only see the full arc when she bowed her head on weekdays.

The sudden exaggerated arc that gradually spread under the waist and the waist, which made the satin shirt look somewhat cramped, and could not cover her exquisiteness of her body.

Li Xuan just looked at it slowly. He waited for Yang Miaozhen to call Yang Miao's lust, let the lust burn Yang Miaozhen, and ignited Wei Qingling next to him.

After that, he joined it and danced with the desire, not only to seize the cultivation of the two sisters, but also to reach the peak of eroticism.

Then, then

He wants to tell Daomen's three owners that who is the most outstanding Tianjiao of Daomen for thousands of years!

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Zhao Wujiang kept reading in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but no abnormalities were found.

These books are all Buddhist books, and obscure understanding.

And there are many books, and they are like a sea of ​​smoke. Even if the minds of the Prajna Sutra are in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he wants to find it.

Is it only time to stay, one by one, one by one? Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, and then the light was not much bright, and he picked up a Buddhist scripture.

The fire was reflected on his face, and he suddenly raised his head and saw that there were two words "mental methods" on the bookshelf.

Hmm? Why didn't you notice this classification before? Zhao Wujiang's doubts.

He squatted down and started to view the two rows of bookshelves in the mental classification.

Soon, he looked again, because he saw a gray -blue ancient copy, which read "Paranitus Sutra." Mind Method. "

Huh? Zhao Wujiang's second monk can't touch his head, so the top mind of the "Paradise" is like this?
Chapter completed!