The Northern Emperor Fan is here, although you can be sure that he is the Northern Emperor Fan at first sight.
Qingshui was helping Zhang Yue with many questions in the Yushen Hall, but Zhang Yue left. There was no one here at the Yushen Hall at this time, so Qingshui didn't care when this woman came. When she saw it, she had already walked into the Yushen Hall yard. Qingshui was generally not in the Yushen Hall hall hall hall hall hall hall. Of course, the hall was just a living room. When Zhang Yue had nothing to do, he would also be in the small courtyard or on his second floor.
This woman is very tall and wearing a snow-white samurai suit. Qingshui never thought that a person could wear a simple samurai suit like this. When he saw it, it seemed to be deeply imprinted into his mind. A head of black hair was casually draped on his shoulders. His skin was better than snow. His dark eyes seemed to have infinite charm, but they were very clear, like the most beautiful and dazzling black gem. Qingshui didn't expect that a person's eyes could be so beautiful.
The eyes were indescribably calm, and the soft, dark eyebrows were straight, exuding an indescribable strange charm. She faced the sky, but was fascinating to the whole country. A holy, high-pressure, but transcendent feeling spreading towards the surroundings like water marks.
She has a very good figure. The upright part on her chest tightens the snow-white warrior suit, but it is just right. But anyone will feel that she is really majestic, with a willow waist and plump buttocks, and the most beautiful and softest lines between her waist and hips. It is said that the details of the two parts of a woman’s beauty are the most important.
The slender pair of jade legs and the plump and round buttocks are also the most perfect link. There is no gap between the legs. Standing there, people can enter a state of emptiness.
She is so beautiful that she harms the country and the people, but she does not feel blasphemous.
Qingshui now understands why women like Nuolan will praise her and will sigh as bad as she is. Qingshui also paid attention to her breath. As Nuolan said, this is a very unique woman, which really makes people feel like they have no desires and no desires.
This is a kind of intuition, the intuition of many people is very clear.
Qingshui withdrew her gaze and stood up: "Are you sick?"
Qingshui did it on purpose. After all, he is the Yushen Hall. Although he is a terminal illness, some people will try it, so this sentence is not an exaggeration.
The woman shook her head: "You are that Qingshui?"
A woman's voice is not the kind of crisp female voice, but the magnetic like a Sanskrit sound. This sound makes Qingshui's pores open all over her body, and she feels comfortable to moan and moan.
Qingshui in his previous life had heard some nice sounds. The sound was very charming and sounded like a pleasure. In fact, many people have it, and some women even have a good voice, but they are not good-looking.
There were so many nice sounds heard in Qingshui in Jiuzhou. Almost all his women spoke in charming words, but the woman in front of him was very different, because her appearance and temperament combined with this particularly wonderful sound could reach this level.
Even if Shenhuang, Dan Tai Lingyan and Yiye Jiange were a little close to this woman, the impact on Qingshui was not as strong as this woman.
Sometimes it's like this, and there is no reason. Qingshui wouldn't say that this woman's voice sounds better than his woman's voice, but many aspects are added to it when the voice is not complete.
"I am, are you looking for me?" Qingshui asked.
"I just take a look. My father asked me to come to see you again and again. By the way, I'll tell you that I'm not interested in men."
The words that made Qingshui feel ecstatic and shocked Qingshui.
"You are not interested in men, oh, I understand, you like women." Qingshui said, thinking in his heart, it's a pity that such a woman does not like men, I have to say that this is a huge loss for men.
"I don't like women either, I don't like feelings." The woman said calmly.
"Emotions are divided into many ways, such as family, friendship and love. Since you can come here because of your father's words, it seems that you do not reject family, at most you can say that you don't like love." Qingshui felt in front of this woman. The other party was like a pool of lakes. She was serious, but it still made people pleasing to the eye. The words she said were stiff and kept from others thousands of miles away, but it was still ecstatic.
"Maybe!" the woman said lightly.
"Well, are you here telling me that you don't like men?" Qingshui asked curiously...
"I'm here to fight you, I'm going to knock you down. I've said that I don't consider a man who is weaker than me." Bei Huangfan said.
Qingshui quickly shook his head: "I didn't mess with you, you'd better not attack me, and I didn't force you to marry me. You don't like men, but I don't like you either, it's weird."
Beihuang Fan was slightly stunned: "I don't like men or women, but you can think whatever you want. Come up and fight, or will I tear you down?"
Qingshui looked at Beihuangfan with dissatisfaction: "Are you being reasonable?"
"No!"
The two very simple words made Qingshui feel a little hot. When he met someone who didn’t play cards like this, he really didn’t know how to deal with it. However, his mind changed: “I won’t fight you. If you want to fight, I won’t fight back.”
Bang!
Qingshui had just finished speaking and flew into the air. The woman had already taken action, and the speed made Qingshui feel cold.
Bang!
The woman's figure shook, and Qingshui felt a slap in her chest again. Fortunately, Qingshui's defense was strong enough, but Qingshui felt that the power hitting her was getting stronger and stronger.
Bang!
This time, only the eyes felt sore. The woman slapped him in the eye and before she could say anything, she was punched in the nose.
The force was not strong, but Qingshui's eyes turned blue and his nose was bleeding. He was punched on the cheek when he entered this time.
The woman seemed to be not fighting back regardless of Qingshui, punching each other, making Qingshui's angry aura grow.
The woman seemed to feel that Qingshui would not fight back. At this time, Qingshui's head was swollen and planned to punch him and become an assistant.
When Qingshui saw that the woman had no fun, she forgot that she would not fight back before, so she grabbed her with a dragon-capturing hand.
After this grab, he was stunned. Qingshui's hand tightly grasped the upright part of his chest, and he had a brief dizziness. Qingshui also forgot to let go. Instinctive Beihuang Fan wanted to move, but he was dizzy. Then he was dizzy and forgot to knock Qingshui's hand.
Qingshui instinctively grabbed it twice, soft, smooth, and full of elasticity, and an indescribable feeling.
Bang!
At this time, the woman punched her and hit Qingshui directly at the mouth of the heart. There was no golden light from the divine golden armor, but blood flowed out from the corner of Qingshui's mouth.
Beihuang Fan did not shout or scream, nor did he say that Qingshui was flowing downwards, but just looked at Qingshui calmly: "I have a sword in my hand and will kill you."
"I feel you are pitiful." Qingshui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Qingshui's pity, Beihuangfan's eyes flashed for the first time different from the usual calm gaze. He looked at Qingshui: "You are not qualified to pity me. What are you? What kind of master?"