Kong Yu was lying on Lu Yu's bed with a little bit of sadness. She didn't know whether she should tell the elder that the fox was still alive. She quietly turned sideways and touched the tattoo on her chest, tears dancing in her eyes.
,A killer cannot fall in love with his prey.
About an hour later, Lu Yu finally stopped. Wen Ling, dripping with sweat, was wrapped around Lu Yu's body like an octopus. She stroked Lu Yu's handsome face, feeling very satisfied. The two of them owned each other. Who was it?
I don't want to disturb this moment of peace first.
Lu Yu's fingers kept moving back and forth along her smooth and silky back. After a long time, he finally spoke. "Poor, are you really not going with me?"
Wen Ling changed his posture, adjusted the structure in front of him, and said nothing.
"Haha", Lu Yu picked her up and let her face face him, "Do you love me?"
"I don't love you." Wen Lingjiao smiled and pressed her face against Lu Yu's. Her smooth little face made Lu Yu feel pity for him, "Why."
"You love Sister Fang." Wen Ling said aggrievedly, "Look at the way you looked just now, you were clearly venting your dissatisfaction."
Lu Yu used his shoulders to straighten her body. He could not refute. Wen Ling was right. This time, he felt very guilty.
When Wen Ling saw it, she gently pecked him on the lips, "Don't be sad, your performance is still good, I will reward you~" [
"What's the reward?" Lu Yu's hand continued to wander.
"Well... let me give you a sweet kiss." He said and leaned over again.
"No! Why do you always want to take advantage of me, you gangster!" Lu Yu followed Li Kexin's example and covered his mouth.
"Then what do you want! This?" Wen Ling's little hand reached into the quilt again.
"Sex devil! Let him go!" Lu Yu lightly knocked Wen Ling's forehead and continued, "Give me your woman!"
"You really want to complain..." Wen Ling, who was still in high spirits, suddenly collapsed on Lu Yu. She teased Lu Yu's body, seeming to be aggrieved for herself, "I am such a big flower.
I gave you the girl, and you are still thinking about someone else! You are so heartless! I have done all that kind of thing, and you are still not satisfied! You idiot, gangster, philandering, wretched man, weird uncle..." She said more and more.
It was outrageous, and his hands were not idle, making Lu Yu stick out his tongue. The depression caused by Fang Qing was temporarily put aside. He hooked Wen Ling's chin with his index finger and said seriously: "Look what's going on in your mind.
, I was wondering whether I should kill her."
"Why do you want to kill her?" Wen Ling asked.
"She knows my identity."
"I know that too, why don't you kill me!"
"You are different from him."
"Haha~" The sense of superiority came again, Wen Ling smiled proudly, "Tell me, why is it different~".
"You are stupid." Lu Yu touched her head.
"Pa." Wen Ling suddenly changed his face and patted her chest coquettishly, "You are stupid." After patting her, she lay on the same spot again, "Actually, she is also a pitiful person."
"Don't quibble over your old lover, okay." Lu Yu pushed away from her, hid aside, gave her the quilt, and lay naked on Wen Ling's bed.
"What I said is true!" Wen Ling quickly held the quilt and sat on Lu Yu's waist. She obediently pressed Lu Yu's shoulders. Lu Yu closed his eyes and listened to her.[
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Dongcheng District, Taihe Martial Arts Hall. In a room enshrining the ancestor's memorial tablet, two people were sitting. An old man and a middle-aged man.
The old man has only one eye, his eyebrows are curved downward, and he has a short figure and is not thin. Under a very unfashionable white vest, his once strong body is looming. His deltoid muscles are extremely scary, and his shoulders that are not originally broad are accentuated.
She felt much stronger. She took three incense sticks and bowed to her masters.
"Master." Shang Kun was kneeling aside and said with his head lowered: "This time, it will be my uncle who comes to seize the tripod. We are not completely sure."
"I know." The old man filled the incense table.
He turned around slowly, with a look of exhaustion on his face, then reached out and took out a dark red wooden box from under the altar table. The box was not big, only one foot long and wide, but the box body was made of a single leaf.
Made of red sandalwood. Red sandalwood is becoming less and less rare. It can be said to be the most precious wood. Such a large shape can be sold for a lot of money. I wiped it with a towel, gently opened the buckle, and
Put it in and find a "golden tripod" inside the box.
It's said to be a golden tripod, but it's actually just an ironware inlaid with gold. It's a dark tripod that's been around for who knows how many years. The chi patterns on it stand out and are coated with thick gold paint. The strips interlock with each other, and the years have passed.
It still shines despite the disturbance. The appearance of the black background with gold patterns is mysterious, rich and simple.
He rubbed the lines on the tripod and remained silent.
"I found a master and he agreed to help." Shang Kun showed full respect for the old man.
The old man didn't react at all and continued wiping.
"Someone saw that my uncle had already had dinner with several uncles. They may have colluded with each other. We are really in danger this time."
"It's just inevitable, I'm getting old." The old man's remaining eye was half-opened, thoughtfully.
"Master!" Shang Kun couldn't hold his breath, "Do you want to hand over the golden tripod in such a cowardly manner?"
"You are wrong, I will not hand over this cauldron!" The old man sighed, "I have washed my hands in a golden basin. This cauldron is not something I can pick up. Whether I can keep it depends on your luck." He said.
He raised his eyelids and looked at Shang Kun, then handed over the golden tripod in his hand. When Shang Kun saw this, he knocked his head to the ground and did not dare to take it.
"I, the Xingyi Sect, have dominated the martial arts world for two hundred years, and this tripod is the best witness." The old man dragged the golden tripod and looked at the spiritual tablet in front of him and murmured. "It's a pity that the same roommate was at war, and Xiao Qiang caused trouble, and we lived in peace for the rest of our lives.
In my later years, my colleagues came to snatch it away. If I hadn't broken off this eye, I wouldn't have fallen into such a desperate situation. Haha, retribution, retribution." As he said this, he looked at the statue of "Xingyi Patriarch Li Luoneng",
The vicissitudes of life are overwhelming.
"Master, you don't have to worry too much, the person I invited is a master." Shang Kun thought of Lu Yu and quickly added.
"Haha, how high is it?"
"Far better than those like Li Kai and Chen Cheng!"
"Oh?" The old man became interested and turned to look at Shang Kun. "So, how does it compare to you?"
"It's better than three points." Shang Kun knelt on the ground and added, "I'm afraid it's more than three points."
"What kind of kung fu did he use?" The old man was thinking with his hands behind his back.
"Xingyiquan." Shang Kun responded.
"Shanxi school or Hebei school?"
"Can't tell."
"Can't you see? You can't even see it?" the old man was confused.
"Yes." Shang Kun replied.
When the old man heard this, his brows furrowed, he nodded and turned back, "That's it, that's all, you make the decision yourself, the future of our team depends on you."
"Master, then this cauldron..." Shang Kun looked at the box in front of him, feeling anxious.
"Take it away." The old man raised his drooping eyebrows, opened the door and walked out.
Seeing the old man going out, Shang Kun was excited with the golden tripod in his arms, "Master! I will definitely uphold the reputation of my sect!" Shang Kun shouted in his direction.
"I'll wait and see." The old man replied.
(An additional chapter will be added in the evening ~ around 10:00 ~)