(On the train home, I didn’t get home until twelve o’clock. It’s not convenient to code. Brothers, please refresh it at three o’clock in the morning...)
An abandoned ruins full of Jiutianhangong flowers.
We welcomed the second figure of the day.
A man holding a sword and dressed in green came here leisurely.
At the entrance to the ruins, he did not go in immediately. Instead, he twisted a Nine Heavens Winter Palace Flower between his fingers, turned his head with interest, and looked at the slender back of the "interesting divorced girl" who had led him here.
The man holding the sword imitated a certain brat and muttered, "We meet each other everywhere in life." Then he tightened his grip on the sword, turned around with a smile, and walked into the ruins.
Wearing very bright green clothes, he shuttled between ancient and deserted ruined buildings. Along the way, the man holding a sword kept stopping and changing his route, avoiding some interesting but weird taboo places.
Not long after, he arrived near the center of the ruins.
The shore of a hot spring pool.
The Jiutianhangong flowers on the grass beside the hot spring are in particularly lush bloom.
Looking down from a high altitude, the bright moon is like a shining nine-day Han Palace flower, like a bright jade plate.
And a crystal pavilion is located between these large and small "jade plates", crystal clear and shining.
In the pavilion, there was a tall woman sitting at the crystal table.
This time she arrived as promised, her body was transparent and invisible, she was wearing a floor-length blue-gold palace dress, and the waist of the dress was extremely slender.
The tall woman held in one hand an ordinary Jiutianhangong flower similar to Li Bai's.
The other hand seemed to be placed on the table, with the sleeve sliding down the transparent and delicate arm.
She was supporting her head with the back of her hands and looking straight ahead in silence.
Wait quietly.
The tall woman's temperament in the pavilion is very consistent with this ancient and quiet ruins. She just doesn't speak and seems to blend into the environment.
The man holding the sword and going to the appointment came not far outside the pavilion and looked at the tall woman in the pavilion who was still the same as before.
That was the case the last time I saw her.
His temperament is noble and dignified, quiet and majestic, like a lonely and profound king.
Or rather it is.
However, the last time we met was on another continent.
At that time, he also went to the appointment with his sword in hand, and she came to accept the appointment.
However, the "Li" in the pavilion in front of him met him last time in the form of an ordinary female cultivator from Yunmengzhou.
But this time, she came with two bright moons.
Li Bai did not enter the pavilion, but stood outside, holding his sword and laughing:
"Damn it, it's really troublesome to see you once."
The tall woman didn't talk nonsense, she just raised a transparent hand under her wide sleeves.
She moved toward the man holding the sword in the pavilion and gently grabbed him from the air.
In an instant, the sword in Li Bai's arms that had been with him countless days and nights soared into the air and flew into the crystal pavilion.
Li Bai did not stop him.
It seems to have been expected, not unexpected.
In the crystal pavilion, a tall woman held the sword with an ancient text engraved on the blade.
Hold horizontally with one hand.
Keep your eyebrows level and high.
She seemed to be watching the sword silently.
There is pure white moonlight, overflowing from the scabbard, spreading along the woman's transparent hand, along the arm, all the way into the luxurious blue-gold sleeves
For a moment, the outline of her transparent and delicate hands was outlined.
After losing his sword, Li Bai still hugged his chest as usual. At this time, he was quietly watching from outside the pavilion.
In the pavilion, the transparent and tall woman reacts with the sword.
Just like the old Qingjun who had ascended to heaven for four years, he tried to draw his sword again and again...
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Over the ruins, the crescent-shaped glazed dome became brighter and brighter.
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(In response to the opinions of book friends, in place of this part, I will post a follow-up to Su Xiaoxiao's "Living in Qiantang, My Concubine's Surname is Su")
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Lidu, Xiaogushan.
In the early morning, in the bamboo house where Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao stayed, there was a scene of red sleeves adding fragrance...
After about a stick of incense.
Zhao Rong finally coaxed Su Xiaoxiao to run away from home and never see Zhao Lang again.
She just felt that this was another major crisis in her short "fox life". She was deceived by Zhao Rong and fell into the den of thieves, and could no longer escape.
When you meet someone who is not kind, woo woo woo.
Zhao Rong looked ashamed and a little embarrassed.
He looked at the little girl who was about to cry and took a step forward.
While holding her in his arms, he rubbed her little head.
Su Xiaoxiao ignored her at first, but later she still hugged her lover.
Not long after.
Seeing that it was late, Zhao Rong had already been with Xiaoxiao all morning.
He coughed lightly, hinting at something.
Su Xiaoxiao pretended not to hear.
Zhao Rong said directly: "Okay, Xiaoxiao, the game is over, we should get down to business."
Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head, "What's the business?"
"What's the matter?"
"What, what, what's the business?"
"..." Zhao Rong opened his mouth and stopped the matryoshka.
The little fox demon continued to nest the dolls and muttered: "If you don't say anything about it, how can I know about it?"
Zhao Rong was speechless, "Stop, stop, stop going around, your tongue will be tied."
Before, she forced him to get up and study, but she vaguely agreed to many requests.
For example...after reading the book.
She promised to be a female celebrity for Zhao Rong.
At this moment, in the wooden house in the bamboo forest, in front of the desk.
Zhao Rong hugged Su Xiaoxiao into his arms to prevent her from running away.
He hugged her from behind, and they sat on top of each other on a chair.
Zhao Rong glanced at the jade flute still held by the beautiful lady in his arms, blinked, and whispered in her ear:
"Well, I heard that... someone has learned a new musical instrument and is very talented in music theory... How about I also teach you a... new 'instrument'?"
Su Xiaoxiao: “…”
Zhao Rong smiled brightly.
A little fox demon who just wants to be a talented woman and knows everything about music, chess, calligraphy and painting feels something is wrong.
She said nonchalantly: "What...what musical instrument?"
Zhao Rong tightened his arms around the chubby little one in his arms, lowered his head, took her small and exquisite soft white ear beads with his lips, held them in his mouth, sucked lightly, blew in the hot air, and sucked hard again
Wow.
"Zi~"
In the quiet study room illuminated by the early morning sun, some sounds of saliva broke the tranquility.
The beautiful woman in her arms trembled, and then she struggled, but it was just a symbolic effort.
He soon fell into Zhao Rong's arms.
Zhao Rong tightened her again, and kept moving his mouth and tongue. He continued to hold Su Xiaoxiao's pearl-like ear beads in his mouth, licking them little by little, tasting them carefully.
He felt an aftertasteful sweetness in his mouth, light and milky.
Just like after taking a milk bath, without wiping, a woman's skin will naturally be immersed in the wonderful taste of skin care.
Zhao Rong enjoys it as sweet as a cake.
This was the familiar smell of Su Xiaoxiao's sweat.
The tip of Zhao Rong's nose was still filled with her pleasant fragrance.
This stupid girl's body is probably due to the fox tribe's innate charm and ability to serve men's fetishes.
Or she is naturally beautiful, naturally beautiful, and is the most wonderful person in the world.
The small and delicate body is like a cup of magic potion that seduces Zhao Rong into committing crimes and makes the evil fire in his lower abdomen even stronger.
Zhao Rong casually hugged it, smelled it, and tasted it. The taste was endless and his mouth was filled with saliva.
Just want to ask for more.
This stupid little fox demon is simply trying to seduce people to death without repaying their lives.
The most important thing is that every time she looks stupid and innocent, shouting, please, please, please, please, please, please...
The little fox demon was confused: "Uh-huh...uh~"
Zhao Rong buried his head into the trembling Su Xiaoxiao's neck, took a deep breath, and soon could no longer restrain the burning in his lower abdomen.
Zhao Rong opened his mouth, and with a somewhat domineering movement, he took her whole little ear into his mouth, biting and licking it, wishing he could smash it into pieces and swallow it.
At the same time, he whispered in Su Xiaoxiao's ear, his words a little unclear:
"Little author, if you write again, the book will be gone."