It was just dawn, and the surrounding visibility was still very low. Only the outline of Gaoshan could be seen. The wooden house on the far right at the foot of the mountain suddenly opened a small door crack with a creak.
A little head poked out the door and looked around cautiously for a while. After seeing that there were no people around and heard no movement, a petite figure immediately jumped out of the door. The speed was not very fast, but not slow either.
The sound it makes wherever it passes is so small that you can't even hear it if you don't listen carefully.
I saw the black shadow cat walking to the second wooden house. When she came to the door, she first put her ear to the door frame and listened carefully to the movement inside. Afterwards, she found that she couldn't hear any sound, so she quietly opened the door.
Open the wooden door.
The process was very tense, as she was afraid that the door would make any unwanted noises. Fortunately, she was lucky, the wooden door was relatively strong and did not cause any problems for her.
After almost opening the wooden door, the black figure still looked back and looked around. Seeing that the surroundings were completely empty and silent, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and slipped into the door alone.
Arriving inside the house, the figure of the black figure was clearly lifted up, and the nervousness was evident at a glance.
The short cat walked lightly to the bed. The black shadow first looked up at the person on the bed, and found that the person was lying on the bed with his upper body bare and only a pair of shorts. His sleeping posture was that of a foreign woman like him.
I feel very bold and bold, and I can see that I am sleeping soundly.
The pretty face blushed slightly, and the figure secretly pouted: "Bah, he's still a child, he's so ugly when he sleeps."
Even so, the figure couldn't help but peek at the upper limbs of the person on the bed. Through the dim light coming from the window, she could carefully see that this man's upper limbs were very strong. He was not like those Mongolian men with huge muscles.
Man, this man's waist is very 'slender', which means he is half a circle thinner than those men with strong muscles.
But this does not affect the senses at all, because this man's psoas muscles are unusually tight, and the slightly bulging muscles leave no doubt about the power contained in this body. His chest muscles are not too big but have sharp edges, and he has an eight-pack abdomen.
The muscles are scattered and orderly, and the body is covered with various sword wounds and sword marks, giving this body a wild beauty.
It’s hard to say what kind of sense the figure has, because it is a natural beauty, just like a cheetah. People who practice martial arts know that you cannot make your muscles too big or strong, because this will cause the muscles to lose their explosive power.
This body has undoubtedly squeezed itself to the extreme. There is no more waste meat, and every piece is just right. It can be seen that the person's control over his body has reached the extreme.
Seeing that he was looking at a man's body and was slightly distracted, the figure sighed secretly in shame: "It's a sin, it's a sin. This bastard is still annoying."
As he spoke, he slowly straightened up his upper limbs, took out a bright dagger from his right hand to his waist, stared at the sleeping man with a complicated expression, and said inside: "Go to hell."
Then he swung the knife resolutely and pierced the man's heart on the bed. The cold light flashed, and the tip of the knife was about to touch the man's heart, and the figure was about to show joy.
At this time, the man opened his eyes.
A pair of calm eyes stared directly at the figure in the darkness. The figure was suddenly startled, as if she had seen a ghost. She also found that the dagger in her hand could no longer move forward, and no matter how hard she tried, it would be in vain.
"you"
Unable to help but cry out in shock, the figure felt his body light up, and instantly felt a sensation of soaring clouds and mist. His eyes turned black and then white, and he didn't know when he had arrived outside the house. He immediately felt a sharp pain in his buttocks.
"roll."
A light sound came from inside the house, but the figure was thrown out of the window by the man inside, and fell hard on her butt. Before she could cry out in pain, a familiar thing fell in front of her eyes and made a jingling sound in front of her.
Dang sound.
He turned his eyes and saw that it was the dagger he was holding just now. When he picked it up, he saw that the blade had been twisted into a twist, and what was even more severe was tied into a knot. What kind of finger power could do this?
Come to this point.
Staring hard at the wide open window in front of him, the figure limped up and left, covering his buttocks as he walked, and whispered unconvincingly: "Huh! Just wait and see, my princess!!"
When he felt the pain, he hissed slightly: "This is unreasonable. This rude man."
When the figure limped back to his residence, on a wooden roof at the far end, a strange man wearing a bamboo hat suddenly said haha: "What an interesting girl."
Not only him, but also several weirdos in each room showed smiles at the same time. They all knew when the figure slipped out of the door, but they found that she was going to that man's room, so no one stopped her.
Because even they knew it, and it was impossible for that man not to know it. It was strange that she was able to please her.
In the morning, the sky is bright.
Two women had already gotten up. One was dressed in black and was sitting quietly under the pergola, holding hot tea and drinking it. The other was wearing a floral dress and was looking around the barren cliffs and admiring.
It was Sheng Yin and Han Wugao. At this time, the four bearers had also stood up, including Quanzhen's six sons. They were sitting at two ends without disturbing each other. However, no one of the other men headed by Dongzhang had come out yet.
It is rare for martial arts practitioners to sleep to this point. In other words, it is not unreasonable that they can play together, but they are all so sleepy.
Soon, Zhang Yimeng, whose steps were still a little unsteady, opened the door and walked out. He first covered his eyes and looked up at the bright sun in the east through the gaps between his fingers. Then he turned to look at Master Shengyin and Han Wugou and said
He said: "Morning."
The former didn't reply when he heard the words, with a cold look on his face, while Han Wugu rolled his eyes with a smile: "Let's see what time it is, is it still early?"
These words were naturally recognized by Sheng Yin, who snorted slightly. Zhang Yimeng looked at the sky and smiled shamelessly: "It's indeed still early."
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"How long will the cook stay up? Who will make breakfast?"
Han Wugou kicked a stone away and looked at his opponent Zhang Yimeng with a smile. Although he was smiling, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was obviously not in a good mood.
"How did I know that you wouldn't call yourself?"
"good!"
Without any nonsense, Han Wugu immediately picked up his swords and went straight to the cook's house. Soon, there was a loud banging noise. Master Shengyin, who was sitting under the pergola, saw that the water on his teacup was actually
After swinging around for a few times, you can imagine how much movement there is.
He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the wooden house that seemed to be about to collapse. His eyes were neither sad nor happy, as if he was used to seeing it.
Zhang Yimeng and Yanbo Diaosou were each doing their own thing and turned a deaf ear to the roar coming from inside. Only the Six Quanzhen disciples and the four bearers looked at the other end in surprise.
Soon, the sound alerted the remaining people. Baicao Fairy, the little princess and others walked out of the door one by one. They saw the cook with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes jumping out of the house. However, he saw sword shadows flying behind him. It was the man who was chasing after him with his sword.
Han Wujia.
"Crazy bitch! Can't you fight?!"
Although the chef was barefoot and fat, his body skills were extremely flexible. Han Wugu's sword moves seemed to be extremely fast, but none of them could actually land on him, and only a few places on the corners of his clothes were scratched.
It's just embarrassing for people to see.
The little princess leaned against the wooden pillar under the pergola with great interest and looked at the two people. From the corner of her eye, she saw the wooden door of the second house open wide, and a figure stepped out. At one glance, the girl immediately blushed.
, he turned away his red face and whispered softly: "Don't be ashamed."
I saw Dong Zhang walking out with his upper body bare and wearing only a pair of shorts. As usual, he first looked at the bright sun in the east, and then said happily: "The weather is not bad."
He then walked to the water tank to fetch water and wash himself, but he didn't even notice the two men who were shouting and killing.
Squatting in front of the water tank, Dongzhang was holding water and rubbing his face. Suddenly, a fawning ringtone came from beside him: "Brother, did you sleep well?"
From the corner of his eye, he saw the young girl mixing some more powder into the water gourd. Dongzhang flicked his fingers and knocked the water gourd out of her hand, splashing all over her body. He said angrily: "Just wait and go."
The girl was so angry that her teeth itched, but she quickly calmed down and smiled again. After all, she had been with this man for several days. If she couldn't get used to this man's rudeness, she might have gone crazy. If the curse could kill someone,
, Dong Zhang died eight hundred times long ago.
"Brother, do you want to wash your hair? Can Xiaojia scoop some water for you?"