Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the remaining flowers on a nearby plum tree, like white snow and red rain, slowly blew and fell to the ground.
"Little witch, let's go back!"
"No reply!"
"Still angry?"
"I was so angry when you took advantage of me once. I just don't want to go back and see you and Sister Murong making love to each other..." After confiding her feelings to Fahai, Jun Xiyue relaxed a little and returned to her original nature.
She was born in a demon sect in the Western Regions, and she spoke boldly and aggressively, without a trace of the reserve of a Central Plains woman.
"Don't talk nonsense, the two of us have an innocent and pure relationship as brothers and sisters." Fa Hai covered it up in embarrassment.
"Do you like Sister Murong?" Jun Xiyue stared into Fa Hai's eyes and asked directly.
"Well, maybe it seems like it, but it's not necessarily impossible."
"Can you be more vague?" Jun Xiyue was filled with anger and said helplessly.
"Are you jealous?" Fa Hai smiled.
"Are you happy?"
"You like me?"
"Maybe it seems like it, but it's not necessarily impossible."
"You learn quickly..."
Fahai calmly moved closer to Jun Xiyue, feeling the refreshing fragrance coming from his side. He took a deep breath of enjoyment, shook his head deliberately and said, "But, you are a saint who aspires to become a saint."
Woman, I am a man who aspires to become a holy monk, and we really have no intersection at all, even though I suddenly feel that you are really cute."
Although he said it was impossible, Fahai's sinful hands had already taken advantage of Jun Xiyue's daze and quietly climbed up Jun Xiyue's hips from behind, gently holding her waist as smooth and slender as a water snake,
Surprisingly, Jun Xiyue did not resist this time and allowed Fahai to skillfully pull her into his arms.
With the warmth and fragrance of warm jade filling his arms, Fahai couldn't help but feel a hint of pride. After seven or eight days of hard work, it was finally time to reap the rewards. In fact, Fahai had long sensed Jun Xiyue's love-hate attitude toward him, but for Jun Xiyue
Such a strong woman must be trained before she can be controlled. If the last trace of her self-esteem is not peeled off and she is suppressed through various means, even if she can successfully get her person, sooner or later she will return to her old ways and want to be strong again.
Ride on the man's head.
Although Jun Xiyue is powerful, exquisite and intelligent, in the final analysis, she is just a seventeen-year-old girl with no emotional experience. How can she see through the dirty thoughts of Fahai, an old gangster? He always treats her with harsh words.
Fahai's sudden expression of deep affection made his heart beat wildly. He felt cherished and even a little unbelievable.
"Do you really think I'm cute?" Jun Xiyue bit her lips tightly, her eyes blurred and dreamlike, and she asked infatuatedly, "Then do you like me more, or do you like Sister Murong more?"
"..."
"I knew it!"
Seeing this, Jun Xiyue's mood suddenly took a turn for the worse. She raised her eyebrows and raised her bulging breasts in Fahai's arms. "You are such a poor guy that you are not even willing to let go of the storage bag of a tenth-grade monk. Now, you are going to be close to a third-grade monk."
He gave away his Pure Yang Sword to others, and shamelessly asked others to accept it..."
"What does it mean to be shameless? The ancients said: Women who want to please themselves are beautiful, men who want to please themselves are poor."
Fahai shrugged helplessly and changed the topic, "It takes a hundred years to cultivate in the same boat, and it takes a thousand years to sleep together. If it were a magic weapon that could impress you, I would also give it to you without hesitation."
Clearly knowing that Fahai was using his clever words, Jun Xiyue felt much better, and said angrily, "You have taken advantage of me, and you want to get rid of me with just a magic weapon? No way!"
"Then what do you want?"
"I want the stars in the sky!"
"Where can a poor monk find stars for you in broad daylight?"
Fa Hai was speechless when he heard the words. He looked up unintentionally and saw a sudden flash of colorful starlight in the clear blue sky, drawing a beautiful arc, flying down from the horizon to the ground in the distance, and disappearing in an instant.
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"Maria Namo Ozawa, are there really stars?"
After sighing, curiosity aroused in his heart. He stretched out his hand and patted Jun Xiyue's elastic buttocks. He smiled proudly at Jun Xiyue's exclamation, raised his spirits, and jumped away like a star ball.
"Little witch, go back and clean yourself quickly and wait for me to be lucky. The poor monk will find the stars for you right now, haha!"
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There are three valleys in Chunyang Fairyland. Each valley is its own world. However, the overall layout is centered on the valley where Chunyang Fairyland is located. One on the left and one on the right set off each other, forming a three-yang Kaitai terrain.
Fa Hai, an expert in art, was bold and walked quickly, passing through the mountains with green grass and blooming wild flowers, and soon arrived at the valley on the far right.
Different from the two valleys where Fa Hai and the others stayed, this third valley is not only not blessed with beautiful spring scenery, but is instead a dangerous and dark terrain with dense jungles and poisonous winds everywhere.
There is a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere of death. Even the sunlight that shines into the valley turns gray.
The mouth of this valley is spiral-shaped, with intertwined dangerous cliffs, towering strange trees, and ancient vines blocking out the sun. The deeper you go, the darker it gets. Fahai soon reaches the end and explores all the way. Unfortunately, not to mention the stars, there is not even a ghost.
No shadow was found.
Disappointed, Fa Hai was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard a faint bird call. He couldn't help but follow the sound and found a strange bird in the gap of a stone wall.
It is a ball as big as a palm, hairy, looks like a chicken but not a chicken, looks like a bird but not a sparrow, has a beak like an eagle's beak, and eyes like golden eyes. There is a cluster of slender arrow hairs on the top of the head, which are divided into five strands: green, yellow, red, black and white.
, as strong as a needle. There are five colored feathers on the tail like a peacock, but not as long as the peacock's tail. Among the five colored feathers, the black and white are the longest, twice as long as the other three, and they flutter behind the tail like an embroidered ribbon.
The rest of the feathers all over the body are colorful and dazzling, and coupled with the chubby body, it looks extremely cute and cute.
Although this strange bird looks good, it was seriously injured. Both legs and shins were broken, and the wings were covered with scars. It was nestled under a thick vine in the gap and was motionless. When it saw Fahai approaching, it was frightened all over.
He was trembling and his little eyes were trembling, but he was unable to escape at all. He was caught in Fahai's hand, without any resistance.
"Amitabha! It's so small, it doesn't even have a few ounces of meat to cook..." Fa Hai held the strange bird in the palm of his hand and thought about it while looking at it.
Feeling Fahai's malicious gaze, the strange bird's golden eyes were full of fear, and its small wings flapped vigorously a few times, but unfortunately, it could not escape the clutches.
"Hehe, the little thing is quite interesting. You can take it back to tease the two little girls." Seeing this, Fahai smiled and said to the strange bird, "You are lucky if you meet a poor monk."
After that, Fahai took out a Shaoyang Pill, crushed it and applied it on the strange bird's wound. He also stretched out a piece of cotton cloth, wrapped the two injured legs and shins of the strange bird tightly, and applied them to it.
, the strange bird was almost made into a rice dumpling by Fa Hai, with only a cute bird head exposed. While stroking Fa Hai's palm, he squeaked at Fa Hai, as if begging for mercy, and also seemed to be coquettishly flattering.
De Fahai laughed again.
"Haha! You are very clever." Fahai felt good and took out another Shaoyang Pill, crushed it and put it in the palm of his hand. The strange bird immediately swallowed it up like a chicken pecking at rice.
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"Look, you have five hairs on your head and five hairs on your butt. From now on, I'll call you Wu Mao!"