A pair of moist and warm lips quietly arrived, covering Zhao Yun's lips without any deviation. Zhao Yun only felt a bang in his head. His soul flew away, and his body went soft. It was an unprecedented feeling.
In the ecstasy, the strange little elf's fragrant, soft, and shy tongue was as flexible as a beautiful snake. At the moment when Zhao Yun was shocked and moved, it opened his teeth and wandered between his lips and teeth.
The primitive restlessness and madness of life ignited Zhao Yun's passion in an instant. He raised his eyes and stared blankly at the woman in front of him. He was moved and couldn't suppress his passion. He shouted, "Sister Miao!"
That person was actually Zhang Miao!
Zhang Miao's eyes moved. In this dark night, she was more fascinating than the bright starry sky. She put her slender fingers to her lips and gently shushed him. She said angrily, "Brat!" She seemed angry and shy at the same time. She seemed to be angry and happy at the same time. It was like a dream that was difficult to describe and draw. Zhao Yun was stunned.
Zhao Yun didn't have time to react. Zhang Miao slowly leaned over and offered a moist and fresh kiss.
Zhao Yun hugged Zhang Miao's thin shoulders tightly. He was inexplicably excited as he stuck to her beautiful and fair body. He wanted to shout wildly to vent the emotions in his heart, but he was afraid that everything would disappear in front of his eyes if he shouted. He could only silently respond with his passion and restlessness.
It was a spiritual light that would last forever. It was the calling and pursuit that couldn't be stopped at the ends of the world.
It was a dream that he never wanted to wake up from.
When Zhao Yun opened his eyes, the quilt was empty. There was no trace of the beautiful woman.
"Sister Miao! It was really a dream! "
He originally suspected that everything was a dream. Now, it was confirmed. In the dream, Sister Miao's passion was like fire, and her red lips were like lotuses. He still recalled it. It was hard to forget, but now he felt empty.
He only felt that his crotch was a little wet. Using the weak morning light, he touched it with his hand. It was sticky and had a fishy smell. He felt an inexplicable sense of helplessness and sadness in his heart. It was a life experience that he had never experienced before. There was also an indescribable pleasure in the midst of the guilt.
For a moment, Zhao Yun was at a loss. After a long while, he realized that he should wash up first. He laughed self-deprecatingly, filled a large bucket of water, and poured it over his head. The water was bone-chilling. A few scenes quickly flashed in his heart, and then he immediately drove them out..
In the morning of the next day, Ling Ye Lai came. She had changed her attire today. She was wearing a long, sapphire blue dress. The hem of the dress was dragging on the ground, and there were no ripples on the water surface. As soon as she entered the door, she couldn't help but frown and ask, "What's the strange smell again?"
Zhao Yun was lying in bed because she couldn't cultivate her cultivation method. She didn't expect her master to come early in the morning. At this time, she was wearing her clothes in a hurry. When she heard Ling Ye Lai's question, she was shocked, "Could it be that there's still some smell left?"
Her face immediately showed an embarrassed expression, and she said, "This, it shouldn't be anything. I didn't smell anything strange. "She only felt that her ears were starting to burn.
Ling Ye Lai didn't ask. She found a chair and sat down. She said solemnly, "I specifically asked Senior Martial Brother Song Jiang. He also didn't understand the reason why the Jade Fire True Qi and the Ice Heart Secret collided with each other. According to him, the Jade Fire True Qi can't be cultivated to the Coiling Dragon Realm. Even he can't. Therefore, he suspects that you've gone astray. Although it seems that you can cultivate to the Coiling Dragon Realm, in fact, it's just an illusion. You're not far from Qi Deviation. "
"What?!"
Zhao Yun couldn't help but cry out in alarm. How could this be?
Ling Ye Lai was about to answer, but she felt the aura around her vibrating. She stood up and slowly opened the door.
Zhao Yun was baffled. She also walked out of the A-room. She heard a shout not far away, "Martial Uncle, why didn't you come to see me when you came to the Tianyuan Sect yesterday? Did you not care about me? "
The voice was handsome and elegant, but it was extremely disgusting to Zhao Yun's ears. The person who came was none other than Song Langyun, who deliberately targeted her at the meeting that day.
Song Langyun was dressed in a sapphire blue robe and held a fan of beauty in his hand. Although he came quickly, his expression was extremely confident.
When he saw Ling Ye Lai's face, it was like a bud blooming for a moment. He was full of enthusiasm that couldn't be stopped. "Martial Uncle, you're especially beautiful today." His eyes were fixed on Ling Ye Lai. His gaze was burning, but he didn't even look at Zhao Yun. It was as if he couldn't even be bothered to look at her.
Ling Ye Lai also smiled. "Langyun, I also came in a hurry last night. I was afraid to disturb your cultivation, so I didn't come to see you. I didn't expect you to come today. "
Song Langyun took a few steps forward and was almost in front of Ling Ye Lai's chest. He was more than a head taller than Ling Ye Lai. He was very handsome. At this moment, he lowered his face slightly and looked directly at Ling Ye Lai's eyes. He said aggrievedly, "Of course not. The last few times I came to Gentleman's Residence, Martial Uncle didn't come out no matter how I called. I've been thinking these past few days whether Langyun was careless and offended Martial Uncle. Now that I see Martial Uncle, I'm really happy. "His tone was low and entered the ears, like a child acting spoiled.
Ling Ye Lai immediately thought of how she had been rushing to various immortal mountains and cave residences these past few days to ask the brilliant senior if there was a good way to cure the Qianji Poison, which led to her not being able to meet Song Langyun a few times. She couldn't help but feel a little apologetic.
Then she thought that even the reclusive experts of the Three Mountains and Four Seas had no way to cure the Qianji Poison. Many people even heard about the Qianji Poison and were afraid of that person's power and told her not to get involved in this matter. Even someone as determined as her couldn't help but sigh that it was futile. Could it be that Zhao Yun was really incurable? Although everyone also raised a possibility, that North Sea's Manjushri might have a way.
However, Manjushri's residence was uncertain. North Sea was so big. If he wasn't willing to come out to meet guests, then no one could find him. Moreover, his temper was strange and his methods were brilliant. The legend of him killing people without batting an eyelid was spread in Immortal Grove. Asking Manjushri to save someone was nothing more than a fool's dream.
Ling Ye Lai couldn't help but feel sad again. The smile on her face also became ugly. She said, "Langyun, don't make fun of me. You know best how I treat you."
Zhao Yun was behind the two of them, only thirty feet away. However, this thirty feet distance was even farther than the horizon. In the middle was Ling Ye Lai and Song Langyun's childhood sweetheart of more than ten years. He stared blankly at his master and that Song Langyun talking and laughing. He stared blankly at him and her, forgetting him. There was an indescribable bitterness in his heart, an indescribable pain.
In the end, he was only an insignificant person. Even if he was a disciple, he was still inferior to that Song Langyun who kept calling him Martial Uncle. In the end, he was an outsider.
At this moment, he even forgot the humiliation that Song Langyun and the others imposed on him. He only felt anger, unwillingness, sadness, disappointment, and frustration.
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