Chapter 77 Beauty comes out of the bath knife

"Ji-jiu"

With a soft call, a white shadow flew down. Qin Shubao stroked Ao Tianlingyu with satisfaction. His efforts these days finally came to fruition, and he could take Ao Tian to hunt in a short time.

Zhao Meng took over the proud sky in Qin Shubao's hand and bowed down and said, "Third Master, yesterday Master Li ordered his little man to report that he would come up the mountain tomorrow."

Qin Shubao said with some emotion, "Sometimes I haven't seen that fat man."

"You will deal with tomorrow's affairs. Today, I'm tired, so I won't tease Ao Tian."

Zhao Meng nodded and would not worry Qin Shubao about such details. Qin Shubao stroked the proud sky and turned around and left.

Returning to the south wing, Qin Shubao pushed the door and entered, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and couldn't take his eyes off the picture in front of him.

The green silk is like ink, covering the curd skin, and the delicate arc makes the curved back ice and jade clean, and the vaguely exposed jade 1 peak. It is round and full, and the hands are difficult to hold. The legs are straight, from thick to thin, without any flaws, which is fascinating.

Qin Shubao secretly swallowed his saliva and muttered in a low voice, "It turns out that this girl's figure is not much different from Duan Yan's!"

She hasn't taken a shower for a few days in a row. Zhiyuan felt a little uncomfortable, but there was no place for women to take a bath in the temple. When Qin Shubao went out to train eagles, she asked someone to bring warm water and prepare to take a bath. Unexpectedly, Qin Shubao actually came back early.

When she was broken into by Qin Shubao, Zhiyuan only felt that her mind was blank, and it was difficult to stay awake. She foolishly kept her up. It was not until Qin Shubao muttered in a low voice that she broke her stiffness and broke the blank in her mind.

In an instant, the whole body turned red, like a ripe peach, and the water vapor also rose.

"Fuck!"

Qin Shubao looked up and wiped his blood, but he was humiliated and threw it home. He was stimulated by the slightly hazy ketone body of paper kite.

Shame and indignant, Zhiyuan can also feel the heat on his body. What he hates is that Qin Shubao is still open to the door.

"Bastard, why don't you close the door!"

Qin Shubao woke up and remembered how this kind of fragrance can be shared with others?

He closed the door with his backhand, and his eyes never left Zhiyuan's body for a moment. His straight eyes made Zhiyuan want to dig out the dog's eyes with a knife.

"Turn around!"

In order to save face, the paper kite had to squat in the bucket and say with a little pleading.

Qin Shubao smiled evilly, inserted the latch, and walked to the paper kite step by step. As the saying goes, if there is an advantage, it is a fool. Qin Shubao does not want to be this fool.

The closer Qin Shubao gets, the smaller the paper kite shrinks, and the faster the skin on his body is red, and the whole body is about to be buried in the water.

gently slid across the water with his hand, and the paper kite was hit by lightning and unconsciously trembled. Qin Shubao continued to row the water waves like evil, impacting the paper kite's body one after another, enjoying the pleasure of torturing the paper kite.

"Duanyan, Mo Xiang has served me to bathe, but you haven't served me. Today, I'm full of stinky sweat. Do you want to serve me to bathe?"

"Do not think about it!" There was a little more fear in the cold voice.

With a smile, Qin Shubao walked to the front of the paper kite, breathed on the face of the paper kite, and said cheaply, "My paper kite's face is so red!"

Paper kite forced herself to calm down and close her eyes from looking at the ugly face.

As soon as Zhiyuan closed her eyes, she felt her chest being held. A burst of pain hit, making her open her mouth and shout 'pain'.

Qin Shubao wanted to flirt with her, but he thought that her body was so**. With a soft voice, he immediately aroused his desire and let him squeeze into the barrel regardless.

The paper kite held by Qin Shubao struggled desperately but couldn't escape. The tears in her eyes were like broken beads, and they hit the back of Qin Shubao's hand bit by bit, but they could not save Qin Shubao't return to the beast.

Qin Shubao, who never untied his clothes several times, scolded angrily, "What the hell!"

"Young master, I'll do it!"

The gentle and cold voice made Qin Shubao excited all over, which was more comfortable than eating a large piece of ice. As soon as he relaxed, he became carried away, loosened his hand holding the paper kite and waited for the paper kite to serve him carefully.

With a little cold palm slipped through the lining on the chest, like lips and tongue, the wonderful feeling made Qin Shubao hum secretly.

Su's hand slid down and fell straight into his crotch without fear of shame. Qin Shubao wanted to moan, but suddenly remembered who the owner of this hand was.

Grabbingly, Qin Shubao opened his eyes and saw the last thing he wanted to see. The paper kite's face was as dark as ink and he couldn't see any expression. When he saw Qin Shubao open his eyes, he asked calmly, "Young master, do you still want paper kite to serve?"

"No, no..."

The ghost wants to cut off his children and grandchildren!

Qin Shubao said as he pulled Zhiyuan's hand. Zhiyuan was willing to spare him and grabbed him hard. Qin Shubao snorted in pain, clamped his legs tightly, and begged for mercy with a crying voice: "Paper kite, good paper kite, good sister, please forgive me this time!"

Paper kite vomited a little and didn't let go at all. Qin Shubao pressed the paper kite's hand for fear that she would drag it hard, and at the same time hurriedly thought about a plan in his mind.

"Hey, who are you? How did you get in?"

Qin Shubao suddenly stood up, hugged the paper kite, and let her lean against herself. With an angry face, the paper kite was shocked, her face was snow-white, and she subconsciously looked back.

Qin Shubao keenly caught this moment, suddenly pushed away the paper kite, pulled out the paper kite's hand, and jumped out of the barrel.

Qin Shubao, who jumped out of the barrel, swung his body, covered his crotch, and limped to the door, step by step.

Paper kite finally reacted, and the anger broke out infinitely, and the sharp voice pierced Qin Shubao's eardrum. Qin Shubao!"

The paper kite, who was angry with Qin Shubao, climbed directly out of the barrel, took two steps, pulled out a dagger from his clothes, and held it up to assassinate Qin Shubao.

"Hey, clothes! Clothes!"

Hearing the reminder, the paper kite reacted and threw it to the door with a dagger. Qin Shubao had long expected that the paper kite had this hand. When she lost it, he closed the door.

The dagger is nailed to the wooden door, crisp and clean.

Throw away the last paper kite, fell to the ground helplessly, put his legs together, wrapped his arms around his chest, and sobbed softly.

Qin Shubao cursed all the way, dragging a string of gradually drying footprints behind him. If he had known this, Qin Shubao would not have provoked Zhiyuan.

Zhao Mengjia Eagle was about to return, but he saw Qin Shubao, who was wet all over. He hurried forward and asked with concern, "Young master, what's the matter?"

"Nothing! Help me prepare a suit."

Zhao Meng pulled Aotian's foot rope and was ready to run to get clothes for Qin Shubao, but found that the paper kite clothes ran over untidy.

Zhao Meng looked at the paper kite and Qin Shubao, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, but Qin Shubao's reaction was far beyond his expectation. When he saw the paper kite running over, he was like seeing a cat and mouse, and ran away.

Zhiyuan ran past Zhao Meng without stopping, excited for a while**. Zhao Meng shook his head confusedly, and his smooth eyes also couldn't turn around.

"Paper kite, stop it, okay?"

The unanswered paper kite just ran forward.

"Are you still chasing? Isn't that right? Is it necessary to have a life-death life? Zhiyuan chased, and Qin Shubao explained while running.

Maybe Qin Shubao was too noisy, and Zhiyuan directly took out the dagger and held it in his hand. Qin Shubao shouted strangely and put his legs forward.

"What the hell?" Zhao Meng was shocked when he saw the paper kite taking out the dagger, grabbed the proud foot rope and hurried to the two.

Running and chasing again, the three of them passed through the hall and went through the courtyard, drilled through the corridor and over the wall. The whole Daming Temple was jumped by the three people.

Qin Shubao really doesn't want to run anymore. When he meets Zhiyuan, a stubborn man who doesn't let go, he can't accept it.

"Paper kite, you have to think clearly that if you want to kill me this time, you will waste your last chance. You will have to be my maid in the future. You have to think about it clearly!"

The white-eyed paper kite's abdomen turned upside down. At this moment, she could stand with a belief and hear Qin Shubao's scoundrel's shameless words. She couldn't help but be angry and directly turned her back.

Qin Shubao crossed the stone table, grabbed her before the paper kite fell to the ground, untied the dagger in her hand, smiled softly, and scolded, "Dead girl."

Inserting the dagger into the scabbard in her hand, picked up the paper kite horizontally, and walked back slowly. Zhao Meng, who followed him, really couldn't understand what the play was singing.

When Qin Shubao went further, Zhao Meng touched Ao Tianlingyu and said helplessly, "Sure enough, you can't be like the third master."