Chapter 4 Reward 2

Squeak——

The door was opened again, and the woman's face was rippling with seductive pink, gently moving steps, looking at the handsome Kowloon bathed in gold, noble as a fairy in the sky, with a circle of warm spring-like breath, kind, harmonious and powerful.

The woman no longer approached Jiulong as before, but stood quietly, carefully examined Jiulong, looked at him without saying a word, her eyes rippled like autumn water, and stared at Jiulong, who was doing his work.

Time passed slowly, like a snail crawling. The woman's face gradually appeared anxiously and her breathing was a little short, but when she saw the calm and peaceful face of Jiulong, the woman's impetuous heart gradually calmed.

looking up and down at the room in Kowloon. The room here is extremely exquisite. There are various ancient furnishings. On the small mahogany tea table, a set of dark red tea sets are exquisite. In the corner, in a bronze incense burner, the smoke slowly ripples. The real room is like a blessed place. Suddenly, the woman feels that this is not It is a room in the ordinary sense, but a place detached from the secular world. There is no deception here. There is no intrigue here. Some are just quiet and harmonious, and some are just fading out of the dust.

The woman's eyes moved to Jiulong's body again. Her long dark hair fell straight, her shoulders were loosely, her white clothes were neat and clean, and her whole body was full of golden light, like a golden Buddha, which could only be worshipped and admired, but could not be reached!

The peaceful space gave the woman a peaceful look, and her heart rippled slowly. The woman gently stepped up the pajamas thrown on the ground, took off the veil, put on her pajamas, barefoot, and walked to the chair next to the small coffee table and sat down.

The slender hand gently opened the teapot and sniffed. Her red lips gently stirred her jaws, as if praying for something. Suddenly, a flash of red energy appeared on the woman's white and slender fingers, and the woman carefully put the fiery energy mass into the teapot.

Turning her eyes, the teapot boiled, and the faint fragrance of tea filled the whole room. After all this, the woman's beautiful eyes began to turn again. On the sofa not far away, she casually discarded the armor and swords unloaded by Jiulong during the day, and there was also a faint smell of blood on it.

The woman began to be busy again, and her lips stirred her jaws again, as if she was preparing some magic. She turned her eyes, and a wisp of red and rippled in the woman's fingers. With a bang, the fiery red energy mass wrapped around the armored sword, and then slowly disappeared. The woman walked over and carefully looked at the armor and sword. He tidyed up the armor and hung it on the hanger, exerted his greatest strength, and stood the sword next to the hanger, and then he took a long breath.

Back to the sofa, the woman looked at Jiulong in a quiet daze. At this moment, the room was particularly comfortable and refreshing. The spring thunder in the sky was still the same, the dark night sky was still the same, and the sound of the two people's breath was clearly audible, quiet, and there was no noise.

Mesomea stood outside the door, with a wisp of shy eyes passing through the candlelight and staring at Jiulong. Looking at the appearance of Jiulong, the throbbing in her heart was even more exciting. At this moment, the harmony and tranquility shown by Jiulong made Mesomea deeply shocked.

A person is as calm as an abyss, not moved by beauty, not threatened by power, maintain a lonely and clear shadow in his heart, solidly return to himself, make his heart comfortable, and make his soul comfortable. To do this, he is already a great person.

Looking at Kowloon's young face and white velvet beard, Mesomea smiled involuntarily, with a trace of happiness on her face, which was an innocent smile and a desire for love.

"Poor and lowly cannot be moved, wealth cannot **, and power cannot be subdued!"

At this time, Jiulong's state of mind was like this. He saw through everything and insight into the world. He knows everything inside and outside the house, but he was silent. The so-called people had to bow their heads under the eaves, but it was absolutely impossible for him to be favored and put them in the handle.

Although his young heart has a trace of impulse for the beautiful woman in front of him at all times, Jiulong shows his calmness and runs "Dilong Road" over and over again. In this world, with strength, he has everything, and everything needs strength to be backed up.

For a long time, Jiulong slowly closed his work, and the last trace of golden light disappeared into his body. Only then did Jiulong take a long breath and made a closing ceremony. He slowly opened his eyes, and his gentle eyes diffused to look at the beautiful woman who was sitting quietly.

The two looked at each other, and the woman was a little at a loss. Under this pair of wisdom, all the means of training of the hostess would appear and have no effect. The woman went down deeply and let Jiulong look at it.

Jiulong looked at the woman's delicate posture, gently raised the corners of his mouth, outlined a playful smile, looked at the woman quietly for a long time, and then turned his eyes and aimed at the dark window. The curvature of Jiulong's face was slightly larger.

Mesomea suddenly saw Jiulong's eyes shooting over, and her pure heart fluttered and quickly covered her cheeks for fear that her blushing cheeks would be seen by Jiulong.

But the eyes are reluctant to leave the window. It seems that only by looking at each other can they pour out their beautiful fantasy of two decades.

At the moment when the four eyes were facing each other, Mesomea's heart beat even more violently, but the feeling was fleeting and fleeting, she could no longer be found.

Generally, Mesomea stood there generously, looking at Kowloon, wanting his eyes to look this way again, with infinite expectation, infinite tenderness, and autumn waves.

The woman sitting on the sofa buried her head and felt Jiulong's sharp eyes shooting her body over and over again. She couldn't say whether she was panicked or happy, but only shyness and appointment.

Cough!

Kowloon looked at the shy appearance of the woman sitting on the sofa, but his heart was funny. He coughed gently and watched quietly. The air came to life at this moment. With Jiulong's cough, the woman suddenly reacted and hurried to the coffee table, gently poured a cup of tea, and slowly handed it over, but I always dare not raise my head.

Jiulong took the teacup, looked at the tea slowly rippled in the cinnabar cup, and then looked at the shy appearance of the woman. He gently sniffed the faint fragrance of the tea and smiled. As if it were in the spring breeze, the soft voice sounded, "What's your name?"

Hearing Jiulong's question, the woman was obviously stunned, her shy face gradually became twisted, and her weak voice came: "I don't have a name!"

"Oh?" Kowloon was also surprised that the woman did not have a name, and a trace of memory cut through Jiulong's mind. This is the common sense of the world. In the big manor, female slaves are generally captive. Most of them began to be trained from a very young so that the nobles could play and reward them.

"Your tea is delicious!" Jiulong saw the woman's expression was extremely unnatural and said slowly.

"Oh!" The woman whispered, and she no longer knew what to say. A pair of small fingers rubbed her skirt nervously, and her face was shy and happy. Perhaps this was the first person in the world to praise herself.

The woman took the cup in Jiulong's hand and put it on the coffee table. Looking at Jiulong, her heart bumped around like a deer. Suddenly, the woman made a decision. She slowly raised her head, gently hugged Jiulong, and said in a low voice, "Please, I want me. If I go back now, I will be killed by the heroine. People killed it."

Jiulong did not follow his wishes, cleverly dodge the woman's hug, gently put her on **, spread the quilt, slowly covered the quilt, and looked at the red fingerprints on the woman's white face. He already knew what was going on.

Jiulong got up, walked slowly on the ground, and said quietly, "From now on, you will be called Youlan!" You don't have to go to the hostess, stay with me..."

The woman thought that Jiulong lay down to caress her. She closed her eyes tightly and felt the breath of Jiulong, but she did not wait for Jiulong's kiss, and her bent eyebrows trembled slowly. When she opened it, Jiulong had left the bed. Jiulong's voice rippled in the room, listening to Jiulong's voice, two lines of happiness. Tears fell on his face.

She prayed silently for Jiulong in her heart. No one had ever cherished and loved herself so much. With this sentence, even if she appeared in Jiulong now, she was willing to gently turn her tearful eyes and silently write down her name "Youlan"!

Mesomea saw all this through the window, and her eyes did not leave Kowloon from beginning to end. She looked forward to Kowloon, as if she was appreciating an artistic masterpiece. Can Kowloon be her lover? Everything fascinated her so much, but suddenly there was a bad warning in her heart, which came suddenly and made people shocked.