Chapter 121 Picking Kexin

Zhang Ping first picked up a jade box full of blood lipids. The blood lipids emitted a dazzling blood red in the dim light, which was the same as the red in the inkstone. At the altar, Zhang Ping became suspicious and felt that the blood lipid was not a fairy medicine for rebirth, as they said, but for drawing symbols.

After thinking about it for a moment, Zhang Ping put down his blood lipids and picked up the jade bottle containing holy water. Looking in with the heavenly eye, I only feel that the aura in the bottle is abundant. Although it is only half a bottle, in the eyes of the sky, it is like a spiritual pool, and every drop of water exudes a strong aura. Zhang Ping's joy in his heart was beyond words, but he didn't dare to use it too much at the beginning, and carefully poured out a drop.

As soon as he entered the abdomen, the drop of holy water exploded and turned into a turbulent aura, which filled the meridians and pulses of the whole body in an instant. Zhang Ping only felt like he was bathed in the ocean of aura. There was no place around his body that was not comfortable, especially the golden elixir in the mud pill palace, like a starving ghost reincarnated, greedily devouring the aura transformed by the holy water. The speed of devouring slowly formed a vortex around it, attracting the surrounding aura to gather one after another. Soon, the spiritual power that originally filled the veins of the whole body seemed to hear the call. After washing the meridians, the river flowed endlessly and poured into the depths of the whirlpool in the mud pill palace.

After refining two drops of holy water, Zhang Ping felt that the golden elixir seemed to be full. There was no more motivation, and the whirlpool slowly stopped. After being completely refined, Zhang Ping was surprised to find that his golden elixir had been a little bigger than before, and now it is the size of a peanut. However, according to the second layer of pregnancy elixir on Tianxing Road, this is just a new beginning. It will not be achieved until the Jindanhuahai and the Niwan Palace becomes a golden ocean.

You need to eat a mouthful of rice. Zhang Ping knows the way of practice and also pays attention to a predestined method. If you force it, this fate may be gone. Seeking nature in everything is the way of practice.

After finishing the work, Zhang Ping looked at the holy water in the jade bottle and was secretly surprised. If you follow this cultivation speed, the consumption of this holy water is tantamount to an astronomical number. You know, this is also the sacrifice of flesh and blood many years ago, and these two small bottles of holy water were extracted. Ha ha, this way of cultivating immortals is really not something that ordinary people can do.

After refining the holy water, Zhang Ping felt that his energy had reached its peak, so he took out the inkstone he had. The original inkstone at the auction was still in Tao Yuner's hands, and his inkstone was from the Consulate General of Japan. Now I think that this black dragon will always be inseparable from Japanese politics. Look at this Yingzi's identity. He is still above Erlang Natani, but I don't know how noble he is? With the charming appearance at the altar, Zhang Ping smiled hoarsely, and it was okay to eat her at that time.

After a little contempt for himself, Zhang Ping used his heavenly eyes to look at the inkstone again. A white mask appeared again on the surface pattern of the inkstone, blocking Zhang Ping's consciousness. Zhang Ping launched the true power of the star with all his strength, and his divine consciousness suddenly increased a lot. The layer of light mask was shaking, and finally he couldn't resist it. The silk cracks appeared on the light mask, and it collapsed in a blink of an eye. Zhang Ping's consciousness was no longer blocked. He directly penetrated the black spot on the surface and saw it inside.

Red, red, like a vast sea, red all over the body. Zhang Ping's divine vision penetrated, and only felt as if he had fallen into a red sea, which contained an unknown power. Driven by that power, the red color actually turned into a number. Thousands of fire snakes attacked Zhang Ping's consciousness.

Zhang Ping was shocked, and his consciousness had retreated, deeply shocked by what he had just seen. Thinking left and right, he picked up the brush, used the power of the stars, put the brush into the Yantai, and his own consciousness was also attached to the brush and re-introduced.

The red sea is still there, and the thousands of fire snakes roared angrily when they saw Zhang Ping's consciousness come again. But in front of him, he was photographed by the brush. He patrolled outside and dared not come forward. At this time, the brush became extremely huge in the Red Sea. The hair at the end of the pen was scattered and went deep into the depths of the Red Sea. When it was brought out, the root hair had turned blood red, which looked strange. In just a moment, all the hair has turned blood red. Zhang Ping's consciousness rose up with the brush and rushed out of the red sea.

Zhang Ping pulled out the brush and looked at the dazzling blood-red hair at the end of the pen. His heart moved and wrote a big rain spell in the air. As soon as the spell was finished, at the ceiling of the basement, a small dark cloud suddenly condensed out, and then under the dark cloud, countless raindrops fell. Zhang Ping was overjoyed. As expected, this Bon spell was really extraordinary and could communicate with the power of nature. However, the area of dark clouds is too small, which must be because my skills are not deep enough.

Look at the blood red hair, half of the color still faded. Zhang Ping no longer delayed and wrote an electric spell in mid-air. There was only a loud noise, and a flash of lightning suddenly hit the floor, leaving a shallow mark.

Zhang Ping was overjoyed. At this time, his blood-red hair still faded. If he wrote a spell, he naturally got nothing. In order to satisfy his curiosity, Zhang Ping put the brush into the inkstone again. As before, after writing the two spells of wind and thunder in the air, there was no movement. It seems that with my own ability, I can only maintain the ability of two spells at present. I don't know how shocking the scene of brush swinging, lightning and thunder, and wind and rain will be after the power progressing. Thinking of this, Zhang Ping's heart jumped out happily.

I was happy, but I heard Fang Kexin's voice in the upper hall talking to myself: "It's strange. It's not raining. Why did you suddenly hear thunder and lightning? It's so strange!"

Zhang Ping hurriedly put everything into the dark room and yawned out of the basement. In the living room, Fang Kexin was about to go upstairs with a water glass in her nightgown. Seeing Zhang Ping coming out of the basement, she said with a smile, "Look what time it is. Why don't you go to bed? What are you doing in the basement?"

Zhang Ping covered up holding the rosary and said, "If you can't sleep, go down and see what's unusual about the rosary given by the living Buddha. Why did you come out and still can't sleep?"

Fang Kexin yawned and said, "That's not true. I just fell asleep and suddenly heard the sound of thunder and lightning. I felt strange. When I got up, I felt thirsty, and then I came down."

Looking at Fang Kexin's lazy and beautiful appearance, the belt of the nightgown was not fastened, revealing a white and greasy skin. Zhang Ping suddenly felt that his mouth was dry. He just thought of a trace of lust hooked by Yingzi's charming bone and was ready to move, and waved to Kexin to sit beside him. But Xin looked at his malicious smile and knew that this guy didn't think of a good thing. He ate and laughed twice and was about to go upstairs and go back to his room.

Zhang Ping was not willing to let her go at this time. He chased her in two steps. Kexin picked her up. Kexin kicked her feet randomly and struggled to say to Zhang Ping, "Good brother, let me down quickly. If you make trouble again, something will happen."

Zhang Ping bit her ear and whispered, "What I want is to have something wrong." He took Kexin to the sofa, and his hands were restless.

Kexin was made to moan repeatedly by him, and her body twisted, which added to Zhang Ping's desire.

Between them, except for the last level, the rest is no secret. Zhang Ping was familiar with the road, and only a few strokes stirred up Kexin's desire. At this time, Kexin's nightgown had already been untied and thrown aside by Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping was also shirtless, and the two rolled together naked.

After going through Tibet, Fang Kexin has experienced a lot. At this time, she is not so resistant to maintaining that layer of membrane. So he put his arms around Zhang Ping's neck with a delicate smile, put his plump chest against Zhang Ping, and asked greasyly, "Brother Ping, do you really want it so?"

Zhang Ping only felt that his whole body trembled, and his body seemed to be full of gas, and he felt uncomfortable. This is really not the past. The trip to Tibet seems to have changed her a lot. Her body is irresistible to any man. Not to mention the two soft balls in front of him, the two **s wrapped around him have long been unbearable!

He only felt that his bottom was burning. He twisted his buttocks slightly and rubbed his stomach. He reached out and pulled her hand down and squeezed himself. He couldn't breathe and said, "I like your body!" Kexin, I want it right away! You little goblin, when will you seduce men like this? If you touch it, if I can't get your body, I will die!"

Ke Xin smiled, pinched Zhang Ping, put his hands around his neck, straightened his stomach and rubbed him, and said delicately, "Brother Ping, I will be your woman in the future. You will cherish me in the future."

Zhang Ping's hand swam skillfully on Kexin, from neck to chest, from chest to lower abdomen, from lower abdomen to thighs, the strength is just right! Sometimes she deliberately avoids her ** part, but wanders around, moaning and moaning teasingly. There is a kind of eager to let Zhang Ping go in immediately to fill her void.

Zhang Ping couldn't wait any longer. He suddenly pinched Kexin's chin with his left hand, grabbed the baby with his right hand and stuffed it into her little mouth. In an instant, the fragrant and hot breath penetrated his skin and reached his body. He shouted comfortably, lowered his head and smiled proudly, and said with emotion, "Do you know how much my little brother missed you after the last time? Do you know how love is expressed? It's made! There is nothing you can't think of, nothing you can't do! Be careful, it depends on your performance!"

Ke Xin sobbed a few times, and her wide eyes gradually became gentle, and her fragrant tongue moved skillfully and deftly. However, after a while, Zhang Ping couldn't stand it and pressed Kexin under his body, and the hard object had been stuffed in.

I only heard Kexin choking. Zhang Ping realized that his movements were not gentle enough, so he slowed down the rhythm. When Kexin got used to it, he slowly moved slowly. But Xin has forgotten the pain just now and enjoys the happiness brought to her by Zhang Ping. That kind of fullness made her feel infinite satisfaction. Looking at the man's hard-working movements on his body, Kexin suddenly left tears of happiness.

The tears startled Zhang Ping, stopped, and asked Kexin with concern if she was uncomfortable. Kexin shook her head, turned Zhang Ping over, and rode on him, shaking like a horse. The strong bud seemed to be like a beating table tennis ball, running up and down with her moan, making Zhang Ping's eyes dizzy.

Kexin riding on Zhang Ping's face was confused. The sweat on her body flowed along the cleavage like a stream, through the navel, and then flowed along the small black line to his belly. She was short of breath, sweating heavily, and her hair clung to her cheeks. The face is more rosy like a lotus flower just emerging from the water, which makes people have too much unbearable. She is really tired. Such a delicate girl has done so many horse riding movements. It's strange that she is not tired.

Although she was so tired, Xin did not mean to stop. The movement gradually slowed down, but it was still one after another. In addition to happiness, her moan was also mixed with some pain. Occasionally, raise your arm and wipe a handful of sweat on your face, followed by several violent impacts.

For a long time, the two of them separated exhausted and lay in Zhang Ping's arms. They couldn't help asking, "Brother Ping, will you love me forever?"

Without answering, Zhang Ping has fallen asleep. Ke Xin was a little disappointed and felt very tired. She fell asleep with Zhang Ping in her arms.

In the early morning of the next day, Sun Meixiang stretched out and walked downstairs, but saw Zhang Ping hugging together, and the room was filled with a smell of **. The pretty face turned red and sneered, but her heart was a little lost, as if her most cherished toy had been robbed by others, although it was her best friend who robbed him.