Chapter 50 Drunken Fu Shi Xiaoyaoxian

Her lips were completely wrapped by me, and every sound* became weak under my cover.

The tip of the tongue gently touched her sweet taste, like marshmallow, soft and sweet.

I fell in love with such a strange feeling, like touching a virtual fantasy, beautiful and unreal. I couldn't help but look like a child, gradually hugging the delicate body under my body again.

I'm afraid that once I let go like this, I will never be able to find it.

Between the pure white neck, there is a subtle bead water, and the slightly wet clothes set off infinite spring between her soft body.

She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes touched the edge, slightly brushing. His head rested on the cold floor, and his eyes slowly opened. A pair of slender, white and tender jade-carved hands beat them casually, without resistance, and there was no expression at all.

Under the silence, my breathing was rapid and loud.

My hand brushed her shoulder, and I could feel her tremble slightly, and a ribbon was gently pulled by me and completely loosened. The milky clothes were exposed, and the faintly raised twin peaks were constantly undulating. When I held her jade palm tightly, ten finger rings, how much I wanted to hold it with the strength of life, and also to hold this heart that had never been beating for me.

I turned around and kissed her earlobe, and the heat from my mouth filled her ears. The tip of the tongue surged back and forth like floating water. I just want her whole body, inside and outside, leaving an indelible mark about me.

Huh, why do you feel so salty? I paused, slowed down a few further movements, stopped the domineering walk, and the moment I slowly opened my eyes, tears fell on her red cheeks, and went down, came out of my eyes, crossed the cheekbones, and slipped down in an instant and penetrated into the thick hair.

I smelled those lines bit by bit.

The ticking tears were silent, but there were many ripples in my heart. I buried the cast low, and all the black silk covered her half** shoulders. The tip of her pink tongue was raised inch by inch until the saltiness between her face was erased by me without leaving a mark.

I can wipe away the salty smell of tears, but the smell in her heart, even if I want to brush it away, I am powerless.

Looking at the mottled red print on her white and tender shoulders, it was unevenly distributed. I smiled bitterly. I don't know if it will be the same charming?

After half axiang, I slowly moved away from her body and carefully tied the ribbon for her.

"I'll get the wine. I think you need this more at this time!"

With a still hot body, I tried to calm myself down. I never knew that Su Yunliutian had such a * power.

I finally stopped the hand that invaded her body for a reason that I didn't know how to explain.

Wine is naturally something that matches beautiful women. Between indulging in music, I have long been used to drinking with those fancy women. Everyone knows that Su Yunliutian loves drinking, but no one knows that I am just such a person who hates alcohol to the bone.

I often wonder if there is no alcoholism for many years, if there is no wine for him to sink, then will my father consider whether there is another mine and whether he will stay with me forever, instead of dying at that time.

When I walked to the door, I found that the door could not be opened no matter how hard I tried. It seems that it has been locked. During the shaking of the slightly iron lock, I can feel that the lock should be a little bigger and stronger than I thought.

The fracture-free fan was shaken away by me, and the clear wind was far and near, making all the burning warmth gradually disappear.

Month Qinchuan? I don't think a second person will do such a naive thing. Needless to say, I can already predict that all the large and small windows in this room should have been sealed by him in various strange ways.

There are four jars of wine jars of different sizes, two large and two small. The four jars of wine were deliberately placed in the shape of a four-petal plum blossom, and there was a thick red cloth between the wine and the wine. It seems that there is a crooked font engraved on it.

"Brother,

Don't fantasize about any ideas, because there is only one door outside, hanging Yuxuanbai ironmaking, and the fire is also separated by something. Cough... It should be relatively strong.

Four jars of wine. I've been thinking about whether it's enough. However, I remember that the big altar is for the girl, and the small altar is for myself. Remember."

I depict the way he wrote this letter in the bottom of my heart, and there must be a treacherous smile hidden between his eyebrows that can't be concealed when he succeeds. I stuffed the red cloth into the hidden place in the corner and didn't see it at all. Suddenly thinking of a question, how can he be sure that I must be the first to find these wines, not Huaxiangyi?

When she came back, the little girl half squatted down and knelt on the ground, with her long hair on the ground, as if she had been looking for something.

"Strange, I obviously stored the candle in this small cabinet. Why is it missing?" The little girl said to herself, still persistently looking for it, and even several cabinets nearby had been hit by the center.

The clothes of different colors and the decorations in the room were randomly pulled to the ground.

I stood where I was, holding four jars of wine in my hand, but there was nowhere to foot.

I cleared my throat and said lightly, "You don't need to look for any candles. Even if you turn over this room, you won't find it... even if it's only half."

The little girl looked at me curiously, and it seemed that she was still puzzled.

"Then I'll go out and get some."

She probably feels that such an ambiguous light makes people feel uncomfortable. No need to go, the door has been locked. Do you understand now?

With so many coincidences, it is naturally not just a coincidence, but also a masterpiece after Yue Qinchuan's effort.

"Let's drink. You don't have to say anything. Just drink quietly with me to celebrate... This lovely * conference." The little girl grabbed the wine from the altar first from me, and then lifted the lid.

Her appearance finally reminded me of my father's first drunkenness. The desire for alcohol is like a greedy person who sees golden gold, martial arts practitioners get the ultimate martial arts secrets, and the market hooligans get the throne of power all over the world.

So seductive.

What is attractive is not the wine itself, but the loneliness in the heart and the combination of wine at this moment. Because it is also bitter.

"Don't rob me of wine! This is yours!" With the strength of my wrist, I held a fracture-free fan and shook her eyes slightly to show resistance. Between raising my eyebrows, I pointed to a smaller-looking wine jar on the table, and then pouted and looked at her.

If such a big wine jar is really given to her unrestrained drinking, then she still wants to live. Wine is good enough to relieve a moment's worries, although I have never been more poisonous to people's hearts than poison.

"So stingy! Let's drink the small altar..." Hua Xiao Niu muttered in a low voice, I'm afraid she has despised me from beginning to end from the bottom of her heart.

Well, just be stingy.

She sat on the ground, then opened the lid and poured a sip into her mouth fiercely.

"Wow, it tastes terrible." She covered her mouth, coughed violently, with a red face, stared at me and shouted intermittently, "Su Yunliutian, I knew you were not good-hearted, you... so bad... No wonder you don't want me to drink your altar! Say, did you put some poison in your heart!"

A stream of wine soon appeared on her face, and she looked unsteady.

She rampaged next to me, sitting in a corner of the four schemes, holding my collar tightly with two jade hands, and then squinting at me, "What poison? Tell me secretly? Shh... I won't tell him..." Then she smiled at me again.

Drunken? I haven't started drinking yet! Why are you so drunk?

She poured some wine into her mouth and slowly began to get used to the strong and fragrant taste.

I opened the big jar and began to drink by myself.

Bamboo leaf green. My father's favorite wine, the wine I drink most often, and the light and tasteless wine.

Why, why can't I feel its intensity when the bamboo leaves are green? Even if it's sour, at least it tastes good.

I looked at the little girl, and I'm afraid her consciousness has already floated out of the sky.

I smiled at myself.

It's good to be drunk. At least, when you are drunk, you can not be you. You can forget you, dream fairy or shake, and let you soar.

But I still can't get drunk.

The little girl brushed my arm and said very hard, "Qing Muhong! I'm so kind to you, why don't you want me!" Before I finished speaking, a slap gradually hit me. I didn't hide, but I saw that she had already deflect and hit her hand at the edge of the foot of the table.

She exhaled and then said blankly, "Oh! Qingmuhong, why has your face become so hard? You don't feel soft at all!"

It seemed that she still didn't give up and shouted at me, "Su Yunliutian, come on, let's drink! **! La la la..."

After a while, she changed her tone again, "Qingmuhong, why are you suddenly so cold? I thought that you have liked me since you were a child. Why not? Liushui Tangtang, you don't envy the piano... What a bullshit pianist, do you like this woman with superb piano skills so much? Do you know that if I hadn't secretly burned the information collected by the people in the Wuhua Hall sent by my father, do you think you could have played here so safely? ......Woo..."

The fierce sound gradually turned into sobs, bit by bit, hitting my arm.

The moment the warm tears poured into my skin, my heart hurt after another.

The Fog Flower Hall belongs to the Shuimingjie and is the most well-intelligent place to collect information in the four cities. It turns out that the little girl wants to find this pianist, which has a great connection with Qing Muhong. Or for him, or for him.

That day, I suddenly became Su Yunliutian, and suddenly became the master of the second world of Cangming. In such a role change, there was a moment when I couldn't even figure it out. After all, I was the original me or not. Or, there was a moment when I wished that I was a woman who admired Hong, rather than a woman who had devoted herself to the world, but I couldn't impress Su Yunliutian.

At this time, someone kicked in the door, and the violent sound had already broken halfway to the mountain gate.

The wet body, from the ends of the hair to the high-headed wide boots.

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