Chapter 329 The Dead

"The wilderness is yellow, the red flow is desolate, and half of the mountain tigers eat deer." Another year of autumn wind was bleak, as if it were a doomed reincarnation. Gan Ping stood in front of the wooden house on half a mountain again. Today, he is far from the ignorant child in those years. He can only give his fate to the unknown. He has been separated from flesh and blood for many years, and his memory has been sealed for many years. In those years, the warm and solid wooden house seemed a little dilapidated, and the originally flat roof of the roof was also uneven, making a creaking sound in the autumn wind.

Obviously, before his father Gan Ningcheng left, he did not take away too much things when he left, and in this half of the mountain, no one else would come except for the occasional merchants who wandered around. With a squeak, the familiar decoration in the room was like yesterday, and even the scratches on the pillars of the wall were still clear. Gan Ping still remembers that whenever he grows taller, his father will use a knife to scratch this pillar according to his height. In a few years, there have been dense knife marks under the pillar.

After silently touching the knife mark for a long time, Gan Ping sighed slightly and stood in front of the pillar, with the edge of his palm like a knife. On this thick pillar, he cut it again according to his height. Perhaps this is also the last time I came to this place full of childhood memories, and since then, the turnaround is far away.

With the wind, Gan Ping slapped a second-order monster that rushed at him fiercely. After so many years, this half of the mountain has become a paradise for monsters. Unfortunately, Gan Ping is not a weak child in those years. After passing through the place where Xuantian grabbed the spiritual array, Gan Ping took a slight look, and no longer missed it. He flew straight to the east. The originally broken spiritual eye had long been broken after being extracted by Xuan Mingzi's array. This is the beginning of Gan Ping's embarkation on the fairy road, but isn't it the beginning of their father and son separation?

After staying in Ma Jiaji for two days, Gan Ping embarked on the journey again. The first step was to come to this half of the mountain and look at the good furnishings of the wooden house where he originally lived. Obviously, his father had left safely. As long as he went to visit the Gan family in Tiancheng, he could find him.

Although Gan Ping is kind-hearted, the village elder Ma Tou and Mr. Zhang do not want to live in Zihua Fairy House. They just hope to choose some qualified children to cultivate immortals in Majiabao in the future. Gan Ping had no choice but to resist these two elders, so he had to give up. Before leaving, Gan Ping specially left a large amount of gold and silver, and strengthened the bodies of the closest people, so that the longevity of Mr. Zhang and others increased a lot.

Then Gan Ping painted a spiritual array outside Majiabao. The eyes of the spiritual array, a flawless jade, were hanging on Ma Zhang's neck. Gan Ping was not assured of Xuanzheng's character. He couldn't leave the formation, and Ma Zhang was not the old horse head and Mr. Zhang. As a woman, she doesn't go out of Ma Jiaji as an adult, so it is most appropriate to put this spirit that controls the array on her.

After dealing with all the affairs, Gan Ping quietly left Ma Jiaji. Xuanzheng had been deterred by himself and took his own benefits. If he really had different thoughts as before, he would be sorry. Even his fellow brothers would inevitably take action and punish him.

With the mood of worrying about gains and losses, Gan Ping slowly marched eastward. In the past few days, the people of Luoyuezong, who were sitting in the seven big cities in the north of Yanrong Kingdom, were killed by him one by one, which relieved a lot of pressure of Miao Chengzong in Yanrong. But Gan Ping can only do this. The head teacher Wu Angrily just let himself assist by the way, not let himself carry out the task. After all, he still has important things to do.

Only when the father's safety is explored and the heart is exhausted can Gan Ping's Taoist heart be clear, and the golden elixir realm is just around the corner. Although in the eyes of others, it is already a genius that Gan Ping can achieve such a great achievement, Gan Ping knows that he has been delayed for too long in this liquid realm. With the help of real dragon essence blood and Muling quenching body milk, it also refined the fragments of the yuan god of the two masters. After the elders in the sect, he practiced the heart for himself, and also practiced the Pure Yang Heart Sutra of Kyushu Space. These are casually taken out casually. They are all great opportunities. The group can make an ordinary person. It shines brilliantly.

What's more, Gan Pingyuan is originally a yang spirit body, the body of innate fire spirit? Nowadays, the world is in turmoil, the dark tide is surging, and the signs of magic disaster are obvious. The era of chaos is coming, and Gan Ping has no time to waste any more. Only by forming a golden elixir first can he have the capital to fight against the master. And it won't take long for the people of the immortals to gather in the Kingdom of Yanrong. What a prosperous era the treasure ship will open. At that time, the wind and clouds will gather, and there will be countless people with high cultivation. If Gan Ping is still just the realm of liquid, what kind of competition will they compete with? This is also the reason why Gan Ping wants to find his father first. Anyway, let's form a golden elixir first.

All the way, the clouds are light and the wind is light. Gan Ping sits on the head of Bizhu Tianqi, feeling the freshness of autumn, and quickly moving eastward, gradually disappearing...

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Mo Yeqing's throat made an ambiguous sound, and his thick nose resounded through the whole cave. It was really wonderful. Mo Yeqing's evil spirit really got what he wanted today. The strange suction came continuously, which made him want to die. A pair of big hands couldn't help rubbing and pinching the pink and white body, with bursts of ambiguous red marks, but even if they disappeared, they still bullied the frost and snow.

What a wonderful person. Mo Yeqing hissed and looked at the beautiful and unparalleled face. His long black hair had fallen on his white and smooth back because of the action just now. The enchanting curve kept twisting, bringing greater happiness to the man. The slender neck is tilted up, and a small cherry mouth is slightly open. The slender waist like a water snake keeps twisting and sliding, which makes it even more difficult to extricate.

At this moment, Mo Yeqing felt that he had not lived in vain in his life. The women he met before had become vulgar fans. Such women, even those female practitioners in the Demon Sect who have practiced evil charm skills, are incomparable. His eyes closed slightly. Mo Yeqing licked his lips, looked greedily at the pair of beating little troublemakers, and reached out his hand with a strange smile.

The barbarian woman sitting on him who kept shaking on his body smiled and stretched out a pair of jade hands, which was tightly clasped with Mo Yeqing's big hands, ten fingers, and the palms of her palms. With this support, she shook more recklessly.

The light that was originally slightly scattered in Mo Yeqing's eyes immediately dissipated more quickly, which is a sign that the soul has begun to be intoxicated. Such evil cultivation does not stop doing things based on their own likes and dislikes, and seeks greater strength. Therefore, although the cultivation is strong and horizontal, For resisting the heart demon, even the little disciple of Zihua Fairy Mansion is not as good as that.

Obviously, the soul of Mo Yeqing has begun to lose, but he doesn't know it. He still greedily glances up and down on this beautiful body, straightening his waist from time to time. The anxious appearance makes the beautiful woman on his body eat and laugh. The laughter ecstasy, like the magic sound of ecstasy, floated in the cave. The two birds flying in the air heard the laughter and pricked their heads from the sky, as if they were drunk, flapping their wings and it was difficult to get up.

Mo Yeqing's eyes were even more confused when he heard this sound. There was already a little saliva coming out of the corners of his mouth. He giggled and looked at the beauty on his body. Nannan's charming eyes were like silk, and her cheeks were like peach blossoms. The touching beauty made Mo Yeqing's heart swing. Suddenly, her waist was numb, and there was a roar in her throat, and she suddenly spewed out.

And the beautiful and boundless beautiful woman on his body raised his beautiful neck, and his head was full of black hair and windless, making a sobbing sound, incomparable ecstasy. Mo Yeqing, who was dying as if he were going to the fairyland, was shocked to find that his desire was endless and did not stop at all, which made him shocked and showed a look of fear in his eyes.

The mellow blood and true magic power poured out of the body and were absorbed by the flawless woman. But the beautiful jade hand clasped Mo Yeqing's hands, making it difficult for him to move at all. The original ambiguous posture turned out to become a life-threatening charm. Mo Yeqing only felt that most of his blood was absorbed by several breaths, and now he struggled desperately.

The creaking sound sounded, and Mo Yeqing's thick hands slowly deformed under the tight buckle of Nannan's delicate jade hand, strangely bending into an angle, which was difficult to lift. And there were bursts of strong force on the two white and slender legs, which made Mo Yeqing's waist and limbs rattle. The barbarian girl Nannan's eyes, I don't know when it was as dark as ink, and she looked at Mo Yeqing coldly.

The bodies of the two were not separated, but Mo Yeqing's strong body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he couldn't speak. Eating and laughing, Nannan let go of Mo Yeqing's deformed arms. His soft little hands gently stroked his chest, and his tone was as gentle and charming as ever, "Lord Moye, are you comfortable?" With the strength of his legs, he creaked. Mo Yeqing's strong waist suddenly turned into a strange shape, and it had broken stiffly.