Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

Sangsang woke up.

Sangsang felt that he was in the underworld.

"Come on, Meng Po soup, drink it while it is hot."

The culprit who killed him was full of innocence, scooped a spoonful of bright red soup, and graciously delivered it to her lips.

Sangsang's face was gloomy, and the first move to raise his waist was to choke to death.

The **** old woman dared to ruin his good deeds!

The woman's pink neck was slender and tender, like a smooth pearl, her hands slipped up and down uncontrollably.

"Sangsang true color."

With a serious face, opening his mouth is a small yellow article.

"Isn't it enough for Master to undress you and take care of you? Now you don't even let your neck go!"

"..."

Sangsang's chest trembled with anger.

Shut up woman, her ears are dirty!

Sangsang has done so many deceptions, and for the first time he fell on this guy who didn't play his cards according to the card.

"Nephew Sang is awake."

A figure walked outside, with a cold face and a ringing ring, surrounded by clouds and mist, sandwiched by the fine snow.

He was so weak and turned his head to look, he was worthy of being the first male protagonist. This look, this figure, this attitude, absolutely, a proper little fairy man.

"Little Junior Sister, what do you think I am doing?" The head senior frowned.

"Brother, your waist is really thin." Such a weak praise sincerely.

Xiaoxian Nan was puzzled.

"What's the point of waist thinness?"

He paused, and then said, "Sister, your waist is thinner than that of a brother."

"I'm strong."

So weak and sad squeezed the girdle.

She thought that she didn't have much time. Taking advantage of the heroine's sleep, she went to the kitchen and ate a basket of delicacies from mountains and seas. Now her stomach is still a bit congested.

The senior brother in charge came over, stuck his fingers into the girdle, and carefully comforted, "Little junior sister, you can go in, it's really not strong."

"You only have one!"

The brother-in-chief was kind enough and stuck in again.

"Yes...it's a bit tight."

"Yes, I can't go in anymore!"

"For brother, try again for brother."

Sangsang: "..."

Have you forgotten that there is a big living person lying on the sick bed waiting for the teacher to send warmth?

And how weird this conversation is.

"Master Master..."

The beauty's lip color was pale, she grabbed the quilt, and spoke weakly.

It's a pity that she met the weak and fully immune control king.

The wicked woman played with the fingers of the head brother again, "Brother, why are your fingers cold?"

Like her, it's all big ice cubes.

No wonder the two icebergs don't call.

The senior brother in charge whispered, "Sister sister, you forgot, what the brother cultivates is to forget feelings too much. The body is always ice."

Too much forgotten love, Tai Jingmen's first mentality.

Because the ancient law has been destroyed, and the leftovers are leftovers. If you practice carelessly, you will have to say goodbye to the world.

This mental method is currently the strongest existence in the realm of comprehension. Once you have practiced it will excel, and if you don't practice it, you will become infatuated. Their master was a follower who was too ungrateful. He practiced to kill his wife at the end and went mad after waking up and committed suicide.

The disciples who originally practiced shook Dao Xin, one by one withdrew halfway, and in the end, only the masters and brothers remained.

A sword shook the ancient and the modern.

But because of this, Taijingmen stood out from the three sects and six sects, and was honored as the first immortal gate by each head.

Such a weak heart sighs, it is worthy of being the standard for the male protagonist. It was originally a character set for a loveless love, but it turned out to be a female initiative.

"Brother, it doesn't matter, you can always find someone who warms your body and warms up your efforts."

It's just that the price is a bit bad.

Betrayed by the heroine, go crazy, release ten thousand swords to kill the formation.

Little Junior Sister became a salted fish slaughtered in the killing array.

If you say hate brother, it is also hate. If you were not deceived by a spy, why would I have caused such a murder? But she was not so hateful. After all, she was the youngest when she started, only six years old, and she was also brought up by her senior brother. This person also used a hand holding a sword to tie her head rope and buy candied haws.

The eldest brother is like a father that employers can't hate.

So she chose to escape to death, hand over the world stage to the protagonist of the storytelling population, recognize her identity as cannon fodder, and no longer mix it with it.

It's also pretty good.

With a weak smile, "Brother, take care of Sangsang, I'll go out for a digestion first."

Only two people were left in the room.

"Why were you in a coma in Taolin last night? You were also poisoned by Red Yanzong's partridge?"

"How is your cultivation, Master Master? Do you need Sangsang to cooperate with you?"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Sangsangwu’s shawl, even when she is sick, is still beautiful and moving. “Master teacher, I suspect that a spy has been in the door.” She looked righteous and made her responsibilities clear, “especially Beside Master, there are all kinds of ghosts and ghosts lurking even more, allowing them to take advantage of the loopholes and move their hands and feet in eating. Their heart is shameful. Please be sure to investigate thoroughly."

The plan failed, and only a few unimportant pieces were discarded.

Senior brother Qing Lingling glanced over the woman, she straightened her waist frankly, and he was silent for a long while, "Nephew Sang, this matter is unfair to you."

"The Demon Sect is becoming more and more rampant now." Sangsang, who was born to be charming, was rare in awe-inspiring righteousness.

She scolded herself.

"Especially the devil's sangyu, a dung-stirring stick, stirs wherever the water is muddy, making the three sects and the six factions uneasy. It's **** and panic, but the day of the devil's fall is approaching every day."

"It is incumbent for Sangsang to dedicate his life for your Taishang Wangqing method to reach the realm of Dacheng, for the Taijingmen, for the prosperity and tranquility of the world."

Too much forgotten love, pay attention to the number of ways to build after breaking, the head of the senior brothers each reached the peak.

Only one way is left.

At his level, there is almost no one to talk to, no one to approach, and people respect him and fear him. Isn't that another yoke?

And Sangsang, the man who wore the Taoist robe arbitrarily and charmingly, especially boldly recommended himself, saying that he would be his listener.

Thanks to the ground, the bottleneck has loosened a lot.

"Nephew Sang, if you need it, just speak up."

Sangsang bent his eyes, "Don't worry, Master Master, I have a big appetite, but I won't be polite to you."

The head brother gave a cold hum, "Then you have a good rest, I will come to see you another day."

He stepped out the door, and the person who had previously said that he wanted to digest was lying on his back on the ridge of the roof.

The mental method of the junior sister is different from him. It is more suitable for women to practice the Baoyuan Jue. The cultivator's essence, energy, and spirit are integrated with the body, so that it does not internalize, does not overflow, and refines a very yin sword energy.

This mental method is famous for its sharpness and insight, but the first one of the practice tips is to persuade no young girl to cultivate.

——Can't break the body.

The younger sister also held Yuan Shouichi as the master expected, as if walking on thin ice, and did not make too much contact with men.

"Brother, you are leaving."

She was lying on it, in a snake-like posture, inexplicably soft and charming.

"Cultivate hard."

The head brother nodded, as if there was no trace on the snow, his thin body hidden in the bamboo forest.

"cough--"

Sangsang in the house covered his throat. The effect of the medicine was so strong that it almost made his throat dumb, and faintly aroused the fire poison in his body. And killing Tantai as weak and inheriting the Frightening Sword Art is now an urgent matter.

Either you die or I die.

Sangsang appeared to be obediently recovering from the illness, but actually left a stand-in puppet, and touched the target's house in the middle of the night. The head of the Taijingmen spoiled this woman especially, and gave her the largest mountain top and the ten-mile peach forest. It was a big deal to build the Qionglou in Jueling.

But the leader himself was too shabby, living in a broken thatched house that leaked everywhere.

She disguised her voice and fell on the eaves as light as a butterfly, blending into the night.

Sangsang was waiting for people to practice.

"Tick it well, don't lick it!"

"My dear sister loves you."

He squatted for one hour, two hours, three hours...

She was shocked.

The other party kicked the pig all night long!

Doesn't she need to practice? Don't you need to sleep?

How could she not be so motivated!

Sangsang suffocated her breath, she didn't believe that she couldn't squat for the moment when her mind was relaxed.

Therefore, Sangsang became her head disciple of various styles in the day, and clocked in on time at night.

The big beauty got out of dark circles.

Such a weak tusk, expressing distress, "Look at the red circles under your eyes, it's pitiful."

Sangsang: "..."

She is all thanks to her.

Sangsang suppressed his anger, with tenderness on his face, "Master, don't tease the disciple, you don't know, what you said that night, the disciple was scratching his lungs, tossing and turning, and could not sleep all night. "Yes." Her eyes flashed, "Sangsang always remembered the words Master said, and exchanged death for my happiness."

So weak choked.

If you want her to die, just say it, don’t you have to be so tactful?

She confessed it purely because she wanted to be disgusted by the heroine, but was hooked by the sow halfway, and she simply let the heroine go on the road first, and then she found a piece of land to "destroy love."

When she delivered the second piglet, Xipi, the hostess, came and rescued the person on the spot.

This enemy is alive and well, so weak, he doesn't want to die.

Although, she still has to satisfy the employer's wishes.

So I was so weak and said without hesitation, "Master loves you so much, let alone my heart, you can go if you order."

Sangsang was taken aback, and then sneered.

Could this woman really fall under her pomegranate skirt? Also, this Taijingmen is a sword repairer who is so simple that there is only one muscle left. He knows nothing but practice, and he doesn't know anything about affairs, which makes it easier for her to commit crimes.

The rhetoric is not worth mentioning.

But still unable to show his feet, Sangsang said aggrieved, "What is Master, why would Sangsang want Master’s life? Didn’t Sangsang explain it, that fermented wine was the hand of a disciple of the magic door, Sang? Without notice, Sang fell into their trap—"

The weak finger touched the female disciple’s red lips, and continued to disgust her, "No need to explain, no matter if you did it or not, Master, Master will be happy."

Sangsang was really out of temper by her tossing.

So weak took her hand and stepped into the woman's bedroom.

Sang Sang Yuguang glanced, and the golden thread of the bedding was covered with petals.

The aroma is tangy and lingering.

Sangsang shook his shoulder.

This, this woman, really is plotting against her delicate flower!

"I prepared a bunch of red silk."

So weak pointed to the red silk hanging on the beam, the thin and soft material, which floated up and down with the breeze from the windows, and it was beautiful and beautiful. So weak every day I woke up and wanted to find a red silk, but when she thought of her breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper, and her favorite pets, she decided to fight again tomorrow.

Then it has been dragged until now.

She twisted her waist, flew on her body, pulled a red silk, and said sadly.

"Kiss and my disciple, Master is leaving you, so remember to add clothes after the cold weather, drink more hot water and stay up late—"

So weak interprets emotions full and vivid.

Sangsang's heartstrings moved at first. Through a beautiful skin, she murdered and drank blood. She has been miserable for many years. There are many people who hate her. They call her a beauty and a shame. There are more people who love her. They are eager to be in love with her. Just figure her body.

Is it true that this old woman is true as she said that night, has long admired her, and is afraid of being a woman, being a master and apprentice, so she deliberately avoids her, cold her, and hate her?

In the end, she wanted to open up, penetrated her ambition, and jumped into her trap without hesitation?

The world loves her, but there are not many who really want to die for her.

She thinks so, it is inevitable that she feels pity for this person, how pitiful people are trapped by love, "Master, disciple remember."

So, you will be the brightest bunch of fireworks on my road.

Sangsang smiled and hung himself looking weak.

A stick of incense passed.

A cup of tea passed.

An hour passed.

"Master, can you tell me what are you doing?"

Sangsang has bright eyebrows and a warm smile.

He is so weak floating on it, his chin is against the red silk, very innocent, "My neck has its own thoughts. It tells me that I don't want to suffocate and die, kiss my disciples, or forget it today?"

You still choose a good day to hang yourself.

You are just playing, right?

Sangsang couldn't bear it.

The resentment accumulated over the past few days suddenly erupted, and she drew her sword up, and with a scream, the red silk fell. She grabbed one of them, pasted it on the weak, from waist to back, from hand to toe, tied tightly, with great strength, strangled her white clothes, revealing the red shirt inside.

"Oh, it hurts, be gentle."

"Oh, waist, itchy, scratch it. Kiss my disciple, scratch it, or the master will itchy so hard that he will come back to you as a ghost."

Sangsang took a deep breath, she endured it.

The dying person has a deep affection for her again, and she barely fulfills her wish.

She rubbed the soft flesh of her waist with her fingertips.

Sang Sangman thought indifferently, and it was really ecstatic.

"It's over, Master, my disciple will send you on the road." Her eyes were icy, "A good journey, don't look back."

So weak suddenly remembered, "By the way, now it seems to be ball feeding time."

She didn't watch, the cubs in this litter were easy to fight.

"……what?"

Ball, isn't it the sow she is talking about?

Sangsang couldn't keep up with her thoughts at all.

She was so weak and said seriously, "Is it okay if I die after watching the ball and breastfeeding? She has a dystocia, a little postpartum depression, I care about it a lot, a life!"

Sangsang's eyes twitched.

So weak and ready to slip away, he was pushed by the bed, his eyes above his thin waist.

The corners of Sangsang's lips curled up slightly, "Master, being a human being, you can't speak without words."

So you have to die!

She pinched the red silk with her fingertips, binding her weak neck.

This red silk is also very well-known, named "Dead Lovesick". It is said that a goddess was betrayed. She strangled her husband to death with this red silk, sacrificed this thing, and was in a disaster.

Sangsang had thought about it, and when she strangled the person to death, she would let her stand in charge of the crime, and she, justifiably, took over Taiyuan Mountain.

Sangsang's pupils were scarlet, and desires emerged.

"Boom—"

She was blown into the air by the cold wind and pierced a full twelve walls.

And so weak, dumbfounded.

What a miserable woman.

No, what she should worry about now is the cost of her palace repairs!

"Little Junior Sister, are you okay?"

The head brother looked cold and stern, and his whole body seemed to be caught in the cold wind and fine snow.

"My--"

Without waiting for the weak to speak, the senior brother in charge made a decision, "Sangsang, the fifth-generation disciple of Taiyuan Mountain, has no respect, and imprisoned the sword mound, received seventy-eight swords, and regretted himself."

The penalty hall's worship received an edict from the head, and rushed over without stopping.

"This, what's wrong with this?"

Enshrinement is very strange.

On weekdays, the head of the breeze and Langyue is full of solemnity, and the nine elders have an innocent look. She is wearing the head of the white cloud pine crane robe, revealing an apricot red single shirt.

He couldn't ask anything, so he had to apprehend the prisoner.

The majesty of the head is unfathomable. Sangsang fractured many places, and his skin was red as if soaked in a sea of ​​blood, full of blood and debris. She raised her neck softly, her face filled with panic and panic, "Teacher, Master, save me. Master teacher, Sangsang, Sangsang really didn't hurt Master."

This inverted black and white Yazi is really amazing.

"It didn't hurt her, why did you tie her up, and why did you ride on her waist? The deity sees that you are blinded by a deliberate sorcery!"

Sangsang blushed like a peach, dripping with blood.

"This is the art of joy. If you don't believe it, ask Master if you don't believe it."

The senior brother sternly reprimanded, pointing to a circle of red marks on his weak neck, "The evidence is solid, do you still want to quibble?!"

"Master likes this!" Sangsang said innocently, "suffocating happiness."

Suddenly, the two men present could hardly stare at her.

So weak: It's too much. She has all the hats on her head in order to get rid of her crime. She doesn't want face.

Green Tea opened her eyes slightly, as if she couldn't believe it. She lowered her eyelids again, and showed her violent inner movement with trembling eyelashes. Then, she leaned on the chest muscles of Xiaoxian male's head and whimpered. "Yes, yes, I volunteer..."

Sangsang's eyes were red with anger, don't make bad tricks if you have the ability!

The senior brother pressed her back to prevent others from seeing the sadness of the younger sister.

"Seventy-eight swords are too light. Added to one hundred and eight swords."

"Brother, don't be like this, she is just a child, ignorant." She whimpered with tears in her eyes.

"One hundred and fifty-eight swords."

"Brother, she doesn't kiss me very hard, just let her go." She pleaded.

"Five hundred swords."

Sangsang's face was green.

If she believes in this woman's mouth, she will give her head to the donkey to kick it!