Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

Scarlet Prefecture, Nine Directions Walled City.

In the martial battleground box.

Fang Zhou, entrusted by the spirit of the bookstore, gently rubbed the slippery thighs of the charming woman in front of him with his palms, and he popped out one after another astonishing poems, as well as the scumbag of earthy love words.

But Sister Mei's face was red with a smile, and her eyes flowed.

She is happy from the heart.

She forgot how long she hasn't been so happy.

"Youth Fang, your talent in poetry and poetry is the best in the past and the present, and it is amazing. If you go to get the fame and fame, you will definitely be the champion!"

"It's not my intention to go to school, I I just like to be a quiet Wandering Poet. I wander around the world with the person I like, walking all over the ends of the earth, and admiring the Blue Sky Yellow Springs..."

Fang Zhou touched a woman seriously On the thigh, the two chatted all night, Sister Mei's heart has been completely filled with local love words.

"Mei Bao, do you know what my shortcomings are? I lack you."

"Precious, do you know the difference between you and the stars? The stars are in the sky, and You are in my heart!"

"Treasure......"

Sister Mei had never heard such explicit words before, and his mind was hit hard.

It's like drinking a big jar of old wine, dizzy, drunk in it, and enjoying it.

Suddenly, Fang Zhou's eyes changed slightly, and endless sorrow appeared.

Sister Mei only felt distressed: "Youth Fang, what's the matter?"

"Precious, my time is running out, my lord soul is coming back, I thought Let’s talk more deeply about life with you, but unfortunately, our fate may end here."

"However, don’t be sad, don’t cry, I like to see you laugh, but I don’t want to see you cry."

"When you smile, you are beautiful."

"Tomorrow is ugly, I will keep the door for you, let's communicate in the depth of one's soul, I am willing to burn The fireworks of the soul, write poems for you."

"Precious, I used to be difficult to overcome, remember our promise."

Fang Zhou said with deep eyes.

Sister Mei holds Fang Zhou’s hand with firm eyes: "Youth Fang, tomorrow...I will wait for you!"

……

……

"Return!"

In the Martial Arts Bookstore, Fang Zhou frowned and felt very uneasy.

He without the slightest hesitation, chooses to return.

The words just fell.

Suddenly blue smoke appeared in front of my eyes, and the wisp of blue smoke turned into a vague and unrestrained scholar-like appearance, but saw that scholar gathers with blue smoke to prop up the paper fan , Smiling moved towards Fang Zhou slightly nodded, and then raised his hand, twisting the thumb and forefinger lightly like a flower...make a heart-like appearance.

[This hosting is hosted by'Wandering Poet', one of the spirits of the bookstore]

The green smoke is condensed into words and then slowly dispersed.

Wandering Poet?

Fang Zhou's unpleasant premonition is getting stronger.

The turbulent appearance, just a glimpse, I feel a coquettish air, hiding the sky and covering the earth.

Especially the heart-matching action, as if to say... dear, give a five-star praise.

Thinking about this, Fang Zhou's consciousness broke away from the Martial Arts Bookstore and returned to the fleshy body.

Open your eyes, it's bright.

What I saw before my eyes was a mature, charming, red face of a woman.

Starting...a piece of slippery.

Fang Zhou lowered his head and saw the palm covering the woman’s thighs.

"???"

"!!!"

This...

Fang Zhou's scalp is numb, and his pores are tightened , Retracted his hands like lightning!

"Mei...Sister Mei?! Why are you here?"

Fang Zhou said.

Bookstore hosting, what exactly... did you do? !

This is the so-called safest hosting? !

Sister Mei's prestige in the martial battleground is terrifying, known as the poisonous hand Rakshasa, and can be no weaker than the Heavenly Class Instructor in the martial battleground.

This Sister Mei is not only supported by someone behind it, but also because of its methods!

"gē gē gē ……"

Sister Mei looked at Fang Zhou whose expression changed drastically. Suddenly, the paper fan half covered her face, and her whole body trembled with laughter.

The more I watch, the happier I am.

"It's true!"

"It's so interesting..."

Sister Mei stood up, her exquisite and curvy figure exuding a familiar breath , She bowed her head and stared at Fang Zhou.

The slender fingers lifted Fang Zhou's chin.

"Youth Fang, let's go with my sister."

The deep emotion in the woman's eyes makes Fang Zhou extremely bewildered.

What's the moth? !

The spirit of the book house...does it run away after picking up people? !

Although Wu Ling flies, is there a pot Fang Zhou on his back? !

"Sister Mei, I can't make it."

Fang Zhou broke free of Sister Mei's frivolous fingers and said solemnly.

He is him, the spirit of the bookstore is the spirit of the bookstore.

He Fang Zhou is not a casual person.

"gē gē gē ……"

"Sister, don’t care,'Sparse shadows and slanting water and clear water, dark fragrance floating in the moon and dusk', you give sister such a good poem, sister is very I like it, Sister will cover you!"

Sister Mei smiled and trembled, her red lips couldn't stop provoking.

She shook her waist and left Fang Zhou's box contentedly, leaving only a burst of rouge fragrance.

In the box, Fang Zhou looked confused, if he remembered it correctly.

This poem...is still copied?

……

……

Master Zhao held a cigarette stick in his hand, sipped a sip of cigarette lightly in his mouth, and thick smoke jetted out from his nostrils.

With the other hand, unfold a small slap-sized book, which is different from the one I read last night.

He watched with keen interest pleasure, but he still lifts the head from time to time, looking at Fang Zhou's box.

"Ye Zimei, that woman has been in Zhouzi's box for a long time, all night, right?"

"What did you do for so long?!"

Master Zhao took a puff of cigarette and muttered in his heart.

The young servant Qi Yue found him last night and specifically informed him that Sister Mei had entered Fang Zhou's box.

Master Zhao figured it out in an instant. It must be the Sect Lord behind Ye Zimei who wanted to cut his head.

"The one behind Ye Zimei should have seen the special Qi Refinement cultivation technique practiced by Fang Zhou, so let Ye Zimei come to win..."

Master Zhao spit out smoke, shook the head.

Fang Zhou's bloody performance in boxing yesterday really shocked him, but what really surprised him was the Qi Refinement level that Fang Zhou showed.

The qi sense is very solid, like the qi sense condensed by "Opening Spirit Art", but it is not very similar. Compared with the opening spirit art on the Qi Refinement, it seems to be stronger.

"Zhouzi may have some fortuitous encounter, there may be a...martial daoist standing behind him!"

This is Master Zhao's analysis.

Regardless of whether there is a martial daoist standing or not, there is such a probability that people have to pay attention to it. A martial daoist who has created a cultivation technique beyond the level of Opening Spirit Art must be taken seriously.

"en? is out!"

Master Zhao closed the small book abruptly, narrowing his eyes.

I saw the woman Ye Zimei, swaying her waist, with a contented face, and she walked out of Fang Zhou's box with a blushing face.

Master Zhao gave a one-eyed startling glance and saw Fang Zhou in the box, like a little wife who has been wronged.

a male and a female together alone, getting along for a lonely night, a red-faced woman, a grieved teenager...

A key word emerged in Master Zhao’s mind .

Thousands of words are actually turned into four words.

Master Zhao looked down at the little book he had just read. The four words "少××宾" were written on the cover of the book.

Master Zhao as if was struck by lightning, choked his smoke.

He is also worried that Ye Zimei is not good for Fang Zhou. It turns out that the clown is myself!

Ye Zimei seems to be accidentally, Master Zhao stayed outside the door, raised her eyebrows, and slightly nodded towards Master Zhao, then swayed her hips, sexy bearing and charming temperament, and returned to the second floor.

Master Zhao put away the little book, walked to the door of the box, carrying a cigarette stick in one hand, and tapping the door lightly in the other.

"Zhouzi."

"Is it okay?"

Master Zhao whispered.

In the house, Fang Zhou suddenly raised his head, looking at a loss, opened the mouth and said:

"Duck? Where is there a duck?"

Master Zhao: "..."

Your reaction is really hammered.

This child should be the first time. The irritation is a little bit big, so I have to give the boy some time to relax.

Master Zhao lightly coughed, said: "Don't forget what I told you, I will see a distinguished person later..."

"Also, let me remind you ."

"Qian Houzi left the martial battleground clinic early..."

In the box.

Fang Zhou, whose mind is full of "duck", heard Master Zhao's words, and immediately cast aside these thoughts, his eyes became clear and cold and severe.

He got up, took the hat hanging in the box, and put it on his head.

Get out of the box and lock the door.

"Master Zhao, see you when I return."

Fang Zhou said.

Master Zhao smoking a cigarette, squinting one-eyed, nodded: "Be careful, watch out for Lei Laohu to send someone to squat you."

Fang Zhou step one stopped, moved towards Master Zhao cup one fist in the other hand.

After that, I strode directly towards the door of the martial battleground. After a few breaths, I squeezed into the crowds of the martial battleground and disappeared.

PS: On Monday, ask for a fresh recommendation ticket!