Ling Xuanluo confirmed that Xiangli's lotus coffin was okay in the Mustache Raising Temple, and a high heart could finally fall. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xiangli was rescued by Sanya. Sang Ya wanted to meet Ling Xuanluo again, and informed him to go to Camellia Valley through the blue peacock feather.

He was anxious to see her, and he was even more afraid that she would wait for a long time, so as soon as he left the temple, he flew up and stepped on the Jiaoqiu Sword, and rushed to the meeting place with the wind.

In the blink of an eye, this incomparably familiar place reappears in front of you.

The fragrance of camellia flowers was so strong that it drifted in the wind, making him think as if he was in a dream, and he was still stuck in the day before yesterday, and he was about to see hundreds of peacock ghosts coming out from under the flowers.

Everything was still as rosy as it was then, with no bonfires to recruit the Protoss and no Iron Soul to invade.

Standing in the sea of flowers, he was intoxicated, drunk for a while, but suddenly woke up, a little unsure of what he entered, whether it was the illusion set by Sanya or reality, he could only stand stupidly among the flowers and wait, waiting for her to appear.

Just as I was thinking about it, I felt a tap on the shoulder.

"Sanya!" he called out her name, turned around in astonishment, and sure enough, he saw her beautiful and picturesque face, but it was exactly the same as Xiangli.

"Sanya, it's you! you're okay!" After a series of thrilling fierce battles, it can be described as nine deaths, and when he saw her again, he suddenly had a strange urge to take her tightly into his arms.

But in his life, he really hasn't been in the world for a few years, and he hasn't even touched the girl's hand so far, so he suddenly had such a thought about a person, and his heart suddenly felt very uneasy, and his impulse turned into cowardice in an instant, and he didn't dare to move, so he could only bow his head with a red face.

Sonya seemed to be more impulsive than he was, and as soon as he took his eyes off her face, before he could look at her feet, she slammed into his arms like a frightened finch.

Unsuspectingly, he suddenly hugged such a soft, flowery person, and at the same time, her orchid-like breath spat on his cheeks, making his mind go blank. But it wasn't over, before he could react, his pale and bloodless lips had been captured by her tender red lips, and they clinged to each other without saying anything.

I didn't hold hands, I had my first hug, and the feeling of hugging hadn't been experienced in detail, so I kissed it clearly, could it be that girls outside the Central Plains were so direct and hot when expressing love?

Ling Xuanluo was completely stunned, although he was shocked, he was reluctant to let go of his arms, and he was even more afraid that if she let go of herself, the blood in her body would also pour into her brain in a second, and her whole body was like a fire, burning him at a loss. He wanted to run away paradoxically, but the two mouths were sucking tightly together, where could he escape?

The panic for a moment softened as the kiss softened and gradually subsided. When he calmed down, he felt a fragrant warm current from between her lips and teeth, flowing into his surging veins, warming every inch of his skin.

It turned out that kissing a woman produced such a mysterious feeling, his blood was boiling because of the tip of her tongue, her fragrance, and his body was trembling because of her touch, but his heart had never been so calm, and he even just wanted to hold her quietly and kiss like this. He wouldn't want to run away again, even if he would be imprisoned by her hot kiss for the rest of his life.

His hand, lightly brushed her back, the nephrite-like smoothness, so that he couldn't hold it for a while, and fell to a lower position, who knew that this negligence was enough to make him regret it for the rest of his life: the kiss between the lips was gone, replaced by a hot slap, which fell on the face crisply, and the hand was called a ruthless, and the blood at the corner of his mouth flowed out so innocently.

The kiss didn't stop, and he was slapped in the blink of an eye, why was that? He covered his face and looked at her, dazed, aggrieved, and helpless.

"You...... Don't touch me!"

Sanya's face was as red as a peach blossom in March, and he instinctively thought that as long as he stretched out his fingers and flicked it, he could get a hand of pink, but how could he dare to approach her?

(To be continued.) )