The walls of a natural cave are covered with shade-loving vegetation and small blue flowers. The night pearls the size of a fist are inlaid on the top of the cave in the layout of the seven-star Beidou. There was a faint fragrance floating in the air. The smell is a little clear, but when you smell it, it gives birth to such wisps of beauty.

The pale cyan curtain, as thin as the wings of a cicada, like a still-blooming lotus, hangs layer upon layer around the white jade bed. On the bed, there are two figures staggered. The shadow was barely visible, but there was a moaning sound that came out intermittently.

Hua Qingye lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her clothes wide open, and her bare porcelain white skin was covered with bruises. The long satin hair was scattered messily on the white jade bed, sliding slightly as his body trembled slightly. His eyebrows touched slightly, sweat was hidden on the straight nose, and a soft lip like a flower petal was tightly pursed, as if he was in pain.

Hu Yan hung on top of the cyan dye, and a touch of bright red clothes hung on the thin and straight body, not bewitching, but a little colder. She wore a simple silver mask on her face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, except for her eyes that glowed with a faint light, carefully observing Hua Cyan's reaction.

Hu Yan stretched out his almost transparent slender jade hand, slowly stroked Hua Qing's undulating chest, and pressed it his abdomen!

"Woo......" Hua Qingran let out a low cry of pain, and her body bounced up, and her slender neck leaned back, forming a seductive arc. A drop of sweat slanted along his delicate jaw, across his slender neck, and into the sexy collarbone on the left side. Hua Qing's body fell soft on the white jade bed again, like dough to be kneaded. There were a few drops of blood on his lower abdomen, and I don't know if it was Hu Yan's or his own.

Hu Yan gathered his red clothes, turned over and lay down beside Hua Qingran, and slowly closed his eyes. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and slowly turned to the side, propping her head on one hand, and watched as Hua Qingran woke up.

The black eyelashes dyed by cyan are like the wings of two butterflies, and after gently flapping their wings, they slowly open their eyes. Those eyes were a little hazy at first, and they were as cute as the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Between two breaths, the haze receded, revealing the vastness and magnificence of the Milky Way.

Hua Qingran noticed that there was someone beside her, and immediately sat up vigilantly and looked at Hu Yan. He got up too violently, only to feel a wave of dizziness, and his body couldn't help shaking.

Hu Yan pillowed his arm, lazy and comfortable. Her voice came from under the silver mask, full of banter: "The shadow of the green tent warm bed shook gently,"

When Hua Qingran heard this, her eyes lit up and she glared at Hu Yan.

Hu Yan hooked his lips and smiled, his eyes swept unscrupulously on Hua Qingran's body, as if he was enjoying a large piece of scenery: "The porcelain muscle jade tree is dark and coquettish." ”

Only then did Hua Qingye realize that she was naked! He looked down to straighten his robe, but saw bruises all over his body. His pupils narrowed suddenly, and his fingers clutching the placket of his shirt turned white. He took a deep breath and tugged at the hem of his shirt to cover his body.

Hu Yan sat up, grabbed the saber placed on the pillow in his hand, walked down the white jade bed barefoot, and pinned the saber to his waist casually, while saying again: "Good kung fu for skillful cloud turning." ”

Hua Qingran was so angry that she lifted the curtain, stepped on the ground barefoot, stared at Hu Yan's back tightly, and asked, "Why?!" ”

Hu Yan tilted his head and said slowly in an extremely resentful tone: "Dawn Breaker forgets to be delicate. Turning his head, with a sly smile in his eyes, he raised his feet and walked in the direction of the stone gate. She opened the door and motioned for Hanayazome to leave on her own. Then he turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Hua Qingran looked at the woman's thin back, his eyes flickered twice, he took a step forward, but fell back on the white jade bed due to physical exhaustion.

Hu Yan opened the stone door, walked into the bathroom, and was just about to take off his dress, but he heard Hua Qingran calling his sister. The voice was slightly hoarse, as if it had drifted from a far, far away place, and despite the vicissitudes of life, it still had the power to nourish all things. It's not seductive, but it's delightful.

Hu Yan turned around and saw that Hua Qingran was draped in long black hair, barefoot, wearing a white background and silver thread dress, her cheeks were flushed with pale pink, and the whole person was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world, walking towards him step by step. There is a color in his eyes that is so thick that it can't be dissolved.

He said, "Sister, how about taking a bath together?" ”

Hu Yan was slightly stunned, and secretly said that it was not good.

Hua Qingran stumbled under her feet and came straight to Hu Yan.

Hu Yan dodged to avoid the collision of flowers and blue dyeing, and let him bump into the edge of the bath. The placket of the cyan dyed clothes was spread out, and the two slender thighs were slightly bent, sticking to the cold ground, with a kind of raging gorgeousness.

After a while, Hua Cyanyan supported her body, slowly got up, and stepped back. There seemed to be mist in his eyes, and he only glanced at Hu Yan lightly, and then lowered his head. At that glance, if other women saw it, I am afraid that they would be eager to hold all the family wealth at his feet, in exchange for a moment of his smile.

Hu Yan shook his head and smiled, and was just about to wave his hand to let Hua Qing dye out, but a long sword pierced her abdomen!

It turned out that Hua Qingran grabbed the sword that Hu Yan put on the stone platform at the moment of falling.

Hu Yan's body leaned back and fell into the bath, her red dress was like a blood-soaked flower, swaying with a beautiful charm. There was shock, incomprehension, and anger in her eyes, and finally turned into a self-deprecating laugh, as well as the indifference and coldness of seeing through life.

If it was in the past, the sword stabbed by Hua Qingran would have failed nine times out of ten, but today she was not only physically exhausted, but her brain was becoming more and more muddy. In recent years, she has been wondering when she will die. However, what she never expected was that she would die on a joke. Hey, no matter how powerful a woman is, she can't match a beautiful man who can be cheap.

The name of the sword in Hua Qingran's hand is called "Three Realms", and it is Hu Yan's belongings. It is jet black all over, with blades like autumn frost, and it is exuding a cold chill at the moment. After sucking Hu Yan's blood, it began to buzz and vibrate.

Hua Cyanzome is a ruthless character. He grabbed the "Three Realms" tightly with both hands, and actually stepped forward again, wanting to make up for Hu Yan's sword.

Hu Yanman glanced at Hua Qingran disdainfully, stretched out his hand and flicked it in the water, and a stream of air rushed straight to a small hole in the wall of the bath.

In Hua Cyan's shocked gaze, the bottom of the bath actually separated from the middle, and the bath water in that pool fell down with the woman in red.

No one could have imagined that this bath was built in the air!

On the huge broken wall, there is a raised stone. The bathroom is made of hollowed out stones, which is not a miracle, but the person who can build the bath here definitely has a very strong heart. Underneath the bathroom, there is a long river that flows.

Hua Qingran lay on the bathroom counter, watching the woman's body fall rapidly. Inexplicably, he actually saw a trace of relief in Hu Yan's eyes. I wanted to look at it carefully, but I couldn't see it really.

Before Hu Yan's body was swept into the abdomen by the monster of the river, he actually raised his index and middle fingers, brought them to the lips of the silver mask, touched them gently, and raised his fingers at Hua Qingzhen!

Hua Qingran secretly hated: It's really frivolous, bad, it's not a pity to die!

His gaze was cold, he flicked his robe and turned to leave.

The waves in the river are rolling, as if there are huge objects haunting.