After a long time, Gan Ping woke up slowly, let out a sigh, and opened his eyes, but he couldn't help but be surprised by the face of a very charming woman in front of him. Liang Ran was so close that Gan Ping felt that his breath was full of the breath of the beautiful young woman in front of him, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "Flower steward, you are..." But he couldn't say any more, because he found that the connection between the two was too tight, and if he spoke a little wider, he would touch the pink and lubricated, looking extraordinarily attractive cherry lips. He hurriedly flashed back, but the back of the chair was extremely high, blocking Gan Ping's head, and the chair was motionless, as if it was fixed to the ground.

Seeing the panic on his face, Hua Wuyi stretched out a jade finger as if he had seen a big bad wolf with food, and gently picked up Gan Ping's chin, and the gorgeous face of peach blossoms leaned forward, almost as if it was close to Gan Ping's lips. The watery eyes were full of intoxication, and just before Gan Ping opened her mouth, the heavy pure yang breath overflowed her mouth and nose, making her a little uncontrollable.

Eating and smiling, Hua Wuyi looked at Gan Ping's eyes in a daze, "Little indignation, do you know what this room is called?" Where has Gan Ping seen this scene since he was born, such a delicate and beautiful woman is so ambiguously attached to himself, what Dao heart cultivation is all thrown into the sky by him, he looked at Hua Wuyi who was close to his face with a little horror, and shook his head slightly, for fear that the amplitude would be too large and touch the delicate lip petal.

"Little wrongdoer, this room is called the dark room, do you know that the dark room does not deceive the dark room, but the people who come to the dark room are not gentlemen, do you understand?" Looking at Gan Ping's blank eyes, Hua Wuyi continued this ambiguous posture and said: "This dark room has two functions, one is to buy and sell some unsightly news, and the other is to come..." Shu Sum laughed eating, and the aroma seemed to blow through the slightly open lips of the two to Gan Ping's mouth.

"My Luo Zhenfang is inclusive of all things, as long as you can afford the price, you can offer anything. Cultivators usually look like they have a pure heart and few desires, but in fact, who knows what their hearts are?" Speaking of this, Hua Wuyi's posture has not changed, but the slender body has made a super difficult movement, Gan Ping only felt that his legs sank, and a pair of soft buttocks sat on it, and the soft feeling made Gan Ping swing and almost jump. Hua Wuyi's slender thighs rubbed against Gan Ping's body through the thin fabric, which caused Gan Ping's face to flush even more.

"So, there's this darkroom. Sister, what I practice is the water system's refining golden gun double rest battle method, which has an unimaginable effect on regulating the true element in the body?"

At this time, Gan Ping was embarrassed to find that a sensitive part of his body did not listen to his call, and some quiet changes occurred. Hua Wuyi, who was sitting on Gan Ping's lap, also noticed this situation, and the beautiful leg kept rubbing and laughing.

There are not many female monks in the cultivation realm, and even if there are a few people with outstanding qualifications, they are often reduced to the playthings of the great monks. This set of immortal methods must be cultivated by a female monk with water attributes, and it has the effect of refining the true element, of course, the true element of this refining is definitely not the true element of the cultivator. The realm of female monks who practice this exercise is progressing slowly, and only by absorbing the pure yang breath with men can they make progress, and many monks with improper hearts will look for some talented beautiful girls, and forcibly let them practice this kind of exercise, so as to refine their true yuan every day, and it has a lot of effects for more than a hundred years, but it is pitiful for these girls, and they can only be reduced to playthings.

Gan Ping was startled at first when he heard this mental method, and just wanted to get up, but the embarrassing feeling under him made him dare not move. At this moment, the silent words came again, "Sister, I am not forced to learn this mental method, like me and other low-qualified women, I don't have the luxury of expecting the sect to spend a lot of effort to cultivate, so I have to practice this self-reliance method, like those little girls outside, most of them also practice this mental method." Who let us have low qualifications and can't be accepted as official disciples by the sect?" There was a slight hint of loss in the pair of wonderful eyes as he spoke, "Fortunately, this mental method doesn't need any qualifications, this dark room is firstly the news of buying and selling, and secondly, the monks who have gone a fork in the road for cultivation to straighten out the place of Zhenyuan, do you know how to straighten out Zhenyuan?"

When Gan Ping first heard Hua Wuyi's cultivation method, he was slightly angry in his heart, thinking that this Luo Zhenzong had done something to force Liang to become a prostitute, but when he heard the latter words, the anger turned into a burst of helplessness. Yes, if you have poor qualifications, no matter how rich the sect is, it will not be cultivated in you, and the white-haired outer disciple of Miaocheng Sect is a vivid example. Looking at the beautiful flower Wuyi in front of him, Gan Ping couldn't help but deeply sympathize with this poor woman, is it really worth it to dedicate his youth and body to this endless immortal road?

Seeing that Gan Ping didn't speak, Hua Wuyi didn't care, "Is this straightening out the true yuan, of course there must be a place." You are a little enemy, you look serious on the surface, and you actually sat directly on this acacia chair. Although your cultivation is not high, this pure yang power is extremely pure, and your breath is extremely calm. Sister, I don't want to accept your spirit stones, how about just asking for a night of joy?" said this, leaning forward slightly, and two soft lips were attached to Gan Ping's lips.

Gan Ping suddenly realized why this flower Wuyi would do such a perverse act, it turned out that his actions were inappropriate. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but curse why I wanted to sit down, and I just sat on this chair, but when I came in earlier, I saw that there was only this chair in the room, and it was helpless to sit here.

The two soft lips and Gan Ping's mouth were close to each other, Gan Ping only felt the breath of heaven in his mouth, and a small lilac tongue also drilled in like a swimming fish, and the tip of the slippery and tender tongue swam endlessly in Gan Ping's mouth. There was a trace of moisturizing power in his mouth, and Gan Ping's Zhiyang spirit body was originally a surplus of Zhiyang to Gangyang Qi, and as soon as he was attracted by this moisturizing power, he immediately responded frantically.

Hua Wuyi only felt that her little tongue seemed to have entered a furnace, and the pure and majestic masculine aura almost burned herself. The body writhed in shock, and Hua Wuyi's tender white and soft little green white hand reached into Gan Ping's clothes and roamed around the sturdy body. This innate supreme yang spirit body, for this kind of woman who cultivates the double cultivation method, is no less than a top-grade spirit pill, or the kind without any side effects, Hua Wuyin can imagine how his cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds after eating this little boy.

With Hua Wuyi's movements, Gan Ping gradually lost himself in the boundless feeling of moisture, not because of lust, but because of the attraction of the moist power to the Yang spirit. Gan Ping, who was cold and confused, felt a chill under his body, it turned out that the trouser belt had been untied at some point, and a tender and soft little hand had already grasped his stubbornness.

At this time, Gan Ping came back to his senses and realized how unbearable he was. In this dark and ambiguous room, he sat on a huge acacia chair, and a beautiful young woman was sitting on top of her, twisting her waist constantly, and her little white hands had already reached into her pants, twisting and rubbing. Obviously, Hua Wuyi knows this well, and his skillful technique made Gan Ping, an untrained boy, almost cry out, and the slightest moisturizing power brought by Bai Nen's little hands invaded his mind for a while, if he continued like this, he would definitely do something.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping hurriedly stretched out his hand to push Hua Wuyi, and his hand was soft and smooth, full of elasticity, and the wonderful feeling made Gan Ping couldn't help but pinch it. Hua Wuyi snorted and straightened up, and Gan Ping realized that the placket on Hua Wuyi's chest had been wide open, and the pair of snow white, which trembled slightly like freshly peeled chicken heads, was being pinched in his hands. "Little enemy, you're so anxious, hehe..." Hua Wuyi's voice came and embarrassed Gan Ping even more.

Feeling that the strange hand under him was becoming more and more restless, Gan Ping hurriedly pushed hard, straightened up, his clothes were half exposed, and the snow-white delicate body almost showed the spring without clothes and fell to the ground. "Oh, what are you doing, little enemy..." In the dim light, the skin covered with frost and snow was even more touching against the backdrop of the fiery red clothes.