Chapter indulgence, mí drunk begging for a monthly pass!

Chu Sanjue had already arrived outside Ruolu Prison, but when he saw that the Zhu family was sealing the entrance, he immediately slyly hid aside and did not appear. Sure enough, although the Zhu family sealed the entrance, it consumed a huge amount of money, and they were unable to further explore Yue Bangyuan. Chu San was secretly complacent, and immediately ordered Black Narcissus to be sure to send someone into Yue Bangyuan before the Zhu family.

Black Narcissus wanted to send someone to sneak in several times, but was blocked by Ye Nian'an, and he hated the root of Black Narcissus' teeth.

However, seeing Ye Nian'an's left Qiao Hu and right Ma Hong, Black Narcissus's crooked mind moved lively.

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Wu Luo's condition is slightly better than Zhu Hong's, and after a day of elixir recuperation, Jīng's qi spirit has already improved a lot, but this kind of injury needs to be recuperated, and forcibly urging his uncontrollable power will cause a lot of dark injuries in his body that are difficult to feel for the time being--in this regard, Wu Luo and Zhu Hong are similar.

Zhu Hong was faint, Zhu Jin took care of the second brother, and neither of them could take care of Wu Luo. However, Zhu Hong still has a few henchmen, and he knows Zhu Hong's mind very well, so he has a good confidant who quietly prepared a copy of the Zhu family's secret healing elixir and sent someone to send it to Wu Luo.

Of course, the person who sent it will say that it was sent by Sister Daxiǎo.

The Zhu family has stood in the cultivation realm for hundreds of years, and it has its own uniqueness. Among these sī soldiers, those who can be cited by Zhu Hong as henchmen are all momentary talents.

These people occasionally heard the master mention a few words, and they could also conclude that Wu Luo was extraordinary. Sister Xiǎo's eyes are above the top, it's not a matter to go on like this. Although Wu Luo has no background, what the Zhu family needs now is not a background, but talents.

With such a huge family, no talent will inevitably prosper and decline, and it will be unsustainable.

The subordinates naturally also want the Zhu family to be prosperous, so they secretly match, not to mention that this is still Zhu Hong's mind?

The sī soldier who was ordered carried a tray with four finger-high bottles of mutton fat on it—the Zhu family's healing saint yào was very peculiar, each grain was only corn rice, and despite the fact that the bottle was not big, it contained a full hundred grains.

If you take it outside, just these four bottles of elixir can be sold for a sky-high price.

On the way, the soldier went to the toilet and temporarily placed the tray on the windowsill.

This Xiǎo building is tightly guarded by the people of the Zhu family inside and out, and not a single fly can fly in. Naturally, he didn't have anything to worry about. Just as he entered, a black shadow of almost nothingness flashed in front of the yào bottle.

The sī soldier and the guards guarding not far away were unaware, and then these elixirs were smoothly delivered to Wu Luo's room.

Wu Luo's elixir is also not much, and there are even fewer elixirs to heal wounds. The Zhu family was considered to be a charcoal in the snow, and Wu Luo would not suspect the people of the Zhu family, so after taking the elixir, he climbed up to Chuáng and fell asleep grogily.

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Zhu Jin returned to her room tiredly, she came back this time, without a close-fitting shìnv, the second brother was seriously injured, so that those big men were still a little uneasy to serve Zhu Jin. The brother and sister are deeply affectionate, and she personally took care of them all day, and the pampered eldest sister Xiǎo was also a little unbearable. It's not a question of whether the body is tired or not, the monk is strong, what is the hard work of this intensity? Mainly because she has never taken care of people before, so she is naturally a little tired.

Back in the room, it was deserted, if you were at home, just shout, and a bunch of shìnv would pour out, and now you can only do everything yourself.

Zhu Jin mō The teapot on the table was cold, she shook her head helplessly, on the stove in the corner, there was water in the copper kettle, but it was also cold.

Sister Zhu Daxiǎo doesn't make a fire, and Suo Xìng uses a spell to release a flame, and it doesn't take long to boil the water.

Then from his storage space, he took out some huā tea and made a pot of his own. The aroma was pervasive, Zhu Jin tasted it, and felt that today's tea seemed to be particularly fragrant, and thought that the water in Yanshan was good, but he didn't think much about it.

After drinking tea, she went to Chuáng to rest.

Not long after, a set of black shadows flashed outside the window, turned into a black smoke, floated in through the mén crack, and arrived in front of Zhu Jin's window, condensed and formed, turning into a slender man in black, with a black veil on his face, and a dark gold metal mask was faintly visible under the black veil. A pair of big eyes were in the dark, flashing with the light of a black thief.

Sister Zhu Daxiǎo is pampered, although Zhu Qingjiang and others often tell her about some "sinister rivers and lakes", but after all, she has not experienced it personally, otherwise she would not have been abducted by Yang Ying so easily last time.

So she couldn't tell that the tea was more fragrant than usual, because the water in the copper kettle had been added.

Looking at the sweet sister of the Zhu family sleeping on the chuáng, there was a smile in the eyes of the black narcissus. As for her dignified disciple, why there is such a promiscuous thing, that's another story.

Black Narcissus picked up Zhu Jin and grabbed a handful of her xiōng, and sighed in admiration: "I can't see it, it's still quite expected, Wu Luo is cheap for you." ”

Zhu Jin slept to death, and the black narcissus patted her tún again, and the elasticity of the hand was amazing, and the black narcissus said to himself: "I let you pick up a big cheap ......"

Without Qiao Hu and Ma Hong guarding him, there was only a Zhu family soldier standing in the corridor not far away. For Black Narcissus, it's like being undefended. She carried Zhu Jin on her shoulder, entered Wu Luo's room lightly, and then threw the two of them on Chuáng.

Looking at the two people on the chuáng, the black narcissus snickered and gently lit a pink sè incense.

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The more I sleep, the hotter I get, and the evil fire in my heart becomes more and more vigorous. Wu Luo is very aware of this feeling, although this body is only seventeen years old, but Wu Luo has a lot of experience in his previous life. Song Jianmei almost never refused him in this regard, even if he sometimes made some very excessive huā-style requests.

After being reborn, Wu Luo's mind was on how to enhance his strength, and he was even more devoted to Gu Muqing for male NV, intending to make up for the regrets of his previous life, so he suppressed a lot for male xìng big yù.

But I didn't expect it to completely explode tonight.

The effect is still there, and he's not very conscious. After turning over a few times, I felt a soft but elastic body beside me.

That body was as fiery as he was, full of jī affection. As soon as the two touched, they immediately hugged each other. Wu Luo regained the domineering spirit of the emperor, and tore the clothes on the other party's body, and his hands were held with a single hand, not big or xiǎo, just right, and the five fingers were full of swollen feelings. Soft cotton stretch, delicate and darkly scented.

The other party clearly let out a cat-like moan, and Wu Luo was even more moved, and the two bodies that seemed to be burning squeezed each other, and the fire became more and more vigorous.

The other party's domineering is not inferior to Wu Luo, and he tore his clothes clean in three or two clicks, but compared with Wu Luo, the team is obviously much more jerky, and often can't control his strength, wild like a lioness, grabbing blood marks on Wu Luo's back.

When Wu Luo arrived strongly, the other party immediately trembled, and his flexible body suddenly stretched into a bow......

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Satisfied, exhausted, and sweating profusely, the two slept until dawn.

Wu Luo, who woke up first, recalled that he smiled bitterly last night, how many years have passed, and he has actually started to dream again, but this smile stiffened on his face - he is a master of cultivation, and there is a person sleeping next to him, so it is impossible not to feel it.

Who is it?

Wu Luo turned his head slowly, the sideburns of the people on the pillow were scattered, and the jet-black hair was like a soft black satin, covering most of his face, and a beautiful face with skin like snow was faintly visible from the hair.

Wu Luo was beating a drum in his heart, and he already vaguely felt that something was wrong: if there were only a few NV people in Lu Prison, there were only two who could be perfect in figure and appearance to such a point: Black Narcissus and Zhu Jin.

To be honest, Wu Luo doesn't know which of the two will be better?

It's not good

Wu Luo felt that he had never encountered such a huge "crisis" in his life, and he kept admonishing himself to be calm, and then tried to remember what was going on. He looked around, and it was okay, it was still his own room, but when he slept yesterday, he was obviously alone......

The beauty also woke up slowly, very comfortable, very comfortable, and naturally stretched her soft waist, straightened the slender yùtuǐ, raised her flawless yù arms high, and stretched her waist beautifully.

Wu Luo slammed in his mind, and he was stupid: it turned out to be Zhu Jin

The front of the NV person was completely violent in front of Wu Luo, white and flawless, and she couldn't find even a mole on her body, just like her appearance was impeccable

The two red beans in the mouth of xiōng are like a sheep fat yù carving, embellished with bright spots and beautiful surprises.

"Sizzle" a lazy waist action, Zhu Jin shrank in pain, the pain of breaking the melon, plus last night's madness, she was the NV emperor in her bones, in order to take the initiative, she struggled with Wu Luo last night, and it was Wu Luo who enjoyed it, and of course she was the one who endured hardship.

Last night it was *yào and **, and finally I was so tired that I fell asleep, and I didn't feel it at all, but this morning I was miserable.

Under the severe pain, Zhu Jin opened his eyes and was suddenly petrified.

Countless afterimages flashed through my mind in an instant......

Wu Luo looked at her and was about to call out, so he quickly covered it: "Don't scream, as soon as you call us, it's all over......" Wu Luo screamed, but Zhu Jin bit his hand hard.

Wu Luo's fingers were bloody, and he said angrily: "You belong to a dog."

Zhu Jin's eyes were angry, and he wanted to bite Wu Luo in one bite, and Wu Luo was annoyed: "Am I the victim?"

"What did you say? Zhu Jin gritted his teeth, and his anger soared. The spiritual power around his body flashed, but unexpectedly, as soon as he moved slightly, there was a sharp pain in his lower body, and his delicate eyebrows were chōuchōu, and Zhu Jin was suddenly deflated.

Wu Luo pointed around: "This is my room, why are you here?"

Zhu Jin was speechless: "I ......"

She is not a sharp-toothed person in the first place, in fact, she has a lot of similarities with Wu Luo, that is, if the plan or something doesn't work, we will use violence to solve it.

Wu Luo is because Zhen Zhen has words: "I'm a person with NV friends, such a nòng, how can I meet people, how do you let me face Mu Qing?"

(Woohoo, I wrote almost 700,000 words before the end of the * male body, I am really a pure writer, in the name of breaking the * place, asking for a monthly pass)