You ask me how deeply I love you, the moon represents my heart.
The night is so beautiful tonight.
The moon is bright and clear, and the people are round and round.
The sun rises and the moon sets.
There was no burning fire between the two of them, but their lingering love was ignited, like a prairie fire, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
Memories of the past came rushing back, causing water to overflow in Linlang Qiushui's long eyes. Her love was so deep that she shed tears.
Zhao Wujiang kissed her face gently and said the most touching words of love.
Most lovers in the world love each other so much that they can hardly express their love, but Zhao Wujiang and Linlang love each other so much that their hearts can bloom.
Linlang's willow waist was swaying, she was breathing softly and slowly, humming with lust.
The affection was strengthened by the love, Linlang panted tenderly, her charming eyes filled with spring water, and called her husband.
Zhao Wujiang responded with a smile and replied to his wife.
This sentence made Linlang feel a heavy rain, soaking her mind and body.
Her eyes were filled with mist and spring tide, and she stared blankly at Zhao Wujiang's face.
She wished that time could stop at this moment, and that the two of them could stay together like this forever.
She held Zhao Wujiang's face and kissed him deeply.
A kiss sealed the deal, she moaned softly, and her delicate body rose and fell gently.
The love between a man and a woman is not about expressing lust but about courtship.
Linlang's eyes were blurred and filled with passion.
The lust between her and Zhao Wujiang can only be reduced to a vassal of love.
Zhao Wujiang also showed pity for the beauty, and changed from the previous openness and closeness to a gentle and slow one.
Until the passion between the two of them rose again, Linlang exhaled like a blue breath, leaned forward and rubbed her ears against each other, her voice was soft and teasing but also had a touch of majesty like a queen, and she spoke emotional words in Wujiang's ears.
As soon as the words fell, the two of them changed positions.
The next moment, the waves crashing on the cliff outside the house were no longer heard by the sudden rain inside, which made the pear blossoms tremble.
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Lin Xiaoke waited quietly beside the clan elders, listening to the clan elders and Qilin Demon Lord talking or reminiscing about the long past.
She didn't understand. It seemed that the elders of the Mingming clan and the Qilin Demon Lord were from different eras. Why could they talk about so many long-lasting things so congenially, as if they had lived in the same era.
The clan elders asked the Qilin Demon Lord about many things in the past. The span of time has reached thousands of years, often four to five thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years.
Lin Xiaoke listened carefully. She was the only junior present.
Finally, when the clan elders asked about the situation of Qilin Demon Lord's Demon Locking Tower, the atmosphere seemed to have become a little different.
The clan elders asked her to get out.
Although she wanted to hear the story of the Demon Locking Tower, she could only bow and leave.
After leaving the ancestral hall, looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Lin Xiaoke thought of her clan sister Linlang. She wondered where Linlang was now, whether she was happy alone after receiving the amnesty, or was reflecting at home alone.
She decided to check it out.
She first came to Linlang's residence and found that Linlang was not at home.
She then looked around, a little worried, afraid that Linlang would not be able to figure it out for a while, and some of the clan elders had a grudge, so she took Shui Ling Haiyue at night and left the Qingqiu Fox Clan.
She went to the places where Linlang might go within the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and then went to the temporary residence of the disciples of the Divine Demon Sect.
She arrived at Wu Jiang's residence, glanced at Wu Jiang who was looking up at the bright moon, sighed, and did not disturb him.
Lin Xiaoke's body flew past and went to other places.
She was wondering, where did Linlang go?
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She went to the clouds, she went to the depths of the sea of flowers, she went...
Wujiang gently took care of Linlang's green hair, which was wet with dripping sweat.
Linlang's charming eyes were as silky as silk, her slender hands hooked around his neck, and she softly called her husband.
Linlang's tone was a little resentful, resentful that her beloved came too late and made her wait for too long.
