Gradually, Hu Miaomiao no longer resisted, and made a timid voice from her mouth, so obedient that it was endearing.
Zhenjun Qinghui looked deeply at her face and said tenderly: "Look, you also like me touching you."
"You are my woman, you can only love me and think of me all the time."
"As long as you behave, no matter what you want, Master can satisfy you."
"But if you dare to betray me and fall in love with another man, Master will go crazy. Not only will he imprison you day and night, but he will also crush that man to ashes."
He spoke softly and slowly, like sweet whispers between lovers, but what he said made people shudder.
No one would doubt the authenticity of his words, because his expression was so crazy that he actually laughed as he spoke.
In the cave, ferocious laughter echoed.
Hu Miaomiao instinctively felt danger, so she opened her eyes quietly, but the moment she saw Zhenjun Qinghui, she suddenly seemed to be a different person.
She was full of affection, tender and timid when looking at True Lord Qinghui, like a little girl with deep roots of love, and she was filled with satisfaction for this person.
"Master..."
Hu Miaomiao shouted softly and timidly leaned into his arms. When she smelled the scent of pine on his body, her heart was racing.
For some reason, just seeing the master made her whole body weak, and she really wanted the master to kiss her.
However, such words were too embarrassing and she couldn't say them out.
Hu Miaomiao bit her lower lip. She felt that Zhenjun Qinghui was so handsome and fierce, but she didn't dare to take another look at him, and her eyes became more and more shy.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhenjun Qinghui raised her chin, rare and domineering, wanting to take in all her expressions.
At this time, Hu Miaomiao was as tender as water, and her heart was beating harder. There seemed to be a voice in her mind saying that this was the man she loved most, the man she trusted unconditionally.
Under the control of the Love Gu, Hu Miaomiao's heart was uncontrollably in love with True Lord Qinghui, and she was about to lose herself.
She smiled infatuatedly and was as beautiful as a dream. No one in this world could reject her charm, including Zhenjun Qinghui.
"Master, I like you so much."
After saying that, Hu Miaomiao felt shy and buried her head on Zhenjun Qinghui's chest, but listening to his violent heartbeat, her own heartbeat also jumped.
Zhenjun Qinghui was very happy, really happy. He kissed her little face tenderly and said, "Miaomiao, I like you more and love you more."
In this life, he no longer intends to let Hu Miaomiao go.
The two of them looked at each other, with endless love flowing in their eyes. I don't know who moved first, and the ambiguous atmosphere was instantly ignited, and they slowly kissed.
This kiss was like a raging fire that could not be extinguished easily.
The cave was getting hotter and hotter, and ambiguous sounds were intermittent. It was not difficult to imagine the heat between them.
Zhenjun Qinghui looked more like a madman. The black mist in his eyes became thicker and thicker, gradually occupying the entire pupil.
At this moment, rather than saying that he is a glorious swordsman, it is better to say that he is a dormant demon.
However, his strength was not something Hu Miaomiao could bear, and his heat was not something Hu Miaomiao could contain.
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
In the intense pain, Hu Miaomiao kept crying and trembling all over.
Zhenjun Qinghui hugged her tightly and comforted her over and over again: "Miaomiao, be good, women always have this kind of experience, and it won't hurt soon."
However, Hu Miaomiao still shook his head randomly, pushing the man on top of him and begging: "Master, I don't want it anymore, please forgive me."
Zhenjun Qinghui didn't speak, just looked at her deeply.
Hu Miaomiao was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly and cried miserably, "Master, I will die, I really will die."
"No, Master loves you the most."
"Ugh! I don't want it anymore..."
Maybe Hu Miaomiao was too afraid of pain, maybe she cried too hard, but Zhenjun Qinghui couldn't bear it after all, and sighed: "That's all."
Hu Miaomiao was afraid that he would be unhappy, so she hugged his neck tightly and sobbed: "Master, don't be angry with me."
"I am not angry."
"Really?" Hu Miaomiao didn't quite believe it. After all, Zhenjun Qinghui also looked like this when he was angry.
"Master..."
"Um?"
"How about next time?" Hu Miaomiao bit her lower lip and said shyly: "Next time, I will give my body to you..."
She was so embarrassed that her whole body turned red. Her soft black hair was scattered on the bed, making her skin whiter than snow. Because it was too hot, her little face was still steaming.
Such a beauty was right under his body, but Zhenjun Qinghui still held it back and sighed: "Next time, you can't cry out in pain."
Hu Miaomiao nodded quickly and said coquettishly: "Master, you are so kind to me."
Zhenjun Qinghui smiled faintly and hugged her into his arms, "Go to sleep, Master will hold you."
The next moment, Hu Miaomiao suddenly felt very tired and fell asleep quietly.
However, Zhenjun Qinghui stayed awake for a long time and just looked at her quietly with extremely aggressive eyes.
…
On the other side, Xue Qingcang still felt very complicated after leaving the cave.
Piaomiao Peak was very big, but Xue Qingcang felt that he had nowhere to go, so he came to the cold pool in the back mountain and waved his sword over and over again.
The waterfall cascades thousands of miles, splashing thousands of waves, and the sound of water echoes above the cold pool, which is inexplicably disturbing and peaceful.
At this time, Xue Qingcang's clothes were all wet, his face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or pool water.
All he knew was that his mind was very confused, and it was even more chaotic when he was practicing his sword, and his breath was a little unstable.
However, he was like self-abuse, unwilling to stop until the last trace of spiritual energy was exhausted.
I don’t know how long it took, but the night was getting very dark. The vast moonlight was shining on the earth, the waves were sparkling on the cold pool, and a full moon was reflected in the water.
Xue Qingcang finally exhausted his strength and lay on his back on a big rock, breathing heavily, his thoughts still a mess.
Not long ago, he and Hu Miaomiao practiced here together.
That stupid woman didn't know how to go back when it rained. She sat on the big rock under him and was stupid enough to cover her shoes with leaves...
The sky was clear everywhere, and Xue Qingcang couldn't help but think of every little moment of getting along with Hu Miaomiao, her stupidity, her love of crying and laughing, and her coquettish ways to please.
If he could do it all over again, Xue Qingcang would definitely stop scolding her and teach her how to practice well.
In this case, the master will not teach her to practice in person, right? They can go back to the past, right?
At that moment, Xue Qingcang regretted summoning the master and letting him take Hu Miaomiao away.
However, that sentence echoed in his mind again: "No matter what, Miaomiao will be your future master wife..."
Yes, she is his future master's wife, the woman designated by the master. How can I think too much about it?
Xue Qingcang told himself over and over again not to think about it, but he still refused to give in.
In other words, how could he be willing to do so?
Not long ago, they kissed each other passionately, and they couldn't help themselves.
She saw all over his body and touched all over her body. In addition to breaking her body, the two of them did everything that a Taoist couple would do.
She provoked herself and still wanted to escape unscathed? There is nothing so beautiful in this world!
The more Xue Qingcang thought about it, the angrier he became, and he smiled bitterly and said: "If I had known this, I should have broken the melon for you in the darkroom, so that you would not forget the pain."
That way, she would be completely her own.
Xue Qingcang has always been arrogant and unruly. No one can control him except Zhenjun Qinghui, but such a proud talent also has troubles.
"Hu Miaomiao, what kind of poison did you give me?"
