Chapter 42: Thanks to me for being a waste

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Gu Bailu couldn't figure it out: "I am such a big waste, what should the young emperor come to do it?"
"Who knows, the more powerful people are, the more abnormal they are in their hearts."
Gu Bailu sighed: "Yeah, it's really lonely like snow."
It's easy to be perverted when you are lonely.
"The young emperor has reached the bottleneck of cultivation, and it is said that it is necessary to find someone to double cultivate."
Gu Bailu quickly hugged her body: "Don't make trouble, I'm a waste, I can't fix it."
What's more, with a 150-year-old demon.
"You think too much, of course you can't, I'm afraid it's not you who rushed."
Gu Bailu breathed a sigh of relief: "Thanks to my being a waste, it would be a trouble if I was a genius. This world is full of beautiful men who want to double repair. How can I be tempted by my face control..."
"The highest state of practicing the first class is men and women. At such a high level as the young emperor, you can ignore gender."
"In other words, can men also practice with him?"
Engage in it, Nimei, so corrupt in the cultivation world.
"A very powerful, extremely talented man."
"So his goal is..."
A name flashed in Gu Bailu's mind, would it be him!
think too much! Use her as bait, how could it lead him!
...
Outside the gate of Emperor Mansion, Qin Shou looked up at the solemn and solemn plaque of Emperor Mansion.
Feng Qingtian did not glance at the plaque and walked into the gate.
It seems that the gate without any obstruction is actually heavily bounded, which is not generally accessible.
The woman in powder hurriedly ran into the room of the young emperor: "Young emperor, the unlucky king is here."
The young emperor was still the loose robe of pink jade silk, covering his body obliquely, half-scented shoulders and pectoral muscles, all exposed on the chest.
The woman in pink dangled her head and dared not look directly at her master.
"It's not too slow to come." The young emperor put down the wiping sword in his hand, and away from his hand, the purple light of the sword would converge, just like an ordinary sword, but it was brand new and just polished.
He looked up, and a fascinating smile appeared on the stunning beauty. He saw Feng Qingtian wearing a ghostly black standing at the door, and the world's streamer was wrapped in a tall and strong body.
"Come." The young emperor beckoned at him: "Come over the new brewed Xuexian Liquor."
Feng Qingtian walked over and put the Soul Sword on the case. His cold eyes stared at him directly: "Release."
"Who to put." The young emperor handed Qiongyu Cup to him.
"What conditions." Feng Qingtian drank Qiongyu Cup and swallowed it, ignoring the emperor's pretense.
"What do you think." Young Emperor Feng Eye looked at him, her eyes flickering.
Feng Qingtian hand put aside the case, the case turned and flew up, the sarcasm sword on the table instantly came out of the sheath, and he swiped towards the young emperor, and the surrounding gauze curtains rose up.
Not only did the young emperor not hide, but he rushed towards him. Feng Qingtian was not guarded and was pressed directly under him.
There was a murderous intention in his eyes, but the Soul Sword stopped when he reached the back of the young emperor.
The young emperor grinned and said, "I still don't want to kill the deity."
"Then try it." Feng Qingtian turned back and pressed him, clasping his neck with one hand: "This King's temper will only endure here."
The young emperor frowned slightly: "Only you and my face are the best match in this world, and the two most beautiful people should be together."
"You dare to make trouble, this king let you practice for many years and ruin it."
"It's just a waste, it seems to make you nervous, can she do it with you?"