Chapter 736: Expelling medicine (2)

Chapter 736 Explicit Drugs (2)
The long, jade-like hand gently smashed the ribbon at the waist of Murong Xue. The purple-purple skirt slipped from the shoulder, revealing her delicate clavicle and large white skin. The look of Ouyang’s bottom was a bit deeper. A wave of red, the red account fell slowly, covering the sun in the room, but also covered the half room spring...
The purple-purple dress, the snow-colored robes were thrown out of the account, and they were placed on the side of the bench.
In the red account, the red man was turned red, and the handsome man and the beautiful woman clung together...
"Oh... hurt..." The woman whispered, the fascinating beauty of the lingering pain, the crystal tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, and did not enter the day.
"Don't be afraid..." Ouyang Shaohao's man's voice was low, with a hint of forbearance, gently kissed the crystal waterdrops in her eyes, and the soft kiss became entangled.
"Shizi!" Shen Lixue looked at Ouyang Shaohao, his face was blushing, his eyes were fascinated, and his long eyelashes were stained with waterdrops, soft and graceful.
"Call my name!" Ouyang Shaohao softly seduce, slender hands and light outline of her awkward posture, the hot lips gradually kissed deeper.
"Less... Ouyang Shaohao... Sorry..." Shen Xuexue's scornful smog, smoky water is full of apologies: for her, he wants to lose the peerless martial arts that everyone envy...
"It doesn't matter, as long as you are alive," Ouyang said, low and low, holding her delicate body and pulling her into the fascination that gradually deepened...
Outside the red account, the room was silent, the smoke purple dress on the stool and the snow-colored robes overlapped, and the unspeakable pleasing eyes, the pale golden sunlight shined through the lattice window into the room, rendering a room of spring...
Under the golden sunlight, a purple figure pierced the sky and flew over to the distant palace. Seeing that it was about to fly into the house, dozens of black guards in the black house rushed out and stopped the sword. He.
The purple man, that is, the night dust, the face is gloomy, the palm of his hand is flicking, dozens of invisible internal forces are flying out, and the unrelenting darlings fight past.
The dark guards did not show weakness, swaying long swords and hitting invisible internal forces. In an instant, the night smog and the Wangfu Guards fought together, and the fierce fighting sounds far and far with the breeze...
"Stop!" A cold male voice suddenly rang through the sky.
Everyone took a move and looked up. I saw the little king stepping out of the way, his eyes cold and sullen, not angry and self-defeating. He stood on the steps in front of the palace, and looked down at the night and said: "It turned out to be Jing Wang Ye, I don’t know how Jing Wangqiang is away from the palace, what is it?"
The night scented in the sun, bathed in the sun, and looked forward to the past with the eyes of Xiaoyao Wang. One word and one word: "The king has 100,000 urgent things to find Ouyang Shizi, and he is waiting for the next person to report, so strong. Happy King's House, rude places, please also please Yao Wang Haihan!"
That's it!
Xiaoyao Wang nodded and looked at the Wangfu Guardian who headed for the head: "The big things matter, the hurricane, go to the lesser."
"This..." Hurricane Emei's embarrassed, hard-headed scalp: "Wang Ye, Shizi... is busy, busy things are also a hundred thousand fire, even if he is called to him, he may not be able to draw free..."
The words of the hurricane are very concealed, but the night ignorance is to understand his meaning. Junyi’s face is slightly gloomy:
It’s not convenient for Ouyang’s son to see the king. The king can go to see him...

"Sorry, Jing Wangye, Shizi just ordered, without his permission, no one is going to be close to the Zhaoyang Temple, otherwise, killing innocent." Hurricane word, a cold voice revealing The taste of chilling.
The face of the night dust was dark and the ink was dripping, and the hand under the sleeves was tightly held. I looked coldly at the direction of the Zhaoyang Temple and did not speak.
Xiaoyao Wang is picking an eyebrow: "What is Shaohao doing?"
"I don't know!" The hurricane does not change the color of the heart and does not jump, the calm attitude, the open-minded look, let the little king think that he really knows nothing.
Xiaoyao Wang Shenxiu for a moment, the low road: "The Shaohao has always been calm, he arranged the Zhaoyang Temple so tightly, it can be seen that what he is doing is indeed a hundred thousand fire, afraid that it is not enough to help Jing Wang, if Jing Wang If you trust the king, you can tell the king about the 100,000 things of urgency. If you can help, the king must help..."
"Thank you for the goodness of Xiaoyao Wang, but what the king said is that only Ouyang Shaohao can help, other people have higher martial arts, and the power can no longer help..." Seeing the time is getting late, the night is nowhere And Wang Xiaoduo said that with long legs, he rushed toward the Wangfu Palace: "This king went to Ouyang Shaohao..."
The face of Xiaoyao Wang was slightly gloomy, and he reached out and stopped him: "Jing Wang Ye, the Shaolin has said, not seeing guests..."
"Let's get out!" The night sighs a cold drink and slaps the palm of the hand to the palm of Xiaoyao: Ouyang Shaohao has returned to the Zhaoyang Temple, and things can happen at any time. He can't wait any longer...
Xiaoyao Wang Ruili’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the backhand shunned the heavy blow of the night, and he fought with him. There were more than ten strokes between the electric and the flint.
The dark guards stood not far away, and they couldn’t see how the two men made a move. They only saw a phantom flashing back and forth in the air, and they were dazzled...
Suddenly, the palm of the Happy King crossed the interception of the night's dust, hit him on the chest, and beat him back four or five steps. After a few stops, he stood firm, and his chest blew and the night dust could not be restrained. '噗', spit out a blood.
Xiaoyao Wang faintly glanced at him, turned around and swam to the house, and his cold command came from the wind: "Keep the door, don't let the crowds come in, the bad things of the world."
"Yes!" The dark guards led the life, and stood up in front of the gate of the palace, holding a cold sword, and watching the night dust not far away.
The nighty dusty face is gloomy and terrible, the clenched big hand is slightly open, and the invisible internal force is quickly condensed in the palm, and it is necessary to hit the dark guards.
Xu Tianyou rushed over and hurriedly pulled him: "Wang Ye... Wang Ye... Ouyang Shaohao has already returned to the government for a quarter of an hour. What happened should have happened, even if you rush into the Xiaoyao Wangfu Zhaoyang Temple, can't change anything..."
The night of the dust is a stiff body, looking up at the sky, I saw the golden sun hanging in the western sky, the bright, shining eyes hurt...
Has it been so long? He is late, he uses light work, and he is here at the fastest speed, but it is still late!
In the night, the dusty starting point was sour, and he smiled awkwardly, reaching out and covering his eyes, and the silky water marks between the fingers...
(End of this chapter)