Chapter 192: : Open your eyes and look at me

No desire is strong.
Those monks who have attained the Taoism, cross-legged in time, the demon girl in front of them, danced a seductive and enchanting devil dance, they will also be regarded as pink skulls, and will not be moved.
Sister and Xue Xinghan both have men who have been with them all their lives. In their eyes, the other men can't talk about blue-faced skulls, but they must have seen Li Nanfang as a child.
It was like Xue Xinghan, who seemed to be vicious and almost slapped Li Nanfang's little bird under a layer of skin. It was just a bad taste, without the slightest distractions, as if his mother changed him when he was a child.
Mother-in-law is different.
Just in his early forties, he is good at nurturing because he grew up in a wealthy family, and looks like a beautiful young woman in thirties, but because he was widowed twenty years ago and widowed for many years----
She also has a cowardly personality, and she doesn't dare to have those thoughts. If she is replaced by Xue Xinghan, she still doesn't know how many godfathers she will secretly find for Yue Zitong.
Not dare to have it does not mean that there is no. The beautiful young woman in the age of wolf and tiger has never touched a man for many years. When he has to do it for Li Nanfang at the moment, he can be as unwilling as Xue Xinghan and be strong, which is strange.
So she will blush.
When a woman blushes, she exudes a certain aura that is very special to a man, to constantly provoke a certain nerve of a man. This is what Li Nanfang needs most at present.
Only when he gives birth to those unhealthy thoughts can he respond and gradually recover before the snake venom completely destroys that area of ​​nerves.
It sounds absurd, but it is a fact.
In fact, the mother-in-law can stay here to "blush", because the old man and others have carefully considered it.
No matter what happened between them, outsiders would not know.
Before Li Nanfang reacted, no one would enter the house.
Li Nanfang closed his eyes.
He shouldn't close his eyes. After closing his eyes, he couldn't see the blushing woman, and couldn't feel the breath.
At this moment, he even thought that he would rather never be a man than desecrate his mother-in-law.
The mother-in-law seemed to know what he was thinking, but did not persuade him, she went out with the sound of small footsteps.
Long after she left, Li Nanfang opened his eyes and exhaled slowly.
This is a newly built thatched house, which exudes the characteristic grassy smell of grass. The house is very clean, just like the mother-in-law’s.
Inexplicably, he remembered the words his mother-in-law had said to him that night when he was in a coma.
She said that as long as he could forgive Yue Zitong, she would rather be her daughter's dowry.
Such a fascinated woman who can confuse Long Zaikong would say such things to Li Nanfang, and it would be a lie to say that she was not touched. In fact, he had been so absurd when he was abroad.
The taste is not enough for outsiders.
Fortunately, he is still a human man, knowing what to do and what to say.
Li Nanfang couldn't feel the devil in his body, and he didn't need to think about it too much. He also knew that he could survive. The devil paid a considerable price.
When other premature aging patients died one after another, it was the devil who made him grow backwards, survived, and now saved his life again—this body is their common host, helping him resist death, even though the devil should Li Nanfang still appreciates it.
Grateful, but extremely disgusted by the contradiction of a thing, most people can't imagine.
I remembered the dream I had before waking up. It was weird and mysterious, as if it heralded something.
There is also the ghost woman under the scared manger, and the female corpse in the coffin that I can't even remember now, the weird finishing touch paper man.
Why are there these things in the forbidden area of ​​800?
Is the emperor in the Valley of the Kings the person in his dream?
When he woke up, he suddenly jumped into the black dragon in his mouth--no one would tell Li Nanfang about these questions, just as no one dared to raise them again.
If you want to know the answer, I am afraid there is no chance in this life.
The sound of Shasha's footsteps interrupted Li Nanfang's cranky thoughts. As soon as his eyes moved to the door, his mother-in-law walked in.
She just went to take a shower and changed into a white veil pajamas.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
Mother-in-law came to the edge of the bed, her voice was very flat, with the smell of commands.
She was pretending to be indifferent, and Li Nanfang could feel it without listening, as if she knew what she was going to do next.
He didn't open his eyes because he knew very well that once they opened, something would happen.
"If you want Xiaoqiao to be disappointed and cry, then close your eyes and I can go."
The mother-in-law spoke again, this time her tone fluctuated, with obvious shame.
Li Nanfang opened his eyes and looked straight at his mother-in-law.
"When you are alone with me, forget Zitong."
The mother-in-law secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said flatly: "Take me as a woman you don't know."
After treating her as a woman he didn't know, Li Nanfang could still do it.
Soon, with her movements, the demon hidden in Li Nanfang's Qihai Dantian showed signs of awakening.
If you want to activate Li Nanfang's powerful vitality and let his body regain strength as soon as possible, you must first activate the demon hiding in his anger, or the evil black dragon.
After dreaming that dream, Li Nanfang could be sure that the black dragon hiding in his body was.
Could it be that the evil dragon is related to the dream I had when I was about to die, it was really transformed by a certain emperor, and I was just a paper man----
When I thought of this, Li Nanfang's whole body fought fiercely, and cold air quickly surged from the limbs and corpses, and the little blood on his face disappeared.
The woman didn't see his face, only felt him trembling, she was ecstatic, thinking it was effective, and working harder.
The wind swept across the treetops slowly, and the leaves rattled.
Xue Xinghan stood on a large rock and looked out towards the end of the mountain road with his hands on his back. From time to time, he could hear screams.
Under her feet is Er Lengzi's home. This guy is lying on the bed under a tree, with his exposed being and bloody, and the silly girl with tears in her eyes, stretches out her hand to twist under his ribs.
My doesn't hurt, I can't stand it.
Men are very strange, no matter how weak women, why do they feel so painful when twisting people?
The silly girl was scolding Er Lengzi for what she deserved, why didn't she get killed.
She scolded Er Lengzi because she deserved it, not because her sweetheart was implicated, but because she blamed him that night, why didn't she stop Li Nanfang from talking about frightening the manger at night. If her good friend really died, she would never forgive Er Lengzi for the rest of her life.
The horrible howling of Er Frozen made Xue Xinghan, who was worried about his feelings and safety, felt a little better. When he couldn't help but smile, the old man's voice came from behind, lazily: "Don't worry about Xie, kill me. The eight hundred emperor's valley has an idea as a deputy ministerial officer, which is just a piece of cake for him. He took the weapon only out of respect for the position of the officer."
As early as more than a decade ago, a certain official who once worked in the county town of Shanwai was very interested in the legendary Valley of the Eight Hundred Emperors, and wanted to organize archaeologists to find out.
However, he has not been able to do so, and it is not possible to report to the leadership department. The reason is simple, his level is not enough.
Who could have imagined that his obsession with the Valley of the Eight Hundred Emperors could become a driving force for progress, and this year he finally climbed up to the position where he has the right to organize an archaeological team to investigate the depths of the mountain.
This is definitely not a good thing for Eight Hundred Village. A certain high-ranking official must dispel this kind of signs-dead people, sometimes it will play a role that strict orders can't do.
If a certain boss who was trying his best to spy on the secrets of the Eight Hundred Emperors Valley and the archaeological team he had set up with all his strength were about to start out and died unexpectedly, who else would dare to have this idea again?
Killing is no more difficult for Xie Qingshang than he asked Xue Xinghan to be an old man in a cart style. The difficult thing is that there is a woman next to a certain boss.
"A piece of cake? Humph, what you said is light."
Xue Xing gave a cold laugh, turned to look at the old couple who came by, and sat on the big rock: "If it is really simple, why have you gone out so many times without success? Don't tell me, you go follow others , Just to study how big his wife’s is."
The old man smirked and dared not say anything.
In fact, Xue Xinghan was right. He went out so many times to track a certain officer, just wanting to slam the killer, and found opportunities several times, but he did not dare.
The old man is not afraid of a certain boss, nor the bodyguards around him, but only his wife.
It was a dignified and virtuous woman on the surface, just like other noble ladies of the boss, no different, but the old man always felt that as long as he appeared murderous intent, it was him who died.
Xie Qingshang thinks so too, so he has repeatedly told him not to act rashly.
A boss's wife can make Xie Qing hurt even jealous. It shows something in itself. Xie hopes to spend more time to figure out her true origin.
The accident of Li Nanfang forced Lao Xie to wait no longer, so he could only act in advance.
"Xinghan, I—"
The mother came over and just wanted to comfort Xue Xinghan. The latter smiled and waved her hand: "Don't say, I'm the most annoying to myself and be polite to me. What your old man said is correct, and he has always taken the initiative to do things. Winning, occasionally presumptuous once, should be able to achieve unexpected results."
Xue Xinghan changed the subject and looked at the thatched house at the foot of the mountain: "Xiaoqiao, if we do this, is it against the heavens?"
"Forget it, he must live without injury."
The old man's face turned gloomy, and he cursed bitterly: "What a big deal, old man, I go to the Valley of the Kings and swear to the ancestors and ancestors that I will bear all the charges!"
The mother's face was sad: "I will go with you. After death, my soul will be in the paper man."
"In fact, it's not that serious."
Xue Xinghan frowned, thought about it, and said.
The old man asked: "Do you have a good way?"
Xue Xinghan smiled, grinning gloomily, with eyes like a female leopard.
The old man understood: "Whoever says it, kill whoever."
The mother, who has always been a bodhisattva, also gritted her teeth: "Except for the eight hundred villagers."
"Yang Tiantian, bastard, will you take the initiative to tell people?"
Xue Xinghan sighed lowly: "Oh, I'm afraid, others can see it."
The old man said coldly: "Yang Tiantian, don't even want to leave 800 in this life."
"Then it's okay."
Xue Xinghan shrugged disdainfully, and suddenly said: "I have a hunch, it seems that this was arranged by someone else."
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