The Sword of Fast Time Traveling Xiumei GL

Nan Huaimu is a Qizong disciple of Qinglong Mountain, who has practiced swordsmanship for more than [-] years.

The law of heaven is ruthless, and when she was about to break into Mahayana, nine thunderstorms struck her. The first eight struck her with all her aura, and the ninth struck her into nothingness.

She saw a stone of reincarnation in nothingness. Three thousand small worlds were engraved on the stone of reincarnation. Each small world has wonderful stories, such as flowers clustered in disorder or people dying, and there are also unheard-of King Kong puppets that change in a variety of ways.

Watching the living beings in the three thousand worlds, she had a feeling. She stood in the ruins and wasteland, with a golden light emerging around her, but when she was about to break through, she was pulled into the small world by an unknown force.

There is also a magic weapon called "System" following her.

The "system" keeps giving her tasks and telling her that as long as she completes her reincarnation, she can reshape her body.

Nan Huaimu was looking forward to returning to the world of comprehension, but at the same time was extremely annoyed.

Because she found that she seemed to be controlled by the "system". If she didn't complete the tasks issued by the system, she would be controlled by the system and do something that would damage her heart.

Fortunately, the system seems invincible and still needs energy supply.

Nan Huaimu has gone through hardships, constantly stealing the energy of the system, and finally refined the system into his own weapon spirit.

The days of being controlled by the system are over.

Nan Huaimu refined the system into the shape of a metal ball, and then completed the Mahayana breakthrough in the ruins.

The power of her consciousness made her extremely comfortable, and the radiance of the reincarnation stone soared, and the system beeped, but it couldn't stop her breakthrough at all.

After that, Nan Huaimu decided to try the feeling of controlling his life.

She pressed her hand on the reincarnation stone and entered the small reincarnation once again.

Just as the soul entered the body that had just died, a sharp pain came from the brain.

Nan Huaimu calmed down, and when she almost controlled the body, she called up the information of this reincarnation from the spirit device and checked it carefully.

The world of reincarnation this time is a martial arts world of swords, lights and swords.

The male protagonist is superb in martial arts, and has three identities: one is the leader of the martial arts alliance, everyone admires; teach the leader.

A person has three faces, and all of them can be mixed like a fish in water. I have to say that the hero has a halo on his head.

Over the years, the male protagonist has used his decent identity to crusade against the Demon Cult, and at the same time used his identity as the leader of the Demon Cult to continuously arouse hatred among several big factions.

According to his own words, it was because those big factions were his father-killing enemies, so he naturally wanted to kill them with blood.And to deal with those people, he didn't need to use his extra strength at all, he only needed to provoke a few words, and those people started fighting by themselves.

So the male protagonist wanders between good and evil, and has countless flowers.

Whether it's the ignorant girl from the Valley of Miraculous Doctors, the alluring girl from Miaojiang, or the master of the Linglong Pavilion with world-class martial arts, they all entered the male protagonist's harem.

That's right, this is still a world where the male protagonist accepts the harem.

And the woman Nan Huaimu possesses now is the first wife of the male protagonist.

When the hero's family was in distress, the original owner's father saved the hero's family and took the hero into his family to teach martial arts.

In order to repay the favor, the male lead married the original owner at the age of sixteen. After three days of marriage, he left home directly, and declared: "A real man was born in troubled times, so he should carry a three-foot sword to stand invincible." audio.

The original owner was extremely naive, and felt that he was satisfied with his status. From then on, he searched for news about the male lead at home day and night, but what he waited for was the cruel reality of countless beauties of the male lead.

The original owner was unwilling, but had no choice but to write a book, Daoming that he was ready to serve a husband with many sisters, but he asked her husband to return home and give her a son so that she could fulfill the duty of a regular wife.

But how would she know that the male lead's harem is all ruthless, and she can't wait to monopolize the male lead.

After this letter was circulated among several women, the original owner received a "Zongzi Pill" from afar. She was full of joy and thought that her husband would return soon, so she ate the pill, but unexpectedly, the medicine directly killed her...

Nan Huaimu opened his eyes, and saw a Luojin tent, covered with a soft silk quilt, the room was in darkness, only half a wisp of light smoke mixed with pure heart sandalwood.

This original owner is similar to the women in her original world, she regards her husband as the god, and dare not do anything against the norms.

It's a waste of such a good resource to dare not go out to find your husband even though you have martial arts in your hands.

She who used to be, now should be pressed by the system to hug the male lead's thigh and compete with those three women for favor.

Fortunately, she refined the weapon spirit.

Now that she has taken over this body, she will naturally live a wonderful life.

Nan Huaimu's mood has never been so relaxed.

After she set the goal for this freshman, she suddenly felt a little thirsty, and she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

As soon as his foot hit the ground, he stepped on something soft.

Then, she felt a pair of hands touching up her calf, and the warmth was directly attached to her body.

Nan Huaimu could feel that lying between her legs was a young woman, probably a martial artist, her breath was low, her palms were covered with a hard callus, and she was sticking to her crotch.

This is interesting, I haven't evaluated the body of the original owner, but I went to look at a strange woman.

Without resisting for a while, the man has already intensified and deepened, sticking out his tongue to suck, and the sound of running water can be faintly heard between the beds.

Nan Huai Muxiu's way of indulging in indulgence, and there are many fellows who lead her to some pleasure-seeking places on weekdays.

Although she has never been emotional, she will not refuse the good fortune sent to her door.

The aura of the person under him has always been stable, and he has never been emotional.

Nan Huaimu became a little interested, and he lifted the person to his chest with force, a scorching breath rushed up, and every move of the person in his arms exuded lingering affection, but her body was extremely stiff, as if she was Endure what great pain.

Nan Huaimu put her hands on the man's back and stroked it. The place where she touched was bumpy and sticky, and she even smelled a bloody smell.

No wonder this person was trembling all over, it turned out that he was injured and sleeping.

"Stop it." Nan Huaimu is not a saint, but he has extremely high requirements for bed affairs. This bloody smell has already destroyed the beauty of the word "love|desire".

The person attached to her paused for a moment, then somehow came up again and bumped Nan Huaimu's chin a few times.

Nan Huaimu thought that this man was asking for a kiss, so he pinched the man's chin and kissed him perfunctorily.

I just felt that the person on his body was becoming more and more tense, as if he had experienced some kind of cataclysmic event.

Nan Huaimu didn't think much about it, but thought that the person on his body was too excited, so he said in a deep voice, "Stop, go get me a glass of water."

The man's movements finally stopped, and in less than half a breath, a cup of tea was placed by Nan Huaimu's hand.

Nan Huaimu raised his glass, took a sip of water, and exhaled a cold breath.

"Hold the lamp," she ordered.

Candles flickered on and off quickly in the room.

She glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground on one knee. This person's clothes were loosely hung on her shoulders, enough to see the bronzed skin and firm chest inside. There was a scar running through the abdomen, nailed like a brown worm. on the meat.

Sensing Nan Huaimu's gaze, she raised her head, looked at Nan Huaimu with black eyes for a while, and moved her hands again.

Nan Huaimu grabbed the man's hand with his strength and comforted him, "Don't worry."

Just when she fell in love, she remembered that there was such a number one person beside her original partner.

This person's name is Chu Yun, and his style name is Zhi'an. He suffered a genocide tragedy when he was young, and was picked up by Linglong Pavilion and trained as a dead man. He has been disguised as a man for many years without being exposed.

A few years ago, the owner of the Linglong Pavilion fell in love with the male protagonist, so he selected ten dead men to give to the male protagonist. The male protagonist felt a little guilty about his original partner at the time, and after discussing with the pavilion owner, he sent one of the dead men to the male protagonist. The old house serves the original owner.

The dead man who was sent away was Chu Yun.

The original owner received a sent man, how could he not know what his husband was thinking, coupled with a provocative letter from the owner of the Linglong Pavilion, in a fit of anger, he dragged Chu Yun to bed.

It turned out that this dead man...was a woman like her?

So the anger increased, and the anger soared to the sky, and he vented all his anger towards the hero on Chu Yun.

Anyway, this is just a dead man given to her to play with. The original owner found an excuse for his tyranny, and Chu Yun has long been accustomed to pain and torture. These pains are nothing to her, and she has been suffering silently. .

There is such a past.

Nan Huaimu felt a sense of loss, and finally understood why Chu Yun was shivering.

He was clearly a dead soldier, but he was made so miserable by the abuse of the original owner, it was really pitiful.

Following the memory in Qi Ling, she took out the golden sore medicine from the bedside drawer and ordered Chu Yun to lie down on the bed.

After Chu Yun heard the words, he went to bed, his heart was already dead and gloomy, and he decided that his wife had figured out some way to play with him again.

Nan Huaimu took off her clothes, and saw a scar on Chu Yun's back from the whip, several scars were lifted up, revealing crumpled new flesh, bright red wax dripping on both sides of the spine, Nan Huaimu will It was slowly opened, and the blood oozing from the scalp and flesh was enough to show how tragic it was at that time.

If it weren't for Chu Yun's armed force, he might have died under the tyranny of the original owner.

Nan Huaimu sighed secretly, squeezed out some spiritual power into Chu Yun's body, and sprinkled the golden sore medicine on her wound.

The powder melted in blood, and the whole bottle was poured, but it didn't work.

Nan Huaimu threw the bottle aside, and suddenly smelled a sweet smell in the air, while Chu Yun clenched his fists tightly, the knuckles on his fists turned white, his forehead was sweating, and his body trembled slightly.

The long hair spread all over the bed, Chu Yun bent his knees several times and tried to get up, but all failed.

Nan Huaimu took her into his arms and asked, "What's going on?"

Chu Yun didn't answer.The single shirt on his body slipped off during the movement, revealing a touch of green on his lower body.

Nan Huai Muhu suddenly remembered something, but she couldn't believe it. She took off all the clothes on Chu Yun's body, and saw a jade body as thick as a forearm stuck between Chu Yun's legs. Surrounded by a hideous appearance.

For the first time, she felt angry.