Efforts to kill the enemy is not as good as the full level of tea art

Following the guidance of Xiao Guan, Zhuo Yue staggered to the private room on the second floor, slumped on the bamboo mat, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Just in time... just in time.

Today there is wine, today is drunk, like a beautiful flower cuddling in the arms.Talk and laugh a few times with the woman who knows no suffering, no blood and tears, and then play in the soft red tent hibiscus brocade, and tomorrow you will ride your horse and never see each other again.

But the heat and tension in his body faded away little by little.

Zhuo Yue couldn't help laughing wryly to himself—is it really like what Zhang Laohei's crow's mouth said, he... doesn't have that kind of thought anymore?

Damn it.Zhuo Yue turned over and let out a long sigh.Sure enough, there wasn't even a single good word out of this kid's mouth, but every curse was accurate.

After he was reborn, wars continued one after another, and he was in no mood and had no time to think about it.But only now did he vaguely feel something was wrong, even in the most critical time in his previous life, he had never been so calm as stagnant water.

So, what happened to him in this life?

Zhuo Yue took a long breath and lay down on his side.

Don't be nervous, don't be nervous... If you didn't do it last time, it doesn't mean you won't be able to do it next time, and if you're not interested now, it doesn't mean you won't be interested in it later... Ah bah, Zhang Laohei, get out of my mind!

Zhuo Yue shook his head irritably, trying to fix his thoughts on the beauty.

Think of the beauty's snow-white skin, as smooth as suet milk, and she must look good in a hibiscus-colored shirt——

Wait!

Zhuo Yue suddenly opened his eyes.

Hibiscus shirt?

The woman downstairs is wearing a light green skirt, where did the hibiscus color shirt come from!

Zhuo Yue took a long breath and closed his eyes tightly again.

Don't think about anything else, just recall what that beauty looks like.I remember that she had an oval oval face, with a pair of spring eyes, and her palm-sized face was even more lovely.Her hair seems to be coiled?I wonder if it would look better with the hair down.That hair of black hair like splashed ink is icy cold and comfortable when fingers are stroked, and when it is scattered on the hibiscus-colored shirt——

I'm rough!

Zhuo Yue, are you fucking possessed?Stuck in the hibiscus-colored shirt and unable to get out? !

Fortunately, at this moment, the knock on the door interrupted his frantic thoughts.

"Come in." Zhuo Yue hurriedly stood up, closed his eyes and adjusted.

Calm down Zhuo Yue, you must always remember that even though the hibiscus color shirt looks good, it is a man wearing it!And a man who has what you have and what he has, tall and powerful, who can kill a barbarian with a single arrow!

Now, right now, right now, forget about the hibiscus shirt.

Zhuo Yue closed his eyes, took a deep breath and took a long breath, adjusted his breath and qi, and finally felt that the picture hovering in his mind faded a little.He opened his eyes and smiled slightly, and looked back at the person who came in: "You—"

Dog day's hibiscus shirt!

Zhuo Yue narrowed his eyes, and almost lost his breath.

The girl who came was obviously not the one downstairs, Zhuo Yue didn't look closely at her appearance, but she was obviously taller and slender.She is wearing a snow-colored bijia on the top, and a hibiscus-colored shirt and skirt on the inside. The material is covered with large blooming begonias. The wind blows through the flower forest in spring, which is beautiful and beautiful.

Zhuo Yue stared at the hem of the skirt, so weak that he was a little speechless, and the scenes were like a revolving lantern in his mind.It wasn't until the girl sat down in front of him slightly that he sighed: "Why did you change... It's just a change, can you change into another one of your clothes?"

"Is this dress inappropriate?" The girl's voice was very strange, a little low and indistinguishable.

"You—forget it." Zhuo Yue didn't bother to say any more, and simply lay on his back on the couch, out of sight and out of mind, "Don't sing any Jiangnan songs, will you know something about grassland pastoral songs? Come on for a while. head?"

The girl didn't speak, and lightly plucked the strings twice, and the long and clanging sound flowed out from her hands.Zhuo Yue closed his eyes, as if from the piano he could hear the pride and magnificence of a white horse riding on green grass and traveling nine hundred miles a day.Humming followed, accompanied by a melodious melody, like a bird riding the wind, without hindrance.

This girl's voice is unique, not as melodious as a Jiangnan kabuki, but has a chic and hoarse rhythm, which is suitable for singing this kind of prairie pastoral.The lyrics are prairie people's savage words, Zhuo Yue didn't quite understand them, and only vaguely captured a few sporadic words such as "life", "love" and "death".

It was just a song, Zhuo Yuehai was immersed in the melody and couldn't get back to his senses for a while.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the girl put down the piano and leaned over quietly, kneeling and sitting in front of Zhuo Yue.With her slender and graceful fingers, she gently lifted the back of Zhuo Yue's head and placed it on her knees, gently pressing the acupuncture points on his head.

"Hey... hiss." Zhuo Yue was shivered by her pressure, as if all the meridians of the eight extraordinary meridians had been smoothed out, "Your kung fu is indeed outstanding."

The girl chuckled twice, but said nothing.Her fingertips were warm, with just the right amount of force, which made Zhuo Yue feel extremely relaxed.Zhuo Yue was lying on her lap with his eyes half closed, and he could smell a faint scent of soap locust and grass.The smell was not a fragrance, and it was not as rich as Tinglan incense, but it unexpectedly made Zhuo Yue very indulged and relaxed, and quietly took a few big mouthfuls.

And her wide sleeves were spread out on one side, and Zhuo Yue could see the blooming crabapple hibiscus sleeves with one glance.While massaging his head, the girl leaned over slightly, and her long ink-like hair fell into his eyes.

Zhuo Yue gasped almost inaudibly.He opened and closed his eyes, and the front, back, left, and right were almost covered by the color of the hibiscus, and the faint smell of saponin filled his nose, which made him want to move.

……

But at this moment when the sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dark, the girl suddenly laughed softly.

The laughter was hoarse and slightly deep, with some laziness and magnetism that men only have.

Men - Fang You.

It was as if someone poured a basin of cold water on his head, or hit him with a heavy hammer in the chest.His whole body was stiff, the seams of his bones were welded dead, the blood stopped flowing, and the fire in his forehead hissed and turned into green smoke.

In this strange atmosphere of dead silence, the "girl" smiled lightly and half-raised herself up, lightly touching Zhuo Yue's stiff side face.

"Brother Zhuo, do you like this hibiscus colored shirt?"

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