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"Junior Sister, won't Master Qingji and Young Master Dongfang leave the cave with us?" Chen Zhou asked about Qingji and Fu Zhenhong's situation while helping his junior sister's groom who was rescued from another part of the cave.

Yan Miao supported her elder sister. Originally, she was distressed and blamed herself because of her thin face. After hearing Chen Zhou's words, she paused, recalling the expression of Master Qingji in the cave and the thought in Master Dongfang's eyes. , After a moment of silence, he expressed his thoughts: "Probably they still have something to deal with."

"Let's go home first." Yan Miao glanced at the other rescued brides, then lowered her eyes, and looked at Sister A with pity on her face. She gently stroked the girl's hair, and said softly, "Ah Miss needs a good rest."

After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Chen Zhou: "After I get home in a while, Brother You Lao will go to the town to help me buy some snacks, and entertain Master Qingji and Young Master Dongfang in the evening to show my gratitude."

"No problem." Chen Zhou replied very straightforwardly. He looked ahead and let out a soft breath. The mountain god in Shuiyu Town had finally solved the case of kidnapping. After the matter was over, he could return to the sect with his junior sister.

These are all thanks to Young Master Dongfang and Master Qingji, without the help of these two, he and his junior sister would probably end up in the same fate as the previous dozen or so newcomers.

Thinking of himself and his junior sister falling asleep at the most important moment, Chen Zhou felt a little scared. Fortunately, no accident happened to everyone.

Sure enough, it should be to thank Young Master Dongfang and Master Qingji.

Here, Yan Miao and Chen Zhou were already planning how to thank Fu Zhenhong and Qingji in their hearts. At the same time, the atmosphere in the cave before Fu Zhenhong and Qingji was gradually becoming hot and sad.

"Why don't you convert to me, I'll help you..."

Fu Zhenhong spoke to Qingji word by word, and the breath she exhaled slowly lingered to the tips of Qingji's ears and diffused to Qingji's cheeks, making Qingji's heart beating frequency messed up in this lingering and ambiguous heat.

At this moment, Qingji felt that the man in front of him was more like a snake, dangerous, deadly, seemingly careless, but tightly wrapped around him.

The light in the cave was very dim, but Qingji could clearly see himself reflected in Dongfang Bubai's eyes. He saw his brows were tense and his expression was stiff, which was very different from his usual calmness.

His chin was pinched by Dongfang Bubai's hand, and the cool temperature from Dongfang Bubai's fingertips was transmitted to his skin, but it didn't bring half a ounce of coldness to the increasingly intense heat in his body.On the contrary, Qing Ji felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and the heat in his body surged into his brain, making his thinking a little dull.

Perhaps it cannot be said to be dull, but a kind of heat, a kind of heat that is eager to be relieved and released.A strong longing rises from this enthusiasm, it is the desire of the seven emotions, and it is the kind of joy that is entwined between men and women.

Qing Ji's Adam's apple rolled again, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he raised his hand to stroke Fu Zhenhong's hand away. He was afraid that things would become more and more uncontrollable if this continued.However, as soon as Qing Ji's fingertips touched the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand, Fu Zhenhong grabbed her backhand.

Fu Zhenhong put the palms of the two of them together and clasped their fingers together.

"Monk..." Fu Zhenhong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and breathed out slowly: "I remember that your Buddhists said that all things in the world, converts, should follow the root and obey the heart, and now... you need me, don't you... "After saying that, Fu Zhenhong pressed her lips to Qing Ji's lips.

Qingji's pupils flinched suddenly, and the touch on her lips was soft, like a strong medicine, hitting Qingji's heart hard, breaking the shell called restraint and self-discipline.Fiery desire spread out from inside, rushing mightily towards his limbs.

Qingji should have pushed Dongfang Bubai away, but he didn't do that. He knew very well that whether it was the burning heat in his body that desperately wanted to be comforted, or the throbbing emotion deep in his heart, it was all in his heart. Tell him that he can't refuse the man in front of him, can't refuse...

No matter how he struggles, the word love originates from the heart, and there is no solution... no solution...

After all, his Buddha heart was not firm enough, and he bowed his head under the temptation of beauty.

He wants to have this person in front of him...

Wanting to hug each other fiercely, Qingji's eyes gradually darkened.

Fu Zhenhong, who had been paying attention to Qingji all the time, naturally did not miss the change of Qingji's expression. He just pressed Qingji's lips like this, then raised the other hand that was not intertwined with Qingji's fingers, and placed it on Qingji's shoulder , "Monk...kiss me..."

Hearing the words, Qing Ji closed her eyes.

His long eyelashes are like black crow feathers, and also like a closed arc. At this moment, the shadow of the gray eyelashes is projected under his eyelids, forming a cloud-like pattern with his slightly flushed face. The beautiful and pitiful fallen beauty of Haoyue who was pulled down from the altar.

A few seconds later, when he opened his eyes again, there was no struggle and hesitation in his eyes, only the intense and scorching starlight reflecting Fu Zhenhong's face.

Kiss him... The words of the man in front of him echoed in his quiet mind, and he took the initiative to stick out the tip of his tongue and penetrated into this warm mouth.

The quiet kiss is undoubtedly gentle, with a kind of jerky, ignorant temptation, but it is this kind of careful exploration that makes the kiss between the two of them a little bit more like a newlywed's youthful, heart-pricking itch. .

Fu Zhenhong put her hand on the back of Qingji's neck, and while stroking the skin of Qingji's back neck with her fingertips, she guided Qingji to kiss her deeply.

In this regard, every man seems to have a strong learning ability, which is derived from an instinct.So under Fu Zhenhong's guidance, the kiss between the two began to get better, and Qing Ji's body became hotter and hotter.

Bodhi is a great enlightenment, a clear mind to see the nature, and the beads are the chords of meditation and purity, but at this moment, the chords of Qingji's heart are in the scattered wedding clothes, completely messed up.

The Buddha's light can't enter this dark cave, and the Buddhist Zen words and mantras can't flow into the quiet heart.Next to his ears was Dongfang Bubai's low and panting breath, lingering into Qing Ji's skin like a turbid mist, making his throat dry and making him tremble with excitement from his back.

The other party's bright red wedding dress that fell to the waist made the snow-white skin whiter, more delicate and smooth, the messy black hair, and the lips that were slightly swollen from her kiss.The pictures in front of me are full of temptation, all stimulating the quiet nerves.

He raised his hand and gently touched Fu Zhenhong's eyebrows with his fingertips. The color was like ink and the shape was cut like a knife.His fingertips began to move, from the brow bone down, across the bridge of Fu Zhenhong's nose, and finally stopped on Fu Zhenhong's lips.

In the next second, Fu Zhenhong kissed Qing Ji's fingertips lightly with her lips as if responding.

The moment she met Fu Zhenhong's eyes, Qingji had the urge to put her fingers into the other's mouth.He wanted to go in deep, and rubbed Dongfang Bubai's mouth with his fingers, letting the wet... some warm saliva stain his fingers under his movements, or when he pulled them out. Time, bring out that touch of silver.

Qing Ji was startled when she realized that she had such an idea, but Fu Zhenhong didn't give him more chances to think.

Fu Zhenhong suppressed Qingji under his body, he sat on Qingji's waist, pressed Qingji's shoulders with both hands, black hair hung down from his chest, and the fragrant tail of hair gently swept Qingji's chest .

Fu Zhenhong's skin was very fair, delicate and smooth, like a fine gelatin, making one want to reach out and touch it.

"...Monk..." Fu Zhenhong called Qingji, pressed her body down, and then turned over to make Qingji and his positions switch.He looked at Qingji above, stroked Qingji's handsome cheek, "Take refuge with me..." he said slowly.

This fiery... voice containing a kind of longing poured into Qing Ji's eardrums, completely disintegrating the last line of defense in his heart.

The body's heat was transpiring, like a scalding fire, driving him to pursue the ultimate sense.At this moment, Qing Ji's body is extremely hot, and her heart is equally hot, but her mind is very contradictory and becomes more and more clear in the scorching heat.

He is soberly aware of what he is doing at the moment, soberly aware that the wonderful touch in his hand comes from another man, and he is even more soberly aware of the tension contained in the other man's warmth. hot and humid.

Silence... Silence...

Qing Ji's mind suddenly echoed the voice of his master when he first arrived in Shaolin, his master said to him: You know, all these sentient beings are born from emptiness, sincerity has no beginning, and they are originally confident and pure.From now on, if you enter my Buddhist gate, shave your head and practice, and take refuge in the Lord Buddha, I will call you Qingji.

Silence... You must keep your mind, respond to the waves of all things with clarity, and read all living beings at ease with emptiness.

But silence... silence...

His master's old voice gradually became blurred at this time, replaced by another person's voice, this voice is sweet and moving, when it is hoarse, it is seductively sexy, and when it is slightly lowered, it sounds so good that it can attract people Life is average.

This person is also calling him...Qing Ji...

The soft and slow voice made his body tremble and excited, his bones seemed to be shattered, and his blood spurted, wanting to rely on that instinct to forcefully feel the call of his name. this man.

The calm and indifferent eminent monk turns into a ferocious beast when he likes someone, rampant and anxious.

At this moment, Qingji of Shaolin betrayed his Buddha Lord and the Zen he believed in, just like an ordinary person who fell in love, and instinctively pursued this sentimental lingering.

In the cave, the sound of ticking water was still dripping rhythmically.

There was still a bloody smell in the air, and the corpses of spiders and poisonous snakes were scattered on the ground in pieces.However, in such a somewhat frightening environment, Qing Ji and the red wedding clothes under Fu Zhenhong dispelled the gloom in the illusion.

In the dim light in the cave, only the slightly flickering candlelight illuminated the figures of the two embracing each other.