[Comprehensive martial arts] Beauty under the skirt

King Kucha is dead, and the countries in the Western Regions naturally cannot let it go.

Although Shi Guanyin is powerful, but the disciples in the valley are all from the world, compared to a country with thousands of troops, it is naturally inferior.

She knew in her heart that she couldn't touch her head-on, so she had to find out who was pretending to be her.

After knocking lightly on the door three times, Shi Guanyin narrowed his eyes.

"Come in."

The one who came in was a face he had never seen before.

"I have seen Mrs."

She bent down and said.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been burned.

Shi Guanyin frowned: "Is there any movement?"

The female disciple shook her head: "Senior Sister Qu has been in the stone valley for the past few days, and she hasn't found anything yet."

Who are they talking about?

Naturally, there is no music.

Shi Guanyin is a suspicious person, so she doesn't trust Qu Wurong.

Even though she has been with her for many years, she has always been very peaceful.

But how can a woman not care about her appearance?

Shi Guanyin is a woman, and she is a very beautiful woman, so she naturally knows it too.

The more this is the case, the more we must beware.

Because poisonous snakes who know how to endure are always hiding in the shadows, and they will come out to bite you at some point.

Qu Wurong is more powerful than this poisonous snake.

Because she pulled out her fangs with her own hands.

She waited for many years, so that one day she would hand over this fang to someone who could pierce it.

Qu Wurong has met many people in his life.

But he has never understood that wonderful monk Wuhua.

Because he is not only the most elusive among them, but also the most terrifying.

No one knows what he wants to do.

Knowing that the girl in skirt was not taken away by Shi Guanyin, why did she coax Chu Liuxiang to this point?Let her deliberately leak the news of Tianwu's nerves to Liu Wumei...

Qu Wurong's eyes darkened, but suddenly became clear.

This may just be a game between the two.

One used her mouth to divert misfortune.

One is nothing but tricks.

She thought of the way Wuhua looked at the girl in the skirt, and couldn't help but feel chills in her heart.

This kind of affection is really crazy.

But what did it matter to her?

All she wanted was Shi Guanyin's life.

The countries of the Western Regions have jointly sent troops to attack Shigu.

Chu Liuxiang is not in Kucha at the moment.

Where is he?

He is in the Moon Cave, which is only half a day away from Stone Valley.

Why is Chu Liuxiang here?

Because he originally wanted to sneak into the outskirts of the stone valley to check the terrain, but now he was stumbled by another thing.

There was a dead body at the mouth of the cave.

The wind and sand in the desert are changing, this dead body must have been covered by the dust storm for a long time, only today it came out of the sky.

She may have been a young and beautiful woman once, but now she has been dried by the yellow sand.

The most terrible thing in this desert is the loss of water.

Even dead bodies are afraid.

The dry bark clings tightly to the bone.

Chu Liuxiang sighed.

He already knew who the mummy was.

——The unknown female disciple who stole Tianwu's nerve.

How could she die here?

Could it be that he was hunted down here by the people in Shigu?

Thinking of this, Chu Liuxiang shook her head again.

Because the ban on Shi Guanyin is still there.

It means that the person she is looking for has not been found.

Since she was not from the valley, who was the one who killed the woman?

Chu Liuxiang thought of the person who had been missing for a long time.

Haven't seen him since he woke up.

What role does Wuhua play in this?

Is the Tianwu nerve that makes Shi Guanyin mess up in his hands?

King Kucha died, and the dragons had no leader.

It was Jamuka who led the army to attack Shigu.

Civil turmoil in the Western Regions, at this time, naturally everyone wants to get a share.

Shi Guanyin has dominated the desert for many years, and the power in his hands is even more entangled, and Zhamuhe has long wanted to uproot him.

With the help of the Kucha army, it doesn't cost him a single soldier.

Wouldn't now be a good time?

He is known as the king of the desert, and he has a great record naturally.

At this moment, they have already attacked outside the stone valley.

Shi Guanyin is sitting in front of the mirror and doing her makeup.

"Master."

Qu Wurong couldn't help screaming when he heard the loud shouts outside.

Most of the disciples guarding the outer gate were dead.

Shi Guanyin smiled lightly:

"Zamuhe is worthy of this gale knife."

All the true disciples of the inner sect are in the valley, and the ones guarding outside are just abandoned sons.

"Let's make him red-eyed."

"Enter the valley and taste the taste of this broken soul."

Shi Guanyin put down the hairpin and said calmly.

Qu Wurong naturally knew what she meant.

There are large dahlias planted in Taniguchi.

If you want to enter the valley, you must pass through the flower field.

Qu Wurong has seen too many people who went crazy in that flower field.

The more bloody his hands are, the crazier he is.

At that time, there will only be a group of cannibalistic waste left.

Thinking of this, I can't help feeling cold.

Shi Guanyin looked at her with a smile, and suddenly asked: "What is Wu Rong thinking?"

Qu Wurong didn't dare to raise his eyes, he just said: "The disciple is thinking that Jamuka is outside the valley at the moment, we can send people to sneak attack his lair, so..."

She was interrupted by Shi Guanyin before she finished speaking.

"I didn't expect Wu Rong to have a bigger appetite than being a teacher."

She smiled.

Qu Wurong's expression changed, and he knelt down on the ground.

Shi Guanyin took a deep look at her and said lightly, "Go down."

Qu Wurong responded, and only after walking out of the courtyard did he realize that his back was already wet.

Slightly closed his eyes.

Yuan Suiyun knelt in the ancestral hall for a long time.

It was already dark.

"You know what you're doing?"

Yuan Dongyuan frowned slightly, but was a little tired.

Yuan Suiyun said lightly, "Of course I know."

"Bat Island has surfaced, at a critical moment, you actually want to do it for a woman..."

Yuan Suiyun interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"The plans for Bat Island will not end."

Yuan Suiyun said lightly.

Yuan Dongyuan sighed: "I'm already old."

He just said a word and then stopped.

Because he knows what he says is useless.

The hourglass flows slowly.

The last grain falls down the spout.

It's twelve o'clock.

Yuan Suiyun slowly stood up.

"I will handle the marriage with Wanfu Wanshouyuan myself."

He left the ancestral hall without looking back.

It was late at night, and the villa was very quiet.

It seemed cooler on Gao Yun's temple.

Wu Qun leaned on the slum and played with five beads.

Those five beads were sent over by Xue Yiren in the evening, and they were made of colored glaze from the Western Regions.

Under the dim candlelight, the colored glaze reflected on the fingertips was a bit charming.

"Ayu."

Wu Qun called softly.

The night watch maid standing outside the door did not respond.

The night seemed quieter.

Ding Feng did not know when he appeared in the room.

His back was tense, and his eyes were fixed on the door.

Since he became famous, he has rarely faced such an enemy.

This feeling of oppression is even worse than Yuan Suiyun.

The door was slowly blown open.

The moonlight shone in front of the court, staining some cool white ash.

Walking in by the moonlight was a monk in white.

In his hand was a knife, a bloody knife.

Jiaohua shone on the handsome monk with a strange face.

Ding Feng squinted his eyes: "Miaoseng Wuhua."

His voice is very calm, because he has always been a calm person.

Although he is not well-known in the Jianghu, his martial arts are not low.

Even better than those first-class masters.

The monk in white didn't answer.

Because his knife has been shot.

What is the real cut against the wind?

Nobody knows.

Because even Tianfeng Shishilang back then didn't practice to the extreme.

It was a very flat knife.

The tip of the knife sliced ​​across the man's neck.

The candle flames stagnated, and the wind was still.

Nothing seemed to move.

Drops of blood slid down the fingers.

Especially clear on high platforms.

Ding Feng slowly fell to the ground.

The bewitching beauty behind her was revealed.

"Master is angry?"

Wu Qun stood up slowly and looked at him.

She stepped on the ground with bare feet, and her white and tender fingertips shrank slightly, looking a little pitiful.

She didn't explain, just asked him softly if he was angry.

This scene is a bit like that day in the island palace.

But he won't let her go again.

Flowerless smiled.

The tip of the knife was still dripping with blood.

Wu Qun followed the blood drop step by step.

She walked very slowly.

The breath is very stable.

Her martial arts are also good.

Wuhua looked at her deeply.

"I don't want to hurt you."

He said lightly.

The cold brows were a little chilly under the candlelight.

Wu Qun had already walked in front of him.

The blood on the tip of the knife slowly dripped onto the white and tender fingertips, as if dyed with a layer of Danko.

She licked her lips lightly, seductively/tempting him with those shining eyes.

"What does the master want?"

she asked softly.

All the men in this world will be defeated by her soft words.

But Wuhua knows.

If you want to get her completely, you have to be more ruthless.

Because this beauty was born with a poisonous thorn.

Wu Qun has already moved.

The flying sleeves fluttered and danced lightly, as if there were thousands of goddesses in a trance.

Miaoman Shuli killed every step of the way.

This is the move in Tianwu's mind.

Her palm had already touched the beating heart of the monk.

Flowerless sighed.

His knife moved suddenly.

It was a very gentle cut.

It seems to come from the sky with the color of withering glory.

The cloud sleeve was broken, and the brocade fell gently on the high platform.

Wu Qun's body was already limp, and even her lips were stained with rouge and blood.

She could only be forced to lean helplessly in the arms of the man.

"Don't be afraid, Aqun."

He sighed softly.

Reaching out and brushing the hair on her forehead gently, she comforted in a warm voice: "It won't hurt soon."

The gaze of the monk in white was still so gentle.

She was charming under the moonlight, but he hurt her with his own hands.

"you……"

After Wu Qun just said this sentence, she closed her eyes slightly in pain again.

Wu Hua smiled: "A Qun must not have known that Windward Slash and Tianwu nerves cannot be practiced together."

"That's why I don't doubt Shi Guanyin."

Wu Qun's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "You plot against me."

She seemed to be extremely uncomfortable, and even her voice was a little rustling.

The lightly frowning Dai Mei is so frail that it makes people heartbroken.

Wuhua sighed, and clicked on the sleeping point of the beauty in her bosom.

"Ah Qun, it hurts."

He said with a deep look in his eyes:

"Sleep, it won't hurt anymore."