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No one will pay attention to a small fish coming out of the water and spitting bubbles. What if there are a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred million fish?

As the sun sets and the night rises, white recedes and black appears, a crescent moon inlaid with thin blood-red edges hangs alone in the sky, casting a bewitching brilliance and piling up on the dark bluestone road.

There was a crisp sound of horseshoes, stepping across the empty path, and rushing towards its end.

The majestic Holy Son's mansion is oppressive in the dark night, like a beast with its fangs open, swallowing its prey.

Han Qing reined in the reins tightly as before, turned over and fell off the horse neatly, walked nimbly towards the slowly opened dark door, and the slender and tall figure disappeared inside the door.

The Holy Son's sleeping chamber silently lit up the light, and two slender figures floated on the window, entangled with each other in an ambiguous way.

Two swaying figures overlapped each other, and the curtain slowly fell on the curtains, and the lights in the room also dimmed.

The atmosphere in the room was very intense, Han Qing pulled out the dagger from the side of his leg, and the two fought each other on the bed, their neat clothes were messed up.

Fan Moya held down Han Qing's wrist, his thin lips curled into a charming smile, sat on it and teased, "Ah Qing, you are particularly domineering in bed today?"

"Shut up, villain, I'm here to kill you today!" Han Qing cursed angrily, before she stopped, Fan Moya's body was wrapped around Fan Moya's body with long knees and long legs, twisting her waist, and the two immediately switched positions.

Han Qing pulled out her wrist vigorously, raised the dagger, and stabbed at his neck with a ferocious face.

Fan Moya smiled slightly, but he didn't take it seriously, his neck tilted instantly, Han Qing's dagger pierced deeply into the wooden pillow, and a crack opened in the luxurious brocade, revealing some white cotton wool.

Han Qing only felt that his belt was pulled instantly, and the black robe was instantly loosened, matching the messy hair with a unique style.

Han Qing was driven mad by his frivolity, and yanked out the dagger trapped in the pillow in his hand, and attacked his vitals again.

Fan Moya dodged unhurriedly, his fingers moved freely around Han Qing's body, and quietly untied his belt.

Han Qing realized that he was like a mouse being teased by a cat, the anger in his heart was even worse, and the moves in his hands became more and more fierce.

Seeing that he was playing tricks, Fan Moya suddenly grabbed his wrist holding the knife, licked his face and said flatteringly, "Ah Qing, don't seduce me anymore, I really can't stand it."

Han Qing was fighting close to him, and now that he had calmed down, he suddenly noticed that Fan Moya was secretly erecting a certain second younger brother shamelessly against his ass, and his face immediately turned dark.

"Indecent! Shameless!" Han Qing didn't expect Fan Moya to be in love with him, his handsome face immediately darkened, his eyes were red with anger, and the steaming water made him look more and more palatable, Fan Moya only felt itchy when he saw it.

Han Qing clenched his fist and punched Fan Moya's disgusting face, but his fist was tightly wrapped by his wide palm, and Fan Moya took the opportunity to kiss his fingers.

"Pervert!" Han Qing didn't expect that Fan Moya became more and more disgusted now, bending his elbows and bumping into his face, forcing him to get closer.

During Han Qing's actions, the clothes had long been messily hung on his arms, revealing his fair and strong body, and now he was sitting on his body, not like fighting, but like begging for pleasure.

Fan Moya's heart fluttered when he saw it, and he couldn't bear the temptation anymore, so he began to actively snatch the dagger in Han Qing's hand with swift moves.

Seeing him getting serious, Han Qing couldn't help treating him cautiously, twisting her waist left and right, dodging his attack in embarrassment.

Fan Moya pursued hotly, the two of them were on the narrow bed, the struggle became more and more intense, the strong wind rustled between their legs, you won't let me, I won't let you.

The two figures on the window, their moves were fiercely intertwined, and the shadows of Kuai were blurred.

Fan Moya's desire to conquer was aroused by him, and he felt more hunger and thirst in his heart. Sure enough, playing with rebellious prey was much more interesting than the obedient little white rabbit.

Fan Moya wanted to live, but Han Qing wanted to die, and his moves were constantly changing.

Fan Moya's body was stabbed a few times, and his black shirt was soaked in blood, but the strong smell of blood made him even more excited.

Of course, Fan Moya's victory was not small. Han Qing's belt was untied by him. Under his serial attacks, Han Qing couldn't fasten it again. He could only pull on the waist of his trousers tightly, and his movements began to slow down. up.

However, Fan Moya's silver eyes became brighter and brighter, his mouth kept raving, and he relaxed his will and said, "Ah Qing, as long as you let me kiss you, I'll tie your belt."

"Dream!" Han Qing cursed in embarrassment, because she was facing the enemy with one hand, she was gradually at a disadvantage, retreated step by step, and accidentally stepped on the air and fell off the bed.

Fan Moya embraced his long arm with his left hand, his slender waist, and his right hand did not forget to take the opportunity to snatch the sharp blade from Han Qing's hand, and threw it far away at the door.

The two of them were very close. Seeing that he wanted to kiss her, Han Qing didn't care about pulling his pants, and pushed him away, and Fan Moya pulled him to the bed.

He seized the opportunity before Han Qing, turned over and pressed him firmly, quickly grabbed Han Qing's hands, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and pressed Han Qing's hand tightly on top of his head with the other hand.

Fan Moya said proudly, "Ah Qing, you can't beat me, so you might as well just obediently grab him with nothing."

Han Qing still wanted to turn defeat into victory, but was tightly suppressed, unable to turn over at all. Soon, when he had no strength to fight back, the pervert broke into his body unscrupulously and enjoyed the victory.

How could Han Qing be willing, struggling desperately, unwilling to exercise with him, Fan Moya had no choice but to order him to be quiet for the sake of sex.

Outside the son-in-law's mansion, Bei Hanjing was anxiously waiting outside. Before Han Qing gave her the signal of victory, she was planning to discuss with her brother who stood beside her silently and go in directly.

Without waiting for her to speak, Bei Hanmo made up his mind and opened his mouth and said, "Go to the roof of Prime Minister Wu and see the situation."

After all, without waiting for Beihanjing's reaction, Beihanmo's tall body, like an eagle spreading its wings, jumped up the wall swiftly, running lightly and quickly between the tiles.

Bei Hanjing hurriedly followed, watching her eldest brother arrive at the eaves of Wu Xiang ahead of him in a few leaps, her steps became more and more impatient.

With a huge figure, Bei Hanmo squatted on the eaves, and with a certain determination, he gritted his teeth and lifted the tiles.

For a moment, Bei Hanmo's body seemed to stiffen, and the sight of the two entangled under the tiles was so shocking.

The light in the room shone on his strong and cold face, illuminating the shock and bewilderment in his eyes.

Bei Hanjing didn't have time to stop her, her breath became chaotic, and she stomped on a tile.

Bei Hanmo stood up slowly, his eagle eyes, which had always been strong, looked at his younger sister who was showing off, showing the fragility and sadness of broken faith, like a people abandoned by God.

For believers like them, the Holy Son of the Black Lotus is the closest to the gods. His character is like a lotus flower that emerges from the mud and is not stained, which is different from those sinful people who have fallen into the world of mortals.

During the day, when Bei Hanmo told him about the corruption of the shaman's character, he firmly didn't believe it.But in choosing the pillar between blood and spirit, as a mortal, he selfishly chooses the former, indirectly abandoning his identity as a believer.

Now the truth is revealed, a holy son who has fallen into sin can no longer be supported by people as a god.

Bei Hanmo took out the flare in his arms, and the lit flare rose higher and higher in his hand, farther and farther away, as if the belief that had left him finally exploded in the air and disappeared in the dark and hopeless night .

The eyes of the two brothers and sisters, looking at the passing fireworks, flashed the discouragement after the broken faith.

The imperial guards received the signal and rushed from all directions, and surrounded the mansion of the Holy Child heavily. The people inside were alarmed by the heavy steps of the cavalry outside, and all the lights of the mansion of the Holy Child were turned on.

Bei Hanmo took Bei Hanjing with him, and as soon as he jumped off the eaves, he saw Fan Moya wearing a black jacket, raising his sword with a gloomy expression, and quickly opened the door.

They didn't seem to expect that the confrontation would be so soon, and the three of them looked at each other blankly, the atmosphere was quiet and awkward.

"Hand over Han Qing!" Bei Hanjing roared, pulled out the two axes on her back, and rubbed each other coldly, with a metal sound that made the hair stand on end, breaking the quiet atmosphere instantly.

Fan Moya also knew that today might not be a good time to deal with the aftermath, so he just flicked his wrist, and the sword came out of his body, and a boundless aura spread out in an instant, making people feel terrified.

Although Fan Moya is only eighteen years old, his swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, few people in Beihan can match him.

Bei Hanjing's brute force, in his eyes, is just like a stupid cow, full of flaws, Fan Moya didn't even lift the sword in his hand, raised his elbow to block the giant axe, and shook his wrist upwards, Bei Hanjing's hand The giant ax in it fell to the ground with a "bang".

Bei Hanjing slashed at him with the ax in her right hand. Fan Moya tilted her neck and snapped her fingers vigorously, and she immediately couldn't hold the giant ax in her hand.

Taking advantage of the situation, Fan Moya grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and kicked Bei Hanjing's ass, sending her flying.

Seeing his sister's defeat, Bei Hanmo clenched his fists, and the bones made a terrifying sound of crackling. He slowly drew out the epee at his waist, and attacked with a thousand auras under his feet.

"Ding..." The metal sound of the two swords colliding made people's ears ring. Fan Moya spat out a mouthful of blood and took a step back, but Bei Hanmo took three steps back, knelt down on one knee, clutching his damaged lungs , Supported with an epee.

One move was determined, Bei Hanjing picked up the double axes on the ground, and was about to step forward to fight, Bei Hanmo grabbed her sister's belt, with a gloomy and cold face, warned: "You are not his!" Opponent, call Han Qing out."

"Beauty, beauty." Bei Hanjing shouted anxiously towards the door.

The door opened suddenly, and Han Qing, who was dressed in a white tunic, stepped out of the room with a cold face, but stood firmly beside Fan Moya, dividing their positions.

"Han Qing?" Bei Hanjing looked at Han Qing who had defected temporarily, and called out in doubt.

"Bah..." Han Qing drew out his long sword and pointed at Bei Hanjing coldly. His magnificent and delicate face was extremely cold, exuding a strange murderous aura.

"What did you do to Han Qing?" Bei Hanjing saw that Han Qing was pointing a knife at her, and glared angrily at Fan Moya, whose mouth was curled up secretly.