The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

In March, peach blossom clusters, plain hands twist plain chess.

Guests go to the east flowing water, Qingping banquet for returnees.

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March [-]rd, Qingping Banquet.

"So many people came to the Qingping Banquet this year."

"Yeah, the last time there was such a big scene was 30 years ago. Back then when Daoist Su Han was still there..."

"Sigh, it's a pity that a generation of heroes died at the hands of that devil."

"The demon is truly unforgivable!"

"Hey, look over there, are those people from Wanhemen? I heard that they can kill people with just a piano!"

"Crude and ignorant, they can not only use the piano, but also kill people."

"So what about Wanhemen? Can there be a beauty scroll? Just draw a picture and lock you in. If you die, you will be buried inside as fertilizer!"

"Hush, keep your voice down. Can't you see the people from Temple 88 are over there!"

"These monks are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and they will run fast wherever there are dead people."

"What Wanhemen, Beauty Scroll, and 88 Temples are all inferior to those three."

"Oh, that's true."

"Are they coming this year?"

"Here we come! Huadongchao, Chuncuo and Minglishan are all here. I saw the last one!"

"I heard that the number one master of Tianzelu, Zhuweilou, is also here!"

"Where?!"

Nan Laihe felt that his luck was a little bit bad recently.

The Ming and Qing banquets are approaching, which is a major event in the martial arts world, and everyone celebrates it.

But he still felt a little gloomy.

Unhappy, he poured a glass of wine on the table and drank it in one gulp.

One reason is the people around him.

Just where the young master in white sits is a sight.

He doesn't eat or drink, he just sits there.

Casting his figure on the window, the beauty became a painting.

Countless eyes fell on his face vaguely, either openly or secretly, secretly trying to figure out his identity.

Nan Laihe took another sip of wine.

He could almost guess what they were talking about.Because he was one of them in the past, the discussion was especially heated.Now he wants to be seen here.

It feels... really bad.

The girls don't even give him a look.

When did he, a well-known young talent in Canghai City, fall into this situation?

A commotion suddenly sounded.

A young man in shorts and a cloak walked in.

People shouted excitedly.

"Here he is, here he is! How many times is this today?"

"the seventh!"

"I don't know how many times he will hit?"

Almost everyone's eyes are looking in the middle.

"Where is this person ranked in Zetianlu?" A light voice came from beside him.

Zetianlu is a ranking list of all young talents under the age of 30. It has been tested by the masses for many years and is very authoritative.

"No. 20 two, Lou Qing, born in the sea, good at hammering." Nan Laihe swallowed.

"Okay." Bandit Lu Qing responded, and the two long knives were unsheathed with a clang, and he held them in his hands.

Lou Qing sensed something wrong almost as soon as he walked in.

Because all the people looked at him with a look of excitement.

Then a young man who looked like a fairy, but looked like the kind of young man who was pampered in the mansion, walked in front of him.

"I heard that you are very powerful, do you want to come to learn from each other?"

Lou Qing looked at his thin body and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Don't worry." Lu Qing said, "I don't kill people."

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He Xiao fell asleep lying on the table, her face was flushed red, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of her mouth.

There are constantly melodious piano sounds coming from behind the curtain.

Nan Laihe pinched his red face.

"Why do you sleep all day?"

He Xiao wakes up in a daze.

"Because I want to shed my skin... My feet hurt so much that I lost my skin. I ran all the way from southern Xinjiang, and I walked a very long way." He paused and took it naturally.

"Oh, your son went out to fight with others again, aren't you worried?"

"Why should I worry?" He Xiao fell down again.

"Anyway, my son won't lose." He said proudly.

Guanlian stood by the window, her light green sleeves fluttering in the wind, like an orchid in full bloom.

After the last day of the Qingping Banquet, almost everyone knew that an extremely handsome young man dressed in white had come to the city and picked out half of the people in Ze Tianlu.

His ranking rose directly to No.7.

This is because the top six are hiding and refusing to come out.

Countless people are speculating about his origin and his sect.

But his ranking in another directory has directly risen to the first place.

Not Wulu.

There is no need for guns with light sleeves scattered, and the famous martial arts do not need weapons.

Yan crowns the eyes of the three domains with emotion, covers his sleeves and smiles and the world is at peace.

Buwulu is a Yanlu, which records people with outstanding beauty.

The more beautiful it is, the higher it will be ranked above.

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When Lu Qing bandit was practicing that night, it was not smooth.

He keeps hearing a strange sound.

He whispered his name in a low and hoarse voice, but it was not his name in this world, but his original name.

"Clear the bandits."

said the voice.

"Wake up, okay?"

not good.

"I know you heard that."

No.

"Take care of me."

go away.

He felt his eyelids itch suddenly, as if something had slipped across them.

It was hot and humid.

"I'll kiss you if you don't wake up." The man whispered in his ear.

He laughed and panted.

Lu Qingban opened his eyes and saw a face that was exactly like his own.

It's just that that face is no longer the cold and self-sufficient in the past, but full of bewitching and seductive.

The man stared at him with blood-red eyes without blinking, and saw him open his eyes and happily lick his ears.

The slender tip of the tongue burrowed into his cochlea like a snake.

"Who are you?" Lu Qing bandit asked, resisting the desire to push him away.

"I am your demon." The man said.

"It's the deepest desire in your heart, it's the furnace of sin and sin, it's something that's been covered up and hard to express."

His tongue is sharp and red like a snake's tail.

"Liar." Lu Qingban calmly let him lick him, as if he was a stone.

"You are a monster."

"Why can't you admit it?" The red-eyed Lu Qing bandit laughed.

"You actually like this very much, don't you, being kissed and fucked, covered with **** marks all over your body, letting yourself go, getting your whole body wet and crying, begging me to fuck you." He squeezed Lu Qing The bandit's chin, and the tongue slipped in from the corner of his lips softly and deftly, and fiddled freely.

The saliva that was too late to be swallowed flowed down from the corners of the mouths of the two, pulling out a long and thin silver thread.

"Isn't my tongue wonderful?" Even though he was kissing, it didn't stop him from speaking.His voice didn't seem to come from his throat.

Lu Qing bandit kept his eyes open, but there was no trace of confusion in them.

It seemed that the place he wantonly kissed was not his most sensitive spiritual body, but a piece of dead flesh without feeling.

The red-eyed Lu Qing bandit bit his lip as if he couldn't control it, trembling with excitement.

"It's like this, it seems like no one cares about what you do!"

"I, can I fuck you?" He couldn't help kissing those cold eyes, and then he circled his snow-white neck with his tongue.

"I can't help it."

"I really love you so much, so much."

There was the sound of something sliding from the ground.

Lu Qingbandit finally opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

Under the body of the red-eyed monster, there was a thick black long snake tail covered with red patterns, which was slowly swimming out of the darkness.

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