Legend of Fu Yao

Don't come, innocent?

No voice greetings, such as a huge thunder in my heart.

Meng Fuyao once fantasized about the reunion of himself and Yuan Zhaoyu many times, perhaps at a festival occasion, perhaps at the invitation of a nobleman, perhaps in another country - but she never thought that she would Taiyuan Palace changed night and met him again. When he met, he stood on the side of her enemy, and her knife pointed at his heart.

He was pointed at her knife, still smiling, and even greetings.

Meng Fu was set in the horse's head, his body turned over, his knife was still bright, but his heart was already inexplicably soft.

Especially when reading this lip language.

Especially when Yuan Zhaoqiu suddenly moved, he got a snowy white head, his head turned black eyes, saw the knife light, and suddenly pulled out the root hair, the horizontal hair, the first block.

Does it think that the hair on its **** is a dry, Moxie sword?

Meng Fuya suddenly wanted to laugh, smiled and did not want to cry, and she did not laugh or cry, and she rushed and slammed it down.

In this case, she screamed in her heart. In any case, Yuan Zhaoyu is now a helper in the search for her own. When she robbed her horse and failed, Yunxun refused to escape alone, but it hurt him.

She fell and fell into a warm chest. The skin that appeared outside his collar and his satin robes were generally smooth, with a strange scent. Her skin on her back was slightly licked on his chest, only to feel the whole body. It’s like a fire in a raft.

The flame walked around, but did not feel the burning pain, only felt warm and psychedelic, such as immersed in the hot springs, from the fingers to the toes, are stretched, this night thrilling, running hard, like a moment gently pleated , smooth, and then swayed by the clouds.

The man behind him is as warm as a lost dream, or the spring breeze that floats from the Xuanyuan Kingdom in the spring of the four seasons, or the beautiful water in the lotus pond of Taiyuan, which is soft and charming. And everywhere.

His lips are so close to her, and when she moves to the back of the horse, she wipes her ear from time to time, through the heart itch, burning breath over the cheeks, soft and moist like a delicate kiss, Meng Fu shakes his back and dare not move The whole body is soft down in an inch, soft into cotton, into fog, into a net, and horizontal is also silk.

This scorpion is only a flash of fire, but this scorpion is like a long millennium.

I heard that the voice of the man rang low on the ear, with a slight smile, and heard the smile, then I felt that the flowers of the four seasons were all open.

"I really want to kiss you..."

Meng Fu trembled, a little embarrassed, did the voice of this person have been smashed? The simple words, which he said, seemed to have a golden hook for each word, and the hearts of the listeners were caught together.

She touched her face and seemed to be burning.

The voice paused, and it was already a little pity when it was picked up again.

"Unfortunately... can't do it now."

The voice just fell, and behind it, the warm source suddenly dispersed, so that Meng Fu’s heart seemed to be empty. She turned to the first place and saw the man in the wide sleeves drifting back and let the horse down.

He landed, and the clouds rolled over like a roll, and he had more bows in his hands.

Zhu Hong bow string deep black arrow 翎, iron arrow faint flash, he chuckled, his fingers flew, gently cleverly take the arrow, pull the bow, bow into the full moon, in the full face of the stunning Yan Lie gaze, was thrown down the horse anger In the horror of the search for the enthusiasm, behind the black pressure on a step by the guards chasing.

Point, Meng Fu shake.

......

The arrow is cold, never so cold.

Meng Fu shook back at the moment, looking at the arrow that stared at her like an eagle's eye, and the graceful man who bent the bow and took the arrow.

At this moment, the air suddenly calmed down, and I could hear the sound of the torch and the breath that was suppressed because of the tension. The woman who turned back in the fire, her face was normal, her eyes were clear and clean, like the snow above the mountains. A little bit of gaze in the eyes is amazement, doubt, shock, incomprehension... It’s a thousand words, all things that you can’t say.

It was so complicated and unspeakable, and it was hammered in the hearts of everyone. For a moment, everyone forgot the action.

Only the man who looked at the gaze was still smiling and unmoving. The hand of the bow was stable, the bowstring was too full, and he bowed low under his palm, which sounded like a deep sigh.

He moved his finger after an inch, and the arrow was on the string, and it must be sent!

"call out!"