Xunqiu went to the entrance of the cave and found a stone wall and leaned down. He slightly let go of some energy protection. The cold wind from the soul domain was poured in with his soul roar, causing his face to hurt slightly.

Even so, Xunqiu still took a long time to truly wake up.

He began to realize that perhaps soul energy is not completely useless either.

The woman in the cave was indeed so tempting. The previous scene was indeed extremely dangerous, and it was really a little bit too little, so a little bit that she could not have any more impulse.

He let out a breath, as if he was about to exhale all the depression in his heart, and he was also a little exhausted. He was very tired and tired.

Xun Qiu thought a lot about this and the previous things, and he felt more and more that he was facing a woman who could not see through and didn't know what he was thinking about. When he thought of the extremely ambiguous scene in the cave before, he even had the idea of ​​leaving her and running away.

When he felt that this idea was crazy, a brisk song came from the cave. The song was very pleasant and sounded very comfortable, like a calming agent, or a sing of spring breeze, which made people intoxicated but not addicted.

The sound of water kept coming from the water world, and he felt that joyful emotion.

Xun Qiu closed his eyes and listened quietly. His clenched fist slowly loosened. Then he opened his eyes, looked into the hole, and smiled gently.

Women all love to be clean, let alone such a peerless beauty. Maybe he really thinks too much.

So Xunqiu set up another layer of protection at the entrance of the cave to prevent soul energy from seeping in and affecting her interest. He didn't know why he did this, and he was too lazy to think about these things again.

He began to think about the better.

This time when I came to the Soul Realm and had a beautiful girl accompanying me, it was actually a very beautiful thing.

He took out the wine bag from Qiankun bag, and a sip of strong wine entered his throat, and his expression remained calm.

Then he searched in the Qiankun bag and found a small bag of fried green beans. He pinched one and put it in his mouth. The taste was still fresh. It should be something that happened recently, but he thought about it for a long time and actually forgot the specific time.

When did you start to forget?

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, no longer cared about it. He ate a few green beans every time he drank a sip of wine. He stretched out two fingers at a time, only one was pinched out, and put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

He drank half a bag of wine, but was not drunk at all, but instead was empty-minded and felt that he could see further.

His eyes looked forward along the ridge ahead, and he noticed the branches in the soul forest that were swaying like demon hands. The trees in the eastern part of the soul forest were a little broken, and the rocks were slightly chaotic, as if they had undergone a tragic destruction a long time ago and have not yet fully recovered.

He looked at the black night sky and remembered many things.

He thought of the night in Moshan. The starry sky was slightly brighter and the forest was quiet and cool. At that time, Master Wendao sat on a rattan chair, shaking his fan, looking like he couldn't wake up for a long time.

Eleven years have passed in a flash.

After all, the blood in this body comes from the Yixia Xun Changfeng. Xun Changfeng not only has a high cultivation level, but also has no appearance. He is not as rough as an ordinary general and looks tough, but he looks a bit like a scholar with an elegant temperament.

Xun Qiu looks quite like Xun Changfeng in this regard. He doesn't have much beard, so he doesn't have to shave his forehead. He doesn't have the habit of growing a beard. His face is clean. People who dare to joke with him say that his skin looks like a woman.

He didn't know why he was so pretentious tonight, but when he opened his mouth, he started singing.

Perhaps because of drinking, his voice did not look like his appearance or temperament, but was a bit rough and seemed to be weathered.

I rode a horse with a sword.

Watching you waiting for cuteness.

How familiar this scene is.

Holding your hands tightly can't bear to separate.

Every time I want to speak.

But I can't bear to be calm.

Give me some time to concentrate.

Enjoy your beauty.

The love you give cannot be recovered.

I can't give you what I still owe you.

...

After washing, Xiao Yelan put on her close-fitting underwear and covered her with a layer of gauze. Although she couldn't see the underwear, she could vaguely notice the corners of her underwear. She walked out of the hole, thinking about the appearance of a young man outside.

She thought about the scenes in a thousand ways, including anger, tension, sinking, and calmness, but she had no heroic spirit or vicissitudes of moving forward.

She suppressed what she had thought before, and gave him the idea of ​​how to come forward to tease him, so that he could notice that her plump and seductive breasts were all thrown out of her mind, but sat down on the side and listened quietly to him singing.

His voice was not loud, but it was sonorous and powerful. His eyes were as bright as fire, as if they had turned into countless flames. Even if the dark soul domain fell into his eyes, it turned into a burning world.

Especially the lyrics he said, she felt very good, as if telling a sweet and helpless story.

She has always been alone, at least in terms of love. Many men are willing to give everything for her, but she never thought of giving a little to a man.

She doesn't understand emotions, nor does she want to understand. She always feels that it is a kind of adjustment for decades of boring life for mortals, that's all.

Strangely, in that lyrics, she did not hear a story similar to herself, but read an emotion.

She took out a harmonica from her arms, put it between her lips and began to blow it gently.

This is the relic of her mother. When she was young, her father almost never visited them. Her mother liked to play the piano alone under the willows in the backyard. She had heard it countless times, but she could only play half of it, to be precise, two half of it.

Because she was not blowing the notes in the middle, she was not right, but she also blew those notes as taught by her mother, but she always heard them in her ears.

This piano piece is rare because she has never heard it before except for listening to her mother's sing. She asked the name of the song countless times, but her mother always rubbed her head gently and did not tell her.

Until one day my mother was crying at the piano, and the sunset was as beautiful as it was burning. My mother murmured to the sunset, saying three words over and over again.

Late clouds, late clouds...

Then she took the initiative to use these three words as the name of the song.

Xunchou sang a piece of the song, and there was a sound of a piano in his ear. The sound of the piano was gurgling, like flowing water, very nice.

He turned his head and looked at the beautiful girl with a faint fragrance all over her body and a dark hair draped over her shoulders, gently playing the harmonica.

She squinted her eyes and moved slightly with the sound of the piano, enjoying herself and intoxicating it.

When he smiled, he smiled lightly, but it made people feel very comfortable. The mood of the piano player seemed more pleasant and the sound of the piano became more melodious.

He then sang the second section of the song.

The rough singing voices are accompanied by melodious and beautiful piano sounds, which have a unique charm.

A picture appeared in her eyes. She couldn't see the men and women in the picture clearly, but she was inexplicably thinking about the story described in the picture.

The song and piano music are like the soul of a silent picture.

Late clouds.

I will share it with you every time.

I only understand the taste of love at this moment.

After a while, both of them ended and stopped at the same time. Xun Qiu took a light breath, as if there was a slight ease in the air.

Xiao Yelan turned around and returned to the cave. Xunchou wanted to ask her something, but he didn't speak.

He smiled and shook his head, and the figure had come out again after a while.

The gauze on her body was gone, but instead she turned into a slender blue silk skirt, which did not have much charm. Compared with the exposed clothes before, it was too much restrained.

Xiao Yelan came to Xunchou and sat down quietly, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, as if he could feel the heartbeat of the people around him.

Xunchou moved, Xiao Yelan thought he was going to move to the other side to hide, but the former turned sideways and smiled at her, and then turned back.

"Can you tell me your story?"

"For example?" Xun Qiu asked, then said: "How many martial arts have I practiced, how many masters have I come from, and what does it have to do with the power of the six realms?"

Xiao Yelan shook his head and said softly: "I am not interested in those things, at least I am not interested now."

"What are you interested in?"

"Tell me about you and Yingying." She bent her legs, hugged her knees with her arms, turned her head slightly, and looked at Xuncho with a smile, as if she was listening to the story.

Although the light was dim, Xuncho discovered that when she smiled, there were two beautiful dimples.

"Then you have to exchange stories with me, I won't do business at a loss."

"Okay, you can do it first." Xiao Yelan agreed happily, and then she snatched the wine bag from Xun Qiu's hand and put it to her mouth to take a sip.

Xunchou reached out to interrupt her but it was too late, and his half-extended arm seemed a little embarrassed.

Xiao Yelan naturally understood what was going on. She threw the wine bag to Xun Qiu, and her pretty face turned red.

Xun Qiu started to speak, and gradually raised her head, forgot the previous episode, and began to sound seriously.

When Xuncho finished telling the story, Xiao Yelan stood up and stretched her waist, and the moving curve was perfectly displayed.

"It's getting late, take a break. There are still big things to do later. It's important to preserve your energy."

"Don't get rid of the topic, sit down."

Seeing that Xuncho was not fooled, Xiao Yelan stuck out his tongue cutely, and then said pitifully: "I will tell you the story about me if I have time. I owe it first, okay?"

Xun Qiu snorted and said, "I thought before that you might lie to me, I really shouldn't believe you."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, okay? I promise not next time. It's windy here, let's go into the cave." Xiao Yelan said softly.

Xuncho stood up and looked at her and said, "Then you were wearing so thin before."

Xiao Yelan naturally understood what he was referring to before.

"I haven't looked carefully before, do you feel very sorry?" Xiao Yelan smiled mischievously and tempted Xunqiu's body, and the faint body fragrance came to her face.

Xun Qiu hid around and said lightly: "What are you careful or not? That red dress is not bad." He walked into the cave first.

Red? The clothes before were obviously white?
Chapter completed!