The curtains were fluttering like clouds gathering and scattering.

The sound of the bell is like a sudden rain hitting banana trees, the sound is clear and crisp, and seems to penetrate deep into the heart.

The light in front of the screen danced faintly and rapidly, but it could only illuminate a small area.

In the darkness that cannot be reached by the dim light, the shadows are constantly changing, overlapping to form various shapes, like a beautiful dream in a drowsy state, full of weirdness and chaos.

Li Lieyue's long eyelashes were slightly closed, and her eyes were dim, like a deep pool filled with chaos under the moonlight night. In the confusion, she occasionally saw a twinkle in her eyes, her eyebrows slightly frowned, as if she could not bear it, and she moaned softly and softly.

, and then said intermittently: "Husband, Madam's matter... I... I don't care... anymore..."

Seeing that Senior Sister Li could forgive himself, Pei Ling was completely relieved. He was hesitating whether to tell the story about the other two furnaces so that he could get forgiveness from Senior Sister, but he saw Li Lieyue suddenly crossed his legs.

, wrapped around his waist like a snake.

The slender legs are fair and beautiful, as if they were carved from mutton-fat jade, smooth and soft, as if they were boneless.

However, when exerting force, it was surprisingly flexible and seemed to cut him into two pieces.

Pei Ling suddenly became more comfortable, immediately ignored those trivial matters, and began to devote himself wholeheartedly to cultivation.

The dressing mirror in the corner reflected a restless corner of the tent.

The snow-white croakers rolled repeatedly in the dark night, like waves shrouded in twilight.

It pushes up layer by layer and retreats layer by layer.

As we advanced and retreated, the wind blew up again and again.

The wind echoed throughout the hall and blew into the tent, but it could not dispel the scorching heat at this moment.

Fierce movements, mixed with suppressed moans and gasps, came and went...

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Three days and three nights later.

Toward the palace.

Bathing Hall.

In the lotus-like jade pool, the water is clear and the sound of the water is loud.

Thousands of gauze curtains hang down from the top of the palace, like fog at dawn, thick and elegant, trying to cover up and disperse, a kind of gentle hesitation.

After a while, the fierce wind mixed with water vapor swept them up high.

Like the waves at high tide, roaring, rushing, and angrily rushing towards the land.

Li Lieyue held the edge of the bathtub with both hands, raised her chin high, and tightened the lines of her neck, like a bow stretched to its extreme.

A head full of black hair scattered on the back of the head, sinking and floating on the water, like a dark hibiscus blooming in anger.

A few strands were wetted by the pool water, and stuck to her face with the roar of the wind and the angry waves. When the scattered hair trembled, her plain white face looked like a beautiful moon.

Hidden in the darkness, the whiteness and holiness reveal traces of depravity.

Pei Ling stood behind Li Lieyue, his body splashing with water.

The wind and water rise, the gauze curtains dance wildly, and the water splashes...

At this time, a bright and neon voice suddenly came from outside: "Master, master, Shao Futu of the Samsara Tower has come here and wants to see the Holy Son!"

Li Lieyue drooped her long eyelashes, closed her eyes, and frowned, with an expression that seemed to be in pain and joy. She swallowed a scream and just let out a low "Hmm", and then replied through a voice: "Let's go."

He's waiting!"

Outside the hall, Jiao Ni lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, bent her knees and said, "Yes!"

"Wow!"

There was a loud sound of water, and Pei Ling pulled Li Lieyue into his arms. With a casual twist, he pressed his back against the wall of the pool, facing him, and leaned down.

The originally graceful and undulating curves suddenly became seamless again.

Soft, warm, smooth... The fingertips go down, and the slender waist hidden in the water is not full, and it is as graceful as a willow. Below it, there is...

"Wow", "wow", "wow"...

The sound of the water got louder, and the gauze curtains billowed rapidly, like waves when a strong wind blew up.

When she was flying freely, Li Lieyue's face was occasionally revealed. She had plain black hair and a little red lips, which contrasted with each other. It was a kind of pure and gorgeous beauty. She closed her eyes slightly, tilted her slender neck back, and grasped

The fingertips on Pei Ling's shoulders turned green and white due to exertion, like a white crane being continuously sent up into the clouds by the waves.

After another hour, Pei Ling ended his practice still unfinished.

And the ripples in Li Lieyue's starry eyes were still rippling, and her black hair was scattered, leaning against him softly.

After taking a moment to calm down his breathing, Pei Ling said: "Let's go see Shaofu Tu Ling first, and then continue practicing when we come back."

Li Lieyue took a few breaths and said, "Yeah."

The two quickly changed into new robes, and after finishing dressing up, Pei Ling naturally hugged Li Lieyue and walked toward the outside.

At this moment, in the side hall where the palace was used to entertain guests, pale white bone fire was burning quietly, illuminating the entire palace.

Although every detail is now visible, there is still a lingering feeling of coldness and coldness in the entire palace.

In the guest seat, Shaofutuling was sitting with his sleeves folded, closing his eyes and concentrating, waiting patiently.

Not far away from the entrance of the palace, there are two ghost maids with dark eyes, both wearing double buns, beautiful appearance, with smoke skirts floating under their knees, standing quietly.

Time passed quietly, and the surroundings were as quiet as death.

Suddenly, Shaofutuling opened his eyes and looked towards the door of the palace.

The next moment, the door several feet high opened silently, and Pei Ling and Li Lieyue entered hand in hand.

"Holy Son, Holy Maiden." Shaofu Tu ordered him to stand up immediately and greet him.

Pei Ling nodded slightly: "Young Master Shaofu, please wait."

Li Lieyue did not speak, only nodded slightly in greeting.

After a brief exchange of greetings, the guests and hosts took their seats.

The maid guarding the door quietly came up to change the tea cup and presented spiritual fruit cakes without any instructions.

Pei Ling took a sip of tea and asked straight to the point: "I wonder why Shaofu ordered you to come here?"

Shaofu Tu Ling said: "I have received news in the past few days that Suzhen Tiantian Ji from the Pseudo Road has returned from Qingyao Mountain."

"If nothing else, he should have transformed into a god."

"Hangan Sword Zong Ning Wuye has been living in seclusion for the past six months, his whereabouts are elusive, and he has almost never appeared on the battlefield."

"But he was able to escape from the Evernight Desert in the first place. Half a year later, the possibility of transforming into a god is also very high."

"Therefore, there are currently four people among the false Taoist peers who have entered the realm of becoming gods."

"They are Fu Xuanxu, the Taoist disciple of Jiuyi Mountain, Zhongkui Yueji, the crown prince of Liulu Dynasty, Yan Minghua, the princess of Suzhen Tiantian, and Ning Wuye, the swordsman of Hangan Sword Sect."

"On the other hand, we are on the side of the Holy Path."

"But only the Holy Son and I have stepped into the transformation of gods."

"And I have fought many times with Fu Xuanxu, the Taoist disciple of Jiuyi Mountain, and we are always indistinguishable."

"Therefore, in the upcoming battle against counterfeiting, the Holy Son is invited to take action against the other three."

Hearing this, Pei Ling frowned immediately. How could he deal with Zhong Kui Yue Ji, Ning Wu Ye and Yan Minghua?

Putting aside Zhong Kui Yue Ji and Ning Wu Ye, Yan Minghua is now his woman!

Let him deal with his own woman?

hehe……
Chapter completed!