Under the Qinggeng Mountain.

A beautiful figure with white hair and white robe lay on the bluestone without any image, crossing her legs, holding a book with pictures and pictures on her face, reading with relish.

"Oh, Lanling Bu Xiehua's new book is really good!"

Turning the last page, Furong Zhuanke closed the book with satisfaction, and there were a few big words on the cover - the goddess of disguise!

After putting down the book, the Furong Crafted Guest suddenly had nothing to do.

She held a branch in her hand and knocked on the stone under her from time to time. "Damn Yuan Wuji, I haven't come to see me for a long time. It's really easy to bully me as an aunt!"

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, the force in Furong Zhuan's hand tightened a little, and the branches were blown away and fell all over the ground.

"Who made my Ling'er angry?"

At this moment, a playful voice suddenly came from behind.

Furong Zhuke suddenly jumped up, turned around in surprise, and was about to pounce on Yuan Wuji, but soon thought of something, the joy on his face disappeared in an instant, instead he snorted coldly and said sneeringly: "Yo, do you still remember me? I thought you only remember your new love!"

"What? Are you jealous?"

Yuan Wuji flashed and appeared directly behind the Furong Chuangke, hugging the Furong Chuangke from behind.

Warm and soft, fragrant.

The Furong Chuangke also felt the hard chest behind him and couldn't help but feel weak all over.

Thinking of the plot in the book just now, Furong Zhuan Guest blushed for a moment.

At this time, Yuan Wuji also saw the book falling on the bluestone.

Then his face darkened slightly, "I said, if I saw you reading this kind of book again, I would teach you a lesson. Tell me, how do you want to solve it?"

"No!"

Furong Zhuke turned around and rubbed his head in Yuan Wuji's arms, looking pleased, his arrogant aura just now was no longer there.

"Dragged!"

Yuan Wuji glanced at the cover of the book, his eyes flashed slightly. Looking at the hibiscus in his arms, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm? Why?"

Furong Zhuke looked up in confusion. Seeing the strange smile on Yuan Wuji's face, she felt something bad. At the same time, she reached out and put away the book behind her, and pouted, "What else do you want to do if you said you're not angry anymore?"

"Since you like drag so much, then..."

Yuan Wuji lowered his head and said a few words in Furong Zhuanke's ear.

The Furong Buying Guest's face turned red, but there was also a bit of eagerness to try.

Especially when she had just read this type of novel, she somehow had a desire hidden in her heart.

A desire to break through bondage.

Among all the women of Yuan Wuji, Furong Zhuke Ke has a quirky personality and is the kind of person who can play anything and can unlock more postures.

Far from being comparable to conservative people like Manli and Hongchen Xue.

"You are so bad!"

Furong Zhuke beat Yuan Wuji's chest a few times, but Qunding did not refuse and soon turned around and ran into the room.

Not long after, the door of the house opened again, and the people who appeared, both in their clothes and expression, were completely different from before.

She was wearing a witch robe with dark blue white edges, with a dark blue gauze on the surface embroidered with leaf patterns, and her hair was black, which made her look like a crescent moon.

Her appearance and clothing are exactly the same as those of the ancestor of the hibiscus, the witch Xiling, who was once the Guangming Temple in Xuanzhou, Donghuang.

Furong Zhuanke blinked at Yuan Wuji, then his sleeves were clear, and he actually danced a sacrificial dance.

With the same appearance and different clothes, this moment made the jumping hibiscus caster really feel a little holiness and inviolable.

but,

As the dance approached, Furong Crafted Guest held a long skirt around Yuan Wuji, twisting his waist and swaying his wrists.

A smile hangs at the corner of his mouth.

It seems gentle, and it seems more like it is teasing.

"How is it!"

Furong Zhuan Guest raised his waist, fell into Yuan Wuji's arms, and asked softly.

"Such beautiful!"

Yuan Wuji gently scratched the hibiscus's nose of the hibiscus and said with a smile.

"Is that beautiful or..."

Just as the word "ancestor" was about to be said, Furong Zhuke suddenly stopped his mouth, his face turned red in an instant, and his heart was even more secretly: Yulinling, Yulinling, what are you thinking?

"ha!"

Yuan Wuji chuckled and kissed Furong Zhuanke's white forehead, "Of course, my bell is more beautiful."

Yuan Wuji's hand reached into the wide witch's robe and ravaged him wantonly.

"Um……"

Furong Zhuke Guest snorted, glanced at Yuan Wuji, and whispered: "A man who speaks right and wrong!"

"I can't wait anymore. Today I will give you a good reward for your hard work during this period!"

Yuan Wuji suddenly turned his hand and pressed the hibiscus caster on the bluestone.

After a moment.

...

[The fellow Taoists in the group suddenly told me about the self-destruction of some people in Pili today, and then I read the contents of the interesting WB and learned about the whole story. So many fellow Taoists like Pili and puppet shows, but they did such a thing, which is really too hurting fellow Taoists, and Yin and Yang people are shameful.
Chapter completed!