"Are you..." Duan Mingyu felt dizzy as soon as he lay down. Fortunately, one of Zheng Yingying's thighs pressed against his lower abdomen, otherwise... it seemed to be floating up. He thought hard and said vaguely: "Before, I...I've played a tour, and if you kill ten people there, you'll be called... a non-commissioned officer, kill a hundred people, you'll be called a lieutenant, and kill more than a thousand people, you'll be called a general... On the other hand, if you're killed ten times, you'll be called a little ghost, a hundred times... it'll be called a big ghost, a thousand times... it'll be called Shura... King of Hell. Our game has more than twenty service areas in total, and only a general came out after half a year. But Shura's saying that the King of Hell... has never been, no... someone is so unlucky, and was killed a thousand times... until... until... I went to play this game... it's only half a month..."

"What…………,

Zheng Yingying responded lazily, and she could only hear Yang Hao talking, and she could no longer hear what she was saying.

Duan Mingyu giggled: "I often say... I'm trying to die, and the players in the game also say... I'm looking for uh..."

"What…………,

"Because... I... I got a game nickname called "Kill and resurrect on the spot". Anyone who sees me, no matter whether others are big or small, comes to kill... I, they want to know, if I... can... really... resurrect on the spot..., haha... hehe..."

"Turn away, don't disturb me... sleep..." Zheng Yingying kicked him away without hesitation. The mat was very smooth. Duan Mingyu, who was smirking, immediately slid out three feet and fell to the ground. Zheng Yingying turned around in the same direction.

Duan Mingyu climbed onto the bed, separated the Feiluo tent, placed Zheng Yingying's light body on the bed, and loosened her coat, like a man who had just tasted the taste of a bridal chamber, excitedly took off his clothes.

Zheng Yingying blushed and grabbed his hand. She said in a soft voice: "You...you blow out the candle first."

Duan Mingyu said: "What can I do to blow the candle? Only when the lights are on will make you interesting."

"Good official, I've blown out the lights. When the lights are on, I'm so embarrassed."

The beauty begged softly, and Duan Mingyu couldn't help but feel soft at this time, so she had to walk back reluctantly, muttering as she walked: "Since the lights are going to be turned off, why are you going to light a pair of big candles?"

Zheng Yingying laughed "um" and said stutteringly: "In this way, the official... uh, don't you think it's interesting?"

"My family Yingying has indeed gained knowledge, and the boudoir Zhi dares to say some interesting words." Duan Mingyu saw the other side of Zheng Yingying for the first time, and was surprised and happy. Looking back, he saw that Zheng Yingying was leaning slanted on the brocade couch embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, like a beautiful jade lying on her jade.

With one hand on his chin, the goose yellow gauze sleeves slightly fell off, revealing a pair of delicate arms that were cut into white jade. The silk shirt was thin. The shoulders and arms were slender, and the lines were as moist as water, without any skin. The narrow sleeves were short and glutinous, and the collar was slightly open, revealing a touch of white and seductive ravines on the chest, elegant and implicit, revealing infinite charm.

Under the light, the beauty had faint eyebrows, her eyes were as bright as spring water, and her rosy and petite mouth was shy and shy. Seeing him looking back, Zheng Yingying shyly pulled a delicate jade foot back under her skirt, her posture was silent and extremely seductive. Duan Ming's jade heart swayed and blew out the candle in one mouthful. The infinitely beautiful spring light hid in the night, but it was deeply reflected in his mind.

The pink sweat wet the silk shirt, and the rain and clouds are busy with love. The two feet are placed on the shoulders, so it is hard to be frowning and enter the drunken land of spring.

It's so crazy that I always call me a man, and I'm so cute when I give it a sweet taste. It tastes good for the first time. It's neither honey nor sugar.

Poor Zheng Yingying is certainly not a rival.

;The milk of the first blooming bamboo shoots is shiny, trembling, with pearls and dew, and is so tender that it is controlled by Duan Mingyu, and it makes sounds like water and dreams. The moans are as thin as flutes, even if they are mature. The natural shyness cannot be eliminated, and Zheng Yingying still dares not scream.

A pair of slender and strong thighs tightly clamped his husband, but his small hands curled up in front of his chest, and seemed to push his strong chest without any effort, resisting his untiring attacks, and also resisting the pleasure of his heart like waves of tides, so as not to scream and be regarded as slutty by his husband.

Two years of bitter lovesickness, a heart-wrenching feeling, turned into the love lingering tonight. The waves came and retreated, retreated and came again. Until Zheng Yingying was sweating profusely, her body was as soft as a soft body, her breath was as bright as a thread, and her starry eyes could not bear the slightest bit of slap. Duan Mingyu no longer restrained her and was trembling with her beloved wife to the peak of bliss.

I don’t know how much I entered, and the candlelight gradually faded. Yang Zhaoniang floated into the room. When she saw the two of them twisting and sleeping positions together, somehow she felt a sour taste that she had never felt before, as if her beloved toy had been taken away by someone: “Sister Yingying is not Brother Mingyu’s wife, why should she sleep in his arms?”

Yang Zhaoniang curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and suddenly felt a warm heart. Before she could think too much, she flashed over and snuggled up to Duan Mingyu like a kitten. She picked up one of his big hands and put them on her shoulders. Then she closed her eyes happily. A blush appeared on her pretty face, but a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Her fine and neat key hair flashed frequently, and she clearly didn't fall asleep, but she still had to be peaceful and relaxed after not falling asleep.

“Oh…oh…oh…”

It was dawn and the rooster crowed loudly. A man's short scream came from Duan Mingyu's room: "Ah!"

Then a woman screamed long: “Ah………

Finally, a little girl was still sleepy and said: "What's wrong, what's wrong, are there any assassins?"

After a dream of spring, Hedong was already full of war. Zhu Wen rushed all the way and recruited troops and had expanded to 200,000 troops. Although these troops were not good at fighting power, they were just a group of mobs. However, after short-term training, they had barely been on the battlefield and could serve as competent cannon fodder. Although the Yan King Liu Rengong had less than Zhu Wen's strength, his overall quality was much higher, and 60,000 had been expanded to 100,000.
Chapter completed!