Wherever you see, the bamboo stands on all four walls are towering, and they are filled with bottles of different sizes, which are slightly transparent. Ω   81Δ Chinese     The net is in the dim house, and countless poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions can be seen soaking in the water.

In the middle of the house, there were two corpses on the bamboo couch. One was intact and covered with silver needles. The other was covered with white bones and bones were placed in pieces. The most creepy was the pool of blood, and various internal organs were floating up and down in the tumbling water, emitting a stinky smell.

When Tanluo approached, he caught a glimpse of the heart that was still beating in the blood pool. He subconsciously looked at the expressionless man beside him and the blades he held in his hand, and thought to himself that it was not good.

Could this man be lying to her to kill and dismember him...

Fortunately, he is elegant and elegant, and has a very elegant appearance. He is a bloodthirsty maniac. He really wastes his good looks.

She quickly covered her stomach, frowned and shouted, "Xian'er, I, my stomach hurts so much."

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Let me take a look." Yan Bo looked worried and acted as if to help her.

"No need, I want to go to the cottage." It seems that this is a common excuse for a certain woman to escape, and she is very happy.

"Well, you go back to the bamboo house first, and then go find you after I have twisted the wick."

"Okay." I'm waiting for your sentence.

After Tanluo successfully escaped, she slipped into the bamboo house. She was bored and walked to the pear blossom table to sit down. She saw that in addition to the ordinary pottery and tea cups, there was also a jar of old wine that had not yet been opened.

She thought to herself that this Wuxian was not only a master of Xinglin, but also had extraordinary medical skills, but could also make wine by herself. It would be better to drink two drinks for him and give some advice.

Of course, she would never admit that she was a wine worm and was in trouble. She couldn't wait to find a legitimate reason. A woman said the same thing, and she quickly and accurately slapped Kaifeng mud. In an instant, the wine smelled everywhere in the house.

"It's the best daughter Hong!" She was amazed. The wine was fragrant, with a strong and mellow taste, and a hint of sweetness and sourness in its spicyness.

She drank three glasses in a row, and the wine came up. In her drowsy state, she realized that Xiao Gu was a medicine boy beside the witch fairy. What kind of daughter is it that he has not married yet, and he doesn't need to marry a daughter.

But then again, she has made wine since she was a child, and she can be considered a big shot in a wine jar. Why did she get drunk after three cups this time? And she is drunk when she is drunk, her body is sore and soft, and the air is getting hotter and hotter. Now the autumn is clear and the cold wind is even more bone-chilling. Where can she burn it?

No, this body is extremely empty and urgently needs a gap to ejaculate, just like the time when Nian Nu was plotting against him.

It won't be so bad, could it be that the wine is filled with ingredients?

Tanluo opened her misty eyes, brought the wine jar close to her, and smelled a faint sweet fragrance. Although she had no research on these medicinal medicines, her pure daughter would never have such fragrance.

This turned out to be a jar of Hehua wine, and the witch fairy was playing the Luoshi Hehua wine on the table!

She sat up and stood up, and her sleeves were swept into the cup inadvertently. The cup was spilled with wine, and the amber wine wet the silk sleeves. The purple clay cup turned into a semicircular arc on the pear blossom table and rolled down along the edge of the table. With a crisp sound, the bamboo door was knocked open from outside.

When Yan Bo stepped onto the path above the road, he suddenly heard the sound from the room. He remembered that Tan Luo was still staying inside at this moment, hurriedly knocking open the door, and then saw the girl's cheeks flushed and her drunken eyes confused.

The girl stumbled towards the man, like a weak willow and a wind, her eyes raised slightly, her white jade-like cheeks were red and like fire, and her charming and charming expression was inadvertently revealed from the pair of autumn water-cut eyes.

At this moment, she gritted her teeth and endured her sweat slightly, as if she was enduring the unspeakable heat. Her clothes were messy, and she showed a ivory-like crystal clear snow muscle.

Seeing the witch fairy wrapping herself in front of her chest with a worried look, she moaned, her whole body trembled and limp, as if all her strength was pulled away at this moment, and she pressed against the coldness in front of her body like a snake.

The whispered body was filled with a faint bamboo fragrance, which made people intoxicated and at the same time felt at ease. The body temperature below ordinary people just relieved her current craze.

She was like a small boat floating on the water. She could only stabilize her body by relying on the support of water. She lay on the chest of the witch fairy, with a strong and steady heartbeat beside her ears.

When I closed my eyes, I could only hear a sigh from the top of my head, and a slender jade hand stroked her smooth forehead, and a gentle whispered: "Hehuan wine...what do you think I should do with you?"

Whether to mix raw or cold, it is not your final decision at this time.

Tanluo held the plain clothes and looked at the man's cold eyes. He smiled disapprovingly: "It's me, Xian'er, can't your blood remove all poisons? Help me."

When Yan Bo heard this, his face became even more frowning. The blue eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the sorrows of his past and present life were reflected in the girl's smile at this moment, feeling sad.

Seeing her snuggling in her arms, Yan Bo seemed to be dull for a moment, his eyes were deep and he couldn't see it, but there was a hint of sadness in the deep and unreachable place.

He turned his face slightly to look at the table, and turned his intestines, lowered his eyes and looked at the girl with a bitter eye. The corners of his lips were slightly bent, and he laughed at himself: "The antidote to Hehuan wine is a man, can't I still get into the girl's eyes?"

"No, that's not what I mean." She shook her head desperately, obviously not wanting the other party to misunderstand.

Hehuan wine was originally the wine that the newlyweds drank together when they were weddings, and then went to Wushan together. No one was bored and developed this antidote. But she never thought that Wuxian’s blood was not omnipotent.

He realized that the force on his waist was gradually increasing, and she leaned back and subconsciously wanted to avoid his touch.

"Xian'er, let me go and let me go to the Hantan!"

"Is it necessary?" Yan Bo suddenly spoke, holding her waist while exerting a little force on his arm. The girl staggered and poured into his arms again.

"Do you know, I miss you very much..."

The bamboo fragrance on his body was quiet and elegant, as if it was a gentle breeze, gently brushing towards her. Surprised at the deep affection that could not be melted in the other person's eyes, her heart trembled, and she couldn't help but raise her white wrist to stroke her frown brow.

"Don't leave, stay with me." He held the girl's slender fingers, put them into his slightly opened lips, begging softly.

The coldness of life and death is not as good as the pain of parting.

It has been ten thousand years. He has been searching for thousands of years and waiting for thousands of years. The lovesickness of thousands of years cannot be transformed and cannot be escaped. It has become persistence, just to accompany you day and night.

I watched her fall into another man's arms and asked myself that he couldn't do it! So he chose to leave quietly even if he died.

His love has become so humble that he only asks for a little mercy from the other party. In his lifetime, can't this wish be fulfilled?

Yan Bo hugged the girl in his arms tightly and spoke without refusal: "I want you, give it to me!"

He hugged Tanluo by his waist and walked slowly towards the bamboo couch.

"Xian'er, Yan Bo..." She screamed, trying desperately to break free from the ground.

"If you want me to save that man, you will be exchanged!" Even if you hate me or hate me in the future, he only wants to have it for the last time.

The curtain floated, warm jade and fragrant, looking down at the girl with her eyes closed on the couch. He gently kissed her long eyelashes, walked down the delicate nose, and finally took the cherry petals in her mouth, outlining it gently, just like treating a fragile object, loving and pitying.

"Open your eyes and look at me." He whispered softly in his ears, as if the lovers were rubbing their ears.

The medicinal properties of Hehuan wine continued to surge in his body. Tanluo opened his hazy eyes and looked at his stunning eyebrows and eyes, but he could not escape after all.

The faint fragrance in the veil was glimpsed. She looked sideways at the window. The sky was getting late and the crescent moon was rising.

The night was silent. When the last trace of tranquility disappeared, she seemed to see Yan Bo's shocked expression.

After dawn, Tanluo gradually woke up from her hangover. Looking at the messy bamboo couch and the brocade quilt with the remaining warmth, she seemed to remember the unpleasant scenes of last night.

The bamboo door was opened with a creaking sound. Yan Bo walked slowly with the porridge, frowned slightly, and his posture seemed to be a little different from before. Seeing this, a woman hurriedly covered her clothes.

"Hmph——" The gentle man, like a banished immortal, rarely had a trace of temper. He turned around and a few mottled blood stains appeared under his clothes.

Tanluo stared at the bloody stain suspected to be the teeth marks. In terms of size and shape, it seems that it was left by herself. Could it be that she had made a ruthless move last night and would rather die than follow, and then took a few bites on the witch fairy?

She held her forehead and thought deeply, and she had a headache. She seemed to have been tossing for a long time. Looking at the man's stinky expression on his face, she obviously suffered a grievance last night and was secretly sulking.

"Xian'er--" Tanluo trembled and called out softly. No matter how she said that she was the one who suffered the loss, why did she always seem to have done something that was sorry for others, and she was the kind of person who refused to admit it in a blink of an eye.

Yan Bo glanced at her and turned around and left a lonely back.

Well, it seems that she really did something crazy after losing her mind. What can make Wu Xianhuo fire? It is definitely an unforgivable thing!

But she also has a temper and a muddy temperament. As a woman, how could she bow to the man who was forced to the archery last night?

So Tanluo rubbed to the table, picked up the porridge and started eating.

Yan Bo glanced at the girl with his eyes and felt deeply saddened when he saw that she didn't agree. How could he fall in love with such a rude and savage woman who was not merciful and did not understand what reservedness was? I thought that I could leave unforgettable memories in this last time, but it was really

Carving-Bone-Ming-Heart!

Poor his dignity as a man was broken all over the ground, Yan Bo closed his cloud sleeves and covered the blue marks on his wrist.

"After packing, follow me out of the valley at noon." He stood up and left.

"Where is Xian'er going now?" Tanluo asked casually.

"Apply medicine!"

As noon approached, the witch fairy finally appeared again. Tanluo looked at his flawless neck, and didn't know what ointment the man applied, but he had recovered as before.

Xiaogu followed closely behind, holding a bag in his hand. When he saw Tanluo, he curled his eyes and smiled, revealing a deep dimples.

"Are we coming out of the ice tomb?" she was puzzled.

Yan Bo took out a paper crane full of talismans and pinched his fingers. The paper crane quickly became bigger, enough for three people to ride on.

Having spiritual power means traveling conveniently. Tanluo was envious and soared in the sky on paper cranes. Amid the clouds and mist, she remembered that there was a lonely woodcutter living in the Death Valley, so she patted the man's shoulder and arm and signaled him to fly to the old man's residence.
Chapter completed!