Yin Jinyi's whereabouts are unknown and her life and death are uncertain. The sword of Duanyou has been destroyed, completely losing the value of the competition, and everything has been settled.
The people of the Demon Sect were either dismissed or driven to death, and the storm on Qianjian Peak gradually stabilized after a few days.
But after the war, everything is in trouble. Regarding the ownership of the Thousand Swords Peak, there is also the position of leader who has been empty again!All the martial arts heroes and sect leaders gathered again.
After the Bunyou Sword, the leaders of the major sects regained the chivalrous style as if they had changed their lives. They all recommended Duan Mingxin to become the new leader of the martial arts world, and each of them was full of hypocritical smiles.
Strangely, Duan Mingxin, who has never been for fame and fortune, responded in one go.This made the faces of the leaders present who had a plan look as ugly as if they had eaten a dead fly.
Putting some blood, Miss Si, this is the last bottle.In a guest room, Yunman held a small bowl in his hand and reached out to Si Tong.
Si Tong nodded and cut the wound that had just been frozen on his arm again, while Jiang Liu watched nervously as her blood slowly drip into the bottle.
At the same time, the doubts in her heart became deeper and deeper. Why did she feel a strange sense of resonance in her heart when she looked at the blood slowly flowing out of Sister Tong?
How is she...Si Tong opened his mouth slowly, his voice slightly nervous.If you are correct, Shang Chi has been sleeping for almost five days...
The injury and dantian were gone. As for the deep sleep, she just didn't want to wake up.Seeing that the blood in the bowl was almost enough, Yunman put some white cream on Si Tong's wrist. The medicine was very effective, and the wound stopped bleeding in an instant: Since the patient was fine, I also received the reward, so I said goodbye first.
The house was a bit too quiet, and even the sound of Yun Man's footsteps seemed a little harsh.
Xia Qianjin's eyes were a little dark when she was guarding the bed. She stared at the people on the couch with absent-mindedness and held her hands tightly. Uncle Mo received the letter from her father. After a moment, she was about to set off and return to Zhenbao Pavilion...
Sister Bai, why doesn’t Xiaochi wake up yet?The sister just now clearly said that Xiao Chi is fine, but why is she still sleeping?
Bai Ling held Bai Zang's hand tightly and wrinkled a small face. Although Bai Zang was tired, he still rubbed her head comfortably and said softly: Don't worry, she is so tough and tight.
Are you all here?Duan Mingxin walked in with a long sword outside the door. She looked at the people in the room without any surprise. She just walked slowly to the bed and placed the sword on one side: Let me guard tonight, thank you all for your hard work.
After that day, this was Duan Mingxin's first time visiting Shang Chi. Bai Shuang stood up gently when she heard this, and was lifted up with Bai Ling. She looked up at the person in front of her and gently curled the corners of her mouth: Then, I'll ask Lord Duan tonight.
Xia Qianjin hesitated for a moment and stood up, followed Bai Zihuai and walked out slowly. A few reflected wet spots could be seen on the ground... The Demon Cult has been destroyed, and the marriage she agreed with Shang Chi probably doesn't have to be held again... But why are you so sad?
Si Tong and Jiang Liu moved outward, but as soon as they took a step, they heard the woman behind them say coldly and in a deep voice: Thank you.Si Tong slowed down and then walked out of the room firmly. Jiang Liu took the door with her and always felt a little strange when she looked at Si Tong who had already walked away.
Duan Mingxin leaned over and pushed away the broken hair in front of Shang Chi's forehead. The woman's skin was white and her lips were bright and red. No matter how she looked, she didn't look like a person who had been unconscious for a long time. This was the first time that Duan Mingxin had observed her up close after many years.
The girl who used to be mature and her facial features have become much thinner, but she can still see some of the shadows of the past.
Shang Chi's neckline was a little loose, revealing a piece of white and tender collarbone. Duan Mingxin didn't know if she was fascinated by ghosts, so she stretched out her fingers to hook the collar down again.
The snow-white spread downwards until Shang Chi's entire chest was exposed to Duan Mingxin's vision that she suddenly came to her senses, and Qinglang's face was full of flushing and nervousness and withdrew her hand.
What the hell is she doing!
Duan Mingxin looked at her hand that she had just reached out and cursed in her heart a little unyieldingly, but her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, which made her feel her head gradually warm up.
The woman's fingers are slender and skinny, and they just lie on her chest quietly, shining with a warm luster under the candlelight.
Duan Mingxin gently stroked the back of her hand with her fingertips, and the warm and soft touch was like when she was touching her body before.
Huh~ After I couldn't help but let out a long breath, Duan Mingxin secretly glanced at Shang Chi, who had no movement, and couldn't help biting her lower lip.
What's going on?Why do I always have a strange desire in my heart, clamoring to ask for more!
Recalling the way Shang Chi once held his buttocks and patted him hard, every sentence in the chuckle was teasing and ambiguous, Duan Mingxin couldn't help but gently pinched her legs.
It turns out that it is because I haven't loved her for too long...
Duan Mingxin's face was red and bloody. She has been familiar with etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame since she was a child. She never thought that one day she would be entangled by her desires.
She lowered her eyes and stared at Shang Chi's change in her face. She bent down carefully and knelt on the side of the woman's body. Perhaps because of her guilt, Duan Mingxin's movements were extremely light, afraid of making a slight sound.
Lifting up the woman's slender wrist, the five fingers on it were like peeling onions. Duan Mingxin hesitated and repeatedly, but in the end she could not resist the desire in her heart. She slowly opened her mouth and bit her fingertips lightly.
The pink tongue tip slashed across the soft fingertips and then all in the mouth were in. Duan Mingxin sobbed and gasped, fiddling her fingertips constantly tangled around the tip of her tongue, as if there was an electric current in her mouth.
Um~, hahh~ The transparent water thread evenly applied to Shang Chi's hands and hanged down her five fingers.
The woman opened her red lips and kept breathing slightly. Duan Mingxin stared at the change in Shang Chi's expression carefully and cautiously. Seeing that it had not changed, she felt relieved to open her chest and hand over her collar.
Under Qinghe's bellyband, her snow-white and round chest was pushed high. Duan Mingxin held Shang Chi's hand and pressed her wet hand against her left chest. Her heartbeats became faster and faster under the burning skin.
Shang Chi~~ Carefully called her name, Duan Mingxin took her hand and used a little force, and her plumpness was pinched and changed shape, and the red tassels on the top stood up tremblingly.
With an indescribable pleasure in shame, Duan Mingxin panted and closed her fingers, holding Shang Chi's hand with even more force. The plump and numb feeling spread throughout her body, so that her lower body began to feel and began to seep out wet liquid.
Hah~, I'm so surprised~ Duan Mingxin's eyes whimpered red, and her breasts kept shaking under her rough kneading. She looked at Shang Chi's tightly closed eyes, and the suppressed thoughts in her heart were eager to try.
Why can’t she help but want to be ravaged when she sees Shang Chi?
Duan Mingxin raised her chin and pulled her neck out a graceful curve. She gasped for nonchalantly, imagining Shang Chi clasped her neck tightly with one hand.
I'm afraid no one would have expected that the person who is distant and cold and noble in daily life would play with his waist on this bed, use other people's fingers to meet his needs, and even want to get more!
The people of the Demon Sect were either dismissed or driven to death, and the storm on Qianjian Peak gradually stabilized after a few days.
But after the war, everything is in trouble. Regarding the ownership of the Thousand Swords Peak, there is also the position of leader who has been empty again!All the martial arts heroes and sect leaders gathered again.
After the Bunyou Sword, the leaders of the major sects regained the chivalrous style as if they had changed their lives. They all recommended Duan Mingxin to become the new leader of the martial arts world, and each of them was full of hypocritical smiles.
Strangely, Duan Mingxin, who has never been for fame and fortune, responded in one go.This made the faces of the leaders present who had a plan look as ugly as if they had eaten a dead fly.
Putting some blood, Miss Si, this is the last bottle.In a guest room, Yunman held a small bowl in his hand and reached out to Si Tong.
Si Tong nodded and cut the wound that had just been frozen on his arm again, while Jiang Liu watched nervously as her blood slowly drip into the bottle.
At the same time, the doubts in her heart became deeper and deeper. Why did she feel a strange sense of resonance in her heart when she looked at the blood slowly flowing out of Sister Tong?
How is she...Si Tong opened his mouth slowly, his voice slightly nervous.If you are correct, Shang Chi has been sleeping for almost five days...
The injury and dantian were gone. As for the deep sleep, she just didn't want to wake up.Seeing that the blood in the bowl was almost enough, Yunman put some white cream on Si Tong's wrist. The medicine was very effective, and the wound stopped bleeding in an instant: Since the patient was fine, I also received the reward, so I said goodbye first.
The house was a bit too quiet, and even the sound of Yun Man's footsteps seemed a little harsh.
Xia Qianjin's eyes were a little dark when she was guarding the bed. She stared at the people on the couch with absent-mindedness and held her hands tightly. Uncle Mo received the letter from her father. After a moment, she was about to set off and return to Zhenbao Pavilion...
Sister Bai, why doesn’t Xiaochi wake up yet?The sister just now clearly said that Xiao Chi is fine, but why is she still sleeping?
Bai Ling held Bai Zang's hand tightly and wrinkled a small face. Although Bai Zang was tired, he still rubbed her head comfortably and said softly: Don't worry, she is so tough and tight.
Are you all here?Duan Mingxin walked in with a long sword outside the door. She looked at the people in the room without any surprise. She just walked slowly to the bed and placed the sword on one side: Let me guard tonight, thank you all for your hard work.
After that day, this was Duan Mingxin's first time visiting Shang Chi. Bai Shuang stood up gently when she heard this, and was lifted up with Bai Ling. She looked up at the person in front of her and gently curled the corners of her mouth: Then, I'll ask Lord Duan tonight.
Xia Qianjin hesitated for a moment and stood up, followed Bai Zihuai and walked out slowly. A few reflected wet spots could be seen on the ground... The Demon Cult has been destroyed, and the marriage she agreed with Shang Chi probably doesn't have to be held again... But why are you so sad?
Si Tong and Jiang Liu moved outward, but as soon as they took a step, they heard the woman behind them say coldly and in a deep voice: Thank you.Si Tong slowed down and then walked out of the room firmly. Jiang Liu took the door with her and always felt a little strange when she looked at Si Tong who had already walked away.
Duan Mingxin leaned over and pushed away the broken hair in front of Shang Chi's forehead. The woman's skin was white and her lips were bright and red. No matter how she looked, she didn't look like a person who had been unconscious for a long time. This was the first time that Duan Mingxin had observed her up close after many years.
The girl who used to be mature and her facial features have become much thinner, but she can still see some of the shadows of the past.
Shang Chi's neckline was a little loose, revealing a piece of white and tender collarbone. Duan Mingxin didn't know if she was fascinated by ghosts, so she stretched out her fingers to hook the collar down again.
The snow-white spread downwards until Shang Chi's entire chest was exposed to Duan Mingxin's vision that she suddenly came to her senses, and Qinglang's face was full of flushing and nervousness and withdrew her hand.
What the hell is she doing!
Duan Mingxin looked at her hand that she had just reached out and cursed in her heart a little unyieldingly, but her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, which made her feel her head gradually warm up.
The woman's fingers are slender and skinny, and they just lie on her chest quietly, shining with a warm luster under the candlelight.
Duan Mingxin gently stroked the back of her hand with her fingertips, and the warm and soft touch was like when she was touching her body before.
Huh~ After I couldn't help but let out a long breath, Duan Mingxin secretly glanced at Shang Chi, who had no movement, and couldn't help biting her lower lip.
What's going on?Why do I always have a strange desire in my heart, clamoring to ask for more!
Recalling the way Shang Chi once held his buttocks and patted him hard, every sentence in the chuckle was teasing and ambiguous, Duan Mingxin couldn't help but gently pinched her legs.
It turns out that it is because I haven't loved her for too long...
Duan Mingxin's face was red and bloody. She has been familiar with etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame since she was a child. She never thought that one day she would be entangled by her desires.
She lowered her eyes and stared at Shang Chi's change in her face. She bent down carefully and knelt on the side of the woman's body. Perhaps because of her guilt, Duan Mingxin's movements were extremely light, afraid of making a slight sound.
Lifting up the woman's slender wrist, the five fingers on it were like peeling onions. Duan Mingxin hesitated and repeatedly, but in the end she could not resist the desire in her heart. She slowly opened her mouth and bit her fingertips lightly.
The pink tongue tip slashed across the soft fingertips and then all in the mouth were in. Duan Mingxin sobbed and gasped, fiddling her fingertips constantly tangled around the tip of her tongue, as if there was an electric current in her mouth.
Um~, hahh~ The transparent water thread evenly applied to Shang Chi's hands and hanged down her five fingers.
The woman opened her red lips and kept breathing slightly. Duan Mingxin stared at the change in Shang Chi's expression carefully and cautiously. Seeing that it had not changed, she felt relieved to open her chest and hand over her collar.
Under Qinghe's bellyband, her snow-white and round chest was pushed high. Duan Mingxin held Shang Chi's hand and pressed her wet hand against her left chest. Her heartbeats became faster and faster under the burning skin.
Shang Chi~~ Carefully called her name, Duan Mingxin took her hand and used a little force, and her plumpness was pinched and changed shape, and the red tassels on the top stood up tremblingly.
With an indescribable pleasure in shame, Duan Mingxin panted and closed her fingers, holding Shang Chi's hand with even more force. The plump and numb feeling spread throughout her body, so that her lower body began to feel and began to seep out wet liquid.
Hah~, I'm so surprised~ Duan Mingxin's eyes whimpered red, and her breasts kept shaking under her rough kneading. She looked at Shang Chi's tightly closed eyes, and the suppressed thoughts in her heart were eager to try.
Why can’t she help but want to be ravaged when she sees Shang Chi?
Duan Mingxin raised her chin and pulled her neck out a graceful curve. She gasped for nonchalantly, imagining Shang Chi clasped her neck tightly with one hand.
I'm afraid no one would have expected that the person who is distant and cold and noble in daily life would play with his waist on this bed, use other people's fingers to meet his needs, and even want to get more!
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