Jin Ping'er first put her slender shoulders under Xiaohuan's armpits. With Zhang Xiaofan's help, she helped the sleepy Xiaohuan up. She wrapped her right hand around Xiaohuan's Yangliu waist, and her fingers were as slender as claws. Holding on hard, fearing that Xiaohuan would fall down due to inertia, Jin Ping'er gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength. With the help of Zhang Xiaofan, he managed to take two steps. When he was about to take the third step, Jin Ping'er Er's center of gravity was unstable and he almost fell to the ground together with Xiao Huan. The moment the two fell down.
There was a hot big hand on the waist, hugging them left and right, and the slim waist was tightly pressed against her strong chest muscles. Jin Ping'er couldn't help but blush, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her white skin and beautiful face were lightened. Leaning lightly on Zhang Xiaofan's chest.
A burst of irritable breathing came from her petite and exquisite little nose. Like a fairy who is greedy for the mortal world, she clasped her hands in his arms and carefully tasted his unique manly body fragrance. She couldn't help but smell it a few more times, and was gradually attracted by his temperament. The joyful mood spread to the west limbs and everyone cheered.
Xiaohuan on the side was twisted and sleeping with his eyes closed. He occasionally said a few words, but he spoke too fast and couldn't hear what he said.
"Cough, cough" twice, Zhou Xian pretended to be calm and stared at the three people in front of him, with a fire burning in his eyes. But he looked helpless, after all, he was also present.
If he hadn't been there, he would have been scolded. What kind of behavior would it be? It was a simple west wind and the sun was setting, and a man and two women were hugging each other. Fortunately, it was broad daylight and they didn't do anything immoral. It would have been better at night. After all, her granddaughter was clinging to Zhang Xiaofan's chest and still talking about him, making people think that she was doing it willingly and that she was not a good girl.
Jin Ping'er heard Yi Xian's cough and hurriedly stabilized her body, only to realize that she had lost her composure, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be feeling lost as she said, "Mr. Zhang, please let me go."
There was no expression on Zhang Xiaofan's face as usual, so he let go of Jin Ping'er's evenly fat and thin waist in his hand. Jin Ping'er lost her restraints and was as free as a kite with its string cut off, but she felt unhappy in her heart and seemed to have some regrets. even
She was busy arranging her somewhat messy clothes, her cheeks were slightly red, and she was very charming: "Mr. Zhang, I will lead the way. Why don't you carry Xiao Huan upstairs, which will save me the problem of lack of physical strength."
As soon as Zhang Xiaofan felt that what Jin Ping'er said was reasonable, he turned around behind him and said, "Senior, look."
Zhou Yixian suddenly saw his granddaughter Xiaohuan, who was as graceful as a water lily lying on the water and about to bloom, quietly nestling in Zhang Xiaofan's arms.
Zhou Yixian had a straight face and did not speak. He just waved his old hand twice to signal Zhang Xiaofan to go ahead and poured a glass of wine. He felt that the wine was so bitter in his mouth that he almost vomited it out.
Zhang Xiaofan smiled awkwardly, crossed his calf joint with his left hand, and carefully passed Xiaohuan's armpit with his right hand, fearing that she would suddenly attack Zhang Xiaofan, his strong hands exerted force at the same time, Xiaohuan was lifted off the ground by Zhang Xiaofan, she Her weak body pressed tightly against his chest.
A strong girlish fragrance rushed towards his face and sneaked into the tip of Zhang Xiaofan's nose. Zhang Xiaofan remained unmoved. Following silently, the graceful and graceful Jin Ping'er was like a thin layer of ice, taking every step carefully and paying attention to Xiaohuan's condition at all times.
At this time, Jin Ping'er's body was squirming, her cheeks were hot, her eyes were blurred, and she seemed to have a feeling of saying no. She always felt that there was a strange beast behind her that was watching her every move, which made her at a loss.
With a "squeak", the wooden door in the guest room was pushed open. Jin Ping'er pushed the door open and walked in. Zhang Xiaofan followed closely with Xiao Huan in his arms. When he first came into view of a luxurious carved mahogany bed, Zhang Xiaofan carefully placed Xiaohuan on the bed, not forgetting to help her take off her pair of finely crafted pink embroidered shoes with lotus patterns embroidered on them. By the way, Zhang Xiaofan adjusted his sleeping position and felt at ease.
Zhang Xiaofan's face was as calm as water: "Miss Jin, you will take care of Xiaohuan. I'll go down first. If you need anything, just shout. I'll be there soon."
When she heard Zhang Xiaofan call her "Golden Girl", Jin Ping'er frowned, puffed out her mouth, and felt a little angry. An inexplicable flame ignited from her heart, making her feel a little uncomfortable. She lightly stamped her foot. Very cute: "Master Zhang, don't bother me, just call me Ping'er. Miss Jin sounds a bit awkward."
Zhang Xiaofan believed it and asked Xiao Hui to leave together. He gently closed the wooden door of the guest room and said, "Okay, Miss Ping'er."
Jin Ping'er was speechless, anger flashed across her face, but she had no choice but to smile calmly. Two white jade hands were placed on the hot face. Unexpectedly, even though she was so charming and charming, she would sometimes be shy, and then her eyes tactfully turned and fell on Xiao Huan, who was still sleeping.
The back mountain of the Spirit Clan, the Cave of the Evil God.
"Dong...dong" The knocking sound of the scepter colliding with the ground kept making strange low sounds in the dark and deep corridor, like an eighteenth-level evil spirit roaring with blood in the depths, which was terrifying.
A stinking smell of blood came from the depths of the corridor. The closer it got, the more oppressive it became. Some people with lower cultivation levels were even killed by explosions. The strange thing was that the blood did not evaporate or disappear. The top of the corridor was covered with countless Bats, as long as they smell the slightest smell of blood, will go crazy and swarm to suck blood. Each bat will evolve other types after absorbing a certain amount of blood, and then let them cannibalize each other to evolve more advanced races and cultivate more infinitely attackable monsters.
When we first reached the end of the corridor, a huge altar stood impressively. It was not so much an altar as it was a magic circle built on a huge head. In the center of the magic circle, there was a human-sized black heart that was beating constantly and emitting a deep mournful cry. The shouts of "thumping...thumping" were struggling as if there was life.
It is wrapped with a golden rune barrier, and there seems to be a huge energy flowing, protecting it from other things. Under the heart, countless blood streams the size of blood vessels gather and slowly flow into the heart as if spiritually. The source of the blood was flowing out from a giant black and gold bronze cauldron that was eight feet wide and three feet high not far away.
The west side of the tripod is decorated with different ghost faces of fierce gods and evil spirits, and is also engraved with strange patterns. Three extremely thick bronze snakes circled among them, their teeth grinning to reveal their ferocious snake heads, acting as foot tripods. And at the intersection of the three lines of the foot tripod, there is a ball of white flames burning, making the copper tripod extremely hot, cooking a pot of blood pool, the blood water is churning, many bubbles are coming out, and a lot of evaporated white mist is also surrounding it, emitting a There was a fishy stench.
Once the blood essence is refined, it will spurt out from the ferocious ghost face, and the dripping grooves will follow the lines of the magic circle and converge to the heart. Day after day, once the spirit tribesmen with some talent would catch this place and throw them into the giant bronze cauldron, the old, weak, women and children would not be spared.
