There is rain in the mountains and someone holds an umbrella.

In the valley covered by the darkness, it seemed that when I looked back, there was a dim light.

The sound of pleasant piano sounds lingered, and the sound of the flute was melodious and melodious, occasionally accompanied by a woman's silver bell-like laughter. The laughter made people look forward to it.

"The road of life is like a long road, the wind and frost on the road are dry, and there are so many directions to find the love of the dream in the world, and the road follows the vastness of people..."

Accompanied by the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras, Mu Feiqing suddenly started singing softly.

Wu Chen looked up slightly, listened for a while, and asked, "Is this tune unique to the Tang Kingdom? The little monk has never heard of it!"

Mu Feiqing smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

This attic is really big, covering an area of ​​several acres, four or five floors high. The closer you get, the more you can hear the faint sound inside. The little monk Wuchen's cheeks are slightly hot.

“Master…”

"Shh"

Mu Feiqing raised his fingers and placed them on his lips, and said softly: "If you want to find the truth in the world, how can you reject human nature?"

Mu Feiqing put the umbrella away, put it outside the door, and walked in with great strides.

The so-called luminous cup of grapes and wine, and the richness of the richness describes this scene. The women with beautiful skin are as snow as snow, and they are thin and thin. Each of them wears almost nothing, either their white legs are as snow as snow, or their concave and exquisiteness... The youth of eighteen or nineteen years old is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

The wine is filled with fragrance, and there are many kind guests, who either walk or sleep, and are addicted to the temptation of their daughter. The so-called heroes are so beautiful that even heroes can be addicted to the land of gentleness.

The sound of pleasant piano, the laughter of a woman, whether shy, charm, or desolation, made the men of the world, no matter how heroic he was, show their depravity.

At this moment, several charming women were in a state of sensation, with light bodies, graceful as a geek, and their fingers were as gentle as jade, and their tenderness seemed to surround Mu Feiqing and Wuchen, the most provocative postures were as if they were colorful and colorful spring.

Wherever you see, the most attractive places for a woman were, Wuchen's cheeks were red, and he hurriedly closed his eyes, folded his hands together, and recited: "Amitabha, color is emptiness, color is emptiness..."

Mu Feiqing sneered, patted Wuchen gently, and said, "You monk, don't be afraid of going to hell, but you are not suitable to act like this in front of a few women!"

Wuchen still didn't dare to open his eyes, but a woman's hand was already put into his monk's robe. It was an experience he had never had before. He was stiff all over and said, "Master, why do you have to do this?"

Mu Feiqing curled his lips, pulled two women, pushed them into Wuchen's arms, and said, "The Buddha said that all the charms and charms in the world are red pink skeletons. Monk, your first disaster in this life has come!"

Wu Chen was silent and let several women pull him to sit at the desk. No matter how provocative he was, he closed his eyes and remained silent. Only the heat in his body made him feel confused and hard.

Mu Feiqing was surrounded by a group of women, gently pushed it out and walked inside, lifting up a wisp of gauze curtains blown by the breeze, which was pink like a dream.

The breeze came slowly, and a woman in white walked down the building slowly, with a beautiful and elegant figure, quiet and leisurely body, tender and graceful appearance, charming her face. When she was tender and graceful, she was beautiful and indifferent.

The naked feet, as flawless as white jade, jumped gently and fell straight into Mu Feiqing's arms. His eyebrows and eyes were like dreams. One hand was placed on Mu Feiqing's shoulders, and the other hand was extremely gentle. It slowly brushed across Mu Feiqing's cheeks, leaned gently on his chest, and strands of hair were blown up by the wind.

The gauze short skirt was lifted up by the wind, and her jade legs were rubbing.

"Young Master..."

The sound is gentle like drizzle.

Mu Feiqing gently stroked the woman's cheek, slowly placed the woman on the carpet, but gently hugged the woman's waist and watched quietly.

"Young Master..."

"Shh"

Mu Feiqing whispered: "Don't talk, this is a gift and a disaster. I don't want to destroy a romance!"

After saying that, Mu Feiqing slowly backed his hand, suddenly grabbed a dry bone hand, and turned slightly. A charming woman was panicking, but the hand stretched out from the woman's sleeve was a white bone, accompanied by wriggling maggots.

Although Mu Feiqing pinched the bone hand, he did not touch it. A touch of spiritual energy was isolated from his palm. With a gentle pull, the woman suddenly turned into a white bone. The bone frame was pulled away and smashed to the ground, and it immediately turned into a pile of white bones.

At the same time, waves of howling sounded in the attic, which was very harsh. The women who were still singing and dancing just now all turned into real red pink skeletons, becoming extremely terrifying. The more beautiful they were before, the more disgusting they were now.

Mu Feiqing smiled slightly, looked at the little monk Wuchen surrounded by a group of skeletons, and chuckled: "Wuchen, don't you do it yet? I won't help you!"

Wu Chen sat on the ground, folded his hands together, and hurriedly said, "Master, the little monk really has no cultivation. I don't know what to do?"

"You still pretend, then you can continue to pretend!"

Wu Chen said anxiously: "Master, monks do not lie..."

"ah!"

A ghost cry, a female corpse screamed and suddenly rushed towards Wuchen.

Wu Chen was so scared that he jumped back, and hit the pillar with a "bang", and a big bag appeared in his head. He subconsciously turned around, waved his palm and slapped it on a female corpse.

"Bang"

The female corpse flew backwards, and a golden flame ignited on her body, which instantly turned into ashes.

Wuchen hurriedly ran out, muttering as he ran: "Amitabha, monks do not lie..."

"Bang"

He hit another female corpse and was directly destroyed.

"I really can't say anything if monks don't lie..."

…………

Mu Feiqing didn't pay much attention to Wuchen's situation. If a Buddha was trapped by several corpse monsters, it would be a joke.

As for how Wuchen's little monk was playing tricks, it had nothing to do with Mu Feiqing. His focus now is on the extremely beautiful woman in his arms, which is so beautiful that it is suffocating. This is the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his past and present life. He can't say how beautiful he is.

"Oh, it's just a pity," Mu Feiqing shook his head gently, stroked the woman in white, and said softly: "I'm not Ning Caichen after all, and you are not Nie Xiaoqian, but you have fulfilled my long-cherished wish!"

The woman was not panicked, but smiled and said, "Since the first time I saw the young master, I thought that one day I would be able to see the young master's eyes. Now, I have fulfilled my wish..."

Mu Feiqing smiled slightly and said, "If you weren't a half demon, if we met in another way, maybe there would be a story, Honglian... No, I want to call you Xiaoqian..."

The gentlest part of the world in my arms was that with Mu Feiqing's voice, only the last smile was left and slowly disappeared.

"Leave?" Mu Feiqing chuckled, turned around quickly, and a divine sword appeared in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Wuchen, here is a heavenly demon, the Heavenly demon zombie king will give me, and the other corpse demons will be handed over to you!"

"Amitabha," Wu Chen said, "Master, the little monk really doesn't know how to fight..."

Mu Feiqing: “…”

When you are lying, can you release the corpse monsters in your hands first?
Chapter completed!