Chapter 187

Her second sister, whom she was thinking about, was sitting restlessly on the edge of the bed in her palace, with her white jade hands restlessly grasping the corner of her nightgown.

The same thing as Fu Chanyao was that she had just experienced the mischief of a young man Lin Qinyang, and washed away the dirt from her body in the bathtub.

At this time, there was finally a knock on the door, as well as a familiar and unfamiliar voice.

That is the voice of Zhou Qiyu, King Anyang. Sect Master, is it convenient for me to come in?

After taking a deep breath, Fu Wānjun adjusted his uneasy mood and said: Come in.

Zhou Qiyu pushed open the door and saw that the lamp inside was not lit, only two warm, dark red candles behind the curtain.

Before Zhou Qiyu came, she had already thought that she would be able to fall in love with the person she longed for tonight. However, when she came in, she thought she would maintain the style of a gentleman, for fear of leaving any bad influence on Fu Wānjun. After all, when she met her sixteen years ago, she always had a gentle and elegant demeanor.

He walked towards the screen lightly, and with each step further, Fu Wānjun's heartbeat accelerated a minute.

Under the candlelight, the closer you are, the closer you are, the more you can see Fu Wānjun's posture behind the screen.

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These twenty steps seemed to have been through sixteen years, and it was so long.

Finally, Zhou Qiyu stepped over the screen and saw the perfect face that was so beautiful that she was bewitching under the candlelight.

Wānjun, you are still so charming.

Zhou Qiyu's affectionate confession with affectionate expressions.

Fu Wānjun's restless heart also relaxed under the confession at this moment.

Before this, he had no choice but to be deflowered by Old Dao Jiang, humiliated several times, was fucked by Jiang Lan's anus, and his mouth was fucked by him, and all three holes were opened, but that was forced.

Now we have to take the initiative, and it cannot be said that we are completely willing to take the initiative. We have more or less emotional points. We do not deny that it is because we have to plant the immortal Zhenzhen in Zhou Qiyu to restore the immortal Zhen magic.

Fu Wānjun looked at Zhou Qiyu standing in front of him with a little helpless look, a little like he had been sixteen years ago, but he was a little more mature.

Zhou Qiyu also sighed that he was already forty, but Fu Wānjun's face was as good as before. The Xianzhen magic skill was really amazing, but it was said that only women could practice it, which was a pity.

Fu Wānjun gave up the corner of the bed and sat aside.

Zhou Qiyu also understood the meaning and sat in the empty space she had, only one arm away from her, and could feel her inner thrill intimately.

After all, Fu Wānjun said without slacking off his own wariness: I haven't seen you for many years.

Zhou Qiyu reached out and held her slender hand and said: Don’t blame me for not coming to you for years. But this Daling Emperor was trying to seize the previous Zhou Dynasty. As the prince of the previous dynasty, I naturally could not enter the Central Plains rashly, and could only guard the frontier and resist the barbarian border.

Fu Wānjun replied: I understand these.

Zhou Qiyu immediately said: This time, because Ni Huáng, a young girl who was encircled in Kyoto by the emperor for many years, was assigned by the emperor to encircle and suppress Qionghua Sect. As soon as I heard the movement, I stood up and looked at the saint. When I learned that the sword immortal had been sent to deal with you, I was even more anxious, so I quickly came to tell you that I would arrive the day after tomorrow.

Fu Wānjun remembered the white-clothed sword immortal. At a young age, he had far surpassed others in swordsmanship.

She suddenly remembered that the Changxi Concubine of Fuxi Valley Clan once said that the Sword Immortal recognized the Immortal Emperor and threw the fruits of the resentment of the immortals into the mortal world, then cut off the Immortal Spirit Platform and closed the Heavenly Gate.

But my three sisters do not agree with it, so they are reincarnated in the world.

The sword immortal is the opposite of himself and has also fallen into the world.

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Fu Wānjun woke up from the thoughts and said: You are so kind, I am so grateful.It turns out that little princess is your daughter.

Zhou Qiyu continued: I hope you can let her go. She also grew up in the dangerous place in Kyoto, and was surrounded by the emperor.

Fu Wānjun was moved by Zhou Qiyu's true feelings and had no idea that Zhou Qiyu's words were true or false, and even came with a purpose.

However, after learning that the acquired sword immortal Chu Qingyan would come to challenge him. His current situation is that after planting Zhenyan on Zhou Qiyu, he would have to twelve consecutive intercourse bags and be poured into his uterus by his semen twelve times before he could recover to the peak of Xianzhen's magical power.

When I thought of this, I needed to be fucked twelve times in two days and cummed twelve times, and Fu Wānjun's ears suddenly became red and hot.

Zhou Qiyu looked at Fu Wānjun's beautiful and cold face and suddenly turned a little red. Perhaps because of the warm red candlelight, his heartbeat was a little more attractive than before.

The cock under his crotch was raising up and slowly supporting the robe covering his lower body.

Fu Wānjun, who could not look at Zhou Qiyu, looked down and took all this scene into his eyes, and his shame was even superimposed.

Zhou Qiyu noticed this scene and held Fu Wānjun's slender hand tightly and said: I can't control this... Wānjun... You are so beautiful, I'm sorry, I'm too frivolous.

Fu Wānjun has seen this sign several times in Old Dao Jiang, not to mention that in the past ten years, I have seen many people who are experiencing agitated because of myself, but I didn’t care too much about it.

Fu Wānjun replied: I can understand, but now that I have planted the spring colored ghost, I still need you to help me solve it.

Zhou Qiyu didn't know that Fu Wānjun's cultivation had been lost. Now she had to act like she had to remove the poison herself and was within her plan. She just felt that it was a pie falling from the sky and hitting her head.

Zhou Qiyu said: Well, Wānjun...I'm sorry, I'm going to offend you.

After sitting on the bed, he climbed onto the bed, then lay flat on the bed, and covered the sheet on his concave and graceful body.