Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 687 "Ah Qing—Come to the study."

Midnight.

The howling sea breeze was freezing cold.

Looking around, there is still the vast and deep ocean, and the quiet and dark floating islands full of dead trees.

The courtyard belonging to the Shadow Talisman Master was as peaceful as usual.

It was as if those nine foundation-building masters had never been there.

There was just a strong smell of blood in the air, coming from nowhere.

The study was quiet, and the bright light from the daytime array illuminated the graceful figure of the woman sitting upright.

The maid Gu Qinghuan, with her sleeves rolled up high, was busy in the yard carrying a bucket of water.

She cleaned up a guest room for the young lady's good friend, Senior Qin, and cleaned up the messy bloodstains in the yard.

She raised her phoenix eyes slightly and looked at the gatehouse where her master was bathing.

After a little consideration, he took out two drops of fragrant dew from the spiritual ring.

One is her own, which Ning'er and Shuyue helped to mix last year, adding a lot of complexity and tenderness to the fragrance of Sanbusongyue.

The other one was from Xiaoyi, and the scent was cold and distant, like a wisp of dust in the ice and snow.

at the moment.

The former is used to cover up the blood in the house, and the latter is given to the owner for bathing.

……

……

Not long.

With Qinghuan's help, Zhao Qing changed into a plain brocade dress, and his wet hair fell down, carrying the cool fragrance of a woman.

The evil spirit and blood on his body also disappeared without a trace.

Seeing that everything has returned to calm, I plan to take my slave to rest.

After Qingying returned to the study to write the sutras, she did not give any further instructions from beginning to end.

As a guest, Chu Xin is currently staying quietly in the guest room.

He was too lazy to bother with anything else, so as the young lady's thug, he just waited for orders.

It would be even worse to go to the study to ask Qingying what her plans were.

After all, what does Qingying smell like down there...it's really not convenient to face.

The gatehouse of this courtyard is very small, and the bed is also very small. Moonlight shines through the window, creating ripples of light in the bathtub.

Qing Huan's body was graceful and tight, and she was already smiling softly, half covering the warm bed. She whispered through Ming Die Ni Wan: "Do you want me to call Chu Xin to come over?"

"still……"

"Even the young lady's friend wants to sleep with her? Who is the young lady in this family?" Zhao Qing chuckled and glanced at her, then leaned against the head of the bed comfortably, putting on his clothes and hugging Qinghuan's delicate body and the quilt to his side.

He saw a surge of lust in Qing Huanxiao's eyes.

She couldn't help but press her slender waist with her palm slightly: "Staying with me in bed tonight, after all, this is not our own home."

"Um……"

Qinghuan responded softly, knowing that it was not a good time to indulge herself at the moment.

If she were to be more lewd and seduce her master, Qingying would only need to glance at her and see a vague shadow on the window sash...

She didn't mind that Qingqing could easily see how lowly and dissolute she was, but it was obviously inconvenient for her master.

It's rare to be alone with the master at night...

now.

Qinghuan smiled gently and nodded her head softly, lying tenderly in Zhao Qing's arms like a docile and lovely wife.

But her soft crimson lips licked her master's wrist, and before she knew it, she had caught the strand of hair that fell down her master's shoulders...

Feel the gentle breath beside your ears.

Zhao Qing immediately chuckled and glared at Qinghuan. It was impossible to stop her little hoof from lifting her hooves, but there was no need to stop it.

He was thinking that it was not appropriate to meet Qingying, and was so aroused by Qinghuan that he felt his hair being swallowed and entangled by the little hoof.

He couldn't help but feel a little moved. He lifted Qing Huan's slightly warm cheek and whispered in her ear with a smile: "What does it taste like, Madam? I haven't tasted it for a long time."

Listen to this naked and hot tease.

Qinghuan's heart suddenly trembled. How could she not understand what her master meant?

But myself...

She instinctively resisted. She had always been the one serving her master, so how could her master lick her?

Gu Qinghuan's eyes were blurred and she smiled slightly while holding her hair and shook her head to indicate that something was wrong.

But the next moment.

Zhao Qing's large hand had already tightly grasped her fair wrist, twisting her arm and forcing it onto the bed. He said with a slightly teasing and questioning smile, "This is a punishment for you. Take it."

I saw a flicker of heat in the man's eyes.

Qing Huan's heart trembled violently and tensed, then she obeyed meekly, smiling and avoiding his gaze. Her face was already flushed. She pulled away and arched her slender waist...

"Ah Qing—come to the study."

A woman's calm voice could be heard faintly.

This made both of them startled, and their eyes met with helplessness and confusion.

What does this mean?

Could it be that they discovered their movements?

next moment.

Gu Qinghuan's delicate body suddenly trembled and tensed up, and her cheeks, which were originally warm, turned red in an instant as if blood was dripping from them.

The master brought me that strangely gentle touch...

She pursed her lips tightly, her heart almost melting in turmoil.

"Miss called me, I went to take a look...it's a bit sweet and bitter."

Boom!

A little bit... ?

Qing Huan was in a state of confusion and confusion, unable to hear what her master was saying or laughing at all. She collapsed on the bed, her eyes closed, lingering over the tenderness...

……

·

After teasing and bullying Qinghuan.

Zhao Qing looked refreshed, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and strode out of the gatehouse.

Although Qinghuan has never been as strong as Xiaoyi, but when she occasionally serves the little slave, Qinghuan can't stand it at all and becomes extremely emotional.

In this regard.

Zhao Qingzi also enjoyed it in a different way, and the satisfaction he felt naturally was beyond words.

Obviously, teasing Qinghuan's heart is more charming and moving than teasing her body.

It was past midnight.

The courtyard was filled with the faint aroma of burning wood, and the cold moonlight was scattered in patches, like rippling dark water.

Zhao Qing did not go directly to meet Qingying.

Instead, he drank a cup of hot tea alone, and after calming down a little, he knocked on the door of the study.

Dong-dong-dong——

"Miss."

Gentle words called out.

The beautiful figure reflected on the window paper did not move at all, and she was elegant and calm as she lowered her head over her desk.

In this cold night on the desolate sea, it seems even more peaceful and tranquil, as if time has frozen at this moment. Only the hazy and dignified figure of the woman appears more profound and charming.

"bring it on."

A slightly cold and magnetic voice came out, somewhat different from the previous ones, as if carrying some deliberate aura.

But to Zhao Qing, it sounded no different from a piece of hard stone.

It is naturally impossible for him to have any thoughts about the poster between men and women.

After all, we are all destined to die, and either death is as heavy as Mount Tai... or it can lead to complete failure.

Zhao Qing looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and pushed the door open with a serious expression as he walked into the study.

The woman sitting in front of the desk raised her head and glanced calmly, her beautiful eyes passing over the man's draped hair.

Then he lowered his head quietly and flipped through the remaining scroll of scriptures in his hand.

She was dressed in a simple shirt, with her long black hair casually draped like a waterfall, her dark eyebrows and nose were picturesque and cold... Her breath was long and dense, and she was serious.

Zhao Qing just stood quietly in front of the desk and watched silently.

The atmosphere in the study seemed particularly quiet and eerie.

Even Si He's telepathy disappeared.

It’s not that Si He is unaware of the current situation, but he chooses to remain silent and watch quietly.

Even at this moment, Qingying's cultivation was as weak as an ant.

But every glance and brow during his movements revealed a strong sense of oppression, as if he was an emperor who was high above everyone else. Even if the supreme power was in front of him, his expression would not change at all.

Zhao Qing had certainly experienced this before. He could still vividly remember the honest appearance of the Marquis in Blood Robe from Zhongzhou.

I don’t know how long the silence lasted.

The beautiful woman raised her eyes to look at Zhao Qing, and asked calmly with her red lips slightly parted, "Is there anything you want to say?"

!! ?

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Qing felt confused.

What can I say?

You were flattered by someone who said I was your male concubine, and now you are asking me this?

Am I not a victim too?

Of course, being asked this question by the OP, he would also feel a sense of luck and wonder if he could have some romantic encounter with the little Qingying Fu girl! ?

However, Zhao Qing was not stupid enough to respond, nor would he believe the glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Miss, do you mean—?"

He looked back at the woman with confusion.

However, the sneer of a man who didn't know how to live or die echoed in his mind - What does the little shadow talisman master's private parts taste like, Aqing, can you tell me?

Qingying's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she stared at Zhao Qing with a hint of surprise.

Then, with a half-smile that was particularly humorous, he murmured casually: "If you don't say it, won't you regret it?"

Zhao Qing: ...

Just forget it.

Qinghuan can chat with the OP about his emotional life.

But he definitely can't talk to the OP.

Although he would also try to figure out why Qingying said that, he knew his own business. He dared to force Ye Xi, he dared to touch Chu Xin, but he had no idea about the host at all.

At this moment, he spoke directly and respectfully: "They don't know how to live or die, and they are talking nonsense. It's also my fault for following Miss Jin."

Qingying raised her eyebrows slightly, snorted and laughed: "I ask you, will you regret it later?"

boom!

The woman's light laughter was like a flash of lightning, making Zhao Qing's heart palpitate with anxiety.

After all, it's too blunt.

Is it true that as recorded in Shuiling Notes, dragons are inherently lustful?

Zhao Qing still followed his nose with his eyes, and chose to be an ostrich. He looked into the woman's eyes with clear eyes and said bluntly, "I won't regret it."

"Um--"

The beautiful girl nodded slowly, no longer smiling at Zhao Qing, and continued to calmly flip through the book in her hand.

It was the animal skin fragments she found at Langfuya the night before, which seemed to record the many attempts to practice cultivation on this land in ancient times.

The woman's beautiful eyes glanced at him briefly, her slender hands slowly turning the scroll over, and her red lips whispered calmly again: "Kui Mao year, autumn."

"I've seen you."

"Do you regret not paying more attention to me back then?"

then?

Zhao Qing was slightly stunned.

Back then, at the foot of Shouyun Mountain, this woman was still a skinny and withered little girl. Who could have imagined that one day she would grow up to be so beautiful and stunning? Who could have imagined that she would actually be the owner of the Blood Robe Tower!?

We have known each other for twenty years.

Speaking of which, when he was in Danxia, ​​he was Qingying's senior brother Zhao.

He then said frankly with a smile: "I ignored it back then, so I naturally regret it now."

Listen to these words.

The woman raised her eyes slightly, smiled and said, "After she left, did you regret it?"

she?

Zhang Jinyi...

Zhao Qing nodded calmly again: "Since Miss understands, I naturally regret it."

"Well—it's your own fault."

Qingying commented very calmly.

Then she put down the scroll in her hand and leaned back lazily on the wooden chair, with her long and beautiful legs crossed and resting on the table, showing the proud attitude of a noble lady facing her servants.