Chapter 494 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (50)

Until it was surrounded by gusts of fragrant wind, various cosmetic veils, and even women's fingers began to draw formations on her body, Wen Xien saw Yue Yang's face smiling across the face, and realized that this was not anything interesting.

At least she couldn't stand it.

However, the monk is still young and cannot match these soft arms and the charming oriole singing as ethereal and sweet as smoke and water.

Wen Xien hid, and they tangled over and touched her. Wen Xien closed her mouth and refused to drink. They sprinkled the mellow wine on her head and face, and then stretched out their tongues to lick it. The rich aroma of mouth fat mixed with the rich aroma of alcohol to intoxicate her skin and flesh.

Wen Xien felt that the brightly red lips were coming like monsters that wanted to eat people. They were all light and exposed deep ravines. In their movements, they hooked her robe with their hands covered with Kodan and pulled her belt.

If Wen Xien had not tried his best to resist, he would have been dressed in messy clothes and extremely indecent at this moment.

They still have eyes, but they also know that Wen Xien is a monk, but then again, the serious monk would come to this place of fireworks.

It’s also a big mistake for this Chunlou to be different from the Chunlou. It’s not like the Chunlou from the outside.

The air became sticky, Wen Xi felt unable to breathe, and he barely pulled out his arms from the pile of beauties and called for help to Yue Yang. His wide sleeves slid down, revealing two forearms that had been covered with red marks at some point. Yue Yang stood on his cheek and looked at her and smiled, just laughing.

Wen Xien was anxious and angry. It was obvious that Yue Yang said that he had found an important clue and asked her to come here. Now Yue Yang sat there neatly, as if he was just a passerby watching the fun. He ignored Wen Xien's current embarrassment and his usual vigor was now clean.

However, no one bothered him and advised him to drink. They seemed to be afraid of something, and they made a piece of land for Yue Yang like tacitly, asking him to watch the monk joke.

Perhaps it was the effect of the strong wine, even if Wen Xien didn't drink her cheeks, the heat was simmering from her body. Yue Yang suddenly stood up and walked up in the fragrant wind, reached out and touched her face, looked down, stopped, and then pursed an unknown smile, revealing a shallow dimples on one side.

Wen Xien didn't understand why. Although she had always known that Yue Yang had a bad temper, she didn't expect that she still had the time to play with her. Did she ask her to come here today just to see her embarrassed look that she couldn't resist and laugh at her?

Wen Xien called him in a deep voice: "Young Master Yue!"

In fact, if only Wen Xi’s trick is used, these people will be shaken away, but they are all ordinary people without magic power. She is afraid that she will be injured by accident and it is really difficult to take action if she is not able to control it.

But Yue Yang just picked up his arms and looked at her, as if there was some mental formula on her face.

Wen Xien closed her eyes patiently and wiped her face dripping with wine. While silence, she advised the girls to stay away from her, while pushing them away with all their strength. However, her fists were hard to beat four hands. She could only fall at a disadvantage with her body. Seeing her hands slid across her legs, Wen Xien's voice trembled: "Don't!"

Just as Wen Xien was struggling, a few loud laughs suddenly came from the half-closed door of a wing room next to him, and a man staggered and was pushed out.

He was wearing a black robe loosely on his body, revealing most of his chest, holding a silver wine pot in his hand, and stumbled at us, stumbled at us.

There were scattered steps and screams in his ears. A crisp sound of the wine pot fell to the ground. Only Wen Xien remained in the spot while his tall body fell down like a landslide and just pressed against her.

The disc silk array that had originally surrounded Wen Xien was dispersed, and she was freer, but she was in another embarrassing situation - she was still pressing against him.

He seemed to be a drunken drunk who was confused, lay on Wen Xien's chest and lowered his head and muttered something. So Wen Xien carefully pushed his head against her chest: "This... donor?"

He was so drunk that his cheeks were red and his black hair was scattered and his handsome appearance could not be hidden. After hearing Wen Xien's soft call, his long and dense eyelashes trembled and swelled up and down, revealing a pair of black eyes hidden inside, as if there was a radiance of light flowing.

His lips were very thin, and when he opened slightly, he could still see the tip of his tongue inside. The tongue was extremely soft and smelled of mellow wine.

Wen Xien didn't want to know this clearly, but after opening his eyes, the man seemed to mistake her for a woman, smiled, then lowered his head and put his lips on him without hesitation, and stretched out his tongue to smuggle her lips and teeth.

This time, Wen Xien couldn't hold it anymore and directly used the Taoist talisman to push the guy away.

The surroundings were so quiet that everyone seemed to be shocked.

The man seemed to have woken up a little, and looked at Wen Xien in a daze, as if he was almost unable to stand firmly.

Wen Xien is really about to vomit blood. She is a serious monk and is actually given by a man in public...!

Suddenly, he grabbed Wen Xien's wrist with one hand and pulled her up vigorously.

It was Yue Yang. He looked at the other party with a calm face. His hands were extremely strong. Wen Xien's wrist bone was almost broken by him. He struggled for a few times and couldn't break free. He had to go.

The man stood up and his steps were not steady. He wiped his wet lips and stared at Wen Xien. I wonder if he remembered the temperature of his tangling lips and tongue just now. The man's face seemed to be on fire, and he immediately avoided her gaze and looked down at his toes.

But Wen Xien quickly noticed the weirdness, she raised her head suddenly and looked at the man sharply.

In the thick incense and the fragrant smell of rouge, the two of them met from afar.

He slowly closed his shirt for a while, tied his belt and stretched out his waist. After dressing neatly, he became more noble. His handsome and romantic face was apologetic, and his eyes were still red with alcohol. He said to Wen Xien with a hoarse voice: "I'm a little drunk just now, I'm really sorry."

Wen Xien didn't say anything, just stared at the man tightly, but didn't notice that there was a little evil spirit on the man.

But Wen Xien just felt a faint and indescribable weirdness.

His gaze was around Yue Yang and looked at Wen Xien. Seeing that he was polite and sincere, his dissatisfaction with offense subsided a little, but there was still a strong resistance.

However, Yue Yang pulled the monk back, raised his chin and looked at him with a rude voice, "No need, if you don't drink well, don't drink alcohol, so as to save others from abruptness."

The man's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became cold.

After saying that, he stopped looking at the man's reaction. Yue Yang pulled Wen Xien and left here.

It's funny that Yue Ying wants to laugh at her, but now she returns home as if she is debt to others. It's really a child's character.

I don’t know where Yue Yang got his anger. He looked bitter and revengeful. Wen Xien’s head was still a little swollen. He pulled his wrist back hard. Yue Yang turned around and glared at her, with flames jumping in his eyes.

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