i have a sword fairy

Chapter 463 Ziyu, can they give you these?
The sound of Sisi breathing in the room became louder and louder.

It's just that it's relative to the darkness and silence in the house.

Compared with another crisp applause, it really pales in comparison.

Zhao Rong bent down, leaned close to the small jade ear hidden in the thick hair, and arched it lightly, his nose was filled with the fragrance of the hair.

It was an indescribable smell, very nice, so the tip of his nose slightly arched his half-hanging black hair, and he held his delicate white earballs, as if he was holding a white pearl.

It seemed that it was not enough, so he bit it lightly with his lips and teeth.

On the other side, Zhao Rong kept moving his right hand, raising and lowering it, enforcing this strict family law.

As if distracted by the movement of gnawing his ears, the sound of eating pain disappeared for a moment.

Zhao Rong saw Su Qingdai shaking her head weakly, as if she wanted to get rid of his bullying, but Zhao Rong's left hand twisted her hair domineeringly and held her head down, and she struggled.

It's like a little white rabbit whose head is held down by its owner, so it can only lay down obediently and let him stroke its fur.

"Itchy, itchy, Ziyu..."

The corner of the young Confucian scholar's mouth was slightly curved, and at the same time he raised his big hand, and slapped him hard. Su Xianzi gasped and fell silent.

"If it hurts, just yell out loud, and maybe... it hurts, it hurts... you will gradually like this feeling?"

He kindly reminds.

Su Qingdai whimpered twice with a weak nasal voice, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu", buried her head deeply in her arms, and suddenly there was no movement.

I don't know what to think.

Is he obediently savoring the pain he created?

Zhao Rong smiled, and gently stroked her bunny-like head with his left hand, but raised his right hand again, with a crisp and forceful slap.

His teeth didn't stop, after some exploration, Zhao Rong accurately found the pierced ear in this delicate ear, where she usually wears jewelry.

After drilling, he found that it was too big to get in, so Zhao Rong used sharp canine fangs to explore the earholes. After a few tries, the two cusps of canine teeth passed through the earrings that should have been worn. The earholes collided together, piercing this delicate earball in a sense, and completely controlling it.

Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, leaned back slightly, and pulled his ears out slightly.

Then I saw that the jade-like earball was suddenly congested and red, and it might be that he bit a little bit of earlobe flesh.

In an instant, the white pearl turned into a red pearl.

at the same time.

"Ah! Ah..." The Bingshan Fairy in the eyes of the men from Dali finally couldn't help it, and exclaimed in shock at this outrageous play.

Only then was Zhao Rong satisfied, his mouth kept moving, and he ordered slightly inarticulately while sucking:
"Don't bear it, otherwise." He threatened, bit and pulled again.

However, although his behavior was a bit rude and bullying, he managed to a certain degree, making the buried beauty hurt but not hurt, it was more of a kind of sensory stimulation.

Su Qingdai seemed to have sensed what he meant, so she no longer suppressed it.

Being punished, she raised her head vigorously, tried to clear her throat, and cried out in pain with a crisp slap.

And, accompanied by the sound of the slap, she opened her mouth slightly, and yelled feebly: "Wu Ziyu Ziyu, huh! Ziyu Ziyu... huh!"

Later, Su Qingdai seemed to know what the real man liked, and wanted to please him, the more she shouted, the sweeter her voice was, sweet but not greasy, very pleasant to the ear.

Zhao Rong nodded in satisfaction, let go of the soft jade ear, and gave it a rewarding scent.

Seeing that Su Qingdai was obedient, she continued to slap her right hand to enforce the family law, but her left hand let go of the pressed scorpion head.

He started to move gently and touched the top of her head, and helped her straighten her long black hair, and gently rolled it up, revealing Su Qingdai's gracefully curved melon-seeded face, stroking her side of her face with his big hand , Occasionally rub, pinch the chin.

And Su Qingdai also obeyed his movements docilely, raised her head and yelled sweetly with seven-point tolerance and three-point joy, obediently buried her cheek in his palm, and occasionally nibbled on the calloused meat mischievously. finger.This scene is like a little girl being spanked by her father, still thinking about eating delicious candies...

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

Taste this more interesting and different kind of pleasure.

Afterwards, the two chatted.

"Uuuu Ziyu, it turns out that you like this, uuuuu, do you like me the way I am now?" Eating candy, she was a little slurred.

"What is joy, what is joy."

"Ziyu, am I the only one who knows..."

"What is knowledge and what is Tao?" Zhao Rong said casually.

Su Qingdai seemed to have discovered something, and was very happy, like a little girl with a unique toy.

She giggled while sucking lightly, "Ziyu, can they give you these?"

Zhao Rong didn't speak, and the slap on his hand became heavier.

Su Qingdai hissed, she just felt that her butt was going to explode, it was so hot.

But then he laughed more happily, reached out to hug his left hand, and tried to hug him into his arms.

At this moment, the corner of the young Confucian scholar's mouth twitched: "You can give it, but it's not necessary."

In the darkness, the stunning woman with disheveled blue hair smiled charmingly.

The tone was obviously reproachful and aggrieved, but there was a faint smile hidden.

"But as long as you like to be happy, Dai'er will listen to you, stop hitting me."

But afterward, Su Qingdai was speechless because her right to speak was taken away.

Zhao Rong didn't look at her, and let out a soft sigh:
"Where is this? Just try it with you, I'm too lazy to use some of them."

He shook his head, pinched her chin with his left hand, raised the beautiful face of a gentle and beautiful woman, and made Su Qingdai and her eye to eye, four eyes facing each other.

Zhao Rong calmly said: "I still have to practice and I am one step away from the Fuyao Realm, so I can't fall on you."

"You mean..." Su Qingdai was stunned for a moment, grabbed the left hand of the real man with both hands, felt the energy in his body, and suddenly understood.

She raised her head and said happily, "Ziyu, you seem to be missing the last line."

Zhao Rong nodded, and gently withdrew his hand.

Su Qingdai bit her lip, suppressed the smile on her face, stopped fooling around to seduce him into committing a crime, and blamed her: "Really, then you are still playing around with... playing with me, bullying me..."

Her tone was a little annoyed.

Zhao Rong didn't speak, but lowered his head and looked at Su Qingdai carefully.

I saw that her face was full of concern and tenderness, which did not seem to be fake.

The young Confucian scholar dispelled some doubts in his heart, and smiled casually, "Just because of your little knowledge?"

The stunning woman with black hair and black dress wrinkled her nose, a little unconvinced, and glanced at him:
"You, you have so many women, but Dai'er is the only one. Before I met you, I didn't know that there were so many embarrassing things, and I didn't know that there is also your enemy. I want Dai'er to post it to coax you." That said, the men I met in the past all had eyes that couldn't be glued to Dai'er, and their enthusiasm made people disgusted..."

Hearing this, Zhao Rong shook his head, then slapped his hand casually, and slapped it on the upturned jade buttocks.

Su Qingdai groaned, her words were interrupted, she blushed and lowered her head, under his calm but aggressive gaze, she no longer dared to speak out.

This proud girl of heaven who had always been extremely proud in the Ziwei Pavilion in Dali quietly smelled the mellow masculine breath of the one and only true man.

Zhao Rong likes this kind of well-behaved and sensible woman.

He looked down at her, his gaze softened uncontrollably, he stretched out his hand to rub the place where he had been bullied all night, pinched it, the forehead seemed to be swollen, and it felt a circle bigger to the touch.

Su Qingdai looked at her beautiful eyes lightly, and made some humming and chirping sounds of enjoyment from her nose.

At this time, while Zhao Rong was lovingly holding his palm, he turned his head and looked at the dark yard outside the window, it seemed that it was getting late.

"stand up."

he said softly.

Su Qingdai got up obediently, took the opportunity to roll over softly, and sat on his lap with her buttocks, and casually pressed Zhao Rong's right hand that she hadn't had time to retract.

But she didn't mind at all. Instead, seeing that Zhao Rong didn't refuse her to sit in his arms, she smiled with that stunning beauty.

In the next second, Su Qingdai took the initiative to lean forward, put her arms around Zhao Rong's bear waist, her delicate body lay on his thick chest as if weak and boneless, she closed her eyes, as if she was feeling carefully the pain of Zhao Rong's heart. The constant warmth from the heart.

Quietly and tenderly.

It all seems to be a matter of course.

On the bed, the atmosphere between the two gradually became quiet for a while.

After a whole night of turmoil, although the process was a bit strange, a certain Bingshan fairy's jade buttocks were red and swollen, but the two of them became much closer, and their relationship improved by leaps and bounds compared to before tonight.

At this time, Su Qingdai seemed to be trying to adjust to a comfortable sitting position, her thighs twisted, her head arched in Zhao Rong's arms, and she found a comfortable lying position.

Zhao Rong was silent for a while, and raised both hands silently, and put them on her unique slender waist.

"Yes, you have just entered the Tianzhi realm, has the realm stabilized?"

Su Qingdai raised her head in her arms and said: "I have already stabilized in the early stage of Tianzhi, but...but I still can't beat Miss Zhao." She smiled slightly.

Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing. After all, Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er's talents are still stronger than Su Qingdai's. They were killed from thousands of troops. The Taiqing Mansion, which is one in a thousand, is also a top-notch existence, and it is also a famous sword cultivator. Identity, the ability to kill across borders is no surprise.

He thought for a while, then asked softly: "Do you still need imported poems, Luohua, I have them here in Nanshan..."

Su Qingdai pressed Zhao Rong's lips with her raised index finger, interrupting his words, she shook her head lightly:

"I'm not in a hurry right now, Ziyu, if you have any spare poems, give them to Xiaoxian Zhao first. It's important for her to break the mirror, and you are also at a critical juncture in your cultivation, give it to yourself first, I... It doesn't matter to me, you put me last."

The stunning woman in the black dress and black hair spoke virtuously, and then leaned into the arms of the young Confucian scholar, hugging him.

Her words were gentle and modest, not competing for favor, and very sensible.

Moreover, he also put his man's position at the top.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but look at Su Qingdai in his arms.

Good guy, why do you feel that the back house of the old Zhao's family is going to be restless, and it seems that Xiaoqian'er can't play with you...

He couldn't help complaining in his heart, but he still nodded on his face, and reached out to touch her docile head.

Zhao Rong feels that from a man's point of view, it's not all a bad thing for the women in the family to fight occasionally, but it has to be controlled...

He no longer insisted on entering the poetry, but nodded:

"Okay, Su Gu... Well, Qing Dai, it's very good that you are so sensible."

When Zhao Rong mentioned the word 'sensible', his tone was deliberately heavy and meaningful.

However, at this time, Su Qingdai's focus was on another place.

"Ziyu, you finally don't see Miss Su as long as Miss Su, and you know how to call someone Qingdai." She said happily. "However, wouldn't it be better to be called Daier..."

Zhao Rong coughed twice, but did not answer.

Su Qingdai didn't force her anymore, and then she lay comfortably in his arms again, and while happily listening to the powerful heartbeat of the real man, she whispered.

For example, giving advice to Zhao Rong's practice, teaching her all her practice experience, not even hiding when and when she would slay the red dragon, telling him with a blushing pretty face that everything was fine.

Zhao Rong was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't live up to her enthusiasm, and his heart was still quite warm.

Later, Su Qingdai also told him about some of her big or small blessings and chances during her practice, and she also took out many treasures and magic medicines from the Sumeru Objects, and wanted to provide them to Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong shook his head and refused.

He hugged her and listened quietly.

Not long after, the two heard familiar footsteps not far from the yard.

It's Xiaoqian'er and Li Bai.

Su Qingdai hurriedly got up in a sensible way, patted her pretty face that was still flushed, and wanted to go out.

However, in the next second, Zhao Rong stretched out his hand and pulled her back to sit on the bed.

"What are you running for?" Zhao Rong smiled and tilted his head, "We're not thieves."

The stunning woman in the black dress and long hair was taken aback, and looked at him with wide beautiful eyes.

Zhao Rong got up with a smile, straightened his sleeves, went to light the candles in the house, and opened the door with a normal expression.

"Why are you back so late?"

Zhao Rong approached Zhao Qian'er and Zhao Qian'er who walked into the yard, and laughed.

Just as Zhao Qian'er was about to open her mouth happily, she was startled suddenly, she tiptoed to look into the room behind Zhao Rong, her peach blossom eyes widened.

"Then... that girl is back?"

Zhao Rong nodded calmly.

Zhao Qian'er: "..."

In the next second, the little girl sprinted into the main room.

Afterwards, there was a burst of chicken and dog jumping...

Li Bai and Zhao Rong stared blankly for a while.

The former gave the latter a thumbs up.

Zhao Rong shrugged helplessly, and immediately returned to the main room, going to fight...

After making a fuss for a while, he finally settled down.

Su Qingdai returned to the west chamber.

Xiaoqian'er chased away the bad maid who trespassed on the territory and seduced the master. At this time, she was arrogantly akimbo, staring at Su Qingdai's back for a while, then turned her head and squinted at Brother Rong'er.

The witty Zhao Rong was already sitting at the desk, flipping through the book—well, no matter what happened, Qing Jun and Qian'er would not bother him as long as he was still buried in his book.

In the middle of the night, after finishing reading, Zhao Rong returned to the desk after putting Xiaoqian'er to sleep.

He took an old pamphlet from his sleeve.

It was the wealthy Zhou surnamed martial artist whom he met in the suburbs of Hanjing, who 'bribed' Zhao Rong's gift.

Zhao Rong opened this unscrupulous martial artist's diary.

Holding the candlelight together, I lowered my head and read carefully.

At a certain moment, the eyes of the young Confucian scholar brightened.

The long-awaited Fuyao Realm is here in these two days!At that time, I can justly wake up a certain Tsundere Sword Spirit from his lazy sleep...

In other words, for Lao Tzu’s Fuyao Realm technique, you should stop stuffing it with candy from the big road, otherwise hum...

He nodded.

Silent all night.

In the early morning of the second day, before dawn, Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu and others got up early and left the mansion.

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　These chapters were written and I forgot to push the main line, and the next chapter will push the main line. . .

　　
　
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