i have a sword fairy

Chapter 570 One Embrace, Three Beauties
Imperial Mausoleum.

Outside the main hall, inside the tomb passage.

Three women are 'patiently' waiting.

"Why isn't Uncle Bai coming back?"

I don't know how many times Xiaoqian'er has said this sentence.

Both Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong were speechless.

No one could answer the girl's question.

At this time, the positions of the three women in the tomb passage are quite interesting.

Concubine Zhao Ling stood on one side of the tomb passage together with Xiao Qian'er, while Zhu Yourong stood alone on the other side of the tomb passage.

There is a clear distinction between the two parties, but there is some sort of gap between them.

However, because Zhao Rong has not been found for a long time, the urgent matter has not been resolved, and the atmosphere is dignified and tense. They are all rude, and there is nothing wrong with not communicating with each other. It can be explained.

But in the end, only they should know.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhu Yourong either closed or lowered their eyes, communicating with their respective helping hands from the outside world.

Not long after, Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes. She was holding the Communication Jade Gourd in her hand, with a puzzled expression on her pretty face.

The news from Mr. Bai is not ideal.

He lost contact with the snow-white sword energy that remained in the scabbard beside Zhao Rong.

The place that the teleportation circle in the hall can teleport to may not be as simple as Li Bai said.

But what made Concubine Zhao Ling a little more relaxed was that Mr. Bai was on his way to the imperial mausoleum, and he seemed to have brought a powerful helper, who seemed to be a senior from Tianya Jiange.

Concubine Zhao Ling had already decided that when Li Bai came back, she would directly order him to take her, Mr. Bai, and Senior Tianya Jiange through the teleportation.

She couldn't wait any longer, so if she destroyed the special custom of that 'local ancient force', then destroy it.

Concubine Zhao Ling will bear all the consequences alone.

Not far away, a woman in a Confucian shirt seemed to have made a similar decision.

Out of the corner of Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes, Mr. Zhu, who had a good relationship with her husband, turned around directly, entered the hall, and 'checked' the magic circle, without discussing anything with them.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't say anything, and waited for Zhu Yourong to leave the tomb passage.

She always maintained the same calm look in front of Qian'er and outsiders, a little loose, and some haggard and tired pale complexion appeared on her pretty face.

Little Qian'er couldn't rest for a moment in the tomb passage, holding her husband's severed arm, walking back and forth, staring at the entrance of the tomb passage intently.

"It's outrageous!"

The girl's peach blossom eyes were red and swollen, and she should have a lovely appearance, but she had a stern face and gritted her teeth.

The girl with autumn eyes turned her head silently and looked at a bloody handprint left by someone on the wall of the tomb next to her.

She raised her hand, shrank it again, and finally covered it with her jade hand. The moment she touched the wall brick, her five fingers trembled. It seemed that because of the cold touch from the wall brick of the tomb passage, the woman with autumn eyes turned paler. Somewhat, against the bloody handprint that Zhao Rong had pressed on the wall, her body was a little precarious.

At this moment, Xiao Qian'er, who was walking back and forth in the tomb passage, stopped suddenly.

Nailed in place.

Like a sharp and cold sword.

She was silent for a few breaths, and then walked out of the tomb without saying a word.

The girl waited no longer.

Holding the severed arm that was about to drip out of blood, she walked directly to the outside of the imperial mausoleum, and at the same time grabbed a communication jade gourd from her bosom to contact a certain 'shameful' man.

Concubine Zhao Ling closed her eyes and supported the wall without stopping her.

Xiaoqian'er, who was walking to the entrance of the tomb, waited for the communication jade gourd to be connected by a person in the distance, and directly shouted angrily at it:

"You, where did you die? Get out of here!"

On the other side of the communication jade gourd, the person who received the girl's angry order seemed to be trying to digest her words.

The atmosphere over there was quiet.

then.

"receive."

There is a man's voice that is magnetic and gentle.

It came out from the small jade gourd.

Yet it strikes like a thunderbolt.

The tender body of the girl with a broken arm froze on the spot.

It's like a dynamic picture freezes and pauses instantly.

All the anger, all the rudeness, all the indifference of Xiaoqian'er was like a hard fist smashed into a ball of cotton candy.

Soft and soft, no more strength.

The girl's bloodless lips trembled, ah, ah, "...I..."

There was only one word in his throat that he was willing to squeeze out.

The girl who was originally angry and indifferent suddenly squatted down, held the jade gourd in her hand, and whispered: "Brother Rong, you... where are you..."

Her tone was crying, with seven points of joy and three points of pleading.

It seemed that he was deeply afraid that if his voice was a little louder, the man on the other side of the communication jade gourd would be scared away.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling in the tomb passage and Zhu Yourong in the main hall instantly noticed that Zhao Qian'er was abnormal.

Although they couldn't hear the private sound transmission in the communication jade gourd, they immediately noticed the sudden change of reaction and weak tone of Xiaoqian'er.

The second daughter instantly came to the little girl who was clutching the jade gourd, and held her breath for a moment.

At this moment, they all forgot the estrangement and cold rejection they had before.

The man on the other side of the communication jade gourd smiled, and came over via voice transmission, "You idiot, second lady, look ahead."

With red eyes, Xiao Qian'er immediately raised her head.

In the next second, in the darkness at the end of the tomb passage, a streamer flew towards at a high speed, arrived at the position of the three women in an instant, and hovered in front of Xiaoqian'er suddenly.

This is a small white jade sword with strange moon patterns.

At the moment it is trembling with joy, circling happily around the hostess.

"Autumn... swing..."

Xiaoqian'er was stunned, the familiar and mysterious connection with the swing was faintly reestablishing in her heart.

Like a number of long-dried ponds, re-introducing running water.

At this time, as if they had noticed something again, the three girls suddenly turned their heads together, their beautiful eyes widened, and they looked at the deep tomb passage where the swing emerged.

At this moment, in the darkness there, a young Confucian scholar in white clothes and a jade crown came smiling.

He held the exquisite jade gourd with one hand, and the brand new scabbard around his waist with the other.

Behind him, followed by a green man holding a sword.

But at this moment, the attention of the three women is obviously not given to the latter, the old outsider is used to it.

"Husband!"

"Ziyu!"

"Brother Wu Ronger!"

The three girls exclaimed in surprise almost at the same time, and they all rushed towards Zhao Rong who was ten steps away.

However, when the three women couldn't control themselves and ran a few steps away, a rather embarrassing thing happened.

Zhao Rong, who was smiling and opened his arms to greet him, well, he only has one arms.

And at this moment, there were three women who rushed over almost at the same time.

A certain old 'outsider' saw it most clearly at this time.

Li Bai stood behind Zhao Rong. Looking from this angle, he soon noticed the 'little' changes in the positions of the three women after they ran a few steps away.

The first is Zhu Yourong, she was originally the closest to Zhao Rong, because she was standing in front of Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Qian'er before.

At this time, Zhao Rong appeared, Zhu Yourong turned around, and he was less than ten steps away from her.

However, this demure, snow-eyed, big-breasted female gentleman first opened her eyes wide, took a deep breath of joy, and the waves were turbulent. Then, she couldn't help but rushed towards Zhao Rong, shaking the ground, and then , I saw that the female gentleman who had hidden the murder weapon ran three steps away, and suddenly there was a big slowdown in his footsteps, but then he ran towards Zhao Rong in front of him.

Only this time, the momentum lasted only two steps, and her steps gradually stopped again.

Afterwards, he didn't accelerate anymore, well, these two consecutive sudden stops were of course another wave of anger, but it's a pity that Zhu Yourong didn't continue to run forward to bring someone a huge pressure surging in his chest.

It was also because of this that Zhao Lingfei's second daughter, who was obviously behind and a few steps slower, passed her directly, without looking at her, and ran directly to Zhao Rong's embrace.

Besides, there was also Xiao Qian'er, after passing Zhu Yourong together with Miss, her little face that was originally crying with joy was slightly stunned.

The girl first turned her head to look at the lady in front of her who was as happy as her, and then looked at Brother Rong who was dressed in clean white clothes. His smile was as clean as his embrace.

Xiaoqian'er quietly stopped her speed, slowed down her pace, and changed from running to walking.

So Concubine Zhao Ling immediately shook off her position.

Xiao Qian'er pursed her lips, looked down at the blood stains on her body - Xiao Qian'er was holding on to the broken arm and hadn't let go yet - she gently sucked her nose, still with a smile on her lips.

And at this moment, Xiao Qian'er seemed to realize something, for example, Mr. Zhu who was "easily" jumped over by her and the lady just now, seemed to be too...

The girl with the broken arm turned sideways, looked slightly sideways, and glanced at the snow-eyed female gentleman who was slowly walking behind.

It seems to be saying...you are acquainted.

Zhu Yourong's eyes fell on Zhao Rong who was behind the girl's quilt, and she couldn't take her eyes off, as if she didn't notice Xiaoqian'er's rude and slightly provocative eyes.

She had calmed down and just looked at him.

Zhao Rong already regretted that he opened his arms subconsciously, when he just found out that Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhu Yourong and Xiao Qian'er were all rushing over together.

So, in the moment of desperation before, he had already started to think about whether he could hold the delicate bodies of the three women, especially one of them was oversized.

But fortunately, the three girls quickly separated out the levels and priorities tacitly, which seemed to save him a lot of trouble.

However, after Zhao Rong saw the small movements of the three girls, his heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought it was bad.

How do you feel...the atmosphere between Qing Jun Qian'er and You Rong is not right?Wasn't he polite and respectful when eating at Xia Chong Zhai before?

Before Zhao Rong could think about it, Concubine Zhao Ling had already thrown herself into his arms like a sucking swallow throwing herself into the forest.

"Husband...husband, husband!"

Concubine Zhao Ling buried her pretty face deeply in the man's arms, not letting him see her vulnerable and helpless expression at this time, but the whispers between her lips and teeth became more and more emotional.

The woman hugged her husband tightly, as if she wanted to rub herself into Zhao Rong's body and not separate from him for a moment.

Zhao Rong was stunned, feeling the tenderness in his chest, and closed his arms tightly, tightly hugging his wife, the sword fairy who was being 'married' by the Ming media.

He lowered his head, buried it between her beautiful black hair, smelled deeply the fragrance of the lady's hair, and kissed her hair lightly.

"My lady... my lady, my lady!"

With black hair on his lips, Zhao Rong called her with a smile.

He is Ziyu, and she is Qingjun.

The bamboo horse marries Qingmei, and loves the king.

I have made an evil oath, and my love will never change in this life.

Around, Zhu Yourong, Xiao Qian'er, and the transparent man Li Bai silently watched this match made in heaven.

The height of the two is also very good.

The difference is just right.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and was able to bite her ear.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and could eat his lips.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was hugging his wife tenderly, felt a slight pain in his heart. It turned out that he was gently bitten by Concubine Zhao Ling's emotion.

The woman seemed to still feel that her husband appeared in front of her intact, which was a bit unreal and illusory.

Zhao Rong: "..."

Damn it, stupid lady, if you feel like you are dreaming, then let me bite you, why are you biting me?
Zhao Rong, who had a tacit understanding and understanding, smiled, buried his head in her sweet and smooth neck, biting a certain delicate ear pearl and said: "My lady, my husband was bitten by a kitten just now, and his teeth are really sharp."

Concubine Zhao Ling was curling up in his arms, tenderly nudging the bitten part of his chest with her nose.

At this time, she was ashamed, raised her head like a kitten, blushed and lowered her mouth slightly, wanting to bite his 'bully and annoying' lips.

However, he bumped into Zhao Rong's teasing eyes blinking from above, and immediately closed his thin red mouth.

There are outsiders around, it's not that the two of them are in the room in private.

Concubine Zhao Ling has always been calm and cold in front of outsiders. Although in front of her husband, she always turns all the cold ice cubes into spring water for him to taste, she is still thin-skinned after all.

It is impossible to really tiptoe to bite this enemy who loves to embarrass her.

Concubine Zhao Ling's cheeks were messed up, her pretty face was upturned, her autumn eyes were turned up, and she stared at Zhao Rong with shame written between her black eyebrows.

Seeing Zhao Rong pursing his lips, with a few strands of her black hair between his lips, he didn't dislike him, and even blinked at her, making small movements.

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't bite or hit him, she lowered her head again in mourning and powerlessness, and buried her face in Zhao Rong's arms.

This time, it was like a piggy arching his chest, secretly nibbling him like a kitten from time to time, but outsiders couldn't see it.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to let the lady vent her anger shyly, hugging her even tighter with both hands.

In fact, he also knew that the more Qing Jun relied on him to cling to him and loved him, and the more mischievous and unreasonable he acted, then when his life and death were unknown before, how panicked and sad she was... She used to be in front of people. They are all restrained and dignified, and they will not release their emotions in such a gaffe.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong pursed his lower lip again, and whispered in her ear: "Okay... My husband is back, next time I will let you hold a rope and tie it to both of us, and we will never leave again..."

"Hmph." The tall and soft woman who was making trouble in her arms became obedient and stopped messing with him.

Zhao Rong smiled reassuringly, gently stroking her curvaceous slender shoulders and soft back, hugged Qing Jun, and swayed and swayed together.

The two enjoyed a moment of silence.

"Cough well..." Zhao Rong patted Qing Jun's flexible waist with his big hands.

She sensiblely let go of her arms, and changed her embrace into a hug, temporarily 'letting' her husband out.

Zhao Rong put his arms around her waist, turned around and looked at the others...

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　I'm sorry brothers, I couldn't sleep until five o'clock in the morning, so I got up quickly... Well, brothers, why don't you post candy in these chapters cough cough
　　
　
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