Need for a Guard

Dugu Juejue finally succumbed to Shi Yue's vicious and seductive provocation. .

There is no rebellion and stubbornness on her noble and glamorous face, and her fiery soul has overcome the holy and arrogant hypocrisy, guiding her to indulge in sensuality.

She clenched her bloodshot pink lips, looked at the vigorous body below her, her shy and tender eyes were rippling with shyness and resentment, and a blurred but burning heat suddenly bloomed in her eyes. Dancing gracefully on the delicate body that is concealed.

Her subconscious is constantly urging her, the first thing she should do in this situation is to take off her seductive pink corset and the narrow panties that can't cover her big buttocks.

Under Shi Yue's hot gaze full of expectation, Dugu Juejue's frail and boneless catkins slowly slid along the plump breasts to the white and greasy waist. The fingers finally hooked the ribbon of the obscene pants, and it slowly faded down...

In the dark and quiet hut, there was a blood-thumping and seductive cry, and occasionally there was a man's hysterical low growl.

Throwing to the floor, apart from the translucent pink corset, there were also the tight panties filled with the holy fragrance of snow lotus.

The dim light shyly poured in from the narrow window, and in the only antique bronze mirror in the corner, there were scenes of seductive and confusing lingering scenes. It was a white and plump delicate body sinking into another. With a strong body and a coquettish beauty.

When Shi Yue was in ecstasy for a moment, his confidante and cute little sister fell into anxiety and confusion—of course, the most tired one was little Luoli.

Little Lolita started from the third floor, searching from cabin to cabin, not daring to miss any place.

The weather was scorching hot, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on her forehead, her delicate face was flushed, exuding pure beauty. .

At this time, she had searched half of the fourth floor. Although there was still no sign of Shi Yue or any noise, she was still searching carefully—in her heart, Aunt Mazi was evil and frightening. Missing, she had an anxious panic.

She doesn't want any accidents to happen to her favorite big brother, otherwise, the only sunshine that spreads love in her life will be eclipsed again.

Li Xianyu leaned against the mural lightly, her charming body was a little weak, her mind was in a mess, and the figures of Dugu Miejue and Shi Yue appeared alternately, but she turned a blind eye to all the talents under the high stage who were chaotic and noisy.

In some respects, Li Xianyu is the most wronged person.

Her master doesn't let her get close to any man, but she just loves Shi Yue and can't extricate herself!

Shi Yue is also the leader of the Black Clothes Guards, of course he is the future mortal enemy of the Plum Blossom Sect, and his master and Shi Yue are his closest people, any accident to one of them will be a burden that life cannot bear.

And now, this crisis is intensifying!

The little stone and the master disappeared at the same time, and the pockmarked mask has been discarded. Does that mean that the two have torn skins and started a real contest?

Or the master is forcing Xiao Shitou to leave him, and Xiao Shitou wants to eradicate the head of the Plum Blossom Sect. Such a deep hatred, coupled with the two people's martial arts skills, fighting together is really shocking and weeping ghosts and gods. How can they be separated?

Just thinking about it, Li Xianyu felt powerless, and felt that he was just a duckweed in the water, unable to control his own destiny.

Some people are happy and some are worried!

The disappearance of Shi Yue made many of his confidante feel surprised and lonely, but Zeng Tong... was the happiest bastard.

Today's competition is poetry, 300 people are divided into ten groups, 30 people in each group, and ten outstanding talents must be selected from the 300 people.

Poetry writing is exactly Zeng Tong's strong point!

Zeng Shan is the judge, so he naturally has a strong authority. He stood up and said in a loud voice: "Gentlemen, today we will compete on wine and poetry. One winner will be selected from each group to advance to the next round of competition."

Pointing at Zeng Tong, he said with a smile to all the talented scholars: "In order to let the talented scholars burst out with inspiration and write wonderful poems, Gouzi Zengtong paid out his own money and offered a bowl of fine wine to each talented person, so that everyone can find the truth in the fine wine. Not happy?"

All the talents cheered and cheered, and the excitement was inexplicable.

Even the thousands of talents who watched the battle were allotted fine wines presented by Zeng Tong.

It wasn't until the sisters in the Wumei Pavilion filled the wine for the wits and then raised their glasses to drink that they realized how precious Zeng Tong's bowl of fine wine was.

"Oh, Mr. Zeng, you are really a great sage, you have never lived, and you even gave us a good wine to drink. It's really touching."

"Mr. Zeng, you are a good person and you will be rewarded. You will be able to win the battle and win the beauty back."

"Mr. Zeng, you have a good character and good knowledge. I am optimistic about you. You will definitely defeat Mr. Nongyue and win the Jinghua Poetry Association."

"Hey... why doesn't Mr. Yue come here? Is he too scared by Mr. Zeng to come?"

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Among the thousands of talented people outside the arena, some kept saying things that complimented Zeng Tong and belittled Shi Yue.

Hong Xing saw it in her eyes and was angry in her heart. She pulled You Lan's arm, pouted her small mouth, and said bitterly, "Sister You Lan, listen, how annoying you are!"

"This bunch of bastards who talk nonsense must be the bastards that Zeng Tong and his gang secretly bought with money. They took advantage of the absence of adults and took the opportunity to elevate Zeng Tong and belittle adults. Hmph... If they dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you." Drink it if you don't give it to them."

As he spoke, his eyes were watery, and he was so angry that he was about to cry.

"Don't! They still have to drink the wine, sister Hongxing, please don't fall for these bastard tricks."

You Lan winked and said: "Who doesn't know the relationship between Sister Hongxing and the bad guys? If my sister doesn't give those people drinks, they just use the excuse to play and catch the words that belittle the bad guys! That's not helping the bad guys, but talking about it." His hind legs."

Hong Xing came to her senses, frowned and said, "Then what should I do? Just let them gossip? I always feel angry in my heart."

You Lan twisted her buttocks, smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? I have already remembered these people, they can't run away, and when the bad guys come back, I will file a complaint and let the bad guys deal with them."

"Yes! Yes! My lord has the best way to deal with these bastards."

Hong Xing was talking, then stomped her feet fiercely, and looked around anxiously: "But...why hasn't your lord come yet? Look, sister Yu'er is so anxious that she's about to cry, and my lord is really too! You can't let me Are our confidantes at ease?"

"Sister Hongxing, what are you worried about?"

You Lan curled her lips in disdain: "The villain is notoriously greedy for beauty, can he be reluctant not to come to the poetry meeting? Can he be willing to let Li Xianyu's rose be picked by others? And Zeng Tong is his Deadly enemy, why did he allow Zeng Tong to show off his prestige?"

Hong Xing asked again: "Then why doesn't your lord show up yet? The poetry meeting is about to start."