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Chapter 659: The temptation of Sword Heart's transparency...can you bear it?

In Jade Crane Temple, the originally bright Buddhist hall was extinguished by candlelight. Two figures were so close to each other in the dark Buddhist hall that they could hear each other's heartbeats and breathing.

"what are you up to!"

Fan Qinghui, the contemporary master of Cihang Jingzhai, was wearing a nun's attire. When the person behind him held his slender waist, he finally couldn't help but exclaimed. But she still couldn't stop the other party's movements, and besides the two of them, no third person could hear her voice.

"Haha... you don't want to be seen naked, right? Let's find a place to have a good chat, otherwise... you know..."

When the hand holding the slender waist was pressed on the lower abdomen, the voice sounded again, and Fan Qinghui finally panicked.

The thin monk's clothes couldn't give her any sense of security at all, and the hot palm on her lower abdomen brought not only warmth, but also a trace of fear and expectation.

She, the master of Jingzhai, was expecting this kind of thing?
Fan Qinghui only felt that she was crazy, but some familiar reactions in her body made her understand her thoughts clearly.

She can't lie to herself. She was once a young girl in love with her, and she also had expectations for that kind of thing. Especially when she dreamed about it in the middle of the night, her erotic dream was Wuhen. The feeling was exactly the same as now.

"Sin, sin..."

"Shi Zhixuan" asked with a chuckle, but Fan Qinghui felt that things were not that simple.

"Shi Zhixuan" said this. Of course what he said was the truth. Cihang Jingzhai did have a plan, but his methods were better and he didn't succeed. But he couldn't pretend that it never happened, so This Brahma Master is needed to... "compensate" and "apologise".

The loose nun's clothes could not hide her exquisite and graceful figure. In the darkness, Fan Qinghui's eyes flashed with sadness, and she said softly: "Shi Zhixuan, do it. I know you will never let me go." ."

"A scholar cannot be killed and humiliated. If you want to kill me, just do it. No..."

While he was speaking, a palm fell on Fan Qinghui's monk's robe.

Fan Qinghui fell down on the futon in the darkness and felt the breath approaching again. Her elegant and fairy-like jade face did not change at all, and she whispered: "Shi Zhixuan, what do you want to do?"

Fan Qinghui was mumbling her sins in her heart, but she followed the man behind her to the corner of the dark Buddhist hall. There were a few futons randomly placed here, and both of them sat on them.

Fan Qinghui felt that her body was gradually losing control, her true energy was running rapidly, and her mind was filled with scenes of men having sex with women, and her mind could no longer remain calm.

"I really won't let you go. After all, you Cihang Jingzhai once plotted against me."

She still calls the man who held her hostage Shi Zhixuan. She actually has other suspicions in her heart, but in this situation, it may be the best choice to treat him as Shi Zhixuan.

"Haha... the owner of Cihang Jingzhai is just a promiscuous woman..."

The words from that voice made it increasingly difficult for her to feel at peace.

"The Evil Emperor's relics are right here. Why do you think I'm here?"

Fan Qinghui suddenly laughed at himself and said: "Really? Haha... Since you are so interested in Qinghui's skin, then take action quickly..."

"What are you pretending to be? If you really don't care about this skin, just untie it yourself!"

Fan Qinghui suddenly felt that his hands had regained strength, and then heard a slightly sarcastic voice from behind. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she actually took action. She took the initiative to untie the restraints around her waist, and the entire plain clothes opened wide.

What is surprising is that there is a vacuum inside her, and she is wearing nothing. Her beautiful body, which is white and smooth, without any trace of time, is displayed in front of the man behind her.

"The Lord of Jingzhai is indeed an extraordinary person, but do you think that by turning your back on guests, you can provoke me into not touching you?"

In the darkness, a palm suddenly slipped into Fan Qinghui's hollow plain clothes. His big hand climbed up and actually played with her body.

Fan Qinghui's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, but her expression was still indifferent and calm. The two of them were still "fighting" at this moment. Although she lost the initiative, she was not at a real disadvantage yet. The worst she could do was lose her skin. She had already been mentally prepared.

After Bi Xiuxin's accident twenty years ago, Fan Qinghui took her place and walked around the world. At that time, she had the consciousness to sacrifice everything.

It's a pity that Song Que's last choice... made the two of them forget each other.

The sneers in the darkness resounded again, "Master Fanzhai's skin is well maintained. Have you always wanted to use this body to seduce men?"

Fan Qinghui frowned slightly, as if she was a little hurt by some of the other party's rude actions, but her voice remained calm: "My body, hair, and skin are all given to me by my parents. I don't dare to be complacent, but I don't dare to give up on myself either."

Although this person said derogatory and sarcastic words, the increasingly rough breathing cannot be faked. No one has to admit that the Lord of Jingzhai is definitely an extremely beautiful woman. Not only does she have a status bonus, but her body is also quite beautiful. young.

The skin is extremely smooth and elastic, without any wrinkles, upright, plump, firm and firm, but it feels no different from that of a young girl in her twenties. Combined with Cihang Jingzhai’s unique fairy-like temperament, she looks like a master concubine. My sister is not old-fashioned at all.

Fan Qinghui remained calm and ignored the demonic hands that were touching her body, and said softly: "If the evil king despises me, Zhaohua, and dies, please give Qinghui a happy life."

"It's really interesting how serious you are. Do you really think I won't touch you?"

The two groping palms on Fan Qinghui's body suddenly retracted. The cool breeze outside blew into the Buddhist hall, and Fan Qinghui could feel the heat in many places on her body gradually cooling down. The man next to her was so shameless that he took almost all of her monk's robes...it was really ridiculous.

Fan Qinghui said calmly: "The external body is just a skin, so what is there to regret? Ordinary women may live and die for such things as losing their virginity, but I am a practitioner among the ascetics, so why should I put this Do you take everything too seriously?"

"You really don't care? Then don't rush to wear it, let's make a bet!"

The man in the darkness spoke again. He likes to make bets with confident women. Anyway, in the end he will definitely make a profit.

"What do you want to bet on?"

"Bet on your desire to seek truth."

"The temptation of Sword Heart's transparency requires you to make your own choice. Can you bear it?"

The devil's whispers echoed in his ears. Fan Qinghui subconsciously circulated the true energy in his body. In an instant, endless distracting thoughts echoed in his mind. At the same time, the true energy was changing rapidly, but even if it was just a little bit short, his body was also longing for something. Metamorphosis.

She felt that her mind was getting dizzy. She put her hands on the ground and turned her head. Finally, she saw the face clearly. It was not Shi Zhixuan, nor the person she had guessed, but a monk who looked quite young. Judging from his appearance, She seems to still have some impression...

(End of this chapter)