The Conquest of the Three Kingdoms

At the home of Miss Zifeng in Guanduqiao Village.

One day, two days, three days... On the sixth day, Nie Zefeng was in a coma for six days.

On the seventh day, the sun slowly rose.

Soft sunlight shone into the hut and shone on Nie Zefeng's face.

At this moment, Nie Zefeng, whose whole body was bandaged, began to slowly and diligently open his eyes, slowly seeing everything around him, but Nie Zefeng's consciousness was still a little fuzzy.

Nie Zefeng looked at everything around him so strangely. He was looking at the people next to him, and saw a girl lying beside him, a girl about 20 years old, with fair skin, long hair like a waterfall, and a pair of jade hands. But the first thing he would think of was not the good times in front of him, but the bloody killings.

At this time, Zifeng by the bed also woke up, seeing Nie Zefeng wake up.

She ran out excitedly and shouted: "Daddy, he's awake, Daddy, he's awake."

Nie Zefeng, who had come to his senses, recalled that he had exhausted a lot of strength but couldn't get up. However, he still didn't struggle. At this time, the old man who walked into the room tried to dissuade him: "Don't move, young man, in a few days God, your wound is healed, and you can walk on the ground."

Nie Zefeng felt pain in his body. Since he couldn't support his body, he asked, "Where is this? Why am I here?"

Nie Zefeng's eyes were full of doubts. He was not sure who the other party was. He only knew that there was a fight before he fell into a coma. He was not sure where it was and whether he was captured. The old man seemed to understand something from Nie Zefeng's eyes and said hurriedly: " Young people, don't worry, our village is very hidden, very few people can find us here."

The girl Zifeng next to her added: "You were discovered by my father who went to the mountain to gather medicine, and my father took a lot of effort to transport you back."

Nie Zefeng replied on the bed: "Thank you uncle, thank you girl."

Nie Zefeng, who has a strong spirit, felt that his legs were not in control, as if there was an invisible force binding his legs.

Seeing Nie Zefeng's desire to leave, the old man comforted him, "Young man, if you stand up, you will need a week of recovery before you can walk."

After hearing what the old man said, Nie Zefeng stopped struggling and cultivated steadily. In the next seven days, Nie Zefeng received the meticulous care of Miss Zifeng.

Ten days later, before dawn, Nie Zefeng felt that his arms began to gain some strength, and when he let go, he got up on the bed after a strong struggle.

Nie Zefeng casually picked up the wooden stick beside the bed, leaned on the heavy wooden stick to support his body, and walked out of the room.

Nie Zefeng walked forward step by step. The wind from the opposite side was blowing towards his face, which hadn't enjoyed sunshine for a long time. A warm feeling began to spread from his heart to his whole body.

After a long journey, Nie Zefeng stopped by the bamboo forest.

Nie Zefeng faced the emerald green bamboo forest. Although it was winter, the leaves of the bamboo forest stood proudly. Behind the bamboo forest was a gurgling stream. The stream meandered forward and made a wonderful sound. Nie Zefeng was already intoxicated. In this picture, if you go further, a gust of wind rushes towards you.

Nie Zefeng opened his arms to enjoy the sunshine and the natural wind. At this moment, a piece of clothing fell on Nie Zefeng.

Nie Zefeng looked back and saw Miss Zifeng next to him.

Miss Zifeng asked: "Is it beautiful here?"

"Of course it is beautiful here. There is no war or contention here. There is only a kind of tranquility and comfort here."

"Are you willing to stay?"

"me……"

Nie Zefeng didn't know how to answer for a while, and Miss Zifeng naturally comforted her: "I don't know your name yet?"

"I am Nie Zefeng."

"Brother Feng, may I call you like this?"

"of course can."

Seeing the sweet smile on Miss Zifeng's face, Nie Zefeng's cold heart began to melt.

"Brother Yun, I think you will definitely fall in love with our place."

They also walked while talking. Although Nie Zefeng was able to walk at first, Nie Zefeng was still unable to stand on some bumpy mountain roads. Zifeng next to him supported Nie Zefeng. In this way, Nie Zefeng was recovering day by day under such care. .

When Nie Zefeng was dancing a set of punches in the yard, the old man stood there quietly looking at the young man.

He seemed to feel something. At this moment, Miss Zifeng felt an unexpected sweetness in Nie Zefeng's heart who was also watching the martial arts practice in the courtyard from the house.

At night, Nie Zefeng had just fallen asleep, when the door of the room was suddenly opened.

Miss Zifeng actually broke into Nie Zefeng's room, and Nie Zefeng hurriedly asked, "Miss Zifeng, are you...?"

"Brother Feng, do you want to go..."

"I……"

At this time, Miss Zifeng was able to slowly take off her coat, leaving only a light tulle gauze on her body.

At this time, Zifeng's snow-white feet and those smooth and slender legs were immediately torn out, and the white flowers came into Nie Zefeng's eyes.

The beautiful scenery instantly made Nie Zefeng feel a sense of suffocation.

The shirts were untied, and they were thrown on the ground one by one. The lotus root-like arms, the snow-covered Shufeng, and all kinds of beautiful scenery revealed the mystery little by little, and crashed into it little by little. It caught Nie Zefeng's eyes.

Nie Zefeng is a person with a strong sense of modernity, so he didn't discuss the so-called ancient morality any more.

This seductive figure only made Nie Zefeng's heart agitated, no matter how difficult it was to hold back.

He was hot all over, so he unbuttoned his shirt, opened his solid chest, lay on the couch, and waved to Miss Zifeng.

Panting and sweating profusely, the girl immediately knelt down on the ground, with charming eyes, her white teeth biting her red lips, and crawled forward like a little wild cat.

Then, this little wild cat, as wild as fire, used its plain white teeth to remove all the coverings on Nie Zefeng's body bit by bit.

In a blink of an eye, sincerity is equal.

The flames in the charcoal basin were crackling, and in the calm house, the waves were turbulent.

That vermilion lip roamed recklessly on every inch of Nie Zefeng's skin, and the tip of his tongue, which was as delicate as a snake, only made Nie Zefeng extremely numb. The feeling of joy cannot be described in words.

Nie Zefeng's veins surged and his blood pulsed fiercely, just like a mad lion, with a low growl, he pressed the weak prey under his male body.

In full swing, Nie Zefeng began his own life of enjoyment.

As the fire swayed, the house was full of wind and thunder, and dragons churning, only to cause floods, and the long-dry fields, as well as the newly plowed grain fields, were completely submerged into the ocean.

Tossing overnight, I don't know how many times the plum blossoms, the spring water will rise again, and then rise again.

It wasn't until late at night that the enviable voices of men and women finally subsided.

Nie Zefeng, who was exhausted and full of thoughts, embraced the sweat-soaked girl on his left and right, and fell asleep deeply.

Not long after, the snoring sounded.

Nie Zefeng fell asleep first, and the girl Zifeng who had suffered setbacks was still panting for a while, making it difficult to fall asleep.

It was the first time for Miss Zifeng to experience such "big wind and waves". At this time, she was so hot that her head was covered with sweat, and most of her black hair was soaked, sticking to her ruddy face, and her legs felt sore and limp. There is also some dull pain between the legs.

Seeing that Nie Zefeng had fallen asleep, she crept up from the couch, picked up the clothes that were scattered on the ground, put them on, and walked out of the room lightly.

Coming out of the warm room like summer, a gust of coolness hits his face, Zifeng felt that the hot flashes all over his body suddenly eased a lot, let out a long breath, and his whole body relaxed a lot.

Enduring the faint pain, she went back to her room, poured herself a glass of water, swallowed a few mouthfuls, her hoarse voice was much better after screaming.

She wrapped her clothes tightly, walked barefoot to the tent door, gently lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked out.

It was the dead of night outside, a bright moon hung high in the sky like splashed ink, and a few thin clouds drifted lazily past the moon.

While thoughts were flying, Sun Shangxiang's face began to flush unknowingly, and a trace of shame and a little bit of sadness flashed across her unknowingly.

"Maybe this man really doesn't belong to me, no, this man was given to me by God, he will definitely stay, stay, and accompany me for the rest of my life."

Zifeng thought about it, thinking that there was a kind of sweetness to a kind of fear, but in the end Miss Zifeng returned to Nie Zefeng's room, went to Nie Zefeng's bedside, stretched out her jade hand, and gently stroked Nie Zefeng's handsome face. face, said to the sleeping man: "Even if you want to leave, I will always wait for you here."

Zifeng took off her clothes again, and hugged the man on the bed tightly. She had already figured out that no matter what the weather was like tomorrow, she would choose to wait for him and follow him without complaint or regret.

Outside the house, the silvery moonlight shines on the ground, and there is the sad sound of the west wind blowing everywhere.

And the fragrance of the night in the room permeates the air, weaving into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside.Especially Nie Zefeng and Miss Zifeng in the room.

And the whole village began to become more and more blurred, and all the things that could be seen during the day began to become blurred at this time, and every plant and tree was not as realistic as it was during the day, they were all blurred. With fuzzy and illusory colors, each of them hides its subtleties and keeps its secrets, making people feel like a dream.

In such a quiet night, the night begins to recede slowly, and a new day begins, a day where no one knows what will happen tomorrow.