Ordered to Marry Thrice, The Mysterious Wangfei

Hua Yuman bitterly spits out a yellow sand, and then shakes his body, depressed is not a little bit.

Thirteen also felt a bit distressed. I didn't expect a romantic bath to end with such an ending. The magic wind was terrible, and the water of a big lake was blown away.

Hua Yuman also lamented, "It is hoped that the water where the wind has been blown is gone, and our water can be saved."

Thirteen has a different view, "If this is really a mysterious desert in the legend, perhaps, the magic wind is just bringing different springs to different places again."

I have to know that Hailan Xu, who has been here twice, has only seen a corpse spring. His entourage has died. He walked in this desert for two days. When he was tired, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. It is.

Maybe they will go out when they sleep?

"Little feathers, do you want to sleep now?"

Hua Yuman jumped up and down a few times, and some depressed words: "Don't sleep!"

She is now dirty and she can sleep.

"Then we continue to go?" Strive to find a spring to let the small feathers take a bath, otherwise according to the sea blue dazzling, do not fall asleep, people can not get out of this desert.

"Good." Thirteen again pulled up the hand of the small feather and continued to move forward.

This time I walked for an hour before I saw a spring. Hua Yuman used the petals to find out. Some disappointed: "When the unicorn liquid, do you want it? Kirin's saliva, the repair effect is very good."

Thirteen smiled and touched her hair, which was obviously dyed with yellow sand, and touched her anxious mood. "Wait for me."

He said that he took out another flat bag, handed the remaining small sip of water to the small feathers, and then used the pot for the unicorn.

They just went from dark night to dawn. Hua Yuman was finally tired. She used her not too clean hand to lick her own eyes. She was tired. She didn’t see any spring water in the middle of the night. She received a pot of unicorn in one night. liquid.

The desert temperature in the evening is good, people can adapt, and the sun is coming out, and the whole desert is hot again.

Hua Yuman thought, if there is no magic ring in her hand, she must be cooked.

It was the 13-strong internal force, and after a night, it was a little tired at the moment.

"Little feathers, I hug you!" This evening, the little feathers insisted on walking by themselves. At this time, the beautiful scorpion was already dark, obviously it was exhausted.

Hua Yuman shook his head. "Are you not tired?"

Although she is not fat, but it is also a certain weight, holding a person must be tired, and this is a desert, the cost of taking a step can be several times more than the flat.

"Nothing, I won't be tired when I hold small feathers." He said, Thirteen couldn't help but hold her up.

In fact, if you can always hold her like this, even if it is good to go to the old days, but the small feathers are clean, he needs to find the water source as soon as possible.

Two hours later, they found a pool of spring water. This time, the spring water was very clear, but the heat rose. When it rose in the air, it even turned into a white mist, and suddenly Hua Yuman remembered the hot spring.

When the petals fell into the spring water, Hua Yuman suddenly laughed and shook the arm of the sun vigorously. "It is a clean spring, which can remove impurities from the body. Bathing is best."

Thirteen saw her smile, and this mood was also very cheerful. "Okay, let's go wash."

Move faster, don't run into any magic wind sweeping.

The two jumped off the water of the Jingquan, and the action took a quick and quick bath. Hua Yuman even untied his long hair and cleaned a yellow sand. She dared not to use the long-life comb anymore, so just use The fingers combed a long hair.

Thirteen after cleaning up the self, I took the initiative to help the small feathers to clean the long hair. The long hair of the small feathers is very beautiful, soft and soft, and very smooth, like a satin, the hair passes through the fingertips, thirteen The heart followed sweetly and kissed her face gently.

Hua Yuman was originally closed with eyes. After feeling the kiss of the sun, her face was red and urged: "You can also wash it quickly. What if the magic wind blows again?"

At 13 o'clock, I began to loose my own long hair and began to clean.

Hua Yuman lowered his face and even sneaked into the water for a while. Soon, her good mood dissipated and she almost cried. Her body suddenly appeared a layer of oil and mud, the mud was black and dark red, smelling unspeakable, only the washed hair was like a roll in the mud pit, how dirty and dirty.

She looked at her face from the sun, and saw that he couldn't get anywhere. The dirt on her body was no less than her. Hua Yuman was anxiously washing, but the more he washed.

Thirteen is obviously calm and calm, grasping the hand of the small feathers and anxious: "Don't worry, this is just the body impurities washed out by the net spring. After cleaning out, the body constitution will be greatly improved, and your sinfulness and My internal strength will have a qualitative leap, don't be afraid, wash slowly! I will help you wash!"

"Yeah." Hua Yuman calmed down and washed slowly, but she did not have the internal force of the sun, and the body was a dive, and it was light and refreshing.

He immediately came over to help the small feathers to clean the long hair. She washed her body, because her lightness has not reached the skill of letting her body clean, her hair is washed again, Hua Yuman feels a gust of wind in the distance. Blowing up, she held up a small protective cover with her eyes fast...

The protective cover was only supported, and another magical wind blew. In addition to the small spring water protected by Hua Yuman, the surrounding water dried up again.

Hua Yuman counted it, and it was only about a quarter of an hour before and after, and it seemed to be the same on the left night.

Thirteen is also thoughtful, but now he still decided to wash the hair of the small feathers quickly.

There is not much water left. I can't take a bath. I can barely rub it. Fortunately, the 13th technique is good. Every drop of water is used on the blade, and the small feathers are barely washed.

Hua Yuman moved and his body still felt sticky and very uncomfortable. She glared at the thirteen arms and said, "Let's find another spring to wash."

Thirteen kissed her face on the fragrant face. It was extremely gentle and polite. "Well, let's find another one. We must wash the small feathers."

His gaze fell on the clothes with small feathers still wet. After the baptism of the clean spring, the skin of the small feathers was more clear and charming. The original eyebrows were more dazzling, and the height seemed to be longer. The clothes on my body were a little too short, showing a small shackle, which was a lot of bullishness on the chest, and he saw that he had some heart.

He coughed a little and his voice was hoarse: "Little feathers, I want to go back."

In this desert, more cravings have to be held back. In addition, because of the contractual holy spring, he has already endured hard for a while, and this time he is eager to come, he is more excited, and one does not hold back, he wins small feathers. The face of Shui Lingling kissed...

His kiss was as hot as the desert. Hua Yuman couldn’t help but smug his face. “The body is not clean and uncomfortable.”

Thirteen sighed and hugged her again. Also, the Jingquan only took a quarter of an hour. If it is to be cleaned, it will take another quarter of an hour.

However, they are also lucky, not many people can have them lucky!

Under the scorching sun, thirteen holding her once again in the desert adventure, this time Hua Yuman's eyes saw a person, or a person she is familiar with, she screamed fiercely, "mi-snow marks, is the snow marks... ...the sun is him!"

Thirteen glanced at him, except for Huangsha, he still couldn't see it. He recalled what happened yesterday to today. Anything other than Huangsha, he went to the place about five meters before he saw it. Only small feathers have been seen far away.

"where is he?"

Hua Yuman pointed to their side: "On the other side, it takes a quarter of an hour to visually observe."

Just after she said that she was stupid, she said: "Why can I see that far?"

Thirteen, although I was surprised, but did not want her to think more, just comforted: "It should be that the light in the desert is different from usual, and you are not affected by the obstacles of this desert."

"Oh!" Hua Yuman immediately thought about it, jumped down and pulled the thirteen-meter rice snow mark.

Mi Xuexue looked very tired. Two steps were taken, three steps were rested, and some of them were gray-faced. When they ran up, the rice snow marks thought that there was an illusion and suddenly fell to the ground.

"Leave thirteen, am I going to die?" As long as you are dying, talents will be illusory!

Thirteen look a glimpse, lift him up, cold channel: "Whit is so useless, rest assured, you will not die, there is no hallucination."

He placed one hand on the back of the rice snow mark and conveyed a little internal force to restore the spirit of the rice snow mark. Hua Yuman immediately took a water bag from his waist, which she poured before the bath in Jingquan. Not much, but it should be able to save the redness of the face and the cracked rice snow.

When I saw the water, the rice snow was suddenly excited. He immediately grabbed the water bag and sipped it and almost slammed it.

After sitting for a while, the eyes of the rice snow mark restored the focal length.

Looking at the familiar men and women, he laughed before he smiled, but his smile was quickly replaced by pain. His brow wrinkled into a ball, and his beautiful face was tangled together, which was very painful.

Hua Yuman looked down and found that his feet were swollen like a pillar. The clothes on his body were already ruined. Some of the clothes on the legs had penetrated into his festering skin. It looked very scary. .

Hua Yuman bitterly said with a small face: "Without water to clean, use urine?"

The rice snow marks immediately rounded his eyes and looked terrified. "Urine, urine?"

It’s rare to see the horror of the world’s first beautiful man. A enchanting face is a pig’s head. She’s bad: “Well, urine!”

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