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Chapter 67 The Beauty Immortal Venerable She Is Pious (7)

Taoist?

What Taoist?
Tang Zhu, who has been around for nearly a thousand years and has only played for a while, has never found a serious partner and thought about finding a Taoist partner, and his expression is blank for a moment.

The little broken bird was also full of question marks.

It was kicked by Tang Zhu to find out what went wrong.

Then came back quickly.

……

The reason is very wicked.

It turned over the wrong information.

In the original book, there was no mention of forming a contract with Song Qinggu.

Finish the ball.

The little broken bird locked himself in a small black room in despair.

It wants to lay down the burden, it wants to lay down the burden.

……

In the background of this plane, [Contract] is divided into two categories.

The master-student agreement is a ceremony of fusion of blood drops.

The original owner had no good intentions when he picked him up.

So he just verbally said that he was her disciple, but in fact he didn't even perform a ceremony.

The second type is the Dao Companion Agreement.

Make a contract by touching eyebrows.

These are the popular sciences that Song Qinggu patiently gave her.

Tang Zhu: "..."

Can the fuck still blame her?

That's how she formed a bond at that time!

She was so angry that she wanted to catch and roast that little broken bird that failed to accomplish anything.

It turned out that the other party had already hid in a small black room.

He also locked the door himself.

She kicked twice but did not kick away.

……never mind.

She didn't believe that this little broken bird could hide in it for a lifetime.

**
The next day, early in the morning.

Today is the day to go down the mountain to catch monsters.

Song Qinggu got up early in the morning.

He made her favorite peach blossom cake, and then quietly lowered his eyes, the black pupils were as clear as crystals, and as cold as a deep pool untouched by people.

He looked at her.

Last night, he shared the bed with her.

Under the pillow, he actually hid a cold sharp knife.

He is waiting.

He waited for the other party to be unable to hold back, turned over and pressed him under him, and kissed his collarbone with his lips.

At this time, he can take advantage of her undefended and finish her off.

In fact, he regretted it a little.

He shouldn't have run last time, shouldn't have resisted.

He should have fucked her then.

But last night all night was safe and sound.

Tang Zhu just kicked him off the bed expressionlessly.

This is not quite right.

This is not like the unworthy immortal he knew.

Song Qinggu frowned and blinked slowly.

...was it taken away?

Or is she planning to use some new way to play with him?

"..."

When Tang Zhu opened his eyes, what he saw was that the other party was thinking about how to kill her.

She admitted that she almost couldn't hold back a slap that sent Song Qing Gu flying.

But she didn't take it to heart.

If it was so easy to be stabbed by a little bastard.

The original owner was in vain.

She yawned and sat up gracefully on the bed.

In the next second, the porcelain-white boy's fingertips lightly touched her eyebrows.

Then came his voice——

"The peach cake made for you is on the table."

Tang Zhu frowned: "? You don't even call Master now?"

The boy who was as cold as green bamboo looked sideways.

Looking at her with a cold and puzzled look, his lips, which were as red as a begonia, moved.

"Is this your hobby?"

After a pause, the slender figure with clear cheeks and thin cheeks slowly approached.

"Although we have become Taoist couples, it is not impossible to cooperate with you."

He lowered his body slightly, and the snow-colored girdle outlined the opponent's thin and attractive waistline.

Like moonlight reflecting snow, jade carvings, his whole body is beautiful and sharp, and every place seems to be stepping on Tang Zhu's aesthetic point.

His lips were close to the tips of Tang Zhu's ears.

Then he exhaled slightly.

Wet, warm, itchy.

at the same time.

The low magnetic and cold voice that belonged exclusively to him sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"Master."

　Do you think I still care?I have practiced sword in Kunlun Mountain for six years, and my heart has long been as cold as the snow in Kunlun Mountain.I have killed fish at RT-Mart for ten years, and my heart is already as cold as my knife.But when I clicked on the backstage, I found that no one was chatting with me, checking in, posting and voting for five-star reading. Tears flowed down my face like a waterfall in Huangguoshu, wet my flip-flops, and my toes became sore. woo woo
　　
　
(End of this chapter)