Snapped!

Hei Sha slapped Hei Feng Tian Zong's salty pig's hand off, and gave Hei Feng Tian Zong a look: "How did you promise me!"

"En? Promise what." Heifeng Tianzong began to play dumb.

"It was clearly agreed before, only once a month." There was a blush on Heisha's pretty face.

Hei Fengtian blinked his eyes: "Isn't it a special situation now, there must be no chance in the Blood Mist Valley, now we have to practice."

Hei Feng Tianzong suddenly pushed the black gauze, threw the black gauze down on the thick felt blanket, ignored the "struggle" of the black gauze, and put his hands up and down through the clothes.

In the beginning, Hei Sha could barely endure Hei Feng Tian Zong's "aggression" on her.

But as Hei Fengtian's hands became stronger and stronger, the clothes on the two of them became less and less.

Heisha's mouth gradually became uncontrollable, and she began to breathe softly.

Hei Fengtian lowered his head to hold Heisha's lips, Heisha let out a muffled snort, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing in the tent...

...

outside the tent.

Long Xiaopang was still sitting by the previous bonfire, looking up at the sky, noticing the changes in the weather.

With a movement of his mind, feeling what Hei Feng Tianzong did with Hei Sha, Long Xiaopang shook his head slightly: "This little black, really, I don't know how to be gentle with girls..."

On the other side, the fat man was sitting on a tree branch, looking up at the starry sky, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a string of jade beads in the other.

These jade beads are of average color and are of no use to cultivation. They are just the kind of bracelets sold by vendors on ordinary streets, bought for decoration.

The fat man rubbed the jade beads in his hands, and took a sip of wine from time to time.

This bead was bought by Qing'er as a gift to Fatty when he and Qing'er went to the street.

Leaning his head on the tree trunk, a glint of crystal flashed in the corner of the fat man's eyes.

"Fatty, come down and sit down." Long Xiaopang finally stopped being in a daze.

The fat man shook his head, put away the wine bottle and jade beads in his hands, rubbed his fat face, and jumped down from the tree.

"Master Long." Fatty called out, and sat down by the campfire with his face down.

"Fatty, do you have something on your mind?" Long Xiaopang said.

"No." Fatty replied.

Long Xiaopang looked at Fatty: "You have a story."

"En?" The fat man raised his head.

"A person who is jovial on the outside has a story of his own in his heart, and..." Long Xiaopang smiled confidently: "Your skills are not from the Binglan Kingdom, if I feel right, it should be from a family in the Central Plains Family practice."

Fatty's expression became astonished: "Master Long, you know?!"

"Don't look at me that way. I'm just bored and looking for someone to talk to. If you don't tell me yourself, I will keep this secret for you." The smile on Long Xiaopang's face gradually narrowed: "As long as...you don't do it, it's not good for you." It's about the little girl!"

"No, the boss is very good, I will obey her." Fatty didn't mind the change of Long Xiaopang's attitude.

"With your family background and cultivation skills, how did you end up in this situation?" Long Xiaopang was a little curious.

Hearing this, the fat man smiled helplessly: "Master Long also fell into the Tianshan Mountains, I..."

"Ah!" Hei Sha's uncontrollable exclamation interrupted Fatty's words.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a vague conversation from Hei Sha and the others' tent.

"You are going to die, use so much force!"

"Hush, keep your voice down, you'll disturb Master and the others in a while." Hei Fengtian's humble voice reached Long Xiaopang's ears.

"You still... um~~"

Heisha's mouth was blocked by something, and the two people in the tent continued to embrace each other deeply.