v20 Chapter 20： Seduction from the female ghost

The night "color" deepened, Wu Yang and the three of them separated from each other and returned to their own rooms.

Wu Yang naturally wouldn't really go to bed, but something interesting would happen tonight. It wouldn't be a pity if he fell asleep.

At about eleven o'clock in the night, there was a sudden voice outside the house.

Wu Yang came out with a smile.

I saw the open space covered with autumn grass outside the corridor. At the end of the open space was a low wall. On the other side of the low wall was a small courtyard. At this time, there were a "woman" in her forties standing there.

Moonlight was falling, no shadow.

Soon afterwards, another old woman with a hump-backed humpbacked dragon bell came in, wearing a red dress that faded from "color", but "plugged" a silver comb on her head, shining brightly in the moonlight.

With Wu Yang's hearing, their voices could not be concealed from his ears.

The "woman" complained: "Why Xiaoqian hasn't come!"

The wife lowered her head and coughed twice, "It's coming, it's coming."

The woman said, "She hasn't complained to her recently?"

The old lady laughed twice, like a broken bellows, just listening to the old lady saying, "From here, you have heard who she complained to."

The woman frowned, "This little Nizi is too deep-hearted, not her own."

As soon as the words fell, I looked up and saw a 17-year-old woman standing quietly in a dark corner. There was a gap between the "woman" and her heart, so there was no gap in her spiritual knowledge. This little Nizi's cultivation is high. Already. The woman glanced over her eyes, wondering if she hadn't heard what she said just now, still listening.

The woman said with a strong smile: "Oh, isn't this Xiaoqian? It seems that you can't talk about it behind the scenes. My sister-in-law and I just talked to you, and you little fairy came quietly, but fortunately didn't say anything bad.

The wife whispered in a somber voice: "The little lady is like the man in the picture. If you are a man, you may be stunned by it."

Xiao Qian said softly, "Who would say Xiao Qian's is good except for me?"

The observing Wu Yang praised in his heart. This little Qian is really a "beauty" beauty, her skin is pale, her eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and her eyes seem to contain thousands of grudges, which is slightly morbid. Weak beauty, most men can't hold it when they see it.

It seems that today is also very close to the beauty, first Yang Ye, now Xiao Qian.

Xiao Qian just walked to Ning Caichen's door, and she put out her hand and gently placed it on the door. The latch had already broken. She only needed to push gently to enter her destined fate.

But at this time, the courtyard next to it glowed with gold.

Xiao Qian looked at the light of gold, her eyes fixed, she retracted her hand, and walked slowly towards Wu Yang's room.

When Xiao Qian passed the house near Wu Yang, she felt more than the scorching light, which had a restrained effect on the ghost's body. If she hadn't cultivated successfully, she wouldn't even be able to approach.

Xiao Qian's light footsteps are getting more and more delayed, but she persists in walking, and finally puts her hand on Wu Yang's door, pushes gently, and the door squeaks strangely.

The door opened!

auzw.com The instantly increasing burning sensation gave Xiao Qian an illusion of burning, but with this golden glow, a trace of heat was poured into her cold body.

Xiao Qian suddenly felt a flash of light in her mind, and her heart trembled. Isn't this the yang she needed?

Spirits and the like depend on Yuehua. "To the moon vomiting pearls" says that the monster spit out his own Nedan to **** Yuehua in the middle of the night. Although the ghost does not have Nedan, relying on Yuehua to practice is the same.

But there is a threshold for ghosts to practice. If they cannot pass, they will be at most a ghost, but it will be difficult to become a avenue. This threshold is the need for yang.

But the light that Wu Yang glows is exactly the pure yang.

Wu Yangtang was on chuang. Although he was asleep, there was a smile in his mouth.

The extinct dragon pattern is extremely domineering, and the yang is extremely strong. It is too simple to release a little yang to create such an effect.

Xiao Qian walked outside the door for a while, she wanted to go in, but the yang was too hot to keep her approaching.

Wu Yang felt that it was time for him to talk. After all, the girls had already opened the door. He didn't say anything, and he looked down on himself.

"Who is outside?" Wu Yang asked.

Xiao Qian suddenly felt the burning sensation disappeared, arranged her mood, adjusted her clothes, made a smile, and walked into the room.

Wu Yang looked at the woman floating in and noticed that there was a shadow in the moonlight.

Wu Yang pretended to be puzzled and said, "Who are you?"

"Late at night ~ lonely, I feel lonely, don't hesitate on the moonlit night, I hope Xiuyan is good." Xiao Qian laughed sweetly, shy and cowardly.

I rub, do you want to make such a literary and artistic atmosphere burst out.

Wu Yang was deeply impressed, doing ai, history is called reproduction, biology is called mating ~ mating, law is called strong women, literature is called Yun ~ rain, philosophy is called yin and yang, and ordinary people are called hitting. As for the old man, he only knows the name x.

That ’s what Xiao Qian said, it ’s really amazing, it feels like the word “ai” has grown up.

But Wu Yang knew that most people would really do something like that with Xiaoqian, but they were afraid that Xiaoqian would be killed before she even touched her hands.

But Wu Yang is not an ordinary person. For Xiao Qian's implicit request, he feels that he can't refuse, otherwise it would not be as good as a bird.

"That's good, come on." Wu Yang beckoned.

Xiaoqian "showed" a shy smile and slowly walked towards Wu Yang. Really men are the same in the world, so don't blame me even if you die.

From the depth of Xiao Qian's eyes, Wu Yang saw the deep disdain and contempt.

But who is Wu Yang? There are so many people who despise Lao Tzu.

Yang, who was observing the movement of Wuyang's room from the outside, stomped his feet. This "color" scholar was really mistaken. I didn't expect such an unhappiness, so I was tempted.

Yang Yan felt angry, and he wanted to leave here in an instant, and let the **** "color" scholar die.

But Yang Yan didn't leave in the end, and planned to look at it again, bear, bear, that **** scholar. ..