The Journey of Peerless Beauty

"I..." The female charm hesitated for a while, and finally chose to go with the flow.

What happened to Shuling?Why are the eyes of the girls so ambiguous? !

Just when the truth was about to be revealed, a delicate figure suddenly stood in front of the courtyard.

At this moment, Qing Niang, who had low mana, seemed like an impassable mountain, and she said in a serious tone never before: "No one is allowed to go in, don't disturb them, don't talk nonsense!"

Any one of the girls present had mana several times higher than Qingniang's, but facing Qingniang's anger, which was rarely seen in a millennium, they all backed away obediently and scattered away obediently.

In the quiet and elegant small building, Qiao San let out a horrified cry; Poppy's pupils dilated instantly, and then shrank violently. His eyeballs were about to explode, but he continued to do the same thing over and over again. Black, passed out on the spot.

The stars move, the universe changes, and in the colorful fantasy world, Qiao San wakes up slowly.

Hey, isn't this a ghost forest? Why did you come here?

"Son, don't be afraid, mother will protect you!"

The gentle words were soft and sweet, but exuded a tragic atmosphere. Qiao Sanyi concentrated, and found that the "shrunken" self was nestled in the arms of a beautiful young woman.

The clothes on the beautiful woman's chest were in tatters, her mature breasts were flickering in the gap, two bright reds were in the middle, and two exquisite nipples trembling with fear just blocked his sight.

It’s not a rogue’s rule of life not to take advantage of advantages, the confused guy has not yet figured out all this, he has already instinctively rubbed his face against the soft breasts, and stared greedily, when he looked up, He has made up his mind.

Such a graceful jade body, such a beautiful voice, if this beauty is not put on the big bed, he will not be a rogue king, even if it is a dream, he will turn it into a spring dream, hey, hey...

"Ah!" Qiao San really saw a beautiful jade face like a poem and a picture, she was indeed a stunning beauty, but at this moment, Popi's lust was cut in two, and the boiling desire suddenly fell into the cold sky.

"Mother...Mother..."

Qiao San was stunned, and the world in his eyes began to distort and deform. Dreams and reality tormented his long-suffering mind; in a trance, he saw his mother block a stab for him, and then he was stabbed a second time, and then, A red light descended from the sky; after the red light passed, a magical scripture followed closely.

"Birth..."

Only then did Qiao San understand a little bit, and when he looked back, he saw his mother's three souls and seven souls being sucked into the scriptures.

With a pain in his heart, Qiao San opened his hands and rushed towards his mother, and at the same time shouted: "Mother——"

"Ah, third young master, you've finally woken up, you're scared to death!"

In the real world, Qiao San woke up from the nightmare with tears on his face. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the echo of his own screams, as well as the beautiful eyes of Twelve, Qing Niang, and all the girls who cared.

Poppi's eyes slowly turned around on the faces of the girls, and suddenly he jumped up, rushing out of his room like the wind, into the backyard, and into the small building where his mother lived before.

Whether it was a nightmare or he had found the lost memory, Qiao San's mind was about to explode.

Chapter 7 Ambiguous Book Spirit Chapter 1 Ambiguous Book Spirit ([-])

"Bang!" The door was blown open by the strong wind, and the gauze curtain was torn apart by mana. The eager man's eyes fixed, and he was once again transformed into a clay sculpture and wood carving in the shock.

The truth emerged, and he finally saw Shu Ling's face clearly.

The classic crescent eyebrows and phoenix eyes, the small Qiongbi sandalwood mouth, the elegant and plump cheeks, the slightly pointed collar, everything is exactly the same as in his memory.

"Mother... Mother!"

Tongue knotted, lips trembling, Qiao San slowly knelt by the bed like a child, staring at his mother who had "dead" for more than a dozen years.

The answer to the riddle is actually very simple, no need to think too much, Qiao San also understands that all this is the reason for the ghost scriptures, but there are more questions in his mind, more... he dare not think deeply.

Since Shu Ling is mother, why did she help herself several times... Well, mother should have not recovered her memory at that time, so when did she recover?

Think, can't think, stop thinking!

"Plop!" Qiao San's fragile headache was about to split, and the eyes of the guy who didn't dare to face it went dark, and he passed out again.

The drowsy Qiao San sat up, leaned against the bed but dared not look at the peaceful sleeping face on the bed, the book spirit turned out to be his mother, oh my god, is there a bigger joke than this? !

Woo...how can I do this, how will I face it in the future? !

The morning sun rises, the sun hangs in the sky, the sunset falls to the ground, and the night fills the air. The shadow of Rompy is firmly nailed to the place, and the guy who wants to cry but has no tears wakes up from his memories for a long time.

"Squeak!" The door was pushed lightly, and a gentle figure wrapped in a plain cloak entered leisurely. The one who can understand Qiao San's mood best is naturally Qingniang.

"Third brother, it's midnight, you'd better go back to your room to rest, Shu Ling..., mother here, just let me take care of it!"

Although the words were a bit difficult, the gentle beauty changed her words. While putting the long gown on Qiao San, she comforted the uncle's frightened heart with her unique gentleness.

"Sister-in-law, what should I do?"

Qiao San subconsciously hugged his sister-in-law's waist, and buried her cheek deeply in her soft and flat abdomen.

"Third brother, don't!"

Compared to the past passion of the uncle and sister-in-law, such an embrace is quite normal, but Qingniang backed away like a frightened deer, and Poppi flicked his hand uncontrollably, letting go of the hug.

A heavy sigh rushed out of the throat from the heart, and the uncle and sister-in-law turned their eyes at the same time, looking at the unconscious woman on the bed - Mrs. Qiao.

Time seemed to have stopped right there, ambiguity and embarrassment surrounded the mansion of Qiao's family, and the laughter also disappeared.

For three consecutive days, the strange silence continued until Qing Niang, who was taking care of Mrs. Qiao, rushed into the hall in a panic, which stirred up a pool of stagnant water.

"Third brother, it's not good, hurry...go and see mother."

The crowd surged like a tide and rushed into the small building. The fox queen only looked at the door, and immediately changed her face and said: "Oh, it turns out that Shuling... madam has also been poisoned by the sky demon fire poison! Master, Hurry up to expel the poison and heal your wounds, or Madam will soon lose her soul."

It was a matter of mother's safety, Qiao San's hands were faster than his thoughts, and the magic power came out of his palms, and he came to his mother's bed in one step.

Maybe it was the flashback, but Shu Ling woke up at this moment and turned around. When she opened her eyes, she happened to see Qiao San touching her chest with her hands. Her pale face blushed, and she complained, "Ah... ,what are you doing?!"

"I..." Qiao San was just a stupid kid at the moment, with his lips moving and his body stiff, unable to explain anything.

"Ma'am, your seven meridians and eight meridians are full of fire poison, the master is expelling the poison and healing your injuries."

"Ma'am?!" Mrs. Qiao's haggard face was taken aback for a moment, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch her face, and then said with a helpless smile: "You still know, oh, yes, I am the mother who gave birth to the child."

"Master, do it quickly!" The Fox Queen quietly poked Qiao San's stiff back, and a joke flashed in the lowered eyelids like the speed of light.

When the abnormally bold Sanzheng was at a loss, a force suddenly came from his back, pushing him forward, and his palms were now pressing on Niangqin's Tanzhong acupoint, and the wide edges of his palms directly squeezed Delicate breasts.

"Mother, I... It's not me, I didn't do it on purpose!"

Qiao San groaned and almost jumped onto the roof. It was just such an ordinary contact, and it was still healing. The wild and unrestrained guy was sweating profusely and speaking incoherently.

Shu Ling's plump jade face also turned red, and just as she was about to say something, a mouthful of blood spurted out first, and the blush just now turned into a terrifying grayish white.

Qiao San's figure was blown back to the bedside like a gust of wind, and regardless of all the magic power, his palms quickly slapped the acupuncture points all over Shu Ling's body. With each palm, a pure power remained in Shu Ling's body.

"Master, don't do this, be careful of hurting the primordial spirit!"