Chapter 811 (2/2)

”Really? Then, could it be that he suddenly realized that you were better than her and that she was not your opponent, so he gave up on you? ”

Poetic rhyme said.

Qin Yi had seen his strength as early as in the past years and was locked into the iron man array. As a result, the whole iron man array was destroyed by him.

Now more than a year has passed. I'm afraid his strength is much stronger than that at the beginning. I'm afraid he can't find an opponent who can fight with him in the whole girder.

”Now it seems that this is the only explanation.”

Qin Yiqing breathed out, but in his heart, he still had doubts about it.

Just now, facing the mysterious woman, although he didn't spy on her accomplishments, he could feel that the strength of the mysterious woman no longer seemed to be under him.

There's another question, when will this girder run out of such a powerful cultivator?

In the current cultivation world of Daliang, it is almost impossible to find out the practitioners in the middle of the Seven Realms of the patriarchal road.

”Well, isn't the mysterious woman who wants to assassinate me gone now? I'll sleep for you. ”

Poetic rhyme looked up at the young man, and soon he was a little shy and low, with jade cheeks on both sides.

”Ah, this has happened. Are you still in the mood to sleep for me?”

Qin Yi was stunned.

He thought that after the mysterious woman made such a fuss, Shiyun was no longer in the mood to sleep for herself. Who would have thought that the girl was still ”angry about it”!

At the moment, the poetic look has become somewhat charming. The delicate body just bathed still exudes a faint fragrance of flowers and says, ”this is your Majesty's will. We can't disobey it. Why, are you really unwilling?”

At the end of her words, she lifted her clean almost transparent eyes and looked at Qin Yi with some resentment.

”I...”

Qin Yi's heart ”clattered” when he touched the sad eyes of poetic rhyme. For a moment, he was speechless.

The rhyme of poetry is to stretch out the delicate arm like a white snake again, protect the youth's waist and gently lie in Qin Yi's arms.

The soft touch of the slow pressure made the young man look sluggish and blinked.

How wonderful!

Shiyun gently buried some hot cheeks on the young man's strong chest and said leisurely, ”in fact, it has always been my own wish to sleep for you. Qin Yi, would you like Shiyun to sleep for you?”

In this case, can you refuse?

If you really refuse, poetic rhyme will be heartbroken.

Grass!

This is the ”arch” on the string. I have to ”arch” it!

Qin Yi sighed secretly and glanced around: ”are we going to arch in this courtyard? This is a glorious day! ”

”Oh, arch...”

The poetic rhyme was stunned and a heart suddenly pounded. The jade cheeks on both sides were almost dripping with water: ”can you not say so vulgar, arch... Bah!”

Qin Yi grinned faintly: ”I was originally an ordinary Tingwei of Kyushu Vatican. I'm a rough man. I'm not as elegant as the people of the Daliang royal family say about the arch between men and women, but no matter how elegant they say, isn't it the same in nature? It's an arch. ”

Oh, my God

Poetry rhyme in the heart Jiao shout, poetry rhyme Jiao body tremble, shame unbearable.

For a time, she felt that Qin Yi's statement was quite exciting. Although it was vulgar, it was direct. She was shy in her heart. At the same time, she also liked it vaguely.

Suddenly, a little evil sprang up in her heart, lying in Qin Yi's arms. The colored glass eyes moved around, and she whispered shyly, ”in broad daylight, we are in this courtyard... Arch, isn't it more exciting?”

With these words, her heart almost came out of her heart. Her cheeks were buried in Qin Yi's arms, and she didn't dare to look up at him.

In broad daylight, will it be more exciting to arch in this courtyard?

Qin Yi was stunned. The words of grass and poetic rhyme are absolutely enough to make all the males in the world crazy!

Although the poetic rhyme is usually elegant and just like an immortal, don't forget that she is an iron guard and has a heroic spirit in her bones.

This dead girl is so tempting that she will lose my name.

The evil fire in the young man's body was like a prairie fire. He was so crazy that he burned his reason, which made him dry and hot all over.