Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

It is six or seven kilometers away from the ancient city to the hotel. It was already enough to eat, and the evening exercise was too much. In the morning, all kinds of shopping were also very exhausting. After insisting on most of the distance, Ling Qingyu could not walk.

Without riding a bike, Yan San directly carried her on his back. After finishing the rest of the journey in the lazy afternoon sun, Ling Qingyu snored on his back before arriving at the hotel.

I'm done in the spa...

The elders came back with big bags and small bags, all of them were a little tired, so they said that they would not go to play with them at night, they would go to the leisure spa, and relax by playing.

Ling Qingyu spent time with Zhou Ziqing's rice bowl and fully recovered his energy from the spa. Taking advantage of the twilight, the group rode to the ancient city again.

This time, Ling Qingyu killed him and no longer rode with others, and insisted on riding by himself.

She only woke up until the spa was done. When she woke up, the therapist told her that she shouldn't be so overeating. Her belly was two laps larger than when she did it yesterday. If this goes on, her weight will skyrocket soon.

It's not the same ratio, and it will only grow belly.

Just imagine the prospect that the therapist said, Ling Qingyu's back feels a little chilly.

Although she didn't doubt the feelings of men, Yan San even made such a vow...

but! The men are excellent, beautiful and young, and she is older than them, she has neither peerless talent nor beautiful beauty. Her appearance is only medium. If she becomes a bucket again, even if the men’s feelings are steadfast, they will be bored. Right!

Huang Lian Po Huang Lian Po, that is the prelude to being abandoned!

After being softly spoken by the therapist, Ling Qingyu, who was lazily sunning because of eating well and sleeping well, rose up.

The sense of crisis is too strong!

Seeing her with a white cloth strip tied to her forehead and writing the word "Fight Fight", He Li whispered to Ye Shixi, "What happened in the afternoon?"

Ye Shiyi glanced at Yansan, and said dullly: "The therapist said that if my sister wants to eat like this again, she will become a bucket with a waist circumference of ten feet. Not only will it be bad for the body, but the body will also be ugly. My husband would not like it. He also said that some of her clients had problems in their marriages because of the deterioration of their old age."

That dead woman is talking nonsense! Sister becomes a bucket! No one likes it anymore, that's mine alone!

He Li gave a cry, watching Ling Qingyu and Hua Dong race desperately speeding up and rushing forward, the smile on the corner of his mouth was unbearable.

A bucket with a waist circumference of ten feet... well, this prospect is good!

After sunset, the willows on the moon, the daytime in the ancient city of Lijiang is elegant and classical, with a lazy and leisure atmosphere, and when the twilight descends on the beginning of the Huadeng, it is an ambiguous scenery, the bright red lantern emits a dizzy light, even the air There is a romantic atmosphere in the middle.

There are many bars here, and in the evening, there is a lot of laughter.

The bar with activities that Zhou Ziqing and the others found was not small, with a large stage in the middle. When they arrived, the bar was already full of people, shaking their bodies with the intense rhythm of rock and roll, and the clamor was mixed. Amidst the music, frothy beer glasses dangling over people's heads.

Zhou Ziqing had already booked a table first, but there were too many people, and there were only two small tables left for them, with a small bench added temporarily.

After letting Ling Qingyu and the ladies sit down, looking at the small bench that could not fit half of their ass, Zhao Yinfeng and the others chose to stand beside Ling Qingyu and watch the commotion.

Here, people will not ask you about your origin, your identity, or your whereabouts. Here, there are only beer and music, as well as the freely swinging body to vent emotions.

Here, no matter how old you are or your background, you only need to have a young heart and a willing heart.

In the field, both young and old were beating frantically. With the music swaying in various poses, several young people in the middle staged street dances, and they won waves of applause after another.

Ling Qingyu Hua moved a few people and jumped up after just sitting, squeezing into the crowd and dancing together.

Ling Qingyu happily pulled Yan Qi standing next to the field. At first, she took Yan Qi, and within two minutes, Yan Qi took her.

Yan Qi's water snake waist, don't twist it too **** or seductive!

Five minutes later, he learned to twist Ling Qingyu’s body from bottom to top from behind to front, and then hooked her back of the head with her orchid fingers, twisted her body to make her close to herself, and kissed. Cut her lips.

It caused a loud applause from the people next to him.

Ling Qingyu's head was dizzy when he was kissed, and when he watched his colorful peachy eyes secretly said something unpleasant, if he was seduce like this, he couldn't keep it.

Regardless of Yan Qi's sad gaze, Ling Qingyu hurriedly changed, and this time caught the most honest Ying Jiu.

Ying Jiu was honest, when Ling Qingyu was pressing against her body and slowly shaking her body, a handsome face blushed like an eggplant, and the hands holding her waist were stiff as iron, and moved a little bit with her steps. Seeing her winking eyes like silk, as if she was carrying water under the light, the light flowing in her eyes reminded him of the **** underwear he picked...

"Master..." Ying Jiu put her arm around her waist and covered her nose with one hand, and whispered softly: "Master, Jiu... won't be..."

Ling Qingyu was taken aback, and then felt that the hard thing underneath was growing at an extremely fast speed. The secret path was not good, so he hurriedly dragged him back to his seat, pressed him in the sofa seat, and then gave him a glass of ice water. .

"Sister teach me!" Hurrying in front of Zhao Yinfeng, Ye Shiyi directly pulled Ling Qingyu out of the sofa seat, hugged her and squeezed into the crowd.

Ying Thirteen looked at Ying Jiu and suffered for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to help?"

Ying Jiu drank the ice water in one gulp, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and said: "No need!"

"Dang-dang-dang" three times, the music stopped abruptly, causing Ye Shiyigang to stagger and almost fall over. He hugged Ling Qingyu into his arms and looked at the knock on the stage bitterly. Man with clock.

"Everyone, the bonfire has been set up, please take a ride, our bonfire party has begun!" Before the man's voice fell, there was a shout of applause, and then the crowd rushed outside.

The bar is not far from the square in the center of the ancient city, and it is only tens of meters away.

At this time, a huge bonfire has been lit in the center of the square. On one side is a band surrounded by speakers, and on the other side is the Naxi people holding various Dongba musical instruments. Between the two, four big drums have been erected.

There are some small benches scattered around the bonfire, but more people are sitting on the ground, leaving a large space in the middle, and waiting there will be a sea of ​​joy.

They came out early to the thing, occupying a place with the best view near the river, paved the mat, and when they came over, they greeted everyone to sit down.

When Su Mu came out, he packed up all the snacks he ordered on the table, while Meng Su and Zhao Yinfeng carried four boxes of beer. The food and drink were placed in the middle, and the group sat down.

The corkscrew was useless. Ying Thirteen opened the bottle cap directly and handed it to Liang Jiarong and Wu Kun. The two took it and saw that the men were drinking directly at the mouth of the bottle, so they also learned to take a sip. , Um, it feels really good.

People were still gathering in the venue. Ling Qingyu and Huadong Zhou Ziqing were talking about their own harvest today, communicating that the shop was good, while the men were watching the curious conversations of those wearing Naxi costumes.

Cheng Jia was very interested in this kind of Dongba script. When passing by a Dongba bookstore in the morning, he paid attention, and saw an old man wearing a full set of Dongba clothes. He went up to inquire and exchange. The old Dongba seemed irresistible. After the two left each other's words, they took a piece of paper back with Dongba hieroglyphs.

Zhao Yinfeng took the piece of paper and looked left and right, and asked, "What ghost symbol is this painting?"

"Don't talk nonsense, these are words of blessing." Cheng Jia took the paper from his hand, folded it carefully and put it in his arms, and said: "The texts that have been circulating here for many years are spiritual and should not be underestimated." This is Na Dong. The blessing text written by the old man specially for him brought the pious blessings of the old man from Dongba, which he specially asked for Ling Qingyu.

"The theory of witch gu in the land of southern Xinjiang still has some truth, and the third brother can't help but believe it." Seeing Zhao Yinfeng's disapproval, Ye Shiyi smiled. Besides, their existence meant that there were gods in this world.

The crowd gathered in the square, the host rang the bell, the court was quiet, the leisurely Dongba music sounded, and the old man in Dongba costume sang a distant tune. The tone was simple, but with ancient sacred meaning, wearing Naxi Women in ethnic costumes lined up, singing along with the old man’s singing while slowly dancing a simple dance around the venue.

After the blessing singing and dancing, electronic instrumental music sounded on one side, and the fierce drums made the atmosphere suddenly change from sacred to lively. The dancing girls came off the stage to pull people in and dance, and the audience on the other side did not refuse to follow along and jump together. A cheerful dance step.

After a violent sound of electric guitar, the people in the field screamed and spread out to make a large empty space inside.

A girl in a bright red dance dress wore a corolla made of flowers and danced cheerfully to the sound of the electric guitar.

The girls' movements were enthusiastic and unrestrained, and passionate in the wild, which caused the audience to stand up and applaud.

At the end of the song, the girl bent over to give a salute and said loudly: "We are from Shanghai and we are from Shanghai. We are meeting friends with a dance. I wonder if the friends on the other side would like to have a song?"

The audience burst into laughter, and then looked towards the girl's finger.

Ling Qingyu was applauding with a piece of Baba in his mouth. Seeing all the people's sights, the little myopia realized that the girl was referring to his group.

Uh! What's the situation? Ling Qingyu looked at Yan San blankly.

"It's the woman on the outdoor balcony." Yan San said lightly.

Ling Qingyu went downstairs quickly at the time, did not hear Zhao Yinfeng and the others grunting dissatisfied behind, nor did he see that the girl moved the book a gap, and looked at them all from there.

"Is this a challenge?" Zhao Yinfeng asked Cheng Jia while holding a beer bottle.

"It should be correct." Cheng Jia smiled.

"How about the gentlemen over there? Don't you dare? It's okay, everyone is playing and won't laugh at you." Seeing that they didn't move, the girl laughed loudly, causing the surrounding crowd to laugh.

"Damn!" Zhao Yinfeng stood up quickly, and said, "I was provoked by a little girl, can you stand it?"

"Do you know how to dance?" Meng Su Shi Ran stood up and asked quietly.

Zhao Yinfeng was taken aback, then looked back at He Li, and said, "Can we make that dance?"

"Cheng Jia, go and ask, can the drum be loaned to us?" He Li put the bottle aside, stood up and said.

"Naturally, what General He wanted?" Cheng Jia also stood up and asked.

"It's just one song, and I didn't say that I have to dance, Sum, do you remember that song?" He Li took off his coat and asked.

"Remember." Soum also stood up and said with a small smile.

"Then let them see what is a man's boldness." He Li rolled his sleeves and raised his brows at Ye Shiyi.

Ye Shiyi took off his coat, twisted his wrist, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's been a long time since I played with you. I wonder if your brothers are unfamiliar?"

Meng Su slapped him on the head and said, "You have a good time!"

After Cheng Jia asked the old man from Dongba, he waved to this side to indicate that there was no problem. He Li, Zhao Yinfeng, and Meng Su Yepo, took off their coats and only wore their inner t-shirts and walked towards the four drums. I walked to the band and asked them to borrow a flute. After trying a few times, they looked at the four people standing behind the drum.

"What are they doing?" Zhou Ziqing asked puzzlingly.

The four of them were already tall, and their strong muscles stretched the t-shirt into a graceful curve. The figure seemed to be full of vigor. Just standing behind the big drum made people feel excited.

Excited flames throbbed in Ling Qingyu's eyes, and he whispered softly: "Look at it, see, what is a man..."

Speaking of, how long has she not seen that scene? That was many years ago, when Ye Shixi and Ye Po were still teenagers, and Chang'an had just won, and the Ling family's army was full of morale. At that time, she had never thought that it would cost such a heavy price to truly win the world.

With a bang, the dull and heavy drums sounded, and the scene slowly calmed down. Even the girl who was disdainful and provocative saw the posture of the four people, and the expression on her face was reduced.

Ye Shixi's flute leaned to his lips, and the clear flute sounded with Ling Ran's meaning, and then the drumsticks in the hands of the four men fell.

The sound of the drums went from light to heavy, and the sound of the drums seemed to hit people's hearts. At first, the drums were as light as a breeze, and then the sound was deep and thick like a dark thunder rolling by, following the sound of the flute to the highest level. At the place, the four men roared, and the drumsticks in their hands fell like raindrops. The dense drums carried the momentum of thunder and thundered like nine days of thunder in the hearts of people, arousing the blood and fanaticism in human nature. , When the audience calmed down, they only felt blood boiled. If there were any guys in their hands, they would have to learn from the ancients when they knocked on the shields and shouted loudly.

Just as the majestic and majestic sound of war drums hit the most exciting place, the four men fiercely placed the drumsticks on the side of the drum, the last drum beat still reverberating, and the louder and louder singing sounded.

Qi said without clothes? Go with the child. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Have hatred with the son!

Qi said without clothes? Tongze with the child. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Work with son!

Qi said without clothes? Same clothes with the child. Division Wang Yuxing, repair my armor. Go with the son!

The sound of the heavenly song was passionate and generous. With that song and the low drum sound that followed, the sound of the flute mellowed, everyone seemed to see the invisible battlefield, the red armor and the bright flags were blowing in the wind. The fierce fluttering, the cold light from the weapon made the sunlight lose its color.

The last Sum's voice reached a high place, and the four men who were beating the drums also uttered a loud roar: "Kill!"

At that moment, an awe-inspiring murderous aura spread over the face, causing those who were a little closer to stagger back a few steps, looking pale and excited at the four people who were like the **** of war descending from the earth.

The whole square was silent, and only the agitated aftertaste surrounded the crowd until someone yelled okay.

Ling Qingyu yelled and clapped vigorously while jumping, then extended his thumb to the men, and threw out a kiss in excitement.

There was a deafening applause.

A few people put down their drumsticks and thanked the owner of the big drum. While smiling and thanking the excited crowd who were rushing to say compliments, they walked to the endless woman in their house.

Liang Jiarong and Wu Kun looked dull, they turned their heads in a daze and looked at the two netizens next to them with shocked and speechless faces, then looked at things...

The hand that was preparing to feed the flower to the thing froze on the flower’s lips, and the two kept one of them opening their mouths and the other delivering the things, but the things were not delivered.

"Damn, who are they!" Wu Kun murmured, then watched the others silently shook his head, and drank the beer bottle that hadn't moved for a long time.

It is too shocking, too exciting!

This is to change the ancient times, he will directly follow them with the weapon...

"Big brother, big brother!" The dancing girl squeezed through the crowd and squeezed to Zhao Yinfeng's side, grabbing his arm and shouting: "Big brother, my name is Ye Ziwei, leave a phone call."

Zhao Yinfeng pulled her hand away, smiled evilly, and said: "I have a master, do you see it? My wife is calling me."

"Just make friends! I'm from the Shanghai Song and Dance Troupe!" Ye Ziwei shouted at his hurried back.

Zhao Yin didn't get back the limelight. He took a big stride and rushed in front of He Li and rushed to Ling Qingyu. He hugged her up and said with a smile: "Do you like it?"

"I like it! I like it so much! My man is the best!" Ling Qingyu said, and kissed his lips heavily, then patted his shoulder to ask him to put himself down. When he landed, he took it. He turned his hands and looked.

The wounds on their hands were replaced with simple bandages after she said that, just wrapped two layers of gauze, and now under the force, the gauze was already covered with blood stains.

He hurriedly pulled He Li and Meng Su, and saw that the injuries on their hands had indeed bleeds. After pulling them for the rest of the night, he could feel that his shoulder injuries should have bleeds again without untying the t-shirt.

To strike such a heaven-shaking drum sound, the intensity required is not ordinary...

"Let's go back first, Huadong, you continue to play." Ling Qingyu turned back to Huadongdao, who had finally swallowed the food on his lips, and had to go back to deal with the wound.

Although she was no longer the same as before, worried that she was so nervous that she didn't want to move them, but the wound was bleeding again, and she was still very heartbroken.

"Let's go together." Hua moved up and said, having heard such drums, it would be interesting to listen to others, it is better to go back and digest the passion that is still stirring in her heart.