Murong Wanqiu slowly opened his closed eyes. The first thing that came into his eyes was Ouyang Yayu's bad perverted appearance. He couldn't help but give him a coquettish look, but unexpectedly it attracted Ouyang Yayu's animal to look at Dachi, pressing Murong Wanqiu's waist and hips up with both hands.

"Ah~~~," Murong Wanqiu's stiff waist trembled gently, her plump snow thighs couldn't help squirming, and she was sometimes relaxed and relaxed. When her tight eyes opened again, she was already misty and misty. A strange charm emanated from her bones. She moaned and hugged Ouyang Yayu's neck tightly, sighing lightly: "Bad...husband, you...be gentle."

Ouyang Yayu smiled with a slight smug smile, and then started to move regularly...

Spiritual desire alternates, water and fire blend...

The two of them are ecstatic, blissful, and intoxicated in heaven...

Ouyang Yayu held his wife, whose face was still full of lazy spring, and said leisurely: "This time, the double xiu is really amazing. Not only did he cultivate the golden elixir overnight, but his mind was almost breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. It's really good."

Because Murong Wanqiu's cultivation is relatively low compared to Ouyang Yayu, and this time both sides are both boys and girls, Murong Wanqiu's harvest is extraordinary. Not only did he form a golden elixir overnight, but his mental cultivation has reached the peak of the late stage of the golden elixir. Although Ouyang Yayu also gained, it is a bit insignificant compared to Murong Wanqiu.

After all, if the cultivation difference between the two sides is too big, the weaker side will benefit the most. If both sides continue to keep going, the gap between the two sides will become smaller and smaller, and eventually the cultivation of both sides will reach the same state.

Murong Wanqiu said excitedly: "Bad husband, can I fly now?"

Ouyang Yayu couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect that the first thing his precious wife would care about was whether she would fly.

"Uh..., if you want to fly out of thin air, you can get the Nascent Soul stage." Looking at the face of his precious wife standing up, Ouyang Yayu sat up and said, "However, there is a way to fly in the Golden Pill stage."

Murong Wanqiu's eyes suddenly lit up, he jumped up and hugged Ouyang Yayu and shook his arm violently, and said coquettishly: "Bad husband, do you have a way to let me fly? Bad husband, tell me quickly, isn't it?"

Ouyang Yayu looked at his top-quality wife with laughter and tears. The softness from his arms made Ouyang Yayu distracted and said helplessly: "Good wife, stop shaking. I will tell you now. There is a way to help you refine the flying sword. Unfortunately, I don't have the materials to refine the flying sword now, otherwise I can refine it for you now."

Murong Wanqiu said in surprise: "Flying Sword? What is this flying sword? Is it different from the swords in my house?"

Ouyang Yayu couldn't help but feel a little bit of common sense in cultivation. It seems that he would tell her more common sense in cultivation these days so as not to make jokes.

"The swords in your family are of course different from the flying swords I mentioned. The so-called swords in your family are just refined by some excellent mortals. The flying swords I mentioned are refined by cultivators, and cultivators call them magic weapons." Ouyang Yayu explained.

"Oh, it turns out that the flying sword is the magic weapon refined by cultivators." Murong Wanqiu suddenly realized and asked with interest: "What materials are needed to refine it into a magic weapon?"

Ouyang Yayu nodded and said, "Magic weapons are also divided into levels. The level of magic weapons refined by ordinary materials will not be high. Relatively speaking, the better the magic weapons refined by the materials, the better. Of course, this also requires matching weapon refining methods."

Murong Wanqiu asked: "Magic weapons are also divided into levels? What are the levels?"

"The magic weapon of the cultivator is divided into three levels: magic weapon, treasure weapon, and spiritual weapon. Among them, magic weapon and treasure weapon are divided into three levels: low-grade, medium-grade, and top-grade, while spiritual weapons are divided into four levels: low-grade, medium-grade, top-grade, and top-grade. If the top-grade spiritual weapon is higher than the first level, it is not the magic weapon of the cultivator, but the immortal magic weapon of the immortal family." Ouyang Yayu talked happily.

"Wow----, it's an immortal weapon." Murong Wanqiu's eyes emitted a strange light and said yearning for him.

Ouyang Yayu looked at his wife's expression and couldn't help but say, "Good wife, your saliva is flowing out."

"Ah---" Murong Wanqiu hurriedly reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth. She realized that she had nothing to do and realized that she was fooled by her bad guy husband. She angrily hit Ouyang Yayu two pink fists, then blinked her bright eyes and said charmingly: "Bad husband, I want an immortal weapon, I know you have a way."

Ouyang Yayu gasped. His baby wife was strong enough and she was a fairy weapon when she spoke. You must know that even an immortal doesn’t necessarily have an immortal weapon.

"Uh..., I'll find materials to help you refine the flying sword in the next few days. As for the immortal weapon, uh..., I'll give it to you when we arrive at the cultivation world." Ouyang Yayu said in a cold sweat on his forehead.

I thought to myself, fortunately I am not an ordinary person. Although I am rare, I am not just talking about it after practicing for a hundred lifetimes. I have saved nearly ten immortal weapons in a hundred lifetimes and sealed them in my own cultivation cave. I will take them out after returning to the cultivation world.

"Bad husband, you are so nice." Murong Wanqiu said in surprise.

Ouyang Yayu's mouth raised slightly, a smile that was not easy to detect in his eyes, and he said warmly: "Then why do you thank me?"

Murong Wanqiu listened to Ouyang Yayu's warm mei question, and her pink cheeks suddenly turned red. She remembered the ecstasy movement between the two of them just now. Her heart pounded like a deer. She closed her eyes with shyness and 70% expectation. Her neck rose lightly, her gentle lips pouted slightly, and her slender eyelashes kept trembling, looking shy and cute as if she could pick them.

Seeing this situation, Ouyang Yayu couldn't bear it. He bent down with a rapid breathing and kissed the gentle lips. A pair of big hands wandered around her, especially the pair of sophisticated breasts and plump and elastic buttocks, which were always the most caring place for him...

He was named the most outstanding school beauties in Huajiang University in history, and the goddess-level figure in the eyes of male livestock was once again recommended by Ouyang Yayu.

For a moment, the room was filled with spring, and the sound of moaning and panting was higher and higher than the waves---

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Inside the Presidential Suite in the same private club in H.

Dongfang Lengfeng, Ximen Qingming, Wang Yiming, Li Xiazhong, Feng Taihao, and Song Pingyang gathered here again.

Song Pingyang couldn't help but say, "What's going on? It's been four days, and the goddess Murong Wanqiu didn't go to school for four consecutive days. This is simply incredible."

Li Xiazhong nodded and said, "Yes, goddess Murong Wanqiu has never missed a class. Something must have happened if I haven't seen anyone for four consecutive days."

Feng Taihao turned to Dongfang Lengfeng and Ximen Jingming, frowned and said, "Brother Dongfang, Brother Ximen, you and the goddess Murong Wanqiu are both of the four major families, and the information is well transmitted. Do you know what's going on?"

Ximen Qingming shook his head and said, "I haven't heard any special news. I have mobilized the family power to investigate. I haven't heard any abnormal news yet. Dongfang, where are you?"

Dongfang Lengfeng shook his head and said silently: "I haven't received any abnormal news, but I think this matter must be unrelated to Ouyang Yayu."

Wang Yiming agreed and said, "Yes, Ouyang Yayu has never appeared again since that day, and things will not be so coincidental."

Song Pingyang said with a sinister face: "I haven't even seen anyone, so how can I implement the last plan? Should I just wait like this?"

Dongfang Lengfeng, Ximen Qingming, Wang Yiming, Feng Taihao, Li Xiazhong and others looked at each other but couldn't help. What else can you do if you can't even see someone?

Ximen Qingming sighed and said, "Wait a little longer, if it doesn't appear tomorrow."

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they nodded helplessly, and that was all that was the only way.

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When Ouyang Yayu and Murong Wanqiu walked into the classroom, all the boys looked like pigs, beautiful, so beautiful.

Originally, Murong Wanqiu was the most outstanding school beauty in Huajiang University's history. Now she has reached the Golden Elixir stage. After tempering the impurities in her body, her skin has become more white and tender. Because of Ouyang Yayu's development and nourishment, she exudes a lazy and charming style in her bones, which makes the boys saliva flow.

The girl's eyes were focused on Ouyang Yayu. After a special incident that day, Ouyang Yayu became a school figure. After all, on the first day of school, the goddess Murong Wanqiu had a conflict with hundreds of people, and beat hundreds of people to the point of daring to step forward. In addition, Ouyang Yayu's handsome face and elegant expression naturally became the prince charming in the minds of all girls.

Ouyang Yayu looked at the boys' expressions, obviously thinking about his baby wife. He couldn't help but "hum" angrily, and a sound with a little true energy suddenly exploded in the boys' ears, shaking the boys' faces pale and full of horror.

Ouyang Yayu pulled Murong Wanqiu, who was puzzled, walked to a window behind and sat down.

Murong Wanqiu felt disgusted when he saw the boys' saliva-ridden appearance of Zhu Ge, and then he saw that their faces were pale in an instant. Although he didn't know what happened, it must be the masterpiece of his bad husband. It turned out that he cared so much that he couldn't help but look at Ouyang Yayu with affection.

Because Ouyang Yayu's "hum" was targeted, although Murong Wanqiu's cultivation level had reached the Golden Pill stage, his use of true energy was still in the novice stage, so he would not understand what was going on.

Dongfang Lengfeng looked at Ouyang Yayu with a pale face, and his heart was as stormy as the waves. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Yayu was so frightened by just a cold "hum" that he could make himself feel so hard. Even his grandfather could not do it. Could it be that he was even more powerful than his grandfather? Dongfang Lengfeng shook his head, is this impossible? How old is he?

Dongfang Lengfeng, who was thinking, suddenly caught a glimpse of the two people who were circulating with their emotions. A hint of coldness and viciousness flashed in his eyes. He picked up his phone and sent a message.

Since he learned about the major and class chosen by the goddess Murong Wanqiu, he used his own privileges to modify the major and transferred it to the class where Murong Wanqiu was. Although the goddess Murong Wanqiu had never treated him specially, this did not hinder his obsession with her.

Dongfang Lengfeng dared and could not use force on Murong Wanqiu. This does not mean that he could tolerate other men appearing next to her. Ouyang Yayu is certainly not easy to mess with, but humans are such a strange animal. When you don’t touch his (her) bottom line of patience, he (she) is afraid of you to death. Once he (she) psychological bottom line, he (she) will dare to fight you desperately.

This is the case with Dongfang Lengfeng. He can tolerate Murong Wanqiu dislikes him, but Murong Wanqiu is his bottom line. You may not like me, but you cannot fall in love with others. Dongfang Lengfeng subconsciously regarded Murong Wanqiu as his lover in his life, so naturally he could not tolerate Murong Wanqiu falling in love with others.

But he would not hate Murong Wanqiu, and Ouyang Yayu naturally became the object of his resentment. At this time, Dongfang Lengfeng was already blinded by the pathological jealousy. How could he think about whether Ouyang Yayu could afford to offend, and would not think about the consequences of offending Ouyang Yayu.
Chapter completed!