polar demon

Chapter 484 Returning to Thoughts ([-]) Thanks to the book friend for the reward of "Fat and Thin"!

Yu Ling didn't resist, her face was flushed, and she wanted to greet but refused.

Although it seemed a bit abrupt at this time, she had actually prepared and looked forward to this moment in her heart a long time ago.

She couldn't resist Jiang Yuan, no matter from the heart or the body.

Regarding Jiang Yuan's feelings, Yu Ling has never hidden her. She is hot and bold, and sometimes shy and hesitant.

When Jiang Yuan pressed her down, she stared into Jiang Yuan's eyes, and finally felt Jiang Yuan's feeling.

This is a joy of giving and getting rewarded, and Yu Ling couldn't help shedding tears.

Jiang Yuan continued to move, tonight, no matter what, he wanted to get Yu Ling.

In order to prevent being disturbed by others, Jiang Yuan even cast several spells around the room, which not only insulate the sound, but also prevent anyone from entering, preventing any accidents.

This time was different from Lin Muqing's time, that time was a kind of conquest, so Jiang Yuan used a rough and arrogant way of farming the land.

But this time, Jiang Yuan's movements were very gentle, delicate, and careful, as if there was a beautiful woman under him, and too much force would break her.

Strictly speaking, it is more like painting a delicate ink painting.

At the beginning, I was as happy as becoming a fairy.Jiang Yuan felt that he was holding a giant brush, and was painting on a piece of white and soft Zuo Bo paper.

The brush strokes are very flat, like a cone scratching sand, with even strength and no knots or stagnation.

The brush strokes are very round, like folded hairpin strands, plump, smooth and round, round and powerful, turning freely, combining hardness and softness, full of elasticity and strength.

Gradually rotate, like the traces of a house leak, control the height, accumulate dots into a line, neither float nor float, as if carved into the wall, calm and powerful.

When it is heavy, it is like a rock falling from a mountain. When you write, you have strength. The pressure of the pen must be strong, and it must be able to hold the paper.

Time changes like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, startling a snake into the grass!
The tip of the pen is dipped in thick ink, and the juice splashes everywhere, leaving spots and marks on the smooth paper.

The edge of the paper is shyly rolled up slightly, as if to resist, but it is forcefully pressed straight and flattened, allowing the long and hard pen to operate freely, horizontal, vertical, vertical, horizontal, hook, back, every stroke is so smooth. Vigorous and powerful, it penetrates the back of the paper.

Yu Ling's eyes were full of affection, and she was so charming that she was about to drip water.

Jiang Yuan was fascinated, and started to draw random sketches on the paper with the pen in his hand, playing with it until Yu Ling couldn't control it.

The brush breaks apart the paper vigorously, tracing points of contact in the paper again and again.And the smooth, white and greasy paper also uses its own unique flexibility to gently wrap around the brush, making it irresistible.

Jiang Yuan is a painter of profound realm. He has rich experience when he writes, has a masculinity full of hormones, and also has a unique tenderness and delicacy.

To paint an exquisite work, what is needed is that the painter and the work are emotionally connected, resonate, give feedback to each other, and go to that moment of sublimation together.

But now, Jiang Yuan and Yu Ling's love for each other is undoubtedly fully integrated in the process of painting.

Jiang Yuan had once conquered violently and raped viciously, but such a blend of mutual affection brought him a different kind of passion and excitement.

For the first time, he felt that painting when both parties are sincere can give him an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and a breakthrough to a new level!

This feeling, like an invisible force, pushes the brush to swipe wantonly, rough and delicate, allowing Jiang Yuan to reach the highest level of painting in his life.

But in the hearty painting, there is a tiny drop of red halo that is slowly expanding.

This halo was inconspicuous at first, but it gradually penetrated the entire paper.When this wonderful ink painting is completed, the vividness of Luohong seems to be the most conspicuous signature on it.

The brute force required to paint may not be as good as farming, but the energy consumption is even better.

With the completion of the work, both Jiang Yuan and Yu Ling were panting and sweating on their foreheads.

At this time, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

Back then, during the difficult trials of the magic weapon, it actually felt good to have a wife like Lin Muqing and a concubine like Zhang Xiaoqiu by my side.

But it was just a trial after all, and Jiang Yuan only considered it to satisfy his man's vanity in it.

But now that Yu Ling was by his side, he already had her completely.

This made Jiang Yuan cherish all this suddenly, and he also wanted to keep her by his side and enjoy her deep love for him.

A surge of heart surge suddenly hit, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but embrace Yu Ling into his arms, and kissed frantically.

After a while, Jiang Yuan held Yu Ling's face with his hands and felt her tears.

"Why are you crying again?" Jiang Yuan said with a smile, "Crying and crying, did it hurt just now?"

This is Yu Ling's first time, it's normal if it hurts.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Yu Ling hugged Jiang Yuan tightly, sticking to his chest:
"My lord, I can clearly feel your friendship towards me...I'm so happy, I finally became your lord's woman..."

Jiang Yuan hugged Yu Ling quietly, listening to her talk.

my woman?Yes, there should be a woman by my side too.

Not the kind of plaything to vent your desires, but a woman who can really fall in love with each other.

This night is destined to be very long, but also very short...

The holy capital is the center of the world, where the emperor resides.

Today, the Son of Heaven has been passed down for 66 generations. Although the princes and heroes of the world have risen together, and the Son of Heaven no longer has the dignity and authority of the first generation, none of the princes of the world dare to oppose the Son of Heaven openly.

A majestic and magnificent palace is located in the holy capital. The towering and imposing manner of the palace makes people feel awe at first sight.

In a corner of the palace, there is a building with a unique shape.

The buildings here are semicircular, spherical, or square, with watchtowers or windows on the roof. The style of this place is incompatible with the rest of the palace.

Whenever a strong wind blows, the complex and cumbersome magic patterns in the time and space around the building will be faintly visible, revealing mystery and mystery.

If anyone who is proficient in spells waits and sees these magic lines, they will know that there is a complicated and mysterious magic circle here, and its complexity has reached the top of heaven-level spells, and even faintly spying on magic or sorcery.

The magic circle operates day after day and night after night all year round, and is playing its important role.

In the center of this building is a seemingly simple, but extremely extraordinary hall.

In the main hall, a huge metal machine resembling an armillary sphere was slowly running with the help of spells.The size of the machine is no less than nine feet in length and width, and when it is pre-rotating, countless and complex magic patterns flash on it non-stop.

Under the huge mechanical instrument, an old man wearing a black and white crane cloak and fur robe sat quietly on a futon.

The old man is so old that he doesn't know how old he is. His eyes are slightly closed, his withered eyebrows hang down to his chest, and his whole body is like a piece of dead wood, or like an ancient well without waves.

Others looked at this huge machine with their eyes.

The old man listened with his ears, every turn of the mechanical instrument, every flicker and jump of the dharma lines, could not escape his ears.

He has been here for too long, and he is more familiar with everything here than anyone else.

Listening to the rotation of the machine, he was doing complicated calculations in his mind at the same time.Tonight, he is deducing an important matter, and it is almost coming to an end.

"Crack!"

A slight sound suddenly came out on the huge machine, followed by complex structures such as the horizon ring, meridian ring, outer equatorial ring, ecliptic ring, albino ring and inner equatorial ring, constant hidden circle, constant visible circle, etc. A change began to take place.

The old man who was calm in Gujing finally opened his eyes in amazement. He stared at the changes of the huge machine carefully, and at the same time overturned the calculation in his heart and re-calculated.

The mutation of the huge machine quickly attracted the attention of other people in the building.

Soon, a middle-aged man with meticulous clothes also hurried into the hall.

He carefully inspected the huge mechanical instrument first, with a strange and puzzled expression on his face, and finally came to the old man, and said doubtfully:

"Teacher, the time has not changed, but the location has changed! This is the first time I have encountered such a thing. What does this change mean..."

The old man kept staring at the mechanical instruments that were constantly running, and said with a sigh:
"The coming of gods and demons is already doomed to be inevitable after decades of calculation and deduction. However, the princes of the world, including the emperor, don't trust us. Even among ourselves, there are many people It is only because of the wrong data that we can come to that conclusion.”

The middle-aged man's expression darkened when he heard the words, he knew that what the teacher said was the truth.

People have become accustomed to the gods and demons in ancient legends who cannot come and return, and are accustomed to a peaceful and peaceful world.My group of people suddenly told the world that a catastrophe was approaching, and not everyone could understand it.

The old man continued to stare at the mechanical instrument, and said:
"This time the location of the sacrificial site changed suddenly... I have never encountered such a thing since I was seven years old. This is because the gods and demons used boundless mana to forcibly reverse the position of the sacrificial site. Before the arrival of the gods and demons, What kind of strange things will happen. I hope this mutation can arouse the vigilance of the world."

The middle-aged man hastily took out a pen and paper from his pocket:
"Students will calculate the location of the sacrificial field after it is transferred."

"Forget it," the old man had already figured out in his mind, "It's the land of the Far West."

The old man said with certainty, the middle-aged man naturally did not dare to doubt it, he hastily put away the pen and paper, but secretly memorized the data of the mechanical instrument in his heart, and only waited for a while to go back and check it again.

The old man then asked:
"In the Far West, who is in charge?"

The middle-aged man replied:
"The Imperial Secret Sect has ruled the Far West for hundreds of years."

The old man nodded:

"First report this time to the Son of Heaven, and no matter what, it must be paid attention to by the Son of Heaven. If not, we must also attract the attention of the Ninth Prince who has a good relationship with us. If not, we must also attract the attention of the Prince of Xi Kingdom and the Sixth Prince who are close to the far west. At the same time, inform the Imperial Law Secret Sect of the specific location and time of the sacrificial field, so that they can prepare early."

After the middle-aged man finished listening, he bowed and left.

Only the old man sat back on the futon and closed his eyes, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

(End of this chapter)