Yange felt that if he was ugly, he would never say such a word.

So she looked at him with confusion: "Master, I hate myself, and I also hate myself now. I think this life seems to be in purgatory all the time."

His fingers slowly walked along her legs, and he began to please her body again by using the dual exercises.

"It doesn't matter." He said nothing about Yange: "I will accompany you."

"Happy." He kissed her eyebrows and said softly on her lips: "This is your happy time."

Yange made himself seem to be intoxicated in such joy.

She put her hands around his neck, her face around his neck, low, seemingly uncontrollable, and yelled softly, "Master ..."

With his fingers, he touched the corner of her teary eyes, and kissed her lovingly on her ears.

Hun Chunguang was in the whole compartment.

The thick scent after the men and women were happy covered the cold scent in the compartment. He glanced at the woman who was so sleepy tired and took a trick to clean up the body, so he was slow and wearing his clothes.

Although it is still a red robe, but it is not the previous set.

The wagon itself was a magic weapon, and as soon as his mind was moving, the wagon had turned round and turned in the other direction.

The song was not awake until after midnight.

There is a night pearl on the top of the carriage, which illuminates the car.

The man in a red robe was sitting at her desk not far away.

Lying half-down on the pillow, he held a book and read it.

He Yanyan opened his eyes and said, "There is a fat man named Shen Shisan in the city's Xifeng Inn. He has a cruel temperament and prefers to abuse the weak. You can use him as your target."

The host needs to draw anger from other men every day in order to keep it as it is today.

Those men who had been "sleeped" by the host would become an air-dried corpse afterwards, and the wind would fall into ashes.

Therefore, the host defines these men as wicked men.

After midnight, Yan Ge's body had no scars at all. As soon as he stretched out his hands, his fingers were white and verdant. Just looking at such a pair of hands, he could feel how the owner of the shot was all over the country.

Yange did not understand the method used by this man to "resurrect" the host. Every day, the host will restore her own physical appearance after midnight, but once the sun comes out, her body will slowly crack. Those ugly scars would spread all over her, not without feeling.

Because of each crack, every time the scar "comes back", it seems to be killed by a sword invisible to her, and it hurts her heart and heart.

From the beginning, the pain was worse than death. Later, day after day, the host has become accustomed to this pain, and used to have a different man every day before sunrise to keep himself alive.

Yan Gu heard the words and did not move. She said, "Can't I do anything else? I'm tired of those men."

Such words, the host did not say it at first.

But there is no other way, she must do it if she wants to survive.

There is no choice!

The man's eyes finally shifted from the book. He raised his eyes and looked at the words.

The bright light of the night pearl shines him more and more holy and perfect like a fairy in the sky,

Only a little red mole in his forehead was dripping brightly like blood, which made him finally not so stingy.