The man's heart, beating again and again, though no different from ordinary, but felt that it seemed different.

The man in his arms did not speak again.

He heard her long breathing.

He lifted his eyes slightly, an enchantment fell around her, and all the chains on her disappeared.

He sat cross-legged and took her into his arms. Although he read the scriptures silently, his eyes fell on her face unconsciously.

Looking down, his lips touched her forehead and touched her soft lips again.

This touch is enough to cross the border.

But he was still not satisfied, so after a short hesitation, he bit his open lips and bullied her tongue into her mouth.

The sweet fragrance in her mouth was soft and soft everywhere, just like the sound of her always dripping water.

Yange didn't open her eyes. She put one hand on his neck, and the other hand pierced through his collar, touching her chest.

The man's body froze.

Panic is about to withdraw from Yange's mouth.

Yan Ge opened his eyes, and his watery eyes still looked calm to him.

She did not let him quit, but bit her lip.

It wasn't until the **** smell infiltrated her mouth that she snorted softly and pecked at his wounds lovingly.

The man's body was still stiff, but he did not retreat, and did not continue to dodge any more, leaving Yange to demand and demand on him.

Under the moonlight, the clothes on the man had been stripped.

But he sat cross-legged and remained motionless, without any reaction, but a woman, with a snake-like body entangled in him, attached to his skin, and from time to time, she heard a low humming sound.

"Xiao Bai, your body is really white and it looks good."

"Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, why did you close your eyes? Wouldn't you open your eyes and look at me?"

"Little white, don't you like me?"

"Xiao Bai, aren't you tired of chanting all day long? Why not call my name?"

She bit his ear beads, and the hot breath sprayed into his ears, her voice soft and waxy: "Little white, call me a word."

"Little white, little white, little white ..."

"I like you, not because you are a monk, not because you are everyone who worships, but because you are my little white"

"You like me too, right, you see, you react."

"Little white, say you like me."

"Say you like me, or I'll bully it."

...

Except that there is no two in one, Yan Song is on him, everything that should be done is done.

Overnight, she was tired and nestled in his arms.

This bald man, without any emotions, fluttered all night, but he didn't even open his eyes.

It's so exhausting!

Although the man today has lost the intimidating spirit that made her feel trembling, it is obvious that he is even colder than the previous Nan brother.

Before Yange slept, he still clutched at his guy and sighed in his heart, thinking: The man is really a **** and wants to set up a monument.

During the second day, Yan Ge was tied to a high platform again.

As for men, as usual, they preach sermons for those sitting in the square.

However, the man disappeared in the morning after speaking, and Yange listened to the people in the square.

Only then did I know that this man, the Buddha number is nine delusions.

It is the only Buddha in this divine realm.

It is also a born Buddha.

Buddha, Yan Ge thought of the coercion of the man who had previously stood on her head, her lips cocked.

That's not like the momentum that a Buddha should have.