One ​​is about to enter the Mahayana period, a late Jindan, and this disparity does not need to think about who is powerless.

The ripples of water | The sound of the sound rang in the hall.

Shen Mubai was panted by his kisses. If it wasn’t for the imaginary power of Dantian in the comprehension, it would have already fainted. A pair of scorpions filled with mist, she stared at the face in front of her eyes, did not understand why things suddenly became like this, and did not understand that the gloomy and silent feast many years ago will now look like another.

In fact, what she doesn't know is that even a person who is cheerful and cheerful, after a hundred years of tempering and tempering in the place of the demon world, it is already very good when it comes out without becoming a madman.

And every day and night of this hundred years, the feast of the heart filled her, and the words of Qiyang Zong, over time, this feeling is not so simple.

The clothes on the body did not know when it was faded, and the other hand’s hand spread all the way. Shen Mubai couldn’t help but have a goose bump.

Under the gaze of the dark eyes, she couldn't help but look away, some shame biting her lip, and a few drops of tears in her eyes.

The crystal clear white skin is covered with a layer of light pink coat, which is extremely attractive.

Feast the throat is fretting, if it is in the past, he will watch the tears of Master, and may stop.

But... when I think about the real thoughts in the other person's heart, the violent temper in the chest can't hold it.

The red color of the feast was getting thicker and thicker, so that when the other party shouted, it never stopped.

Shen Mubai snorted, but he could only use his hands to climb the other's body. The feeling that the soul was penetrated was really terrible. No matter how to dodge, there is no way, only the more powerful top|| Get it.

The action underneath did not stop, and the feast buried her face in her neck and dropped a dense kiss.

Shen Mubai has been numb from the original shame, she can only clench her teeth, not letting her make strange noises, but when she feels a wet touch, she slightly rounds her eyes.

The feast lifted his face, his eyes were reddening to a sultry level, and he snorted and said, "Master."

Like a little beast that is desperate, it makes a low embarrassment from the throat.

Shen Mubai, "....." Should the crying person be her?

The feasted eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and once again, she was called low, and she was even more powerful.

He was so low that he didn't know how many times he called, and the scorpion became more red.

Shen Mubai did not know what to think about it. The person who was wronged was her, and the person who was crying was also her. This person seemed to be more wronged than her, and more uncomfortable.

Finally, I have to be (cao) while comforting each other.

At the end of the day, Shen Mubai’s numbness curled up on the bed, and the slender white legs were densely traced, and the clavicle chest was at first glance. It was very shocking.

On the other hand, the feast of the feast, holding her whole face with a slap in the face, licked her cheek.

Shen Mubai sounded hoarsely, "How many days have you been?"

The feast was low and the voice echoed, "Three days."

Shen Mubai sighed, numb thinking, this is double repair.

"Does the teacher want to eat the flesh?" The feast kissed her cheek and asked.

Shen Mubai hesitated and nodded. Some desperate thoughts, the day was taken|day, and it was natural to eat.

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