Chapter 1725 The Spirit of the Little Heavenly Master (99)

She was originally his.

What he did to her is taken for granted.

This thought came together, and Yu Moqian felt that it was simply vicious, but like the poison, he was rooted in his mind.

Suddenly he heard the sound of panting, and the sound slid into the bones.

But it is more powerful than the knife, so that the face of Yu Moqian is white.

He clenched his fists in both hands, and the joints were forced to see the outline.

Suddenly a pair of warm hands came around him, and Bai Weiwei, who was not dressed, had been enchanted around him.

"Do you like me?"

She asked low.

Yu Moqian wants to nod, but loses all strength.

He knows that he is caught in the power of ancient mirrors and psychedelic. This is an illusion.

Her fingers are soft and white, her body is warm and demon, like a seductive charm, no matter where he flees, he can't escape her temptation.

Yu Mo moved to bite his lips and felt that the temperature of his skin had to burst.

His fingers were tightly held, and several times he wanted to loosen, he did not succeed.

Obviously knowing is an illusion.

How can I still sink, a low-level illusion.

It is not difficult for him to untie.

However, Yu Moqian stayed in the same place, letting this illusion continue to surround him.

The persistence of his evil thoughts in his heart finally caught his weakness, so that he could not escape the malicious entanglement that could only be concealed by the darkness.

These malicious things did not dissipate over time.

Instead, through the body of Yu Moqian, the love of Bai Weiwei, and constantly grow and grow.

The more you care, the more you like it.

The more dark thoughts and the more undetectable worries.

And these negative energies are malicious nutrients.

Yu Moqian even heard his heart deep, countless voices are jealous of him.

She is his.

So what he does is ok.

She is willing, so he did not offend her.

Yu Moqian’s fingers were released, and his eyes were as bright as a flame, such as the other side of the abyss burning.

He reached out and placed it on the back of her hand holding his waist.

A little bit, his fingers touched up, this movement is very gentle.

It seems like a feather, gently passing.

But this action is very overbearing, and the finger is holding her wrist in a restrained posture.

"Yu Mo moved... Hold me."

The voice of Bai Weiwei came from behind, and the sweet and fascinating call made people sink into **** and return to heaven.

Yu Moqian knows this illusion, and his indulgence has become more and more real.

He was awkward for a moment, couldn't help but turn around and pull her hand and press her to her chest.

Under the thick eyelashes of Bai Weiwei, the twilight is bright, and her fascinating face is different and pretty.

It is very moving.

Yu Moqian’s voice also went down. “You in my heart are simply yelling at you.”

Although men have girls who like them, there are always unrealistic thoughts.

But he is not the same as those men.

Ordinary men may have dissipated on their own after they have flashed that idea.

But he will not, but will accumulate into a terrible malicious, hidden in his heart.

If it weren't for the pen, the huge maliciousness was ruined by him.

It is estimated that he is not capable of pretending to be a gentle brother.

Yu Mo moved to sneer, but now he, although still able to pretend that there is no desire, tender and passionate.

But the inner darkness has accumulated too much.

There used to be a pen to suppress.

Now he does not dare to use the power of the pen.

(End of this chapter)