Xiao Yu is only a single coat, and the night wind outside the door blows. She wears the blue silk, and the clothes are turned over. The skin of the jade porcelain is so fragrant, the eyes of the water are slightly scorned, and between the turns, another Into a special affair.

In the room where the candlelight is extinguished, the dark fragrance floats, and the beauty is like porcelain, which is fascinating.

The noble man at the door was not a erotic, but was dragged by a fascinating scent, his throat was rolling, and his mouth was dry. His slender legs came in and he was elegant.

Xiao Yu saw Feng Ling Ran Jun's face come coldly, her arms hang down, and her heart was inexplicably nervous.

It’s already dark, he’s coming so late, can there be any good things?

Xiao Yu wanted to turn back to the bed and thought of the eight fluffy snow tails behind her. She frowned slightly, moved her hand behind her hand, and touched her tail in the skirt. She sighed in her heart.

After the disappearance of the lingering flower, how did she call the ear, it did not make a sound, and did not leave behind her, as if entering a state of dormancy.

Suddenly, one hand stretched out and took her into her arms. The handsome face pressed down, and the tip of her nose fell on her side, and she sniffed deeply.

"Little fox, why are you so fragrant?"

When he pushed the door open, it was the aroma and the scent of the scent.

Xiao Yu slammed into his strong and powerful arms. The cold fragrance is the unique taste of his body, mixed with the chill of the hail, sometimes fascinating, sometimes shocking.

Xiao Yan's face was pressed by his nose, his body trembled slightly, some confused, she didn't apply rouge gouache, and she didn't smell any aroma on her body?

Is it...

Xiao Yu slightly pushed Feng Lingran, but he held it tighter, so that her body was tightly attached to his arms, as if to break into his blood, more terrible is her chest, squeezed in him The chest has changed shape.

This animal...

"Feng Lingran, you let me go, I have something for you."

Xiao Yu put his hands on his shoulders, this point of strength, and where is Feng Lingran's opponent?

Feng Lingran slightly raised his eyebrows, and the black scorpion flashed through the streamer: "The king has something to ask you, since you have something for the king, then look at your things first!"

"..." He can't finish the conversation first, then look at things? This beast is intentional.

Xiao Yu was also lazy to go to the phoenix's mind. After he let go, Xiao Yu turned sideways and brought a glazed porcelain pot. His hands were presented to Feng Lingran. The eyes of Shui Ling glared at him: "Drink it. ""

Feng Ling's thin lip micro-hook, glanced at the teapot in her hand, chuckled: "This is what you want to give to the king?"

What? Still can't see?

Xiao Yu understates: "This is my most precious thing. Without it, I will die."

Feng Ling smashed her eyebrows. She did not like the word "death" in her mouth. She took the teapot from her hand. The jade finger opened the tea cover and saw the bright red blood inside. His pupils shrank fiercely. Is her blood? Q8zc

Feng Lingran smelled the unique smell of blood, and had the urge to drink insanely. His black sputum also turned into an unpredictable darkness. His fingers held a teapot filled with blood and his bones were clear.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth: "This king is really an accident, you will give your own blood to the king. If you want to please this king, then congratulations, you have succeeded, this king likes you very much." Blood."

Xiao Yu frowned, who wants to please him? However, it is a deal with Wan Yuyu.

Feng Ling suddenly picked up the teapot, and looked up at the blood. The red blood was like a narrow waterfall. It flowed into the mouth of Feng Lingran. His throat rolled and swallowed, as if drinking the best wine in the world. A little flow from his mouth, into a bright red blood line, hanging on the side of his perfect chin.

At this moment, Feng Lingran, the demon bloodthirsty image comes from the perfect vampire in the West. He feeds on human blood and uses human blood as water to support himself.

Xiao Yu put the blood in the teapot, but he didn't want to see the **** picture when he was drinking blood. But now, her eyes are like this **** scene, the back is cold, and she is scared. She even begins to worry, will this perfect vampire be addicted and **** all the blood in her body?

After Xiao Yu was afraid, there was an impulse to win the door.

Xiao Yu did the same, and really didn't want to stay in a room with this cruel vampire.

Drink slowly! I will take a step first...

Xiao Yu quietly left from the side of Feng Ling, he looked up and blooded, seemingly not found. When Xiao Xiao stepped on the door to the stone, there was something cold, flying out from the top of her head, kneeling in front of her toes, scared Xiao Yu back to her feet, and repeatedly stepped back several steps.

Xiao Yu’s back, hitting a hard chest, a pair of weird hands, sticking out from behind her, wrapped around her waist, cold jade like a finger on her lower abdomen, opening the corner, fingers stretched out Go in...

"Little fox, where do you want to go? The king has something to ask you!"

His faint voice rang in her ear, and the wind blew her ear beads, warm and with a strong **** smell. The finger that stretched into her coat, stroked her inch of skin and moved up. Until her chest.

Xiao Yu grabbed the wrist inside the clothes and tried to pull his hand down. The eyebrows suddenly jumped and his fingers tightened. When she pulled, the chest followed.

Feng Lingran is a **** plus a beast...

"Little fox, why bother? Every inch of your skin is the king, and the king has long been well known."

Xiao Yu’s heart is ashamed, and the delicate little face seems to have just been coated with rouge and blush.

She sighed and gave up the struggle. The beast had done it for her, what she shouldn’t do. She didn’t need to be emotional, and she wouldn’t have less meat if she touched it twice.

Feng Ling saw Xiao Yu stop struggling, his mouth slightly hooked, the scarlet tongue tipped off the blood of the corner of his mouth, touched the softness of her ear, and the tremor blew into her ear beads like electric current, until every cell of the body, especially It was the uncontrolled heart, and the beat also lost frequency. The body was a little soft in his arms.

Feng Lingran felt the change of her body, and the black scorpion flashed through the faint glimmer: "This king is ridden by the devil, eh?"

Xiao Yu’s head slammed, how did Feng Ling know this?

This incident is so numerous that Qin Wen can't tell Feng Lingran that Qin Wen is upright and promised her things. It shouldn't tell Feng Lingran that slaves are even more impossible. Is it the middle? The old **** said?

Xiao Yu smiled: "What a ghost? Why don't I know?" I can't admit if I killed it. This is what she said. After swallowing, she continued to say: "If there is really a ghost in this world, Dare to wrap up the lord! The prince is the dragon and the phoenix, and the bright ghost will also force you to retreat."

In fact, you are more terrible than ghosts.

Feng Lingran his fingers slightly, Xiao Yan red face, biting his lip, the **** animal stinks.

"What do you mean by this little fox... Is this king more terrible than a ghost?"

"Cough, I don't mean that."

It doesn't mean that.

Feng Lingran's slightly feathered feathers are like two mysterious black **** fan, casting a beautiful darkness in the eyelids, and the light stops at her delicate red face, as if she captured the small prey, the line of sight is slow. Slowly move down and stop on her veins, this little prey, he can enjoy it slowly.

"Little fox, next time don't put the blood into the teapot, the king prefers... so drinking blood."

His thin lips bullied her fragile neck, biting her flesh, and the pain of a slight numbness, plunging into her skin, and Xiao Xiaokong shrank.

Today she has given a bowl of blood to him, and his mother’s instinct...

Xiao Yu raised his hand and wanted to slap him a slap, tearing a tear, the sound of the cloth tearing open, the cloak fell to the ground, and the body suddenly sprinkled cold wind. She had not had time to exclaim, and he was turned by him, slender fingers. Bring up her long legs and ring around his waist...