Meirou Shengxiang (latest) Author: Su Nuojin
Volume reading 172
The corners of Gu Mingyue's mouth turned red, perhaps torn by the high-speed friction just now, and the heat was stinging.
"Left Protector can't do it like this... Huh?" Jia Han gritted his teeth, raised Gu Mingyue's hips, one leg changed from kneeling to standing at right angles to the ground, half-straddled on the female body, heartily Galloping.
"...That's enough for today. The masters of the halls have come here as ordered by the sect master. If the subordinates don't go back, maybe Jialuo..." Ganing flexibly withdrew from under the overlapping bodies of the two, he turned over and sat up. On his body, he casually combed his long scattered hair with his fingers, gathered the blue silk back into a bundle at the back of his head, and tied it with a silver-embroidered silver-patterned headband.
"They've already come, tsk." Jia Han stood up heavily, expressing the dissatisfaction of others for unknown reasons with his movements. He maliciously squeezed the dragon head on Gu Mingyue's flower heart, and pressed his big palms on her round buttocks. Push and move in circles.
The raw, tender and narrow flesh is stirred with the man's red and purple cock, and in the friction of the grooves and folds, Gu Mingyue can feel every meridian, every pulsation of the other party's desire, and there is no dead angle. , it can be maddening.
"It has been three days since the sect master returned to the valley. The hall masters have arrived in the valley one after another since yesterday evening, waiting for the sect master to issue an order." Ganing stood naked in the apse, picked up his clothes and dressed in an orderly manner. After a while, he turned back into a clean and handsome young man with neat clothes. His features were exquisite, and his appearance was five-point similar to that of Jiahan. His facial features showed a refreshing air, and the green bamboo with dewdrops after the rain made it difficult for him to be like a corpse before. of lewd pleasures.
Even though he is older than Jiahan's, Ganing, who has passed his thirties, looks like a weak young man like Jiahan... The technique of harvesting and replenishing of the gods is really as mysterious as rumors.
Garo... it's her...
Gu Mingyue looked at Ganing slightly, she analyzed some information from the other party's words, for example, she didn't know that three days had passed, such as the early appearance of the lobby masters... No wonder, the body will be weak, the original I thought it was Liu Guang's body that was too weak, but now it looks like he was drugged after fainting that night. Qinghui will practice martial arts, although such a method is understandable, but it is not completely necessary, and the church masters of the gods, what are they going to do...
The thick black hair hangs down beside Gu Mingyue's face, spreading and entangled to cover her face. Her forehead rested on the bed, and under the cover of thick black hair, her dull and indifferent eyes regained their agility, revealing exhaustion in the passionate water.
The frequency of Jiahan's lower body pumping increased, and the red and purple meat stick under his body had an amazing hardness, mercilessly sprinting in the woman's already red and swollen honey hole. Gu Mingyue's body was already weak. After being tossed and ravaged, she was paralyzed like mud, unable to lift any strength, and her lower body seemed to have lost consciousness. She only felt that the place was as hot as a stove, but there was still a steady stream of firewood. Being thrown in by force, it burned with the heat of destruction. She let out a silent moan from her throat, and in the continuous crashing behind her, it was so faint that only she could hear it.
The dressed Ganing faced the bunk bed, knelt down on one knee in the middle of the apse, bowed his head and said respectfully, "This subordinate should retreat." After speaking, he immediately got up and walked backward until he left the apse. Only then did he return to his normal walking posture, and use the light work of stepping on the leaves and lotus to leave the boat through the water.
"Qinghui... Qinghui?" Jia Han pressed on Gu Mingyue's back, and whispered a name that did not belong to her in a confused voice. The offensive of his lower body was still so ruthless that she had the illusion of being pinned to the bed in a trance.
Gu Mingyue moved the fingers beside his face, and murmured twice in a hoarse voice due to the deep pumping of the other party.
"It's so pitiful, the tender little pussy is about to be fucked..." The man's voice was pitiful, but the frequency of the lower body's thrusting was completely opposite to the tone, with a predatory tyranny.
So... Gu Mingyue clenched his teeth silently, telling himself in his heart that he must suppress his emotions, and that he must be calm and rational in the face of mental patients.
Gu Mingyue knows to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, even if she desperately wants to hang Jiahan, without systematic help, it is tantamount to cannibalism. Besides, resisting someone with a detached force value is definitely a foolish act beyond one's capabilities. During this period of time when I couldn't get in touch with the system, only patience and acting skills were the keys to safety.
No one knows what Jiahan will do in the next second, his behavior is unpredictable, and his emotions are more capricious than the weather when the seasons change.
"However, Qinghui ate two meat sticks today, and the feeling of being blocked up and down at the same time is full and delicious, right?" Jia Han said to himself, the happy smile on his face intensified.
"Qinghui..." Gu Mingyue murmured softly, her eyes were lost, and she stared blankly at the pattern of the quilt spread on the bed. The pitiful and helpless appearance made the man experience the pleasure of sadism.
But also a little less fun.
A submissive woman shivered except crying. No matter how threatened she was, Jia Han couldn't get the reaction she expected... The number one beauty in martial arts is really just a face and a body.
Perhaps it was because the dose of medicine she had previously given was too heavy, she could no longer perform martial arts, and now her body had no strength, so even her reaction was slow...
Are you overly stimulated...
The corners of Jia Han's mouth raised a mocking arc.
The number one beauty that everyone admired by young martial arts talents was crushed under his body, but it was nothing more than that.
"Qinghui, you have to stay here obediently, and you can't go anywhere."
She is special, even if he refuses to admit it.
The existence that he originally thought would not appear, must be compromised by him.
So, very annoying... !
"Ah... um... ah... um..."
The consequence of this sexual affair was that Gu Mingyue lay in bed for two full days.
The character relationships in this story are a bit complicated.
Mingyue's identity will soon be discovered.
The sect leader is not stupid, he has already felt something different.
The Fifth Concubine of the Demon Lord's Concubine
The pink and pink intersect delicately, and the green covers are staggered. The figure of Ganing moving on the lake surface is like a flowing breeze, skipping the flowers and leaves like a dragonfly. His silver robe floated behind him and melted into the curling smoke, shimmering with the soft pearlescent light unique to silk fabrics.
The beautiful scenery full of lakes, such as the Yaochi fairyland, was quickly left behind, and the delicate painting boats gradually turned into dazzling red dots. Around the eyes were canopies like umbrellas, and the ancient trees that led straight to the sky could cover the sky and the sun. Ning's figure shuttled up and down between the lush branches and leaves, and the naked eye could only catch the silver afterimage that flashed past in the dark green, like a flying electric current, but it did not startle the birds and beasts in the forest.
The man who was faster than the wind rushed to the Hanzhao Palace in the time of a stick of incense. The Hanzhao Palace is located on the cliff of Wanzhang and is divided into an outer hall, a middle hall, and an inner hall. Each hall is equipped with a deacon hall, a council office, and a residence for the middle and high-level teachers to rest. There are gardens in each hall, and the fragrance of exotic flowers and plants wafting enchantingly in the wind, condensing in the three halls, has become the unique flavor of Anzhao Palace.
When the congregants on duty outside the palace saw Ganing, they knelt down on one knee and saluted with their right hand. Ganning suppressed his anxiety and stepped into the outer hall quickly without looking sideways. His face was not obvious, but his feet were getting closer and closer. His steps were like treading on the wind. with strong air pressure
Volume reading 172
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