"… you!"
"I really want to know what you brothers and sisters will say?" Feng Xiao took out the camera with a leisurely expression and pointed it at her naked body: "If you don't answer... you know the consequences. Of course, don't let anyone know about you and me. Please feel free to be together, I don’t mind.”
"You... you devil!" The world in front of Aoyue Yiren was in chaos. She bit her lower lip and connected the intercom with trembling hands.
"Yiyi, where are you!" Immediately after the call was connected, the voice of the Hand of God came.
"Brother, I'm... I'm leveling up in a small forest... Ahhh!!"
Aoyue Yiren suddenly let out a trembling scream, because Feng Xiao behind her had unknowingly removed all his equipment and penetrated deeply into her body.
"What's wrong with you, Yiyi?" The God's Hand on the other end of the phone clearly heard her screams and weird collision sounds, and his brows moved.
"I... I... I'm fine." Aoyue Yiren almost cried, her body twisting desperately. Without the initial sting, a kind of extreme pleasure began to grow in her body that almost overwhelmed her. It made her ashamed, made her afraid... and made her want to indulge.
The wind is behind her (…long live harmony.).
"Is everything really okay?" God's Hand was filled with doubts, and the unusual sound from the other side made him feel inexplicably uneasy.
"Really... it's really okay, don't disturb me practicing... leveling up... ah!" The scream rang out again, and as he rushed forward, his two big hands reached into her chest from behind, grabbing her two big breasts. Play vigorously.
With a slight sting and extreme pleasure, she felt like she was losing her mind, almost going crazy, and her soul seemed to be being taken away.
"Yiyi, what's wrong with you!!" God's Hand is a fool and should have heard something was wrong with the other party at this time.
"Haha, Young Master Duanmu, I like your sister's body very much, tsk tsk, hahahaha!" Feng Xiao laughed evilly.
The intercom was hung up, and God's Hand suddenly stood up. His hands and feet instantly became cold, light-colored veins appeared on his forehead, and his internal organs were churning as if they were going to explode.
Shura's laughter, his sister's moans, and the collision of flesh made him understand everything immediately.
Shura... is actually humiliating his sister!
Anger, rage, and humiliation almost completely annihilated his sanity. For the first time, he had the intention to kill someone! In other words, he never wanted to think that he, who had always been calm, would be so crazy about killing someone.
"Flying Eagle!"
The suppressed angry voice shocked the Doomsday Eagle who was guarding the door. He quickly walked to the Hand of God and waited for his instructions.
"Send the order, everyone will immediately split up to find the whereabouts of my sister! Also! From today onwards, the realm of the gods will list Shura as a mortal enemy! If they meet, they will be killed in a group!" Hand of God said with a gloomy face. He knew that there were too many people who wanted to kill Shura. With this order, many people would be ecstatic.
The Doomsday Flying Eagle was obviously stunned, and stayed for a moment before he responded respectfully, turned around and retreated.
The wind beside the Lost Soul Abyss seemed no longer so calm, and was faintly mixed with a strange smell and the girl's high and low, trembling moans of ecstasy. Aoyue Yiren (... Harmony 600 words) Her delicate body trembled under the man's crazy violence, like fallen leaves falling in the cold wind.
I don’t know how long it took, how many positions I changed, how many times I moved, and the strong wind finally stopped raging. All the strength of Aoyue Yiren was withdrawn, and she lay weakly on the ground. The perfect curves, smooth skin, and plump chili milk are still so charming. Feng Xiao stood up with a satisfied look on his face and put on all the equipment in an instant.
"Remember! I will be your man for the rest of my life! I don't want to see you getting close to other men!" He said lightly, his eyes swept over her naked body again, and he left casually.
Before leaving, his right hand flicked inadvertently, and a piece of white talisman paper turned into white light and sank into Duanmu Yiren's body.
Thousand-mile tracking talisman!
Aoyue Yiren, who had been so brutally tortured that she had no strength at all, was still lying there helplessly, shivering in the breeze. The slight chill was far less than the coldness in her heart that felt like falling into an abyss. She didn't know how long it took before she struggled to sit up. With trembling hands, she cleaned up all kinds of liquids all over her body until there was no trace left, then she put on her clothes while sobbing softly.
Why, why do you do this to me! What did I... do wrong? She cried helplessly in her heart.
In her heart, the image of Shura that was deeply engraved became clearer and could never be erased in her lifetime. Her feelings for him changed from original hatred to lingering fear and an inexplicable complex emotion... And the last words he said before leaving were engraved on her heart like a devil's spell, She surrendered her heart and began to obey it subconsciously.
Facing the slightly colder wind, his somewhat gloomy mood gradually dissipated. Facing the Duanmu family he had been searching for for three years, his demonic side always surfaced inadvertently. He no longer cares whether it is good or bad. He only knows that if he meets someone from the Duanmu family again, he will still be like this.
Yes, three years. He still has not avenged his father. This is how it feels to be ashamed of being a son of man.
Yaoer, baby, Xiruo, Rourou...
Thinking of them, Feng Xiao's lips couldn't help but curl up, and his mood became better. They are the angels sent by God to save him, and they are also his concerns that he can't let go of.
He stood in the wind for a long time, until the figure in the distance put on her purple clothes and disappeared with a slight cry, then he sighed secretly and left.
In the room specially used to confine Jingtian, the familiar strange white color made the bitter-faced Sedum suddenly startled. Then without saying a word, he carefully listened to the movements around him and then cast a sound-blocking barrier.
"Brother Fenghun, you have to be careful. My tigress has lost her phoenix feather and is throwing a tantrum!" Thinking of Xue Jian's violent rage at that moment, Jing Tian couldn't help but shudder.
Feng Xiao was embarrassed and coughed twice in embarrassment. He felt that this place was definitely not a place where he could stay for a long time and he didn't talk nonsense: "Brother Jingtian, that's it. Brother, my level has exceeded level 50. I don't know how to steal the flying dragon." Are you going to advance to the Saint profession?"
"You mean the second level of the flying dragon type?" Jingtian was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the other party nodding, his expression became even weirder: "Brother, your current 'Flying Dragon Stealing Saint' profession is already a second level profession."
"Huh?" Feng Xiao looked confused, secretly wondering if he was automatically transferred? "But the attributes of this profession have not changed at all, and the skills have not changed at all?"
"I mean, the Feilong Thief Saint profession itself is a second-level profession that can only be transferred to level 50 or above. I just don't know why my brother changed to it before he was over level 30... By the way, I wonder what his understanding is?"
"Oh I got it."
It turned out that it was due to his super high understanding, and he actually directly understood the ability of the second-level flying dragon thief profession! Feng Xiao did not answer Jingtian's question, and then asked: "What is the third-level profession of the flying dragon thief?"
"The third-level profession is called Flying Dragon Thief God. This profession has not appeared on the entire continent for thousands of years. According to legend, as long as anyone has this profession, people will be panicked wherever they go, and they will run away. No matter how powerful the master is, I will retreat." Thinking of the power of the legendary "Flying Dragon Thieving God", Jingtian's expression became strange.
"Oh? This profession is actually so powerful!" Feng Xiao was looking forward to it, and quickly asked: "How can I change this profession three times at level 80?"
"Well... I don't know. It is said that as long as you have strong comprehension ability, you will automatically advance... But brother..." Jingtian's face became even weirder, and he looked at him directly: "If brother When the time comes, if you really change that profession, don’t use those skills on me... We are brothers!!"
According to legend, wherever the flying dragon thief goes, as long as he is willing, he can unknowingly leave no hair on anyone's head.
"Huh?" Feng Xiao was stunned, and suddenly understood, and said quickly: "Brother Jingtian is my benefactor, how could I take action against brother, ah, that's it, I won't disturb brother Qingxiu, goodbye. "
Before Jingtian could respond, Feng Xiao had already escaped through the "Infinite Space Gate".
"Qingxiu... Qingxiu is a piece of shit!" Jingtian finally couldn't help but swore, and then sat down with a sad face: "Oh, I really envy Brother Fenghun, he is so free and carefree, look at my tigress... Huh? That’s weird, where has Xiaokui been these past few days?”