One is about to enter the Mahayana stage, and the other is at the late Jindan stage, so there is no need to think about who is powerless to resist this kind of disparity.
The ambiguous sound of water | stains sounded in the hall.
Shen Mubai was breathless from his kiss, if it wasn't for the dantian spiritual power in the cultivator's body, he would have passed out by now. Her eyes were full of mist, she stared at the face in front of her in a daze, not understanding why things suddenly became like this, nor did she understand that the gloomy and silent banquet many years ago would look different now.
In fact, what she doesn't know is that even a cheerful person, after a hundred years of honing and tempering in that place in the devil world, will be pretty good if he doesn't become a lunatic when he comes out.
And every day and night in these hundred years, Yan Rong thought of her in his heart, and Qi Yangzong's words, over time, this feeling is no longer as simple as obsession.
The clothes on his body were taken off at some point, and the opponent's hands spread all the way up, Shen Mubai couldn't help but get goosebumps for a while.
Under the gaze of those dark eyes, she couldn't help but look away, bit her lower lip in shame, and a few tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.
The crystal clear and fair skin seemed to be covered with a light pink coat, making it extremely alluring.
Yan Rong's Adam's apple twitched slightly. If it was in the past, he might stop when he saw the tears of Master.
But... when he thought of the real thoughts in the other party's heart, the violence in his chest couldn't be suppressed no matter what.
The redness in Yanrong's eyes became more and more intense, so that even when the other party cried out for pain, he never stopped.
Shen Mubai whimpered, but he could only use his hands to hold on to the opponent's body, the feeling as if his soul had been pierced was really terrifying, no matter how he tried to dodge, he had no choice but to be pushed even harder|| messing with.
The movements under her body never stopped, Yanrong buried her face in her neck, and kissed her closely.
Shen Mubai has gone from being ashamed to numb, she can only grit her teeth to prevent herself from making strange noises, but when she felt a wet touch, she opened her eyes slightly.
Yan Rong raised his face, his eyes were reddened to a frightening degree, he said with a choked voice, "Master."
Like a little beast on the verge of desperation, a low roar came from its throat.
Shen Mubai, "..." Shouldn't she be the one who should cry
Yan Rong's eye sockets were bloodshot, and he called out to her again in a low voice, making the pain even worse.
He kept his voice low like this, and yelled so many times, his eyes became redder and redder.
Shen Mubai didn't know how to feel, she was the one who should be wronged, she was the one who should cry, but this person seemed to be more wronged and uncomfortable than her.
In the end, you have to be comforted by (cao) at the same time.
After it was over, Shen Mubai curled up on the bed with a numb face. There were dense marks on his slender and white legs, as well as his collarbone and chest. Looking at it at first glance, it was very shocking.
On the other hand, Yan Rong hugged her whole body with a satisfied face, and rubbed her cheek.
Shen Mubai said hoarsely, "How many days have passed?"
Yan Rong replied in a low voice, "Three days."
Shen Mubai let out an oh, and thought numbly, so this is double cultivation.
"Master, do you want to eat soul meat?" Yan Rong asked, kissing her cheek.
Shen Mubai nodded hesitantly, thinking with some despair, the day has been |day|, so naturally he must continue to eat.
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