The sky was cloudy and drizzle.
Suddenly dozens of black cars drove in front of Toshodai Temple, a famous temple in the southern capital of Nara. The vehicles parked in a small square in front of the temple, and the ones that couldn't stop were parked on the side of East Ninth Street. A fat Japanese owner of a grocery store saw it. The man who got out of the car, the fat man jumped up like a rabbit dexterously, and before the crowd of salespersons awakened, they yelled, "Quick! Close the shop and feint."
The salesperson was still in a daze, "Boss, it's still early."
"Close the door! These are people from the Tufei family. There may be a major event. How many cars do you think?"
"The Tufei family!" All the salespersons were so scared that they covered their mouths, and then they cleared up and closed the door. Indeed, the Tufei family was a nightmare for the citizens of Nara.
The men who got out of dozens of vehicles were all wearing black suits. None of them had umbrellas, but they all carried a long travel bag. Under the leadership of the leading man, they went straight to Sanxiaoni Temple in the temple.
Five minutes later, the number one hundred and ten came to Sanxiao'an. Then, under the sign of the leader, they opened the travel bag together, and saw that everyone had an assault rifle in their bag.
"President, everyone is here." The leading man bowed to the Tufei who came out.
Tufei nodded and arranged: "Now they are dispersed. The two women are in the monk's house. The man and the abbot go to the backyard. It seems that they haven't felt the danger yet. You control all the nuns first. The man seems to be Head to head, catch him in the end."
"Hi!" The leading man immediately rushed into the nunnery with his men.
Cangsong forest, misty and rainy, through the narrow alleyway, through a pair of wooden doors, at this moment, the mysterious house in the backyard of the nunnery is full of spring, the bright light shines, and the countless bodhisattvas in the house seem to be opened eye. Zhang Yuanzheng sat comfortably on the small square table. He was neatly dressed, but underneath was bare, his hairy legs stretched out naturally, while the graceful and affectionate nun knelt on his lap, and the room reverberated. It's a squeaky eating sound...
Although Ruojing hasn’t gotten close to a man for a hundred years, the technique hasn’t been lost. With red lips and scented tongue, a sensation of electric numbness spread from the bottom to Zhang Yuan’s brain, and he couldn’t help making noises that were so comfortable. Extremely hum.
"Airo." Ruo Jing raised her head and saw that her cheeks were also flushed, her eyes were tender and coquettish, and there were still some silver threads hanging from the corners of her mouth.
"Well, Sister Ning." Zhang Yuan opened his eyes and responded.
Ruojing said: "Now you are comfortable, but I..."
Zhang Yuan reluctantly said, "Our skills are too far apart. If you feel comfortable, it will kill you. I will not do that to you even if I hold back. So you still bear with me. For a while, happiness is nothing compared to life. It."
"But I..." Ruojing said, she became tired, holding Zhang Yuan's waist, and then sandwiching Zhang Yuan's legs with two snowy pink legs, and then her body twisted like a snake. The movements are violent and rhythmic. Her softest part is just at the position of Zhang Yuan's knees. She just grinds back and forth like that, using Zhang Yuan's protruding knees to push her phone to read easily: Wipe her impatience.
What triggered Zhang Yuan's excitement was that Ruojing rubbed his knees hard, and at the same time she couldn't help but let out a vague groan. The voice of a woman was the most exciting. Zhang Yuan wanted to make this woman happy. , Since the knee can also work, so do it.
Zhang Yuan’s strength is now countless times greater than that of ordinary people. He lifted Ruo Jing’s body with a lift of his right leg and knee. Then Zhang Yuan hugged her soft waist, turned her body over, and flattened Ruo Jing’s body like an Aries. Put it on the small square table, but his knees are still against Ruojing's hottest spot.
"Airo, hurry up!" Ruojing's brain has almost been dazzled by her own desires, and now she only thinks about needs. She has been depressed for too long, too long, for a whole hundred years, she needs a man, needs a man to love her , Love hard.
Zhang Yuan didn't even think about it. He sucked her soft lips in one mouth, held the two trembling soft lips with both hands, and then bent the knees slightly, so that the protuberance was stronger, and Zhang Yuan's knees were quickly polished. Faster and faster, more and more fierce... Although it is not what Ruojing needs most, but this rapid and powerful grinding has made her tremble comfortably, panting, rolling her eyes, and flowing floral dew, Zhang Yuan feels that there is something The drop of water rolled down his calf.
"Airo, I want to~" Ruo Jing became more and more courageous, and suddenly let go of Zhang Yuan's knees desperately, and then the two snow-white legs flashed like a fright, and instantly clamped Zhang Yuan's waist, wanting to...
"No!" Zhang Yuan felt that to stop her wanting behavior, no matter how happy she was, Zhang Yuan could not accept that a beautiful woman turned into an ugly and disgusting corpse in an instant in front of her. If it was really like that, Zhang Yuan estimated I will have psychological barriers in doing things with women in my life.
"Haha, no." Ruojing smiled delicately, and then said: "Is Airang willing to help me open the back door that no one has ever entered?"
Zhang Yuan looked down and saw that besides the normal door door, there was another entrance between the plump and white scents. It was a little bit of dark chrysanthemum, which was tempting to pick.
Zhang Yuan swallowed his saliva and burst the chrysanthemum! I have heard of it, but I haven't done it. Looking at the tightly closed narrow, absolutely no man has entered, and he has never played such a game, which made Zhang Yuan's heart a strange excitement.
"Sister Ning, will it hurt?" Zhang Yuan said, touching the pink dark chrysanthemum with the tip of his finger.
"I can't take care of it!" For hundreds of years, Ruojing, since you are so urgent, then I will try. Thinking about it, Zhang Yuan swallowed his saliva frantically, adjusted his posture slightly, and squeezed towards the shallow and moist dark powder...
"Huh! It hurts... lightly~" A heart-stirring call came from Ruojing's throat. Although she frowned, she could see that the pain was much less because of love, so she did It hurts, but it didn’t hurt to the point that it was unbearable, so Zhang Yuan boldly and slowly strengthened his strength. When it went a little deeper, the extremely tight package inside made Zhang Yuan comfortable and unable to breathe. The feeling was Zhang Yuan. Yuan has never enjoyed it before, it is wonderful, enjoy it like a god.
After a short period of adaptation for Ruojing, Zhang Yuan couldn't wait to start his movements. Today he also held back for a long time. He could not bear his urgent need for a long time. Until now, it is like a spring being suppressed to its limit and then released. The hand can imagine the height of the rebound.
Zhang Yuan sang all the way with great bravery, and Ruo Jing also found a more suitable position. The low and fierce breathing matched the woman's unbearable and painful screams, and there was the sound of meat. The scene at this moment can be described as incredibly fragrant and gorgeous. peak.
Zhang Yuan, who exploded the chrysanthemum for the first time, and Ruo Jing, who was exploded for the first time, both felt that this time was really too fast. In fact, practitioners like them are practicing for men and women, and they can take a long time. It’s very long, but it’s completely different from the normal stimulus. It makes them crazy. After a while, Ruo Jing shivered like chaff. At the same time, Zhang Yuan’s volcano also erupted in an instant. The men and women climbed the sky at the same time. The end.
If the emperor wants it to perish, he must first make it crazy. After frantically rejoicing, Zhang Yuan's countless descendants and grandchildren perished in the depths of Ruojing's dark chrysanthemum, and the two crazy people were also lying on the floor embracing each other as if they were out of strength.
Gradually, the breathing became quiet, and the undulating chest slowed down, while Zhang Yuan gently hugged Ruojing from behind, playing with her pair of soft bulges while gently biting the back of her neck. In contrast, women take longer to relax, so after a good thing is done, it is better to use actions and words to comfort you.
"You said before that you are still good, didn't you just talk about the back?" Zhang Yuan asked in a low voice.
"No, I'm also in front of you."
"En? What do you mean? Haven't you been practising Joyful Zen for hundreds of years?"
"Hehe, it's like this. Huanxi Zen has a characteristic, that is, the woman's membrane will move back, because I was a virgin when I first practiced, so under the training of my master, I kept that layer of membrane and cultivated in this way. It's good, so in a sense, I will always be a virgin."
"Oh, that's the case, so when you and the man are practicing, won't they touch that layer of membrane?" Zhang Yuan asked again.
"Yes, now that layer of membrane has moved to the door of the inner palace, a place that a man can't reach at all."
This time Yuan understood why the exploration consciousness identified this woman as a very suitable cultivator, because her hymen has never been broken, and she has practiced joy meditation, so the energy accumulated in her body for hundreds of years is very suitable for Taohua Gong Pick up.
Both of them are cultivators, so they don't need a long rest. Zhang Yuan saw that he was about to move around again, but he felt that it was late and didn't want Miko and the others to wait for a long time, so the two dressed up and walked out of the hut.
When she reached the long and narrow passage, Ruojing had changed back to the appearance of an old nun. She asked, "Are you sure of dealing with Long Baichuan? Do you need my help?"
Zhang Yuan smiled bitterly, "Seriously, I am not sure at all, but what is the use of your help? His current skill is so powerful that you can hardly imagine it. Although I have acquired the skill that has been passed down from generation to generation in Taohuamen, but I am Not even a certainty."
Ruojing slowed down and asked, "Have you played against him?"
"No." Zhang Yuan shook his head, "If I fight against him, I won't have a chance to see you."
Ruo Jing stopped again, "Is he so powerful?"
"Yes."
Jing took another step, but in her heart she made up her mind that she must go to see Long Baichuan, and use her feelings and Dharma for hundreds of years to inspire each other, just like the Buddha has been doing for many years, cutting meat and serving eagles. Cross people with oneself.
The two of them talked and walked, and soon they walked out of the passage. When Zhang Yuan stepped out of the plaque that read "The sea of bitterness is endless, turning back is the shore", he suddenly found that the black suits in his field of vision had obviously increased. Those who looked like Winson had murderous intent in their eyes that could not be concealed.
As a top agent, he felt danger instantly.
"Not good!" Zhang Yuan whispered, and Gu Buduo said, grabbing Master Ruojing's arm and quickly retracting the passage. At almost the same time, a gun banged, and a bullet penetrated the layers. Yusi hit the spot where Zhang Yuan stood just now.