The curtains were flying, as if the clouds were reunited.
The ringtone is like a sudden rain hitting a banana leaf, the sound is crisp, as if it is about to penetrate into the heart.
The lights in front of the screen jumped sharply, but they could only illuminate the small area.
In the darkness that the faint light cannot reach, the shadows are constantly changing, overlapping various shapes, like a beautiful dream in a drowsy and silence, bizarre, and the sky is everywhere.
Li Lie's long eyelashes are slightly closed, his eyes are hazy, as if he is like a deep pool filled with smugness under the moonlit night. In the confusion, he occasionally sees ripples.
The two thin calves were raised high behind the man's waist, their toes tightened, and they swayed as the man's crotch moved, one by one.
Li Lieyue frowned slightly, as if she was a little unbearable. She murmured softly and gracefully, and then said intermittently: Husband, Si Hongqingyan's affairs...I...I don't care...
Seeing that Senior Sister Li could forgive him, Pei Ling completely relieved her. He was hesitating whether to explain the other two furnaces and cauldrons together so that he could get the forgiveness of Senior Sister, but he saw Li Lieyue's legs suddenly intertwined and wrapped around his waist like a snake.
However, I want you to love me hard... than Si Hongqingyan inserted her hard under me a hundred times and a thousand times...
The slender legs are white and beautiful, as if carved from mutton fat jade, and are smooth and soft, as if boneless.
However, when exerting force, it was surprisingly flexible, as if it wanted to cut him into two pieces.
The flesh of the flower hole was tightly contracting, as if it was angry. It actually inserted into other flower holes, and it must squeeze out all the juice from the penis without leaving any drops.
Pei Ling's penis suddenly became more comfortable. He immediately ignored those trivial matters, pressed his senior sister's buttocks tightly with both hands, and began to devote himself to the cultivation of wet flesh with the flower-like flesh.
咕 Jie …… 咕 Jie …… 咕 ……
The dressing mirror in the corner reflects a restless curtain of tents.
The snow-white shark silk rolled repeatedly in the dark night, like the waves shrouded by the twilight.
It pushed up layer by layer and retreated layer by layer.
As we advance and retreat, the wind roars.
The wind echoed throughout the hall and brushed into the tent, but could not dispel the burning heat at the moment.
The intense movements, mixed with depression and low humming, came one after another...
********************
Three days and three nights later.
Go to that palace.
Bathhouse.
In the lotus-like jade pond, the water is clear and the sound of the water is loud.
The heavy veil curtains hang from the top of the hall, like the fog at dawn, thick and elegant, and wanting to cover up and disperse, which is a kind of soft hesitation.
After a while, the fierce wind mixed with water vapor rolled them up high.
Like the waves at high tide, roaring, rushing towards the land angrily.
Li Lieyue held the edge of the bath with both hands, raised her chin high, and the lines on her neck were tightly stretched, like a bow that had been pulled to the extreme.
The black hair is scattered behind the head, and it is floating on the water surface, like an angry ink-colored lotus.
A few strands were wet by the pool water, and as the wind tides stuck to her face, the scattered hair trembled, the plain white face looked like Yutan.
The bright white hidden in the darkness is filled with scattered depravity.
Pei Ling stood behind Li Lieyue, holding his beautiful buttocks raised high with both hands, and thrusting his lower body at high speed, constantly splashing water.
The penis was already very skillful and squeezed into the flower core again and again, and the tender flesh of the flower core had long given up resisting, softening into a weak and fattening place to welcome the grinding of the glans.
There was a continuous stream of honey liquid as rich as egg whites flowing down her hips and legs, spreading in the water to form a transparent water circle with slightly different colors.
The wind is full of water, and the veil is dancing freely...
At this moment, the sound of Jiao Nihong's forehead suddenly came from outside: Lord, Master, Shaofutu, the Reincarnation Tower, came to ask for the Saint Son!
Li Lieyue's eyelashes drooped, closed her eyes, frowned, and looked like pain and joy. He swallowed a scream, and only let out a low voice, then replied: Let him wait!
Outside the hall, Jiao Ni lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, bent her knees and said: Yes!
Hurry up!
A loud sound of water came out, and Pei Ling pulled Li Liyue into his arms, turned her back on the pool wall, faced him, and leaned down.
The originally graceful and undulating curves have no gaps in an instant.
Soft, warm, smooth... The fingertips go down, the slender waist hidden in the water is not full, it is as graceful as willows, and then below it is...
Crazy, Crazy, Crazy…
The sound of water is getting louder, and the curtain is tumbling rapidly, like the waves when the wind blows.
The penis was short and thrust rapidly, trembling.
The flower hole was tight and wet, shrinking and sucking.
While flying freely, Li Liyue's face occasionally showed off, with plain and ink hair and red lips, which contrasted with each other. It was a pure and lustful beauty. She closed her eyes slightly, leaned back with her slender neck, grabbed Pei Ling's fingertips on her shoulders, and showed a blue-white color as she used force, as if a white crane was constantly being sent to the clouds by the waves.
Another hour passed, Pei Ling ended his cultivation with an unfulfilled desire.
The ripples in Li Liyue's star eyes were still rippling, and the black hair was scattered, leaning softly against him.
After calming down his breath, Pei Ling said: Go to see Shaofu Tu Ling first, and then continue practicing when you come back.
Li Lieyue gasped for a few moments and said: Yes.
The two quickly changed into new robes. After dressing, Pei Ling naturally hugged Li Lieyue and headed towards the outsider.
At this moment, in the side hall that was used to entertain guests in the palace, the white bone fire was burning quietly, illuminating the entire palace.
Although it was already visible, there was still a lingering feeling of coldness and coldness in the entire palace.
In the guest seat, Shaofu Turu sat with his sleeves closed, closing his eyes to rest, waiting patiently.
At the entrance of the hall not far away, there were two ghost maids with ink-eyed eyes, both wearing pairs of maids, with beautiful appearances. Under their knees, smoke skirts fluttered, and stood quietly.
Time passed quietly, and the surroundings were as quiet as death.
Suddenly, Shaofu Tu Ling opened his eyes and looked at the door of the hall.
The next moment, the door several feet high opened silently, and Pei Ling and Li Lieyue entered hand in hand.
Holy Son, Holy Maiden.Shaofu Tu Ling immediately stood up and greeted him.
Pei Ling nodded slightly: Shaofu Tu Ling has been waiting for a long time.
Li Lieyue didn't speak, but just nodded slightly.
The two sides exchanged a brief greeting and then took a seat.
The maid guarding the gate did not need to give instructions, and quietly came up to change the tea cup and presented the spiritual fruit pastry.
Pei Ling picked up the tea and sipped it, and asked straight to the point: I don’t know what happened to Shaofutu Ling?
Shaofu Tu Ling said: I have received news these days that Su Zhen Tiantianji has returned from Qingyao Mountain on the other side of the fake Taoist road.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should have been transformed into a god.
Ning Wuye, the Hanan Sword Sect, has lived in seclusion in the past six months, and has almost never appeared on the battlefield.
But half a year later, the possibility of his transformation into a god was also very high.
Therefore, among the pseudo-Dao peers, there are a total of four people who have entered the realm of transformation of the gods.
They are Fu Xuanxu, the Daozi of Jiuyi Mountain, the crown prince of the Liuvian Dynasty, the crown prince of the Suzhen Tiantian Ji Yan Minghuà, and the sword Zi Ning Wuye of the Han An Sword Sect.
On the other hand, we are the Holy Way side.
But only I and the Son have entered the transformation of God.
And I fought with Jiuyishan Daozi Fu Xuanxu many times, but it was hard to tell the difference.
Therefore, in the next battle against the pseudo-sacred war, the Holy Son also asked to take action against the other three.
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling frowned immediately, dealing with Zhongkui Yueji, Ning Wuye and Yan Minghuà?
Let’s not talk about Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye, Yan Minghuà is his woman now!
Let him deal with his own woman?
hehe……
However, considering that Jiu Ali's plan to lead the position for him, even in order to drive the younger generation of the Demon Sect, it is obviously not appropriate to refuse like this directly.
The ringtone is like a sudden rain hitting a banana leaf, the sound is crisp, as if it is about to penetrate into the heart.
The lights in front of the screen jumped sharply, but they could only illuminate the small area.
In the darkness that the faint light cannot reach, the shadows are constantly changing, overlapping various shapes, like a beautiful dream in a drowsy and silence, bizarre, and the sky is everywhere.
Li Lie's long eyelashes are slightly closed, his eyes are hazy, as if he is like a deep pool filled with smugness under the moonlit night. In the confusion, he occasionally sees ripples.
The two thin calves were raised high behind the man's waist, their toes tightened, and they swayed as the man's crotch moved, one by one.
Li Lieyue frowned slightly, as if she was a little unbearable. She murmured softly and gracefully, and then said intermittently: Husband, Si Hongqingyan's affairs...I...I don't care...
Seeing that Senior Sister Li could forgive him, Pei Ling completely relieved her. He was hesitating whether to explain the other two furnaces and cauldrons together so that he could get the forgiveness of Senior Sister, but he saw Li Lieyue's legs suddenly intertwined and wrapped around his waist like a snake.
However, I want you to love me hard... than Si Hongqingyan inserted her hard under me a hundred times and a thousand times...
The slender legs are white and beautiful, as if carved from mutton fat jade, and are smooth and soft, as if boneless.
However, when exerting force, it was surprisingly flexible, as if it wanted to cut him into two pieces.
The flesh of the flower hole was tightly contracting, as if it was angry. It actually inserted into other flower holes, and it must squeeze out all the juice from the penis without leaving any drops.
Pei Ling's penis suddenly became more comfortable. He immediately ignored those trivial matters, pressed his senior sister's buttocks tightly with both hands, and began to devote himself to the cultivation of wet flesh with the flower-like flesh.
咕 Jie …… 咕 Jie …… 咕 ……
The dressing mirror in the corner reflects a restless curtain of tents.
The snow-white shark silk rolled repeatedly in the dark night, like the waves shrouded by the twilight.
It pushed up layer by layer and retreated layer by layer.
As we advance and retreat, the wind roars.
The wind echoed throughout the hall and brushed into the tent, but could not dispel the burning heat at the moment.
The intense movements, mixed with depression and low humming, came one after another...
********************
Three days and three nights later.
Go to that palace.
Bathhouse.
In the lotus-like jade pond, the water is clear and the sound of the water is loud.
The heavy veil curtains hang from the top of the hall, like the fog at dawn, thick and elegant, and wanting to cover up and disperse, which is a kind of soft hesitation.
After a while, the fierce wind mixed with water vapor rolled them up high.
Like the waves at high tide, roaring, rushing towards the land angrily.
Li Lieyue held the edge of the bath with both hands, raised her chin high, and the lines on her neck were tightly stretched, like a bow that had been pulled to the extreme.
The black hair is scattered behind the head, and it is floating on the water surface, like an angry ink-colored lotus.
A few strands were wet by the pool water, and as the wind tides stuck to her face, the scattered hair trembled, the plain white face looked like Yutan.
The bright white hidden in the darkness is filled with scattered depravity.
Pei Ling stood behind Li Lieyue, holding his beautiful buttocks raised high with both hands, and thrusting his lower body at high speed, constantly splashing water.
The penis was already very skillful and squeezed into the flower core again and again, and the tender flesh of the flower core had long given up resisting, softening into a weak and fattening place to welcome the grinding of the glans.
There was a continuous stream of honey liquid as rich as egg whites flowing down her hips and legs, spreading in the water to form a transparent water circle with slightly different colors.
The wind is full of water, and the veil is dancing freely...
At this moment, the sound of Jiao Nihong's forehead suddenly came from outside: Lord, Master, Shaofutu, the Reincarnation Tower, came to ask for the Saint Son!
Li Lieyue's eyelashes drooped, closed her eyes, frowned, and looked like pain and joy. He swallowed a scream, and only let out a low voice, then replied: Let him wait!
Outside the hall, Jiao Ni lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, bent her knees and said: Yes!
Hurry up!
A loud sound of water came out, and Pei Ling pulled Li Liyue into his arms, turned her back on the pool wall, faced him, and leaned down.
The originally graceful and undulating curves have no gaps in an instant.
Soft, warm, smooth... The fingertips go down, the slender waist hidden in the water is not full, it is as graceful as willows, and then below it is...
Crazy, Crazy, Crazy…
The sound of water is getting louder, and the curtain is tumbling rapidly, like the waves when the wind blows.
The penis was short and thrust rapidly, trembling.
The flower hole was tight and wet, shrinking and sucking.
While flying freely, Li Liyue's face occasionally showed off, with plain and ink hair and red lips, which contrasted with each other. It was a pure and lustful beauty. She closed her eyes slightly, leaned back with her slender neck, grabbed Pei Ling's fingertips on her shoulders, and showed a blue-white color as she used force, as if a white crane was constantly being sent to the clouds by the waves.
Another hour passed, Pei Ling ended his cultivation with an unfulfilled desire.
The ripples in Li Liyue's star eyes were still rippling, and the black hair was scattered, leaning softly against him.
After calming down his breath, Pei Ling said: Go to see Shaofu Tu Ling first, and then continue practicing when you come back.
Li Lieyue gasped for a few moments and said: Yes.
The two quickly changed into new robes. After dressing, Pei Ling naturally hugged Li Lieyue and headed towards the outsider.
At this moment, in the side hall that was used to entertain guests in the palace, the white bone fire was burning quietly, illuminating the entire palace.
Although it was already visible, there was still a lingering feeling of coldness and coldness in the entire palace.
In the guest seat, Shaofu Turu sat with his sleeves closed, closing his eyes to rest, waiting patiently.
At the entrance of the hall not far away, there were two ghost maids with ink-eyed eyes, both wearing pairs of maids, with beautiful appearances. Under their knees, smoke skirts fluttered, and stood quietly.
Time passed quietly, and the surroundings were as quiet as death.
Suddenly, Shaofu Tu Ling opened his eyes and looked at the door of the hall.
The next moment, the door several feet high opened silently, and Pei Ling and Li Lieyue entered hand in hand.
Holy Son, Holy Maiden.Shaofu Tu Ling immediately stood up and greeted him.
Pei Ling nodded slightly: Shaofu Tu Ling has been waiting for a long time.
Li Lieyue didn't speak, but just nodded slightly.
The two sides exchanged a brief greeting and then took a seat.
The maid guarding the gate did not need to give instructions, and quietly came up to change the tea cup and presented the spiritual fruit pastry.
Pei Ling picked up the tea and sipped it, and asked straight to the point: I don’t know what happened to Shaofutu Ling?
Shaofu Tu Ling said: I have received news these days that Su Zhen Tiantianji has returned from Qingyao Mountain on the other side of the fake Taoist road.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should have been transformed into a god.
Ning Wuye, the Hanan Sword Sect, has lived in seclusion in the past six months, and has almost never appeared on the battlefield.
But half a year later, the possibility of his transformation into a god was also very high.
Therefore, among the pseudo-Dao peers, there are a total of four people who have entered the realm of transformation of the gods.
They are Fu Xuanxu, the Daozi of Jiuyi Mountain, the crown prince of the Liuvian Dynasty, the crown prince of the Suzhen Tiantian Ji Yan Minghuà, and the sword Zi Ning Wuye of the Han An Sword Sect.
On the other hand, we are the Holy Way side.
But only I and the Son have entered the transformation of God.
And I fought with Jiuyishan Daozi Fu Xuanxu many times, but it was hard to tell the difference.
Therefore, in the next battle against the pseudo-sacred war, the Holy Son also asked to take action against the other three.
Upon hearing this, Pei Ling frowned immediately, dealing with Zhongkui Yueji, Ning Wuye and Yan Minghuà?
Let’s not talk about Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye, Yan Minghuà is his woman now!
Let him deal with his own woman?
hehe……
However, considering that Jiu Ali's plan to lead the position for him, even in order to drive the younger generation of the Demon Sect, it is obviously not appropriate to refuse like this directly.
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