Under Ye Wudao's coercion and inducement and calls, Murong Xuehen finally began to take off the blue dress with charming eyes. When the tender and white skin gradually exposed to the air, the beauty with her eyes closed and her pink cheeks did not realize that the man with a voluntary invasion of her eyes had already opened up, and her originally calm hands began to gradually climb upward from the perfect arc of her smooth calf.

"Wudao, do you really want it?" Murong Xuehen asked shyly after touching Xuebai Pure Qing's underwear with his fingers. Qiu Shui's long eyes seemed to tease Ye Wudao who was about to collapse.

"Of course, whether the breasts are big or not is the key, whether the beauty is beautiful is the key to women. Of course, this care must be continuous to be effective, otherwise it will be a waste of Shan Jiuren. Don't you want a perfect golden breast shape?"

Ye Wudao gently pushed away the little hands that were covering his pink breasts, and kneaded Murong Xuehen from bottom to top from outside to inside, which was flawless. In fact, idiots knew that Murong Xuehen’s Saint Peak did not need such so-called care, but Ye Wudao naturally had to remove a lie in order to be able to sound the sacred place of blasphemy. Ye Wudao has been working tirelessly since he was a child."

"Murong Xuehen is a sacred area, so he was familiar with the warmth of his hands and the appropriate force to massage the plump and plump *** in the grasp of strength and the push of the acupoints, he was extremely skillful.

Just imagine how a man who is extremely proficient in human acupoints and martial arts cultivation reaches its peak. How could he not know how to make women get pleasure in massage!

"But we are always separated, and it seems that we cannot guarantee the sustainability..."

"Ahem, this, you need to seize the opportunity now. Don't worry, I will work harder. You must know that a woman's beauty is a kind of temperament released from the inside out. Since humans have been present, the beauty of a woman's body curve has been regarded as the limit of beauty, and the plump and elegant ** is the source of women's charm, so it's impossible to be careless!"

"but……"

"Having a perfect breast is the precious shining of spirit and connotation, so that the most charming brilliance can bloom in confidence and freedom. Although Xuehen's breasts have already made me salivate. But our goal is that there is no most beautiful, only more beautiful! Maintaining a young attitude is a persistent pursuit of women throughout their lives. We should prepare for it early. Don't you want us to be crazy about grandpa and grandma?"

"Xuehen, is it comfortable to touch like this? Do you want to continue? If I don't say it, I'll stop to sleep."

"Um."

"Is this comfortable or does it imply that you want to sleep with your husband?"

“Friend…comfortable…”

"It turns out that he is an honest and good child. In order to reward Xuehen for being obedient and obedient, my husband decided to spend Wushan with Xuehen!"

The cold moon shines through the windows on the beautiful room. The perfect combination of men and women on the big bed performs the most primitive behavior of human beings, but because of the holiness of women and the evil darkness of men, this scene seems mysterious and harmonious.

The woman's pure face, which was not dusty, bloomed with the charming charm of all living beings, and her snow-white body was tightly entangled with the man's body that was brutal and refined, trying to melt the man's body with tenderness. The man's wild and gentle impact seemed to be trying to rub the woman into his body. The friction and impact of the two of them made the already in harmony more harmonious...

After the passion, Ye Wudao gently stroked Murong Xuehen's black hair and smooth back who were nestled in his chest. Although he had a sense of melting and sublimation in his body and mind, Nangong Sunflower and Cao Tianding were like two hateful flies flying around in his heart. This made him determined to prepare for his actions against these two guys in the near future. The "shadow" who, together with "Shura Purgatory" and "Shidan Angel", was praised as the three major killer organizations in the world, finally opened his sharp fangs to the enemy again after disappearing.

Ye Wuxing, who pursues the ultimate perfection, decides that one thing will do his best to make it as flawless as the woman around him. First of all, Nangong Sanhui is the top master on the fifth-ranked Dragon List of Chinese Swords, and it is almost impossible to kill such a erratic swordsman. Of course, this is for others. Ye Wudao is not despised. The outcome of the confrontation with Nangong Sanhui does not need to be inferred. The key is who prevents this super master who may give up his desperate attempt and chooses to escape with injuries. Is it the dragon group without Long Yue or Ye Yin Zhixin, a master of kendo and ninjutsu who cannot be completely cured in the near future?

Secondly, Cao Tianding, the sword king who obeys the extraordinary character of the Emperor's Master Liu Yunxiu, may still have a dragon soul indirectly obeying him. Without Long Yue, the seven members of the dragon group, may not be able to compete with the soul team in the Dragon Gang's "soul" unit. Although Cao Tianding only ranks eighth on the dragon list, this does not necessarily mean that Cao Tianding is inferior to Nangong Huanhui, who holds the power of the Dao Taia. The holy qualifier "Huangquan" in the sword was once praised by Qinglong as the world's number one domineering soldier!

Nangong Huanhui, who has been in harmony with the Nangong family, has no so-called background. His twenty-year arrogant career has made him countless enemies. The Nangong Huanhui has long been separated from this crazy man who only has the sword in his heart. Whether this is a superficial work or a real idea, Nangong Huanhui's death has no more special significance than causing a tide of the underworld.

But Cao Tianding is different. Behind him is the emperor teacher Liu Yunxiu, the third of the top ten threats in Asia, arranged by Dongfang Leng Yu, and not to mention the gang leader of the Dragon Gang, who is still in dispersed. When he thinks of the close connection between Dragon Soul and the Chinese government, he feels uneasy. It seems that this operation must involve some forces that were always lurking under the water.

What Murong Xuehen likes and is most obsessed with is Ye Wudao, the unrestrained prodigal son, frowns and pondering. He likes him to lie quietly beside him and completely possess himself. His little hands gently caress his body, which are all signs of mature men. There are still a few men in this world who have such brilliant traces! Although each scar makes her feel heartbroken, her heart is also filled with happiness and pride. How many women can have the favor of such a man?

"Xuehen, do you think that Huang Quan, the world's number one domineering soldier, or Tai A, the sword of the Power, sounds more arrogant?"

Ye Wudao put his hand on his back and followed Xuen's tender skin into Murong Xuehen's buttocks, and asked with a smile. After realizing that the princelings could truly become the top master, he sent Xiao Pojun to Grandpa Gan for the highest technology and the most cruel training. Ye Wudao knew that this kind of training was not only to tap a person's maximum potential, but more importantly, it was to torture your mental to a level that was amazing enough to expand. Ye Wudao could clearly feel the huge potential of Xiao Pojun, so he hoped that Xiao Pojun could be strong enough to lead the War Soul Hall to deal with various super-strength strikes. Now he was considering whether he should give him the power of Nangong Sun Reincarnation "Tai Ah" or the domineering soldier "Huang Quan" of Cao Tianding.

Murong Xuehen, who was suddenly invaded, moaned with charming eyes like ripples of autumn water. Although his eyes were so sad, he still quietly changed his sleeping position and made Ye Wudao's hand easier to enter the shy and mysterious back garden. The slightly moist feeling and the subtle friction of his beloved man covered her skin with a hazy pink color.

"The world's number one dominant soldier, what a dark weapon, Huangquan, whisper, it is rumored that Li Marxuan, a hundred years ago, won the throne of the king on the dragon list for two consecutive times with this Huangquan. Although Tai'a, the sword of the Power, fell behind one place on the weapon list, he was also an ancient divine weapon that had been famous for a long time, and they were all holy soldiers that were hard to come by!"

Ye Wudao gently tied up and slowly twisted the wet garden that was charming and lustful in Murong Xuehen's holy and mysterious. Murong Xuehen's snake-like body gradually began to tremble, slowly and involuntarily pressed against Ye Wudao's body to seek warmth and stimulation. Her body always bloomed to the fullest face of Ye Wudao. Although many times she was worried about whether her performance in bed would be too slutty, Ye Wudao did not tell her that this was the temperament that a peerless beauty born with a charming beauty should have. Behind the most sacred temperament is the most unrestrained charm towards her beloved man!

"I think that 'Huangquan' sounds more powerful, the world's number one domineering soldier, and it sounds like a tragic atmosphere. And it seems that the domineering sword and the elegance of the sword are completely different. No matter how unparalleled Tai Agu sword is, it feels like it has an aristocratic atmosphere in the end."

"Well, then you will dominate the army. As for Wei Dao Taia, he will give Peacock a gift. Anyway, I still owe her a suitable gift."

Ye Wudao said relievedly, put his fingers on Murong Xuehen's lips and stared at this springy face with ambiguous expression. Men all over the world were crazy and jealous. Murong Xuehen obediently opened his warm mouth and took his fingers and sucked slowly. From time to time, he mischievously used the smooth and tender lilac tongue to lick his fingertips. Ye Wudao, who closed his eyes so comfortably, slowly felt the supreme comfort, because Murong Xuehen had one hand that had begun to quietly hold his hot and firm and slowly start to stroking it.

Murong Xuehen, who was carefully sucking Ye Wudao's fingers, slowly pushed him down and moaned slightly, climbed onto him and let his soft breasts be tightly warmed to Ye Wudao's lips. The two of them used another more teasing and delicate way to vent their inner thrills, lips, fingers, and lower bodies. The two of them enjoyed this sweet night without any scruples...

Ye Qingge, who was standing quietly on the balcony next door, ran into her room with a blushing face, and her cold and peaceful temperament was in vain.
Chapter completed!