The beautiful woman had already held Zhao Wujiang's right index finger in her hand, and rubbed Zhao Wujiang's fingers with her wet and hot tongue. Her eyes were as charming as silk, full of provocation, and she said vaguely:

"Husband, do you want to try a job I just learned?"

Her delicate body had already been pressed up, and the hot aura of lust also came to her face.

As the saying goes, a man becomes soft when he is hard, and a man becomes hard when he is soft.

Zhao Wujiang made a little hard and expressed his respect.

Of course, it was definitely not that he was soft-hearted.

Instead, he felt his demonic aura being ready to move, as if he was a little eager for the plump and enchanting woman.

He had thought about filling his demonic energy before, after all, this demonic energy relies on his soul.

Now in the wife of the leader of the Blood God Sect, he felt something that could fill the demonic energy. What exactly might be needed to understand more clearly.

The wife of the Sect Master's eyes were as charming as silk, with spring water flooding in her eyes, and her hair was as bright as a waterfall. She was slightly bound by a hair rope and hung on her chest. This was an extremely dangerous hairstyle.

It seems to be called a wife's hairstyle.

"Madam, your hairstyle is very dangerous." Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly and hugged the wife of the leader of the Blood God Sect and entered the house.

The headmaster's wife tried her best to tease her, and said vaguely:

"Husband, you are also in danger. I will make you unable to withstand it today."

After entering the wing room, the door was closed with a bang.

Then, the sound of clothes being torn and broken, the sound of whimpering and swallowing, the sound of saliva sucking, the sound of heavy breathing, the sound of humming, the sound of various, various, messy, whispering, um, hum, dumb, until you can't hear it

True.

"Dear readers, don't worry, as a war correspondent, the demon wind will continue to follow and report it for you."

A gust of wind blew in front of the door of the room, and a wisp of evil wind from our reporter walked through the crack of the door of the room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a thin layer of purple mist filled the wing room. It was obviously purple mist, but there seemed to be a touch of pink floating.

The situation in the room was not real, but the sound could be heard a lot.

It seemed that the two of them had a pleasant conversation. The sect leader's wife was constantly confronted, and the muffled groans were mixed with pain.

Zhao Wujiang also stood up for his own experience, slapped, hugged, and rubbed his injustice.

In the hazy state, someone sat on another person, as if he was pinching the neck of the person under him, and as if he was grabbing his wrist, he began to fight together.

Mount Tai is pressing on the top, the sun rises and the moon sets, the path is wrapped around, and the ups and downs are repeated, but the moves are not single.

I don’t know who can’t resist who, but the man who was bullying the lower body shaking and his branches trembled.

Soon, the fight seemed to end, and another round of verbal confrontation was continuous, and there was constant cursing.

The demon wind can't hear it clearly, only some fragmented words.

What a dead ghost, you hate it, you don’t know how to cherish the fragrance and jade, you are ruthless, you draw your sword and don’t leave your body.

When will the mandarin oranges hug each other? Enemies should be resolved rather than formed!

As a war correspondent, the demonic wind blew over and blew closer to the gauze on the bed, trying to mediate the conflict between the two.

But at this time, Zhao Wujiang didn't know what wind was venting. Fortunately, it was not a demonic wind, but it seemed to be a wet wind in the valley.

When I look at it again, it is the boundless legacy.

One thrust and one frowning.

Someone twitched, some frowned.

———

For an hour, the sect leader's wife could not stand it and was officially defeated and collapsed in the bed.

There is a hint of resentment in the eyebrows, and a hint of emotion is still unfinished.

She said shamelessly:

"Husband, why haven't you been so brave before?"

Zhao Wujiang slowly adjusted his breathing in the purple mist. He finally understood what he needed to make up for the consumption of the demonic energy.

It requires Yuanyin, a woman's Yuanyin.

Most of the demonic auras are Yin, especially the demonic auras related to the fox clan.

"Hey." Zhao Wujiang sighed long, but he didn't expect that when he was a fake eunuch, he was forced to have sex with other women.

Now that we have entered this vast world, in order to replenish the demonic energy that relies on our souls, we are also forced to have sex with other women.

"This is probably my life."

Thinking about some readers, there is not one... Zhao Wujiang couldn't help but feel a little sad and wanted to cry.
Chapter completed!