Are you still afraid that the snow holy fruit will not be able to get it?

Lesang did not answer immediately, but hesitated.

Master Xuanyu said that you must not offend the Ouyang family.

If you cooperate with this old man, it would be impossible to get along with the Ouyang family. Which one is more important...

Moreover, the Snow Holy Fruit may not be able to save Li Yuan’s life. Should she take this risk?

It's at night, at midnight.

"Junior sister, you are getting more and more beautiful." Setting up a barrier, Jianren began to become unscrupulous.

The chest was covered in coldness, and Hongyu raised her head: "Senior brother, hurry up, it's so cold."

"Is it cold?" He smiled badly, pulled his palm hard, and all her clothes slid down. Jianren held her into his arms and wrapped her in: "Is it still cold?"

"Cold." She trembled gently.

How could she not be cold when she was still on the top of this snow-capped mountain?

"Be good, senior brother will warm you up soon." His hot palm slowly brushed across her curves, then buried his head and bit it bit it, making her tremble with each stroke.

Her body gradually became hot and she let out a shameful humble moan.

It was pitch black outside the barrier and there was no sound at all.

He became more and more involved, and finally knelt on the ground, holding her thighs with both hands, and tasting the deepest sweetness in her.

Her face gradually became distorted and she shouted in pain.

The wind on the top of the snow-capped mountain whizzed from the outside, and the temperature inside was enough to melt the ice and snow.

After doing enough foreplay, she slept directly on the biting ice. Gradually, she began to be dissatisfied: "Senior brother... well... let's change the position."

He was stunned at first, then smiled with satisfaction, turned over and changed the two of them in a different position: "Junior sister, since that's the case, you have to work hard."

"Well..." She responded shyly, twisted her slender waist, and shouted while working hard, her pretty face becoming extremely distorted.

Until the end, she completely collapsed on him and could not move at all.

And he deliberately rammed her one after another. Until she was struggling, she begged for mercy repeatedly, he buried her in her ear and asked in a low voice: "Junior sister, when you go back, we will let the master take Miss Lesang as his disciple, okay?"

He doesn't want to let go of such a beautiful woman.

"Not good." She still preserved her rationality, but her voice was no longer strong.

A chill in his eyes, and suddenly he turned around and pressed her under him again, ruthlessly hitting her.

The wind blew by, and in the night, her voice was so miserable.

Finally, she shouted with a hoarse throat, and she was forced to agree: "Senior brother... please stop... you can do whatever you say... just let that girl enter the Sword Sect... I will ask the master to let that girl enter the Sword Sect..."

"What you said, but it's true?" The cold wind raged on the top of the snow-capped mountain, but he was sweating profusely.

Very tired.

"Yes...yes...sen brother...please stop torture me anymore..." She was like a porcelain doll, with no room for resistance.

In some ways, women are born not rivals to men.

"Okay." He became gentle.

The night is flying, and the blink of an eye is early in the morning.

A red sun rises in the east, and watching the sunrise in the snow-capped mountains makes you feel a different feeling.

If you can ignore the heavy snow in the sky.
Chapter completed!