His life seems to be crushed, reorganized, crushed, and then reorganized.
In those years, the collapse was the normal.
But after climbing from the peak of power from the bloody quagmire, those collapse was a long time ago.
Until this time, the sweat flowed down from the forehead, and the long and black eyelashes were rolled from the thin white eyelids, which blurred his beast -like eyes.
He used the hot knife on his body to roughly into the moment when he thought about his body.
He said that she would use her to "sacrifice the sword" and said more than once, she forgot about it.
This body is so soft and fragile. It should be painful when he is deeply pierced by his blade, right?
She was shaking, tightening his shoulders, sweating all over, but stubbornly refused to ask for mercy, red and beautiful eyes looked at him.
"Cang ... Joe ... You ..."
Do you think he will let her go? Is the fragile and confusing her in his previous pretending?
But his blade pierced into her body so happy, and the blood that was as sticky and hot as blood flowed across the blade, and the feeling of his plain white hands ......
Like travelers in the desert, I finally drank a pot of water, and when the warm and hot water went down the throat.
All thirst is comforted.
How much he likes her dying crushing beauty.
It's so numb to the scalp, the strange comfort is no reason, it is white in front of the eyes.
He remembered that when he first killed, the long sword was covered with blood.
Cang Qiao smiled darkly and happily. He really liked the knife, the knife of any meaning.
Those depressed madness sprayed out, sweat flowing across the eyes, stinging, but he didn't want to close his eyes, he just felt painful.
"Ha ..." He smiled hoarsely and clasped her back deadly. No wonder some beasts were obsessed with these things, so it turned out.
He is also a cruel beast, how much he cherishes her before.
How much do you want to use his blade now to break her.
Let her feel the same as her collapse.
"Cang Qiao ... don't do this ..." She cried crying, and she begged and begged, and her soft breath passed through his ears.
The night wind is so cool, the water under the boat is so ice, only tears, the limbs and breathing are hot.
She even stretched out his hands to gently stroke his shoulders that were too strong because of too hard, as if this weak comfort could replace a trace of relieving the room for surviving.
"Well ..." He laughed again, ah, his little mother was so stupid, a good person
She is still soothing herself, and she is hard to protect herself.
How did she know what kind of power she gave him to insult her?
She wanted to protect him, but she couldn't think that he just wanted to crush her cruelly with her own blade.
He pulled her knees to the maximum, suppressing her struggle, and pierced it calmly and fiercely, watching her cry from endurance to crying for mercy.
Under the cold moon, the waterfall of the cold and turbulent water will hit those fragile ships and crush all those ships.
Why is he only collapsed by him?
She also has to collapse before it can.
He let herself penetrate into every inch of her soft skin, humid and sticky, collapsed and dizzy.
Unscrupulous invasion, crushing and leaving all the marks that belong to themselves.
The cold moon looked at this "murder" indifferently.
Do you surrender?
Yes, surrender, he surrendered under the skirt of crazy and collapse.
She is the god who saves him and is also a play. This chapter has been completed!