Men's happiness is often so unpretentious and pure.
If you like it, get started, and if you have the opportunity, take advantage of it. As long as you can get some sweetness, you will be happy and confused.
Just some physical contact made them happy and willing to listen to Xuanyang's orders.
And they all like Xuanyang's character very much. She is generous and not pretentious, and she is not like other saints who always put on airs. She is extremely approachable and has no defense against them.
It was obvious that they were taking advantage of each other, but Xuanyang was not angry at all and treated them like family members.
Under various friendly exchanges of holding hands, hugging waists, and hugging shoulders, Xuanyang baby easily managed a lot of old perverts.
But he was also a little nervous.
There seems to be something wrong with these guys. They always like to move their hands and feet when talking, which is very annoying.
He was still too naive and didn't think much about it.
I think it is the unique customs and customs of Jinxiu Prefecture. Good brothers get along so closely with each other. I can't be too strange to avoid being laughed at as a country bumpkin.
Slowly, more and more people came after hearing the news.
In the end, they all fell into Xuanyang's orchid fingers and the sound of clamps.
Although some people suspected that Xuanyang was a man, after all, the breasts cannot be said to be completely absent, only flat.
But when Xuanyang briefly took off the curtain hat on his head, revealing his peerless face, all doubts disappeared instantly.
It's so beautiful!
The face is delicate and elegant, and the skin is more frost-resistant than snow.
The eyes are sparkling with water, the eyelashes are blinking, and there is a enchanting light, and the pear smile is full of charm, and one look can make people fall.
Lang Qing, the arsonist who came to the scene after hearing the news, happened to be dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
There is indeed such a person in life. When you see her for the first time, you already know that she belongs in this life.
Lang Qing's heart was like a deer, thinking that any beauty in the world could not compare with the sight of Xuanyang.
Just one glance, and it seems that a happy and beautiful life has already passed in my mind.
Lang Qing even thought of his grandson's name.
"Miss Ji, you belong to me, and no one can try to steal it from me."
When he saw the stinky men surrounding Xuanyang, he was filled with jealousy.
Then he took the opportunity to get close to Xuanyang and showed his courtesy in various ways.
When other people saw this, they showed no signs of weakness and became jealous, and these sexual embryos soon became entangled.
As a result, Xuanyang became more and more famous and attracted more and more people.
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The moon is on the willow branches, and people are about to arrive at dusk.
The lakeside of a quiet small lake in Qianyang Forest.
Zhen Zhen, the sixth supreme elder of the Fenghuaxueyue Sect, finally met the shameless old man she had longed for.
No one would have thought that an old woman like Zhen Zhen, who was buried up to her neck in dirt, could live such an unruly life and still have trysts with others.
"Langlang, you are finally willing to come and see me."
When Zhen Zhen saw the man appearing, her cloudy old eyes showed joy, and she couldn't help but go up to him.
But as soon as he got closer, he pretended to be cool and snorted coldly: "Humph, if you don't go to see your little demon/spirit, why do you come to see me?"
The person who met her was a middle-aged man.
He has a tall figure, straight facial features, sharp edges and corners, and his temples are mixed with silver threads, which makes him look quite powerful and domineering.
He is Lang Qihong, the master of Fumeng Pavilion, Lang Qing's father, a well-known big shot.
If anyone saw this scene, they would probably be shocked. It is simply unimaginable that Lang Qihong actually had an affair with Zhen Zhen.
"Azhen, what are you talking about? There is no such thing as a little demon/spirit, only Lao Beibi."
Lang Qihong obviously dealt with this situation not once or twice. He was very experienced. He stepped forward and hugged Zhen Zhen tightly into his arms domineeringly.
Next, it was supposed to be a forced kiss without saying anything.
But when he lowered his head and saw Zhen Zhen's wrinkled face, he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart and couldn't stop talking.
"I don't believe it. You must have found the younger one without telling me."
Zhen Zhen was very satisfied with this, but she still felt dissatisfied and felt very insecure.
Lang Qihong chuckled: "You know me well. I can swear that I'm not looking for someone younger."
When he said this, he was very confident and it didn't look like he was lying.
But he didn't tell the truth. He really didn't look for the younger one, but the older one.
It's not that this guy likes to mess with old lotus roots, but these old women are not only high in power, but also very easy to fool.
You only need to use some small tricks to trick them into applause and make them spin around.
Fumeng Pavilion has developed rapidly over the years, leaping from a second-rate force to a first-rate force, all of which is inseparable from Lang Qihong's hard work.
But unlike the rumors outside, Lang Qihong did not rely on his own strength, but relied on hard work to develop Fumeng Pavilion easily.
Behind his back, he maintained extremely close relationships with many old women in high positions.
After listening to Lang Qihong's sweet words, Zhen Zhen's anger finally subsided, and she complained: "You are so heartless, you don't know, I fell into Ji Mo's plan a few days ago, and almost ended the matter between us.
It's been exposed. What we have been secretly doing is nothing after all. Why don't you divorce the yellow-faced woman at home and marry me."
Lang Qihong's eyebrows jumped wildly, he was most afraid of hearing such words.
He really wanted to say, Zhen Zhen, don't you have some idea in your heart that you don't look in the mirror on weekdays?
Are you the only one qualified to call my wife a yellow-faced woman?
Naturally, it was impossible for him to divorce his wife and marry Zhen Zhen. Not to mention that he couldn't stand the rumors caused by this matter. Who would want to marry such an old woman back home?
Although he is not young, he does not look old, so he naturally dislikes Zhen Zhen.
Now he still had to use Zhen Zhen, but he couldn't fall out. Lang Qihong suppressed his nausea and said some sweet words, and then he coaxed Zhen Zhen.
"Now that the selection of the leader of the Fenghuaxueyue Sect has been suspended, this is not conducive to our plan. What are you going to do next?"
Lang Qihong asked urgently, his words full of complaints.
I feel that Zhen Zhen is such a waste and can't even do such a small thing well.
According to the previous plan, Ling Lan of the Feng Sect was supported as the new leader, but now I'm afraid it won't be easy.
Zhen Zhen gritted her teeth: "Yue Zong has inexplicably created Ji Mo. That boy is quite capable. If he really relies on his strength, the saints from the other three sects should not be able to compete with him. We can only change our plans."
"Boy?"
Lang Qihong's head was full of questions, could the saint be a man?
Zhen Zhen told the whole story, which made Lang Qihong sigh.
Damn, I lost a lot of money.
If I had known that a saint could be a man, at such a young age, I should have done everything possible to sneak into the Fenghuaxueyue Sect, try to become a saint, and compete for the position of leader.
Then, it will be much easier to reach the sky in one step, and you will save thousands of years of struggle.
Thinking of all these years of betraying his beauty and trying every means to please these old women, he felt so aggrieved and sad.
"This mother named Ji is a talented person, she knows how to take shortcuts!"
Lang Qihong was so angry that he gritted his teeth and vowed in his heart that he would kill Ji Mo.
I'm so angry, why wasn't I so smart in the first place?