Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

Rong Xuan continued to ask: "Shutong, are you looking at me? Why are you looking at me?"

Song Shutong pressed his right hand against his heart to prevent it from boiling over and jumping out of his chest.

His voice was like pink medicine to Song Shutong at this moment, making her whole body itch.

Song Shutong suppressed the trembling in his voice: "I'm looking at you, yes, I'm looking at you."

Just when Rong Xuan thought that Song Shutong was going to start praising her like other believers, the smile on her lips grew bigger and bigger.

Bright red blood slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were filled with heavy desire, which looked frightening.

"Because I want to pounce on you, tear your ass off, and then fuck you to death..."

Rong Xuan walked upright on the tree, her inky black hair flying leisurely, and listened attentively when Song Shutong spoke.

But as soon as she said six words, he could hear nothing. The clear sound of birds singing came into his ears, along with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds.

He was somewhat dissatisfied. He wanted to hear Shu Tong speak. Just as he was about to make some hand gestures to remove the Mother Goddess's restraints, he found that his vision became blurry.

The laurel tree, who was fortunate enough to have the Son of God rest on her body for a while, was frightened half to death by Song Shutong's words, fearing that she would climb on her body and offend the Son of God.

It did not spare the stored strength at all, and used all its strength to grow upwards, as if it wanted to fly to the moon.

After Song Shutong could no longer see Rong Xuan, the string of rationality that he had barely maintained broke immediately.

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and his eyes full of fire were filled with black clouds. At first glance, he looked like an irrational madman.

She immediately wanted to chase after him, but there was a huge force, like an invisible mountain pressing down on her, making her unable to move.

Song Shutong's words just now completely angered him. If the child didn't like him, he would have crushed her to death immediately.

The pain of being pressed into the dust was far beyond what Song Shutong could bear. His fingertips trembled and his previously clear eyes turned almost blood red.

The bright red blood flowed from the corners of her eyes like pearls that had broken off the string.

She wanted to laugh out loud, but her throat seemed to be blocked by an invisible ball of cotton, and she couldn't open her mouth no matter how hard she tried.

It's like the right to speak has been deprived by the laws of this world.

But the more this happened, the brighter the smile on Song Shutong's face became, like a mandala rooted in flesh and blood.

Her muscles trembled uncontrollably in great pain, and blood flowed uncontrollably from all of Song Shutong's orifices.

But she still did not give in. The more pain she felt, the brighter the smile on her face.

Song Shutong felt that her mind was in endless chaos, and she thought that she might die.

However, being able to live so carefree once before death is worth it.

Just think about it, besides her, Song Shutong, who else in this world could offend the noble Son of God like this.

But at this moment, a piece of white with a sweet fragrance held her in her arms.

The immortal on the moon didn't need Song Shutong to tie him up, and he descended from the protective branch by himself.

This embrace was extremely cold, yet actually soft. A breeze blew past, and all the illnesses that were weighing on Song Shutong disappeared.

But Song Shutong is a really ungrateful guy.

He hugged the little fairy's waist tightly, and the blood all over his body stained his exquisite and luxurious white robe.

She pressed her cheek against Rong Xuan's, using the coolness from his body to calm her hot blood.

The fragrance on his body is so alluring, like a crushed peony falling into the snow, how can one not be moved.

Rong Xuan said softly: "Are you still willing to look at me?"

His neck trembled slightly as he spoke, making Song Shutong's soul, which was filled with desire, stir.

She didn't say anything in reply, but buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Feeling his softness and shallow warmth.

The bloodstained lips rubbed gently on the side of his neck as if testing it.

The feeling of itching for no apparent reason was very unfamiliar to Rong Xuan, and he couldn't think of a suitable way to deal with this problem.

However, he decided to embrace this unqualified believer in his arms.

Rong Xuan reached out and gently stroked Song Shutong's head, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.

But this noble Son of God probably doesn't know that for a greedy person, the sweet treats you give her will only make her ask for more from you.

Song Shutong finally bit the snow-white thing that she had coveted for a long time. His skin was very soft and he pierced it easily.

His warm blood flowed out with pure power, and when it flowed into the mouth, it was an irresistible sweetness.

Song Shutong's insatiable demands made Rong Xuan lean back slightly uncontrollably, and his snow-white neck was like a taut bow.

The sweet blood flowed down her throat, soothing all the discomfort in her body and making her feel light and airy.

The spiritual power that had ignored her in the past now rushed towards her madly. Her veins, which had originally been like a stream, seemed to have turned into an ocean, easily accommodating this spiritual power.

Rong Xuan's blood brought Song Shutong unimaginable pleasure, and his brain seemed to be placed in the clouds.

It made her lose all her rationality and just absorb it blindly.

The blood had soaked Rong Xuan's clothes, but he remained tolerant, and his infinitely beautiful face was filled with divine mercy.

His hands were still rubbing Song Shutong's head, as if he was comforting a disobedient child.

The god who had been silently watching over his child was completely speechless after seeing this scene, and his face, which seemed to be either real or not, turned completely dark.

A burst of colorful light flashed, and the 'scene' created by God was broken by Himself.

Everything in front of him disappeared like a broken mirror. Song Shutong suddenly woke up from his sleep with cold sweat on his forehead.

The first thing I did when I woke up was to recall the dream, but those deep memories seemed to have been wiped away by a big hand.

She didn't remember anything and just looked like a white figure.

He sat on his high seat, watching her suffer in the mud with indifference.

Why did she suffer such severe punishment? Because she was disrespectful to God. Because of her disrespect for God, everything she suffered was what she deserved.

Song Shutong instinctively began to refute the words that inexplicably popped up in her mind.

What a joke, when has she ever worshipped God? !

But as soon as this thought flashed through her mind, it miraculously disappeared.

Disappeared, what disappeared, what was she thinking just now!

When Song Shutong realized this, he immediately cleared his mind.

She didn't know why, but she was in trouble now.

***, I hate trouble the most in my life.