The notoriety of fast time travel

Mocheng fell on the soft floor, and the hand on his leg knocked on it one after another.There was no look between his eyebrows and eyes, and his thoughts seemed to have drifted away.

The picture in my mind is exciting and full of color and fragrance, a wonderful voice, snow-white legs, and a waist thinner than imagined...

Hasn't he seen these things? Of course he has seen them as the emperor, but he doesn't bother to think about them or touch them.These are not from this close minister, not from the palace envoy who has changed like the breeze and the moon.He has never been troubled by inexplicable emotions like this time.

Mo Cheng straightened up slowly, looking at the servants in the huge tent, he didn't want any of them to serve him, Mo Cheng frowned, he wanted to see Jiang Aiqing now.

Although he should not be called over at this time, the sense of comfort and satisfaction of careful service cannot be given by others.

Besides, there will always be fragments of what happened today in my mind, if I don't see him at this time, it seems a little empty.

"Come here, go and call the preacher of the palace to serve."

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Jiang Ying opened the curtain and entered His Majesty's tent, "My minister sees Your Majesty."

"Get up quickly, your foot is injured and you shouldn't stand for a long time." Mo Cheng waved his hand at him, "Come and sit down."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jiang Ying was wearing a crescent white robe at this time, and the belt around his waist was a little tighter, which further highlighted the thin waist that His Majesty once said, simple yet noble, against the suet-like face, Inky red lips.Standing there, tall and tall, handsome and elegant.

Jiang Ying walked in front of Mo Cheng and took off his hair crown. Mo hair instantly loosened and hung on his back. Jiang Ying used a wooden comb to comb out the frizz until the long hair was extremely smooth.

Immediately, he stretched out his ten fingers behind Mocheng, and smiled wickedly. He had activated the hand of God to the highest level of magic power. Of course, the time cannot last too long, because he has no sweetness value anymore!Immediately, he pressed his hands on his shoulders, pressed slowly, and moved slowly.

Jiang Ying turned his head slightly to observe His Majesty, but due to the angle, he could only see His Majesty's side face, and he seemed to be frowning.

Jiang Ying was puzzled, did he read the explanation just now that the rich magic power of the hand of God does not work on this domineering emperor?

Jiang Ying turned to press the exposed back of the neck, and was pressing gently, when he heard His Majesty sigh in a low voice, which seemed to be suppressed for a long time, shaking unsteadily.

Immediately afterwards, His Majesty turned around and held his hand, as if he didn't want to suffer Jiang Ying's unexpected reaction.

Jiang Ying was taken aback for a moment, and then he saw fine beads of sweat on His Majesty's forehead, looking at him with a sullen look in his eyes, which seemed to be a vortex that wanted to swallow him up, as if there was nothing he could do, it was very contradictory Complicated gaze.

Jiang Ying pretended to be frightened by His Majesty's gaze, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

Jiang Ying was stared at by such eyes for a long while, becoming more and more frightened, His Majesty finally broke into a smile, charming, and then his eyes fell on the hand he was holding, and squeezed it.

"Jiang Aiqing's hands are so beautiful." The frivolous voice was full of seduction, and it was outrageous.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compliment." Jiang Ying looked as if he hadn't come out of the shadow of being frightened just now.

Mo Cheng held Jiang Ying's right hand with both hands, straightened his fingers, and played with them carefully.The hands in his hands are as delicate as white porcelain about to melt, soft but not boneless, and the bones under the skin are like fine fat jade. The delicate and soft skin wraps the jade-like bones, which makes him feel uncomfortable. Willing to let go.

Mo Cheng had the desire to suck his fingertips, his scarlet tongue wandered between his fingers, and he wanted to take care of every finger.

However, just when his lips were about to fall, Mo Cheng seemed to wake up suddenly, shocked by his thoughts.

"Your Majesty? What's wrong with you?" Jiang Ying asked with concern.

Mo Cheng looked at the person close at hand, his rosy lips parted and closed, the hot feeling became stronger and stronger, he could feel that he was sweating, and the heat was radiating into the air through the material of his clothes.

Looking at the person in front of him, his mouth was dry.

Mo Cheng withdrew his hand, and smiled at Chong Jiangying, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired. Go back and rest first."

Hearing His Majesty's order, Jiang Ying stood up and saluted, "The humble minister will leave."

Seeing Jiang Ying exiting the tent, Mo Cheng looked at the direction in which he left, his eyes became deeper and deeper, gradually forming a frightening vortex, as if a conspiracy was being staged.

After a while, he, who has always been self-reliant and has good self-control ability, took a deep breath and swung everyone back.

He took off the complicated robes one by one, until only the thin inner garment was left, and the robes collapsed along the sides, until he reached the bed, lowered the curtains, and lay on it.

The place touched by Jiang Ying seemed to still have his warmth, the itchy feeling to the bone, which made him frightened, he was afraid to touch it, but at the same time he was deeply trapped in it, and he was conflicted and anxious.

And the feeling of distended pain in his lower body has not disappeared, but the lingering face in his mind makes it even more difficult for him to control himself.

Mo Cheng put his hand into his underwear to soothe his swollen and uncomfortable area, his breathing became more and more heavy, and the brocade quilt he rubbed into his arms seemed to be the person in his mind.

He wants him, wants him.

The young face is lusted.Looking at what was occupied, there was a small gasp from his red lips, and when he was about to release, he couldn't help but say his name, "Jiang Ying."

"Jiang Aiqing..."

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Sure enough, after leaving the tent, his sweetness value was completely cleared, but he got everything he needed.

Perfect skin, a rare beauty in the world, and the hand of God that he dreamed of.

So there are no other strange emotions.

God's hand, he doesn't care about its magic power and function, what he cares about is the hand that is exactly like him. In fact, even if the sweetness value is sufficient, he doesn't intend to use too much magic power.

Because it has the effect of bewitching, if you want to win a person's heart, if you use too many functional techniques, you will only cover it up.

Maybe he was so fascinated at the time that he couldn't help himself, but was he really moved?And when he was leaving, he dreamed back at midnight, would he be thinking of you, and when thinking of you, would he wonder why he was so obsessed with you, obviously he didn't have much love.

So, even if Jiang Ying has enough sweetness, he won't overuse it.And now he has got what he wants, and he has no rival in love at present, and the chance of having a rival in love is very small, so he can relax a little bit when dealing with small snacks, and let it go later.

He is a believer in evil. Experience and evil thoughts are the most important. He also needs to satisfy his ambition and become an unparalleled existence in the universe.

Jiang Ying raised his hands to block the glare of the sun. These hands are unique and unique in the world.This heart, full of desire, is unstoppable.