cute fox arrives

Xuan Yuan took a big sip of wine, "Brother Qingming, I will leave this matter to you."

Qingming knew that Xuanyuan didn't want to face the child in person, and he didn't want to force him, so he nodded and accepted the matter.

For Qingming, it is easy to find the fierce soul who wants to practice body. After looking for the breath, he found the cloud of black energy in a cave.

With the first ghost as the soul, the fierce soul raised in the heaven and the earth should have been very evil.

But the cloud of black air slowly crawled down and stuck to the ground, as if in a surrender.

"what happened?"

Jisang asked, logically speaking, the aura of the gods should stimulate the evil spirit of the evil spirit, why is this evil spirit so obedient.

This fierce soul is still unconscious, and its actions are all in accordance with its nature. The only things that the fierce soul fears are more vicious things, not these two protoss.

Jisang doesn't understand, but Qingming understands a little bit. At the beginning, Xuanyuan would affect Jisang, but not himself. It seems that he was also very fierce.

It's just that Xuanyuan has already become an adult, and his reaction to instinct is not as good as that of a fierce soul without consciousness, so he can't feel the ghostly aura covered by aura on his body.

Jisang also realized, "Qingming, why were you in the Demon Realm before?"

Qingming shook her head, "I don't know either, since I consciously remembered, I have been in the Demon Realm."

Jisang suddenly said: "Forget it, what should he do."

Qingming collected the fierce soul into the Qiankun bracelet, "It's difficult to judge good and evil when the consciousness is not opened, it's a bit too arbitrary to let it go like this, take it back and wait for him to open up his spiritual consciousness, teach him well, and he will be saved."

There was something in Jisang's eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, and left with Qingming.

After solving the matter here, the people from Nanya City will not be able to come back.

Qingming and Jisang didn't want to stay in Nanya City any longer. Only time would slowly erase this heavy ghost aura and return Nanya City to Qingning.

Xuanyuan naturally didn't want to leave Nanya City, and he was full of grievances, but it didn't affect him as an old ghost.

Qingming and Jisang went back to Yukun Mountain.

The mountain is still the same, the same mountain, the same water, the same attic and the same bedroom, for thousands of years, he will not change in any way, waiting for Qingming and Jisang, just like, a home.

Xiao Ao loves Yukun Mountain so much, it's like putting him back in the jungle, free, running around all day long, without seeing him very much.

Put Xiaoheng into the Xihua Pond, and wait for him to absorb the aura of Yukun Mountain, so that he can live and rest. Xiaoheng is the name of the fierce soul, and it was also taken by Jisang.

At that time Qingming also said why he loves to use these modal particles so much.

When Qingming pressed people against the wall of the hot spring, she understood.

"Uh... um...".

Qingming reluctantly withdrew from Jisang's mouth, touched Jisang's neck, "Sangsang, this hot spring is an excellent healing place." You can do it recklessly without worrying about getting hurt.

Jisang didn't quite understand what he meant, but just stared at him panting with red eyes.

Qingming knew that Jisang's experience in this area was really poor, and he couldn't understand Jisang's hints, so he lowered his head and whispered a few words into Jisang's ear.

Jisang's whole body was flushed, and his furry ears seemed to be even redder. His head was buried in Qingming's arms, and he was about to drown in the water.

Before he could refuse or agree, there was half an extra knuckle in his body.

Poke the □□, and knead lightly at the opening of the acupoint.

"what……".

Jisang gasped for breath, bit her lower lip, her eyes were misty.

"Sangsang, relax."

As he spoke, he added another finger, and sent a knuckle deep into it.

The other hand parted Jisang's lips, and said: "Don't bite, if it hurts, you will fight with me again."

Jisang was stimulated and bit Qingming's finger.

Qingming didn't hide, let him bite, the fingers that were swallowed in the mouth curled up, and rubbed in Jisang's mouth.

The hand under him suddenly poked at Jisang's key point gently and gently.

Jisang's expression became strange, and he stopped biting Qingming. He groaned, his legs seemed to be unable to stand up, and he hooked Qingming's neck with his hands, panting uncontrollably, and broken voices came out intermittently from his mouth.

Qingming hugged him a little tighter, inserted another finger in, and Jisang yelled softly, Qingming's knuckles were twisted in his intestines, wrapping them extremely tightly.

The hot spring water went in with Qingming's fingers, and it was boiling hot. The intestinal juice mixed with the hot spring water was messed up by Qingming, and the whole penis was so wet and limp.

Qingming was a little irritable, and pulled Jisang's legs away, and because the expansion and lubrication were done well, it was inserted very smoothly.

Jisang didn't feel much pain, but a numb feeling ran all over his body, he tilted his head back involuntarily, and took a deep breath.

Qingming bit Jisang's throat, and Jisang froze in a daze.

Seeing him like this, Qingming felt a little funny, so she went to bite his ear, Jisang naturally couldn't escape, the whole body was in someone else's arms, how could he escape.

The lower body has already moved deeply and shallowly, the rhythm is very fast, so fast that Jisang's mind has gone blank, and he can only cooperate with Qingming instinctively.

Jisang's legs hung around Qingming's waist, and with Qingming's movements, the small bell on his ankle made a quick and subtle sound.

Qingming touched Jisang's whole body with his hands, and then pulled Jisang's hand to touch the intersection of the two. As soon as he touched it, he pulled out his hand as if it was so hot.

In a daze, he sprinkled all the drugs on Qingming's belly.

"Ah... no... stop... no more."

Jisang felt that the turbulent pleasure had overwhelmed him, as if he was drowning, and prayed for the foam in his hand to bring him salvation.

Qingming has always been obedient to Jisang, and will almost never go against his opinions, but only on this point, he is very arbitrary and violent.

No matter how Jisang cries or begs him, he will never slow down.

"Woooooo... Qingming... Qingming."

Jisang cried and called his name, and couldn't say much.

Qingming obediently held his fingertips, tightened them tightly, and wrapped him tightly in his arms, "Be good, I will make you sweet-scented osmanthus cake when I ejaculate inside you."

Jisang bit her lower lip, bearing the abuse abruptly, there was already a hint of blood on her lips.

"Bite me".

Saying so, he passed his hand in front of Jisang, and Jisang bit the side of his palm, but it seemed that he was only sucking it weakly, and he didn't use much force, and even a little bit of blood didn't fade away.

Qingming was so distressed that she pinched his chin, lifted his face, and kissed him.

When lips and teeth touched, Qingming finally ejaculated.

The scalding cock made the delicate intestinal wall shrink uncontrollably, wringing the clear cock.

As a result, it happened almost immediately after sex, the thing in the intestine began to harden and grow again, stretching out the entire intestine, filling it to the brim, and frightening Jisang.

Qingming withdrew his lips and teeth from Jisang's mouth, and Jisang thought that he was about to move again, so he quickly pressed down on his neck, "It's not just a promise, you...don't do that."

Qingming looked at the blushing person in his arms, and deliberately smiled: "What kind?"

When Jisang was shy and nervous, her intestines would not stop contracting, sucking and closing, more like a deliberate temptation.

Jisang didn't speak, Qingming made a noise inside on purpose, and Jisang whimpered, as if he was going to cry or not.

In the end, Qingming softened her heart a bit, and didn't force him to speak out, "Okay, Sangsang, it's already like this, it has to be solved anyway, this time I'll take it slowly, okay?"

That's what he said, but he didn't give Jisang a chance to agree or refuse at all, and moved on his own.

It was really slow at first, but later, it became faster and faster, making Jisang tremble uncontrollably.

In the end, Jisang himself didn't know how many times he was pressed, anyway, he lost all consciousness when he was hugged and cleaned by Qingming in a daze.

When Qingming hugged Jisang and put on clothes, Jisang gained some strength, raised his head, and looked at him resentfully, "Osmanthus cake."

Qingming couldn't help laughing, and kissed his ear, "Such a glutton, I'm afraid I'm going to marry a cook from an osmanthus shop in the future."

Jisang pursed her lips, "I only like the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made."

"Sangsang, you are really a fox." The charming nature is engraved in his bones.

Jisang didn't talk to him, just hung his hand around his neck, waiting for Qingming to carry him back to the bedroom.

In fact, Qingming hugged Jisang a lot, even more than when Jisang left by himself, especially after this kind of incident.

However, this time, he had a bad idea and pinched Jisang's fleshy buttocks, "You're so delicate."

Jisang moved his waist, as if thinking about the possibility of leaving by himself, then fell into Qingming's arms and did not move.

Qingming laughed, carried him back to the bedroom, put him on the bed, Jisang fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, and Qingming went to make osmanthus cake for him.

Jisang likes to eat glutinous osmanthus cake, so Qingming added some glutinous rice flour to the osmanthus cake, making the osmanthus cake soft and sweet.

When I was halfway through, there were more hands around my waist.

"What's wrong."

Jisang was still in a daze, with a muffled voice, "There is nothing to hug."

Qingming is self-inflicted, Jisang used to sleep soundly in his own bed, but he insisted on pulling people up and hugging her to sleep, but now Jisang has developed a habit of not being able to fall asleep without holding things.

"But if you're like this, you can't make sweet-scented osmanthus cake. There's no sweet-scented osmanthus cake to eat."

As soon as I finished speaking, there was an extra fox on my shoulder, so that it would not get in the way.

Little Ao ran over at some point, and seeing the fox on his shoulders, he also screamed to go up.

Qingming was afraid that it would make a noise to send sang, so she threw it into the lake, and went to play with that evil spirit.

"Oh..." Who are you?

"..."

"Oh..." Why does it look so strange and dark.

"..."

"Oh..." Why didn't you speak.

"..."

"Awwhhhhh..." If you don't play with me, I will bite you.

Damn mental retardation.