Grab the female protagonist with the male protagonist

In the long and narrow valley, the branches and vines grow chaotically, and even the sunlight at noon can't reach the bottom of the valley. Hundreds of years of cold darkness make this place like a magical place on earth.

But at this time, there was a figure walking in it.

Demons and humans are the descendants of the mixed blood of demons and demons for hundreds of years. They are ugly and cruel. They drilled out of caves on both sides of the canyon and climbed all over the stone pillars, looking at the figure walking at the bottom of the canyon.

"Is this a human race?"

"Has she no brains?"

"Is her head just for viewing? How dare you come to the hometown of demons alone?"

"Use your head more, or eat it for me, cluck cluck..."

Whispering, these demons swished down to the bottom of the valley, salivating at this beautiful and delicious head, there is no word of patience in their dictionary, what they have engraved in their buttocks is raging and bloody.

The grotesque monsters swarmed up and knotted into a group, but in an instant, only a red light penetrated the knotted monsters, and the red light swept across and cut the bodies of these monsters with strange and sharp screams.

The stumps fell on the ground at the feet, and the slow-moving monsters gradually retreated into the cave, and pairs of vicious eyes stared at the people who continued to move forward in the darkness.

There is a fire at the end of the chasm.

The fire illuminated a small area, but the place was still dark and cold. In the firelight sat a beautiful woman who didn't fit in here.

But she blended in with the coldness and evil around her.

It's as if the evil and filth here were born in her, contributed to her, and grew with her.

She was like a demagogic poppy born of ugliness.

She supported her head with one hand, her eyes were slightly closed, and she was lying on the stone seat, as if she was not disturbed by this outsider.

This beautiful blooming flower seems to have a kind of magical power, no matter how upright people are, they will be attracted by her, but it is not to lure her to pick and have pity on this flower, but to crush such a beautiful flower in the palm of her hand !

"Who are you?" The thick long eyelashes gradually lifted up, her eyes seemed to be captivating.

"The one who came to kill you."

"Oh?" She looked at the person coming, and seemed to see some flaws in this indifferent and ordinary face, a smile slowly appeared on her lips, and she said in a seductive and lazy voice: "But I want to kill you!" Yes, women are no exception."

A beautiful woman kills, and she's not just beautiful.

"Are you afraid?" Her eyes seemed to invite again, but also seemed to be a contemptuous mockery of the timid.

The woman who seemed to have no flaws all over her body moved. She walked forward slowly, stood beside the stone seat and looked up at herself, like a beauty who was trying her best to bloom herself, with her hands on the hilt of her sword.

As soon as the woman on the stone seat moved, the loose collar loosened, and every inch of skin exposed was like poison, making people want/can't stop.

She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the hand holding the hilt of the sword.

The soft, rough and cold touch passed over every finger, even between the fingers. The tip of her tongue went in and out of the gap between the fingertips, scratching the delicate soft flesh between the fingers as if nothing.

She tilted her head to hold a finger, and gently ground it with her teeth. These fingers were quickly bitten wet and soft by her. She took this hand to stroke her chin, and her slender neck fell on her. On the soft chest, the other hand slid along the man's waist, across her slightly flat chest, and landed on the back of her thin neck, raising his head to kiss her throat.

Soon she pressed this ordinary-looking woman on the stone seat, and while kissing her, she kneaded her body with her hands.

He rubbed her slightly shriveled body with his soft chest provocatively.

He chuckled lightly and said, "Didn't Lan Feier give you enough to eat?"

The hand that was brought to her chest was squeezed hard, she giggled, leaned forward and kissed this ordinary woman's lips, patiently seduce, seduce, and teach like love, but at this moment the two people who are close together are very close. You know, there is no love between them.

After the other party started to respond, she reversed her previous patience and gentleness, and immediately became passionate, full of desire, desire, desire to control, desire, desire to destroy.

She fumbled eagerly for the sword in the opponent's hand as the battle-like kiss reached its climax.

"give me."

"The sword cannot leave the hand."

This made her, who was almost immersed in it, wake up slightly, licked the remaining moisture on the other's lips with her wet lips, panted with a smile, and said in the ear of this ordinary, shriveled but powerful woman: "Then I'll take you, let's go together."

He lowered his head and kissed her shriveled and flushed body, took her sword-holding hand with one hand and guided it under him, and put the other hand down against her waist.

"In order not to hurt me, you have to be good."

There are countless prying eyes and whispers in the deep valley beyond the firelight.

The sex and the event were unprecedentedly hearty.

One is experiencing love and events for the first time, and the other is not the first time but the first time in hundreds of years.

They were satisfied both physically and mentally in this dark crevice full of darkness.

One finally knew what a woman who had a past with Lan Feier looked like, and the other indirectly felt Lan Feier's breath.

Hearing the rustling sound of dressing beside her, the poppy-like woman lazily opened her eyes, looking at the dressed woman beside the stone seat, who was lowering her head and wiping the suspicious wet spots on the hilt of her sword.

She smiled: "I remember this sword is her token of love, it should not be for you."

"Just use it for me until I find my own sword."

"The sword can be used by you, then she really likes you,"

Knowing this, she felt even more satisfied: "Will you tell her that her apprentice and her ex-lover hit the bed?"

"She asked me and said."

"Aren't you afraid that she will know that her apprentice has wrong thoughts about her?"

She lay back on the stone seat, closed her eyes and said, "Just tell me, I haven't seen her in 500 years, I miss her, if you tell me, she will probably come to see me."

She suddenly turned sideways and raised her head with a slight smile, pointing out: "Wen Wuning has been in seclusion for a hundred years, she must be extremely lonely, this is a good time to sneak in."

The person who wiped the sword didn't look back, Yu Yun made her indifferent voice become just indifferent: "She is my master."

"You are really a good apprentice who covets Master."

When I left the hometown of the demons, there was something more hidden in the countless evil eyes in the dark.

Standing in the sun again reminds her of the nightmarish town she was taken out of 500 years ago.

The sun is so warm.

The author has something to say: Li Hai and her cp are in the doi and calculations that use each other to comfort and comfort each other again and again. I figured it out by myself, thanks.

One is sexy and the other is ordinary and shriveled, Ollie!