God please

Shan Zhiyuan didn't understand what he meant, only felt that the man's fingers were cool and strong, tightly clamping his wrist, unable to break free.The man was covered with a scent of water, suppressed the fragrance of Sauvignon Blanc, and flicked it lightly with his hand, then tore all the robes from Shan Zhiyuan's body, and told the little monk to lie naked on the bed.

Shan Zhiyuan only felt a slight chill hit his body, under the embarrassment, he forgot that this person is the God Emperor, and said angrily: "You thief, what is your intention?" He wanted to curl up his body.

Unexpectedly, Gou Chen easily clasped his two wrists and pressed them on top of his head, and with a flick of his hand, his spiritual power turned into a golden ring, imprisoning his ankles, and Shan Zhiyuan's slightly thin and slender body was exposed to the eyes of the fairy .

His skin was as white as jade, his bones were clear, his chest was full of cherry blossoms, heaved and heaved just because of the little monk's excited panting, what's more, the dusty root between his crotch was always upright from the beginning to the end, and never faded.

Shan Zhiyuan was swept over by this substantive gaze, as if a brush had been brushed from head to toe, the heat and pain were unbearable, not only the root of evil became more energetic, but also an inexplicable emptiness and strange itching arose deep in his body He was at a loss, his face was flushed for a while, and even his eyes were flooded with water.At a loss, he could only tremble and say: "You... are you really a god?"

Gou Chen still raised his face and said in a deep voice: "Who dares to pretend to be the god."

But something is wrong in my heart.

The pantheon has been lost for thousands of years, but somehow it appeared in this place of pleasure-seeking.It would be fine if it was just showing up, but with a little bit of this person's blood, he spontaneously blended in, and now it is actually integrated with the blood, and it is difficult to separate.The star pattern in the palm is the evidence.Since he was inseparable from the host, he was naturally also affected by the potency of the Sauvignon Blanc, and even Gou Chen felt hot and dry.

Gou Chen pressed his palm on Shan Zhiyuan's heart, and was about to investigate the fusion trajectory of the pantheon, but unexpectedly, his cool palm pressed against the fiery skin, as if melting, the tentacles were silky and delicate, and the man let out a muffled snort , the man's voice is hoarse, but for no reason there is a romantic charm.Shan Zhiyuan only felt under the burn of the medicine, the feeling of emptiness became stronger every moment, he wished to vent it immediately, the swollen dust roots showed a purple color, tremblingly shed water, dyed the roots of his legs into a mess and sticky, under the pressure of Gou Chen he had no choice but to In vain twisting and writhing, he murmured hoarsely, "Don't touch..."

The crooning sound was so soul-stirring, Gou Chen's eyes darkened accordingly, he still clasped his wrist and pressed it on top of his head, but slowly rubbed his other hand on his chest, feeling that although the little monk was thin, he was strong. After regular training, the texture is extremely firm, with distinct elasticity, and when rubbed, there is an exceptionally pleasant feeling. The cherry red is also hardening, and it is pressed against the palm like a small stone, inexplicably teasing.

While rubbing it carefully, Gou Chen gently slid his fingers across the sturdy side of the little monk, and with his five fingers slightly closed, he held the already impatient sword in his crotch, but he still spoke calmly, as if the boiling magma A stream of clear water slowly poured into Shan Zhiyuan's drowsy consciousness, "Long lovesickness for seven days, I will be a king for life. This is the most beautiful fragrance in the world. Once you smoke for seven days, your body will completely turn into a furnace. Can't do without a man. How many days have you smoked now?"

Shan Zhiyuan was indulging in the climax, but he was shocked by what Gou Chen said, his hands and feet were cold, the desire in his long and narrow eyes disappeared, only the shock and anger remained, and he trembled for a while, even the seductive crimson lips trembled. It's bloodless.There was no sun or moon in that wing room, and it was difficult to distinguish between morning and night, but now I don't know how many hours have passed, any further delay would be harmful and useless.

Shan Zhiyuan was really quick-witted, he didn't care about the man playing with his fingers, he just said: "Master Gouchen came here at the begging of Xiaomin, and also begged him to borrow the help of Xiaomin to escape from this devil's den!"

But Gou Chen put his fingertips on the raised veins and traced back and forth, only said: "No."

Shan Zhiyuan's vitals were played wantonly by him, he felt sour and numb for a moment, even the roots of his legs were trembling, but that Chengen was the most honest, after getting the sweetness, he became hot and spitting water frequently, not hiding his joy at all.Gou Chen even grasped the object and stroked it up and down. When rubbing against it, the sound of water was thick and murmured, which made him even more embarrassed and ashamed.Hearing the god's categorical refusal, he felt a bit of despair, and looked silently with watery eyes.

Gou Chen's fingers were wet with the liquid, and he slid across the swollen fleshy sac and acupuncture points between his crotch, lightly pressed against the back of the little monk, while massaging and pressing in circles, he pushed open the narrow and closed entrance involuntarily, went deep inside, and Hearing his hoarse humming, he said just now: "Wan Shen Pu is infected with Fengyue Yuan, if you don't relieve it as soon as possible, I'm afraid even this god will be in trouble."

Shan Zhiyuan was stretched by those fingers, and his lower limbs involuntarily stiffened. When his scalp was numb, it seemed as if he had been longing for it for a long time. The crisp heat rushed all the way from the tailbone to the top of his head, as if his brains were melting, and his sea of ​​consciousness was filled with a wave of desire. Out of control gasped.

Even so, he still heard clearly, and couldn't help being slightly stunned.Everyone in the world thinks that gods are omnipotent, but unexpectedly, one of the majestic four emperors, Emperor Gouchen who rules over ten thousand stars, is so troubled by a little desire.

Shan Zhiyuan was furious for a moment, and his heart became bolder and bolder. He suddenly broke his wrist, hooked the fairy's neck, and bit on Gou Chen's jaw, "It's just to relieve desire. How can it become a problem. The head of the immortal is so incompetent, is he ashamed?"

Gou Chen's complexion darkened, but he smiled instead of anger, and even the silver-blue accessories on his forehead seemed to suddenly darken. He pinched the little monk's cheek, half-covered his eyelids, and asked in a low voice: "Incompetent?"

Shan Zhiyuan's courage just now dissipated completely in an instant, and when the restraints on his ankles were loosened, he turned around and fled outside the bed.

But unexpectedly the calf was caught by the man, he easily pulled it back under his body, Shan Zhiyuan grabbed a bit of ivory fine cotton and silk gauze in vain, but only dragged a bed of brocade into a mess.

Before he could open his mouth to resist, a body rolled down behind him, as tough as steel, and the fiery hard object was directly stuck in the tailbone, and slid to the entrance behind him.After a long period of torment, Gou Chen just opened his fingers a little, and the entrance was like welcoming a visitor, embracing the forceful intruder.

Shan Zhiyuan's face was pale, and just when he was about to struggle, Gou Chen had interlocked his left hand fingers, the palms were close together, while the other hand was fixed under his waist, and he stretched himself out, the fiery weapon had opened up its territory, and drove straight in like a broken bamboo.

In the messy panting sound, there was a mournful cry like silk splitting.

Shan Zhiyuan cried out in shock, his voice was so high that it seemed to be out of tune, and the blood on his face faded.I felt that the murder weapon was like a red-hot steel drill going straight through, trying to tear the body from the inside out.But I don't know whether it's the medicine's power or the instinct, once the excruciating pain subsides, there will be all kinds of sweet and delicate tastes, accompanied by the pain.

This little cultivator has been abstinent for 20 years, never would he have thought that today would happen, he was in a turmoil for a while, he just fastened the gauze under his body, hissed and growled, "Get out... get out..."

However, Gou Chen wrapped his five fingers around the evil root in his crotch that was not sluggish even though it was in severe pain. If you are so tight and duplicity, you should be punished."

He waited for Shan Zhiyuan's roar to stop, and there was another attack, and the ferocious roots left outside disappeared, and even the red and swollen circle of the entrance was pulled inward.

Shan Zhiyuan was caught off guard, and screamed again, his eyes were red, but his body was immobile as if being crushed by Mount Tai, his left palm was burning like burning, and he couldn't break free from the restraint, so he could only turn his head and stare at the villain, unexpectedly he turned his head and looked , the man lowered his head, his lips pressed lightly on his eyelids.

That movement was gentle and cherished, a bit cautious.Shan Zhiyuan was taken aback for a moment, then he couldn't help but soften his tone, "Don't think you... ah..."

He had only just opened his mouth, and the man began to grind his waist again, and the burning pain suddenly appeared from the inner folds. He repeated the collision and sharpening, like a strong army conquering, violently cutting back and forth, causing the inner membrane to tremble, and did not give him the slightest breath Chance.

The fingers on the front are also sharp and skilled, wantonly playing with the hot block that is as hard as iron, pinching back and forth, the heat is raging, Shan Zhiyuan has no chance to speak, and can only care about intermittently panting and moaning, refreshing and pain are intertwined, it is difficult to distinguish First and foremost, the knees also trembled, writhing in vain between the rolling body of the man and the soft mattress.

Gou Chen's invasion was so deep and domineering that Shan Zhiyuan felt that even his internal organs were constricting and trembling with his impact.You Ruo held a piece of coal in the left palm, burned all inside, and lost consciousness, his intermittent voice finally turned into sobbing, accompanied by the violent and brutal conquest behind him.

Suddenly being hooked to the top of the vital point, Shan Zhiyuan suddenly felt an unspeakable pleasure violently exploded, his back was tense like a bow, the passage behind him had tasted the taste, and he was greedy and tightly entangled and invaded the visitor.Chen Gen was also a first taste of love, and couldn't bear the temptation, so he rubbed back and forth in Gou Chen's hands endlessly.

Gou Chen then lowered his head and kissed the little monk's delicate neck, squinting his eyes to see that his back was stretched and curved alluringly, he still clasped his left hand with Shan Zhiyuan, and aimed at the place where the little monk had just messed up. Hit it.

Shan Zhiyuan had never been tortured like this before, the intense emotion was unprecedented, for a moment, his body was slammed, his throat was choked and he couldn't make a sound, and when he was relieved, there was a series of small crying sounds, his desire had already been extinguished, and he was exhausted in a mess , wet the mattress together.

Even though he had sunk to this point, Shan Zhiyuan was still in a daze, secretly saying that it was terrible.Now that his Yuan Yang has been exhausted, how can he cultivate his own mind?Even though the path of cultivating immortality is bumpy, he still has a goal. Now that the immortal path has been cut off, he only has a mere second-level cultivation of qi refining, and even with the pantheon in his hand, he can only guard the treasure mountain empty-handed, and it is difficult to enter its gate.

There are three thousand roads, but why did he have so many difficulties and obstacles?

The hot hard lump still manifested in the body cavity, and it still made his legs tremble when he was being sharpened, the tingling pain was soft, but Shan Zhiyuan couldn't suppress his sadness, buried his head in the soft mattress, gritted his teeth, refused to hum, and then There is a beautiful bone line arched in the back.

The cinnabar soul-locking talisman on the back, the bright red penetrated deep into the jade-white skin, but it was sent by Gou Chenzheng, washed by sweat, and gradually turned into blood-red talisman, rolling down the waist, staining the white quilt , just like the little red spots behind the broken body, it is extraordinarily beautiful.

Gou Chen's eyes darkened, he leaned over to touch Shan Zhiyuan's back, his hot breath fell on his ears, which made the little monk tremble even more, the dust root that had just been relieved stood upright again, and fell into Gou Chen's hands, It's even more embarrassing.He raised his hand to pull away Gou Chen's playing fingers, and said in a trembling voice: "Enough..."

Gou Chen ignored it, and only pulled his left palm away, revealing it in front of his eyes.The white star pattern on the palm was now a layer of crimson, and gradually deepened as he continued to grind, turning into bright red.

Shan Zhiyuan was shocked again, and said hoarsely, "What is this..."

Gou Chen said: "This is the mark of becoming the god of life with me. With this star pattern, other monsters, people and gods can't get close."

He felt that the little monk was puzzled and responded jerky, so he pulled his palm down again, the star pattern was slightly raised, and it was extremely hot, so he pressed it on the side of the column, Shan Zhiyuan's vitals were suddenly scalded, he couldn't bear it Unable to tremble all over, he sucked the murder weapon even tighter.

Gou Chen also snorted, so he hugged him in his arms, turned over and sat up, as soon as he changed his position, Shan Zhiyuan sank a little further into his arms, and his inner folds swallowed the fiery giant blade even deeper.The pressure is too deep and too hot, Shan Zhiyuan is even more unbearable, the hot as if tearing pain intrudes from time to time, it makes the desire to dissipate a little.

He then leaned back, leaned his head on Gou Chen's shoulder, and let Gou Chen pull his left palm, wrapping his fiery dust roots, rubbing back and forth, but half indulging, half laughing at himself: "Like me ...but you have failed your lord."

But Gou Chen's face remained unchanged, he just said: "In that case, why don't you work harder to please the god?" He bumped against him so that his body was thrown up and down, rough rubbing, pulling in and out, so vicious that there was a crisp sound The sound of water, the layers of collisions pushed the endless hot desire into the body cavity, Shan Zhiyuan gradually couldn't care less about self-pity, and just let him attack and penetrate, the soft and smooth inner folds twitched, and the slender legs were buckled and stretched apart , The fingers are sharpened and teased even more, making the root of the dust dripping with juice.

The fiery heart tortured the inner cavity like repeated tearing, Shan Zhiyuan gradually could only care about panting and weeping, wanting to be born in the sea, and the stormy waves rolled him up, when Shan Zhiyuan turned his head, the tip of his nose rubbed against the side of Gou Chen's neck, this time also By coincidence, he opened his mouth and bit Gou Chen's neck, and when he was groaning hoarsely, he tightened his grip on the weapon that brought endless torture and comfort, and the dull pain rushed to the top of his head together, and he trembled again.

Gou Chen had been entangled with him so far, and he was also sucked desperately by the hot and soft place. After a few hard bumps, the essence gate was opened, and the heat rushed out unscrupulously, and all of it was vented in the little monk's cavity.

The Fengyueyuan that disturbed the consciousness and cut off the divine power had just weakened.

Shan Zhiyuan was a virgin for 20 years, once he broke his body, he was so upside down, he couldn't bear it for a while, and passed out straight away.

Gou Chen's desire disappeared, but his eyes were cold again. When he pulled out, he saw the man frowning slightly as if he felt uncomfortable, so he slowed down his movements and retreated gently.The spirit of the gods poured out from his crotch.This True Immortal School mentality is really low-grade, to be so reckless.

The expression on this god's face was even more alarming, but he just straightened his robes and cast two cleansing spells in succession to clean up all the mess from the two of them.