sword color

Jian Qing was startled, and quickly recovered from a trace of soft-heartedness, his eyes darkened: "Let go."

Du Zhilan, who had never shown the form of a white tiger in front of people for hundreds of years, reverted to his old form very smoothly. He must have practiced it many times in his dreams.

He was still biting the hem of the other party's clothes, unable to speak, so he shook his head quickly, and pulled it back again. The straight fluffy tail behind him softened a little, and flicked back and forth softly like a dog's tail.

Heiliang's eyes stared intently at Jianqing, the corners of the latter's eyes twitched unconsciously, and the fingers pinched the formula and retracted it abruptly.

Sure enough, Du Zhilan tentatively pawed it up with his front paws, seeing that Jianqing didn't respond, so he pushed forward even more, moved to the Taoist priest inch by inch, let go of the hem of his clothes, but hugged his thigh with a "swoosh".

The white fluffy ears drooped slightly tremblingly, and a pair of dark eyes quickly misted up, looking up at the other party eagerly, the small eyes were both sad and pitiful, and there was a soft and coquettish radiance in the silent.

These movements are skillful, vigorous, and done in one go, without even a pause in the middle. By the time the Taoist priest recovered from the stiff state, the little tiger was already rubbing his fluffy head on Jianqing's thigh and twisting back and forth. .

"..." Jian Qing instantly felt a little out of strength, and the sour melancholy and unhappiness that was surging in his heart just now suddenly seemed to open a hole, and flowed out.

"Spread your claws." Jian Qing raised one brow, and tried to lift his leg, as if a weight was tied to his leg, it took root on the spot.

Noticing that the Taoist's tone had changed from the initial indifference to gentleness again, the little tiger chuckled inwardly, tightened his grip, shook his head vigorously, and said cheekily, "No."

The Taoist priest in white pursed his lips and looked at him silently, tried his best to keep a black face, expressionless, and said stiffly: "What are you holding me for? Those meek and beautiful monster women are waiting in line to serve you. "

"...Huh?" Du Zhilan was stunned for a while, then tilted his head, and whispered uncertainly, "Could it be, Jian Qing, are you actually...getting jealous?"

It was extremely difficult for him to say this sentence. After all, the mouth was grinning too much, and it was extremely difficult to pronounce it smoothly.

Jian Qing's face changed again and again, and with a sneer, the Chuxue sword shrouded in silver light behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, and slashed across without warning!

"Ah!" Du Zhilan shrank his neck violently in fright, barely dodging the sword. He didn't really take a breath until the two white hairs fell leisurely in front of his eyes—otherwise he would have reacted too quickly. He was about to become the first bald white tiger demon emperor in history!

"Jianqing, you are so ruthless..." Du Zhilan looked at the other party with a bitter face, and said bitterly, "If I am bald, you won't be able to touch me."

Seeing the little tiger shrinking his neck, but still sticking to his thigh like brown sugar, the white-clothed Taoist priest's plain face, struggling to hold back a smile, looked a little distorted.

"Don't be angry, I have never touched those women." Du Zhilan glanced at the cold sword with lingering fear, and explained in a low voice, "I have been waiting for you..."

As he was talking, he couldn't help the real grievances in his eyes: "You said that you came to me after 300 years. I squatted at the door every day for a few days. When the guards at the gate of the demon world saw me, they looked like they were crazy. , I often said slandering me behind my back, I endured all this, but it was hard to pass, but I haven't seen you yet..."

As soon as Du Zhilan opened the chatterbox, he couldn't hold it back any longer, and poured out all the expectations, anger, complaints, and joy that had been accumulated for hundreds of years.

He is not one of those born demons, he has no concept of time, 500 years, as a mortal, I am afraid that he has gone through several reincarnations.The hope that was full at the beginning turned into disappointment day by day, and turned into despair on the day of the limit, which made people feel cold and breathless.

However, waiting has become a habit, self-deceiving to comfort myself, maybe, the next second will be there?

For the next 200 years, he had already given up all hope in his heart, but if he didn't get definite news for a day, he could still lie to himself for another day.

The only thing that can accompany him is memories, but memories are also the source of his sadness and pain in the cold night.

"Jianqing, I finally waited for you, don't leave me again!" Du Zhilan let go of his claws and threw himself into the Taoist's arms. group.

The little tiger hugged his waist tightly, tears streaming down, soaking a large area of ​​the white clothes, until he suddenly felt a warm palm caressing the top of his head, and finally raised his head.

Facing a pair of pupils as deep as ink, there is a surge of emotion in the eyes.

"Alas..." Jian Qing's lips moved, thousands of words finally turned into a sigh, the hard edges and corners had long since softened, and his soft and warm cheeks moved towards the little tiger's white and tender head.

This... This is the first time that Jianqing took the initiative to get close to him!

The next moment, Du Zhilan realized that he was holding her tightly, as if she was about to be embedded in her body, unable to move, and did not want to move.

Du Zhilan's heart was burning like a fire in an instant, it burned his whole body, his heart was thumping, he tried his best to stretch out his limbs to hug the Taoist priest back, but after struggling for a long time, he realized that his crap's claws were too short. I can't hold it!

Du Zhilan was depressed and anxious, when Jian Qing unexpectedly pressed a kiss on the king seal on his forehead, from the angle of the little tiger, he could only see the slightly flushed cheeks and the sharp and thin chin.

Jian Qingqing has been cultivating for so many years, except for being tricked by the wishing well last time and breaking her virginity with Du Zhilan, she has never taken the initiative to make such an intimate move.

So the Taoist priest, who was still very innocent to a certain extent, blushed from his cheeks to his ears in embarrassment.

Jian Qing pulled a little distance away, coughed lightly in embarrassment, he can't say lingering love words, it would be more exciting than a small gesture.

He lowered his head to look at Du Zhilan, only to find that the little tiger was completely dumbfounded. He poked the fluffy head, and the latter just kept smiling silly at him.

"This idiot..." Jian Qing was helpless and speechless.

Then the next second, the tiger suddenly became heavier.

Jian Qing looked at the handsome young man who reappeared from the white light in astonishment, his dark eyes stared straight at himself, as if there were flames burning in his eyes.

He was still wearing the loose pajamas, but Du Zhilan didn't pay attention to it at all, his Adam's apple couldn't help but slide up and down, and then he suddenly crushed him down, as if he had been hungry for three days and three nights, and now he saw a table The delicacy is delicious, just jump on it and eat it!

"Wait, Du--" Jian Qing couldn't wait to pinch the back of Du Zhilan's head vigorously, almost biting his lips to bleed, and was blocked by a wet and enthusiastic tongue as soon as he opened his mouth.

The sword-wielding elder of Shenxuzong has lived for so many years, and this is the second real kiss. The last time he was deluded by the wishing well and indulged all night in a daze. Right now, every ounce of perception They are all extremely clear, including the other party's wet tongue and predatory lips.

Jian Qing didn't resist the novel feeling, but felt a slight fever on his cheeks, but then he thought that he was no longer a 20-year-old boy, and there was nothing to be shy about being old-fashioned, so he just lay down on the ground and let him kiss him .

He slowly stroked Du Zhilan's black hair hanging on his shoulders with his palm, and responded to the kiss somewhat clumsily, his movements gently comforting this anxious guy.

After spending a long time together, Du Zhilan finally let go of his lips reluctantly, and smiled at him with lowered eyes: "Jianqing..."

This soft call was hoarse and deep, with a long soft tone, completely seductive.

Even a man could understand the meaning behind it, Jian Qing couldn't pretend to be stupid, he pursed his lips and looked at him for a while, remembering all kinds of affection for this man, he couldn't bear to refuse after all.

Du Zhilan looked at his unconsciously frowned eyebrows, and he knew the embarrassment in the heart of this ascetic Taoist. He stretched out his hand to smooth his brows, leaned over to grab the man's ears with a faint smile, and said softly: "Remember the last time we were at the wishing well... …Have a happy spring night?”

Following the words, some fragrant memories emerged in his mind, Jian Qing couldn't help his heart fluttering, and also felt that his body seemed to be getting hotter.

Du Zhilan suddenly got up from him, dragged him and ran to the bed, and lay down neatly on the round soft bed, and the head of the bed sank a bit.

The soft red gauze curtain fluttered down, and the handsome Demon Emperor leaned on the soft pillow, one hand lining his cheek, and slowly lowered the crown of his head, and the black hair as smooth as ink fell down, spreading on the embroidered bed. The thin silk quilt covered with gold thread peonies.

Du Zhilan's dark eyes stared at the Taoist priest in white without blinking, and when he saw the man's Adam's apple sliding slightly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a charming arc.

The thin pajamas were pulled up to the elbow by him, and the healthy and well-proportioned body of a demon cultivator was completely exposed to the other party's eyes, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and fair skin, one couldn't help but wonder how smooth and beautiful the touch is.

A slender leg deliberately protruded from under the hem of the clothes, opened slightly, and lifted the light red gauze curtain that covered the spring light in a very sloppy way, but only let the man see a corner of it, tempting him to tear off the gauze curtain, and then Roughly tore off the last of his clothes.

The Taoist priest, who should not be fascinated by the enchanting look, really wanted to turn his back, but he couldn't move his eyes at all, so he could only stand on the side of the bed and stare blankly. The red corners of the eyes imply infinite laziness and romance.

"Jianqing..." His Royal Highness Yaohuang's voice seemed to come from the sky, hoarse and deep, filled with passionate desire, like a fine wine that has been sealed for a long time, it is so mellow that you will be drunk when you smell it.

The white-clothed Taoist priest, who was completely useless even after reciting the heart-cleaning mantra, smiled wryly and found that he was becoming more and more unable to resist this guy—whether he turned into a cute and tender little tiger, or the flirtatious and charming demon king in front of him.

Any fluctuation on Jian Qing's face could not be concealed from Du Zhilan's eyes, so he immediately added another fire, so as to completely seduce the Taoist priest who was thinking about it day and night.

——The long leg that lifted the gauze was raised again, and sent forward, the toes accurately and gently pressed on the most sensitive male symbol of the other party, rubbing up and down without fear of death.

This bold move instantly made Jian Qing's dark eyes sink completely.

He reached out and grabbed Du Zhilan's ankle abruptly, in exchange for a chuckle from the other party, his legs retracted, and Jian Qing was immediately thrown into the bed with him.

He supported his body with both hands, and looked at Du Zhilan at a very close distance, his hot breath sprayed on each other's faces, and a blush was steamed in the rising heat.

A string that was tense in my mind suddenly snapped.

The red silk curtains were hanging down slowly, and the two people on the couch were hugging each other tightly, rolling violently on the soft and ambiguous round bed.

Du Zhilan firmly clasped the back of Jian Qing's head with one hand, and wrapped his arms around his neck with the other. Between the passionate kisses, he gasped and asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to teach you how to do it..."

The despised Taoist priest was not angry at all, but nodded kindly: "Okay."

Du Zhilan raised his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, turned over and overwhelmed the man, skillfully unfastened the other's belt, and showed a lustful smile on the other hand.

The elegant white clothes were quickly stripped off, and the beauty and sweetness that only appeared in dreams was in front of him, Du Zhilan was so excited that his hands were shaking.

"Du Zhi..." Jian Qing had just uttered two words before his Adam's apple was bitten, and the other party's hot lips went down from his neck, leaving a series of wet hickey marks.

Forced to be honest for 500 years and can only rely on his left and right hands to survive, His Royal Highness finally opened the meat, touching the man's naked body excitedly and presumptuously. The opportunity for Jian Qing to let him be frivolous is really rare.

Du Zhilan tried his best to make this old virgin completely fall. He lightly licked the two spots on the man's chest, followed the chest muscle texture, and licked the navel with the tip of his wet tongue. It was obvious that Jian Qing was trembling slightly. .

Taking a bite of the slightly raised penis, Du Zhilan curled it up with his tongue dexterously, stroking vigorously, while raising his eyelids and looking at the embarrassed and ruddy handsome face from the corner of his eye. Such a good appearance immediately made people's hearts go unnoticed.

"Hmm──" Jian Qing has been practicing abstinence for a hundred years, how could he stand such a stimulus, his frowning brows were tangled with sweat, and he let out a few hoarse murmurs from time to time.

The avatar that was more swollen in the warm and humid mouth was close to the limit, Du Zhilan backed away in a timely manner, but a hot palm suddenly pressed on his shoulder, and pressed him back forcefully, looking up at the sword Qingyou as deep as Tan's black eyes stared at him deeply, and he pursed his lips silently, indicating that he was suffering.

Du Zhilan made a swallowing movement, and comforted him: "Wait a minute..." After he exited, he realized that his throat was as dry and hoarse as if it was on fire.

The half-clad man in pajamas pulled his hand away, pulling and caressing his body, the rough calluses on Jian Qing's palm rubbed against the skin, and a different kind of stimulation rushed down like an electric current.

Finally, when he was brought to the sexual organ with great enthusiasm, Jian Qing subconsciously withdrew her hands, but seeing Du Zhilan's passionate anticipation, she smiled helplessly, and finally followed his wishes, and started to play with the upper and lower sets.

"Jian, Jianqing..." Panting anxiously, Du Zhilan moved closer, raised his waist slightly, took the opponent's hand and touched it behind him along the waistline—any man would understand what happened after that.

He lowered his head and leaned into Jian Qing's shoulder socket, moaning slightly as the opponent moved deeper, his eyes were misty and full of water vapor.

There was a dense layer of sweat on Jian Qing's forehead, he clasped Du Zhilan's waist with both hands, and slowly buried himself in Du Zhilan's body, his neck was full of the other's heavy panting and humming.

"Jianqing...haha..."

Before fully penetrated, Du Zhilan, who had already been burning with lust, couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were blurred, he moaned and called Jian Qing's name, grabbed the other's lips and kissed them lingeringly, becoming more and more aroused.

He held his own things against Jianqing's lower abdomen and rubbed them, the sticky liquid kept overflowing, and he ushered in the final release all of a sudden.

The sudden tightening below almost made Jian Qing cry out, he looked down at Du Zhilan, and saw a deeper flush on his cheeks, it was really gorgeous.

The demon emperor, who was deeply in love, put his arms around his neck again and asked for a kiss. Jian Qing took a quick breath, hugged him and rolled over on the bed, and began to move vigorously.

This kind of physical work that doesn't require any technical content, the sword-wielding elder with profound magic power and amazing endurance is also very capable - it can be heard from Du Zhilan's more and more unrestrained cries.

Even if he is indulging and enjoying himself, Jianqing's self-control ability is amazing, his black eyes are slightly squinted, except for habitual frowning, there is no expression of indulging, on the contrary, Du Zhilan under him is tightly closed Eyes, blushing face, expressions of joy and pain alternately change.

"Hmm...sword...kiss me..." Du Zhilan's intermittent words spilled out of his mouth in broken pieces, his slender limbs wrapped around him tightly, his body was far stronger than that of a human cultivator, and the two were closely connected The impact, swinging back and forth.

"Du Zhilan..." Jian Qing let out a long breath, and pushed in deeply for the last time, and was quickly submerged in the other party's high-pitched hum...

Sweat kept rolling down, Du Zhilan slightly opened his wet red eyes, licked the corners of his mouth unsatisfied, and said hoarsely: "The night is still long..."

Jian Qing lowered his eyes to look at him for a while, and there was a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you finally belong to me, Jianqing?" Du Zhilan rubbed his nose against his cheek, the Taoist was slightly startled and didn't speak, but just held his waist and started to move again...

The night is still long.