snake bone

His eyes swept over one after another of the stone-brick bungalows, seeing that he was about to enter the weeds and weeds, maybe the real body would be some kind of messy graveyard, so Zhu Tang stopped, and then looked at the The dilapidated concierge glanced at it a few times, but without knocking, went straight through the door.

The furnishings inside the door are simple, a small wooden table with a few seasonal fruits, an old stool, and a wooden chair in the corner, but it seems to be old and not very strong.

Zhu Tang continued to hold his breath and enter the room.

As soon as I turned in, the first thing I saw was two plain white and slender legs twisting each other. I calmed down and looked upwards along the stretched toes. The precious thing held by a pair of plain hands was slightly purple, and the front end was crystal clear. Two drops of jade dew, but they didn't try their best, and the man's already fair complexion was covered with a layer of pink sweat because of the difficult time.

The bright red lips were slightly parted, and the restrained breath faintly entered the ears, making it even more alluring.

Qingsi covered most of his face, only the tip of his nose and the end of his long and narrow eyes could be seen.

Zhu Tang stared at his half-taken off white clothes for a few times, this time he saw clearly that it was a real white dress, and it was embroidered with jade bamboo with dark patterns and silver threads.

Oh, I am really worthy of this fine dress.

Walking in front of him, looking down at his distorted figure, with a light wave of his right hand behind him, the long demon-slaying sword gradually appeared like the moon rising from the clouds.

He seemed to feel the clearness of the sword qi, but when he was in a hurry, he would never do something wrong to wrong him, so he had to inhale slightly, and suppressed his exhalation a little bit, but the sound that came out was caused by his body. The bursts of tingling pleasure from below caused a little trembling, "The Taoist priest is taking the liberty to visit late at night," his subordinates couldn't help speeding up a little bit, because of the increasingly intense pleasure that seemed to be coming soon, and became even more elated. "Even if you want to accept it, you can't let me, my... well, enjoy... ah... ha... enjoy this moment, this moment of pleasure?"

"Why do I want to do what you want?" Zhu Tang laughed, and the long sword lightly drew a Tai Chi gossip pattern on the back of himself. The clear light sword energy ended, and he swung his back slowly to the front of his body, pointing directly at the demon on the bed, "not to mention , didn’t you provoke me first?”

"Your Majesty, my Majesty is just seeing how boring it is to suffer through this boring long night. If you entertain yourself, it can be regarded as provoking the Taoist priest?" He smiled softly, not afraid of the righteousness at all, and his face became even more flushed. Heavier, more breathless, but the head of the purple gate is still only a few drops of lotus, and it has not vented its thoughts at all.

Zhu Tang didn't wait, and didn't want to think about whether the strange dream just now had nothing to do with him, but was created by his own absurdity, with only one side of the sword, it was about to kill him.

"Daozhang, you... I'm afraid you haven't tasted such a pleasant taste before?"

But he got up suddenly, his clothes were loosely piled up to his elbows, a thin layer of sweat stuck to his body, black silk was wrapped around his white jade bamboo, he couldn't take it off and he didn't bother to take it off, everything was tangled up in a ball, more like suddenly clinging to wish He is so tender, he can't push it away, and... doesn't want to push it away.

Of course, these are all ways to save one's life, but what is more important than saving one's life is that it would be a shame to interrupt this happy event.The rabbit can still bite people when it is in a hurry, he knelt down and took two steps without thinking about it, and did a little low-down gesture, but one hand restlessly pressed down on a part of his lower garment, and he had already stood up. waist, and took the initiative to send the thing to his cold sword.

At first, he was shocked, but then he felt numb all over his body, and trembled because of the sharpness and unpleasantness. He moved his body carefully and rubbed against his sharp sword, flattering him. She pleaded, "Dao, Daoist, even if you are ruthless and unintentional, at least let me enjoy this last journey."

Zhu Tang, who intended to take away his soul with a sword, was also shocked by his sudden action. He was half at a loss in his mind, and he couldn't think of where he was. He just stared blankly at him. Taking his thing, he kept rubbing it against the edge of his sword, looking at his violently rising and falling chest, looking at his slightly uncontrollable body, and even watched the jade dew drop after drop along his sword. The body slid slowly until the tip of the sword dripped down.

Once, twice, the sound of clearing and leaking again reminds the night that it is too long, and suddenly desires burn in the bottom of my heart, thinking, yes, if I don’t do anything in this long night, I will feel sorry for the situation and the situation .

The man's hand was also gently caressing under Zhu Tang's body, Zhu Tang didn't dare to move, just watched him use his sword edge to finally enjoy this joy, and then lay back on the bed with a laugh , Limbs spread out softly like boneless, "Daoist, you can do it."

His eyes are like stars, and the corner of his mouth is smiling.

It seemed that he had made up his mind that he would not take his life.

Zhu Tang glanced at the jade dew that was still flowing on the edge of his sword again, and simply flicked a sword flower, throwing most of it back to him, then threw the sword into the bed, and stepped onto the bed with one leg.

The person on the bed was taken aback, then "Oh? 』 said a sentence.

Watching his legs being slowly lifted away by Zhu Tang, this person still had the original non-painful smile, as if the sword was pushing towards him, and he didn't care at all.

Zhu Tang took off his trousers, but did not take off his clothes, and folded his two slender legs in front of him, scratching lightly with one finger on the thing he had just returned to, which caused him to feel light again. Trembling, staring down at the red and wet place that was slightly closed underneath, Zhu Tang's heart trembled, and he pushed his already swollen breasts in one breath.

Seeing him biting his slightly white lower lip due to the pain, Zhu Tang leaned over, stretched out his hand to pluck the blue hair covering his face, was taken aback for a moment, and then asked softly, "What's your name?"

"Ji...Ji Qingliu." He took a deep breath, couldn't help twisting his body, pushed his hands on his chest involuntarily, and said in a pleading voice, "light, light."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it about this."

Ji Qingliu raised his water-colored eyes and stared at him lightly, then he laughed again, his voice was clearly weak, "Then you'd better do it for me to hurt more, don't let me be in such a painless situation." Itching, I feel...you are quite useless."

Zhu Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, met his long and narrow eyes, and moved his body abruptly. Seeing his profligate appearance of laughing and frowning, he stopped talking.

In the long silence of the night, only the sound of the water was rippling and boundless, and the two of them were panting continuously.