Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Of course, His Majesty Calvin, who has a small belly, would not let it go just because he was caught by the queen once.

Waking up in the middle of the night and thinking that Aslan could monopolize Ruan Yao, playing with the little beauty over and over without any scruple, the emperor couldn't help being so angry that he wanted to bite his horns to pieces.

That bastard Aslan is the best at disguising, on the surface he looks abstinent and cold, but behind his back he is extremely dirty.It was he who proposed to build the perverted golden birdcage in the first place.

hateful!Rolling on the bed, the more he thought about it, the more angry Calvin decided to raid the queen's bedroom at night to rescue the troubled young duke who was forced by the old man.

Of course, whether the little duke was forced is another matter.

With Ruan Yao's personality, if Aslan coaxed him with a few sweet words, he would really get dizzy and turn to take off his clothes to show him.

The more imaginative the emperor was, the more angry he pressed the tip of his tongue against the back molars and thought viciously, could he, a young, beautiful and good-looking young man, be inferior to an aging old man?

It was the dead of night outside the window, and a dark cloud blocked the misty light of the artificial moon.

A sharp black shadow came down from the window of the emperor's bedroom, and the turned-up sleeves of the cloak fluttered across the wall, not even the guards at the door were alarmed.

Ruan Yao regretted it the moment Aslan bullied her.

So inertial thinking kills people.Generally, shouldn't such a rigid and abstinent guy think very traditionally, such as firmly refusing premarital sex and the like.

Faced with the temptation of such low-grade green tea, shouldn't it be that ordinary people are really low-grade and boring, so they are more interesting than their own dear husband?

Ruan Yao's lips were bitten with blood beads, as if a layer of charming rouge had been smeared, or a scarlet rose bloomed in the center of her lips, the man's silvery irises were burned to reflect a strange red.

The boy under his palm was bitten and hurt, and his delicate and long eyebrows were tightly frowned. He pressed his hands on Aslan's chest and said, "Don't bite me, it hurts." The pampered little duke couldn't stand any pain.

Even if they are exiled to a remote galaxy, they would rather do some obscene tricks that sell their appearance, hide in the room and dance, and definitely don't suffer a little bit.

She is obviously the dodder flower that should be kept in someone's palm for the rest of her life, so she doesn't know why she still refuses him.

Aslan could see that he said he liked him, but he never saw him in his eyes.

Who are you thinking about?

Untied silver long hair hung down from the shoulders and neck, and the cool touch made the young goat's milk-like body glow with a fine itching and a small goosebump.

"Didn't Yaoyao say that you want me to fuck?" Aslan's face still showed a lack of emotion and indifference, but there was a rare trace of doubt in his eyes, "If this is the case, why do you still refuse?"

Seeing that she couldn't push him, Ruan Yao stretched out her hand to cover the man's mouth angrily, her light-colored pupils glistening with water were wide open, and the eyeliner that was naturally flowing at the end of the eyes flew obliquely upwards. From the beginning, an intoxicating color fainted from around the eyes: "I said I slept with you, but that's not the case."

He stretched out a calf and rubbed against the man's tense lower abdomen in a bad way: "At least, I should be on it, right?"

The little duke raised his chin arrogantly, completely without the aggrieved feeling that he was under the fence at this time: "If you promise to play with me, I will agree to stay."

Seeing that Aslan didn't respond, he gritted his small white teeth mischievously, and two demonic spikes almost popped out of his head: "If you don't agree, then there is nothing to say, you and Gal Let's go play together, Wen."

After he finished his harsh words, Aslan still had no expression on his face, probably because he was disgusted by himself, and just as he was about to let go of his hand happily, his sensitive palm suddenly slipped a little wet and sticky.

Like a snake spitting out scarlet letters, leaving a sinister sticky mark on the soft flower core.

Ruan Yao was stunned for a moment.

Aslan blinked his long eyelashes very slowly, his whole body was white, and even his eyelashes seemed to be the crushed snow that fell in early winter, but the tip of his tongue was hot enough to set Ruan Yao's whole body on fire.

He withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been electrocuted, his long eyebrows furrowed: "You!"

He said "you" for a long time, his mind seemed to be stuck for a while, and he couldn't utter a word. In the end, he could only angrily scold the man who was a circle older than him in front of him, "Hooligan!"

Ruan Yao will only show off to those who seem to be stupid, but once the opponent is more rogue than him, she will suddenly turn into a pure and innocent little white rabbit, stuttering and unable to complete her sentence.

In Aslan's eyes, there is no way to hide the effort of watching people order dishes. He slowly held Ruan Yao's hand that threw himself into the net, determined not to quarrel with him a word, and just use his strength to do it directly. up.

The wet and soft tongue started to lick the round bone protruding from the slender wrist all the way from the palm of the hand, and used the tip of the tongue to trace the small bone with a cold jade texture, and then grind it finely with sharp canine teeth, until the beauty below her body could not bear it. A muffled snort escaped from his nasal cavity.

Ruan Yao is angry.

But no matter how he struggled, in the eyes of the general who had seen swords and swords, it was just a kitten stretching out its paws and making a few joking bloodstains on his body, not even bloodstains, just a little oily skin.

Aslan kissed his arm while grabbing someone's mischievous limb with one hand.

Ruan Yao had to fall on the bed in a strange position where her right wrist and left calf were forced to be locked together, looking pitiful and humorous.

It's a pity that the stupid kitten can never see the gap between itself and humans.

He's always proud and always looking for a good time to kill a badass breeder.

Bright saliva dripped from her wrists, and the freshly washed and even sweetly steaming flesh was forced to be stained with human scents. Ruan Yao has always been more sensitive than others in every inch of her flesh, and she was attracted by men with charming feelings. He licked that piece of reddened skin, and the unfamiliar pleasure paralyzed his soul in an instant.

Trembling, the young man unconsciously bit his lower lip, his eyes filled with hazy mist that had lost its light.

"Don't, stop licking." He whispered softly, as if he was begging for mercy or acting like a baby, his lips were covered with teeth marks from his own bite.

Not to mention assassinating the owner, his mind is now full of misty paste, and his whole body seems to be ignited by Aslan's kiss.

Ruan Yao was forced to let out an unbearable cry.

Aslan paused for a while, Ruan Yao didn't know which switch he pressed again, the man stared deeply at the little beauty who was about to cry, while parting the two long thin white and weak legs without refusal.

Ruan Yao was born so white, her joints would turn a mist-like pink when she was excited, and if she held it in the palm of her hand, it would leave a damp and cool fragrance after rubbing it for a week.

"Don't do this." Ruan Yao used the system to deceive people like a butterfly, and narrowly escaped from the hands of men who crushed him with various force values. She has never panicked like this before.

Aslan looked too calm, everything seemed to be a long-planned conspiracy.

Deliberately watching Ruan Yao make a pitiful appearance to seduce him, deliberately pretending to be fooled, and deliberately being alienated by him.

It is for the sake of being able to use a completely righteous attitude to eat up the little liars who live on lies with their profits and profits.

"Yaoyao, why are you lying to me?"

Aslan kissed the young man's wet and soft cheek as if to comfort him, and bit the soft cheek as if venting his anger. Without much strength, the squeamish little liar had already started to cry.

"I didn't deceive anyone." In other words, even he himself didn't know which one Aslan was talking about. He had deceived so many people that he couldn't even remember clearly.

its not right.

He was dazed and suddenly regained consciousness. Isn't this the first time he has been on a mission? Where did he deceive so many people?

Aslan let out a deep smile from his throat, he knew that he couldn't get the truth out of Ruan Yao's mouth.How can the little liar still remember clearly after deceiving so many people?

Even he is just an insignificant one among the thousands of passers-by.

"Yaoyao, do you believe that there are other worlds besides the one we live in?"

The boy looked at him in disbelief, his pupils dilated unavoidably under the too bright white light.

The man caressed the boy's sweat-soaked forehead, and inserted a knee into the gap between the boy's legs that he was trying to close.

He doesn't like exercising, and there is a layer of plump and soft flesh on his thighs. The moment he gets caught, he seems to be surrounded by a ball of jelly, or trapped in a trap made of cotton.

I just want to be stuck in it for the rest of my life.

"Calvin is here." The system that disappeared for an unknown amount of time suddenly appeared and nervously reminded the host.

Ruan Yao has never had such a moment that she wants Calvin to come quickly.

Aslan's eyes were too cold, as if he wanted to see through him from head to house and even his body to his soul.

A drop of cold sweat trickled from the corner of his forehead and seeped into his thick black hair.

The man's IQ is too high, Ruan Yao can't play with him at all.

The raised wrist was trembling, struggling to rub against the rough palm of the man, and was dispelled one by one.

Although Aslan is known for his high force value in the Galactic Empire, according to regulations, the queen's bedroom is still surrounded by guards like iron barrels.

Calvin's painful mask, like an emperor like him, if he wants to leave his home, he must climb over the wall like a thief.No matter how you think about it, it's the fault of that old iceberg of Aslan.

The optical brain on the wrist suddenly vibrated, and the emperor fell precariously outside the wall, almost being shaken off.

The sender is Ruan Yao.

Calvin's heart skipped a beat.

There is only one audio coming.

Very short, probably less than five seconds.

After Calvin heard this, he instantly felt his blood pressure soar, and his face turned red with rage. If anger could be transformed into strength, His Majesty the Emperor would probably be able to smash the wall between him and Ruan Yao with one punch.

That bastard Aslan, he knew that this old man would have no good intentions!He said he wanted to take it home to comfort him, but in fact he was stealing it while he was away!

The angry emperor moved much faster, pressing one hand viciously on the window sill.

The room inside the window sill was brightly lit, and under the shadows of the lights were two ambiguous figures entangled together.

The audio from Ruan Yao has no other content.

It was just a simple, crying gasp.

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