The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

"Um...ah..."

In the spacious and beautiful sleeping hall, there are small, unbearable groans | groans, behind the shaking curtain, the slender and tall body is constantly bumping towards the body, and the bed seems to follow the owner's force, And shaking violently like falling apart.

Through a gap in the curtain that occasionally swayed, one could see the person pressed down by that powerful body, beautiful, delicate, but also a little weak, the man's brows and eyes were slightly frowned, and the slender eyelashes trembled, matched with His pale complexion, biting his lips that were about to be torn, made people unable to bear the urge to abuse.

The person who controlled the slender man had a deep light in his eyes, his hands sank from the opponent's waist, and when he squeezed hard, it turned into a bruise.

"Qingqing, the sound you made just now was really nice, let me say it again, huh?"

Joking, hoarse voice, full of infinite affection, if it was a woman, her muscles and bones must have softened, but the man below her turned her head to the side with restraint, and bit her lips even tighter.

Anger flashed in Jimo Huan's eyes, the two people's nipples were still connected, but he grabbed the man's buttocks with both hands, and turned him around once, turning him into a slender man with Jimo Huan next to him In the scene below, the majesty that was still slightly exposed at first, with the change of body position, completely penetrated into that small orifice.

"what!"

Suppressed, screaming in pain, hair like a waterfall fell down Jimo Huan's strong chest, and a wisp of ** flowed down the man's thigh to Jimo Huan's abdomen, reflecting his continuous upward movement, violent exercise The glittering beads of sweat add a touch of lust.

"..."

The man named Qing Qing remained silent to Jimo Huan's request, and nothing made him more angry than this kind of resistance.

"say!"

Jimo Huan's firm brows frowned, and a gloomy look appeared on his face. When he saw Qingqing's frowning brows, he suddenly parted his thin lips, revealing a cruel smile: "Qingqing, if you don't want to serve me, Your son will be very happy to take over your class. Speaking of which, does he look more and more like you? The same eyebrows..."

The rough, callused fingers rubbed heavily over the clear and light eyebrows, and there was a red mark between the eyebrows, which added a touch of beauty to the man's cold face.

"The same eyes, always so indifferent, ruthless..."

His lips were biting hard, blood lingered between the two lips, and Jimo Huan showed an intoxicated look on his face: "I don't know, are his lips as sweet as yours? His age can already bear my sweetness." I'm so 'loved'..."

"Snapped!"

There was a clear sound, always like a puppet on a string, without any resistance, the man who allowed Jimo Huan to ravage him showed a bit of uncontrollable hatred on his face: "Ji Mohuan, don't really make me look down on you!"

"If you dare to do it, I will make you regret it forever!"

Qingqing's body trembled, her lips trembled, even though he was still forced by Jimo Huan on his majesty, his pale face was already fierce and proud, compared to the weakness just now, it was more wild.

Jimo Huan covered his stinging face, and the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger: "Hahahahaha, sure enough, only that bastard and that bitch are your rebels. You have endured this king for so long, how can you Won't you continue to bear it?"

In his eyes, there was an undisguised murderous intent, who was the murderous intent, the two of them knew each other well, Qingqing's body trembled, his pale face lost all color in an instant, his knees parted, and he knelt down in half obediently again. Leaning on both sides of Jimo Huan's body, who was leaning on the high pillow, he was like a helpless lamb, cowardly, wanting to beg for love, but he dared not speak.

Jimo Huan's hand grasped loosely, suddenly grabbed Qingqing's waist, and sent it upwards, followed by a coquettish whisper, the sword was on the verge of breaking out just now, as if it was just an illusion: "Qingqing, as long as you don't provoke me Me, as long as you stay with me wholeheartedly, your child is my child, and I will definitely not let him suffer the slightest bit of grievance. What does he want? I will give him..."

With a faint voice, full of warmth, with her neck raised high, Qingqing, who was sent to the peak by Jimo Huan, seemed to have lost the ability to judge, but clenched her fists tightly, and her red lips continued to overflow with new passion.

The two people immersed in the passion did not know that the high-pitched voice attracted a person who couldn't sleep, a pair of eyes, hidden in the dark, quietly staring at all this, turbulent emotions, churning in the dark.

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"Mo Yan, if you want to stay by your side alone, what is the best way?"

Jimo Qi was leaning on the couch, his pale face, and his increasingly black eyes were deep and gloomy, making Mo Yan afraid to look directly at him.

"Your Highness, as the crown prince, if you want someone to stay by your side, isn't it easy? Many people beg you to take him in!"

Smiling obediently, even if he didn't understand why, Mo Yan thought about it seriously before answering.

"What if he refuses?"

Being stared at a little hairy, Mo Yan blurted out: "If he refuses, then find a way to make him agree!"

Jimo Qi's indifferent and heartless face suddenly evoked a strange smile, and a gleam of light rose in his dark eyes: "Yes, find a way to make him willing!"

Think of a way, and he deliberately said it in the softest tone. The wind was miserable, and Mo Yan lowered his head. Since the day before yesterday, he had been acting strangely, so he dared not contact him.

"Changing clothes for me, I want to see my father!"

Jimo Qi called Mo Yan who shrank himself into a ball, the light in his eyes became more and more compelling.