Sacrifice of evil god

Even if he is temporarily at a disadvantage, Tie still maintains the majesty of his evil lord, so naturally he will not struggle.If Qi Yue wants to be mean, let him do it.

It's just that he remembered this person's previous life, Qi Mei thousands of years ago, was the oiran of many stars and moons, how many people wanted to pave the way with mountains of gold and silver, and climbed to the end of Qi Mei's bed to play flute for him.Tie himself once said jokingly in front of all the young men that one day he would be so fascinated by Qi Mei that he would ask this beauty on the high mountains to play the flute for him.How much he felt sorry for Qi Mei at that time, no matter how frivolous his words were, they were just jokes.I don't want that person to be reincarnated after thousands of years, so he insists on serving his fleshy roots with his mouth. He is really self-deprecating and self-deprecating to the extreme. How can there be any glories of being an oiran in the past?

Thinking of this, Tie sneered, raised his head, and didn't even bother to look at Qi Yue again.

Qi Yue crouched between Tie's legs, eagerly sizing up this yang-like fetish.Even though it is limp at this moment, Tie's male figure is still unusually huge, with a purple-red handle hanging down from the dense black forest.Qi Yue couldn't help but leaned forward, and with a pious heart, took a deep breath of the fragrance lingering in the black forest.The slightly fishy musky smell made Qi Yue's mind intoxicated.

He carefully picked up the precious long weapon, touched the condom that had just been placed aside with the other hand, squeezed out the cream from his small mouth, and slowly pulled out a piece of cream along Tie's dick. With a long milky white thread, he jokingly said: "Hot dogs are topped with tomato sauce, mustard green sauce is served with sushi, butter should be served with French bread, and my dearest husband, if you want to see me eating butter, you have to ask When you ask me, what kind of eating method do you want to serve..."

Tie didn't understand any of what Qi Yue said about eating, but he knew very well that this little bitch wanted to eat butter and swallow his own turbidity.

The human form of the evil god is, after all, a man inseparable from emotions and desires.Just by imagining in her mind, Qi Yue rolled the jade ball in her throat, and swallowed all the things she shot into, the gorgeous scene, that male thing held in Qi Yue's hand and smeared with cream, is like Gradually there was a reaction.Under the plump stigma like a fleshy umbrella, there is a delicate groove embedded in it, and small red eyes are embedded in the top of the fleshy crown, spitting out some emotional clear liquid.

Qi Yue happily kept those changes in his eyes, and impatiently stretched out the tip of his pink tongue, facing the direction where the clear liquid dripped, and licked it from bottom to top.Cream that melts in your mouth is made delicious by the scalding and blood-filled vessel in which it is contained.

Tie originally thought that his avatar would be sucked into a warm narrow mouth, but unexpectedly, Qi Yue licked and licked, and then slowly stopped, squatting on his own in a daze.

Tie looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she asked, Qi Yue's tears would flow down inexplicably.

This time Tie seriously felt strange: "What's wrong with you?"

Qi Yue shook her head stupidly, and only spit out two words: "The lyrics..."

It turned out that the two hadn't ordered songs for a long time, and the carousel of recommended songs automatically started on the record player.At this time, the song "Stand-In" happened to be played, and the lyrics were sung like this: "It can make you happy, even if your body is injured, it is a pleasure; whether it is far or near, it is not worthy to be side by side with you; whether it is cold or warm, let me Love corrupts wreckage; I forgot to tell you, I don’t make a sound, I just want to cover up my sorrow. Fake chic, try my best to magnify. Love in disguise, it’s me who is love but buried alive; Love in anxiety, it’s love or resentment but it’s like a counterfeit .When you will cherish it, play nostalgia; I am afraid that I will end up being a toy forever..."

Qi Yue knelt on the ground, moved her lips, and murmured repeatedly: "When you will cherish, miss the old days and play with all your strength... I'm afraid I will end up, always a toy... always a toy..."

Qi Yue suddenly raised her head, and looked at his evil god earnestly with tears in her eyes: "Tie, am I just a toy? Am I the ancestor's substitute? Forever and ever, can I only be his substitute?"

At this time, the microphone cable tied to Tie's hands and feet loosened as if discouraged. "Boom! Boom!" There were two loud bangs, the sound of the microphone being reset on the ground, accompanied by an ear-piercing screaming echo.

Tie's heart also seemed to have been hit suddenly by a heavy blow, and the sudden heartache from nowhere stunned him for a moment.

He couldn't help himself, touched Qi Yue's cheek soaked in hot tears, and suddenly uttered two words: "Xiaoyue..."