Desire of Passing Through the Book

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The spirit boat is parked in the center of the formation.
    There is a vague mist floating around, the thick black water is as calm as a mirror, and the space between the sky and the earth is like a black-and-white ink scroll. Only this lone boat adds a bit of color.
    Chu Ruoting lay on the bow, looking up at the dark gray sky, and urged: "Hurry up."
    Kuang Hanchen knelt between her legs, stacked her red dress to her waist, looking at the flower shop. His eyes were fascinated.
    He watched Chu Ruoting's expression cautiously, and saw that she was not impatient. He stretched out two fingers, gently rubbed two wet petals, and gently rubbed his fingertips at the acupuncture point.
    The strength is neither light nor heavy, nor eager nor slow, Chu Ruoting frowned, her pupils gradually becoming confused as she looked at the sky.
    The thick juice gurgled from the secluded cave, and the tender meat bit his fingertips. Kuang Hanchen couldn't hold it back. He lowered his head, pressed his lips against her flower gap, and licked carefully with his tongue.
    The hot and slippery tongue dexterously stretched into the flower hole to push and thrust, itching into the spine.
    Chu Ruoting tensed her legs and couldn't help but pant.
    She held the plank with one hand, and clasped the top of Kuang Hanchen's head with the other, arched her waist and grabbed his bun more and more loosely.
    Kuang Hanchen supported her white legs and worked devoutly for her. The thin lips sucked the flower nucleus and sucked it until it was congested and red, and it was turbulent. Chu Ruoting couldn't help but tightened his hair, clamped his head, groaning and being sent to the top of the wave.
    The crystal water stains covered Kuang Hanchen's face, dripping down the bridge of his nose. He didn't care, the tip of his tongue curled up, and he swallowed all the bits and pieces, as if he was tasting the rain after a long drought.
    Before Chu Ruoting recovered from her afterglow, Kuang Hanchen put her legs up and put them on her shoulders. The already stiff penis leaned against the slippery petals, half-a-headed, and asked softly: "Can you come in?"
    "Otherwise?" Chu Ruoting glared at him instead. Winking like silk.
    Kuang Hanchen laughed low.
    He put his hands into the lapels of her unfurled clothes, held two balls of plump breasts, and gently rubbed the sensitive breast beads with his fingertips. Immediately standing up, the thick penis broke through the slippery passage and sank in.
    Chu Ruoting gave a soft "um", her legs wrapped around his neck and closed her eyes.
    Kuang Hanchen almost collapsed by her tightness.
    He stretched a handsome face, rubbed her breasts together, pumping them up one by one.
    The sore and rotten flesh have healed a lot after double repairs just now, but they are still very painful. But now it doesn't matter whether his body is tight, whether he can stay with her is the most important thing.
    He didn't ask for anything, he wanted to be with her.
    Chu Ruoting fell into confusion under him, Kuang Hanchen couldn't help it any more, leaning down, boldly holding the lip of dreaming.
    Chu Ruoting opened her eyes because of the bitter smell of medicine.
    When he found out that Kuang Hanchen was kissing her, he just turned his head and listened to him begging: "Ruo Ting, let me kiss you... okay?"
    The flower hole under his body was hit regularly by him, and his desire was hard to fill. emptiness. Chu Ruoting hesitated for a while, but did not refuse.
    Kuang Hanchen was pleasantly surprised. He went to kiss her eyebrows, her peach cheeks, and the mole hidden in her sideburns indiscriminately and nervously. Finally, it came to her lips, opened her teeth, and the tip of her tongue was attacking the city in her mouth. Chu Ruoting's mouth was filled with a faint bitter medicinal smell, she moved her heart, raised her arm, passed Kuang Hanchen's long hair, clung to his neck, entangled the tip of his tongue, and deepened the response.
    His lips and teeth were intertwined, his breasts were rubbed by his big palm, and the penis embedded in the body smashed into a greasy sound of water, without leaving a trace of gaps.
    Chu Ruoting's body was swollen and sore, and the wrinkled inner wall was scratched by the upright penis. A certain point gave rise to a sharp refreshment. She bit Kuang Hanchen's lips, shaking her calf and letting out again, soft and soft. Leaning in his arms.
    Kuang Hanchen tried his best to endure the desire to vent. This time, without her reminding, he ran the law decision. After absorbing the yin water, the damaged body quickly recovered.
    He felt that his physical strength was better. He held Chu Ruoting's snow buttocks with his left hand, and gently rubbed her nipple with his right hand. The hard and hot penis thrust into the red and juicy flower path, splashing foam at the junction. Chu Ruoting just vented her body, Rui Xin was extremely sensitive, Kuang Hanchen tightened her muscles and tried to pump hundreds of times to reach the deepest point. Chu Ruoting couldn't help raising her neck, shuddering with the pleasure of being extinct.
    The spirit boat swayed and waved on the surface of the sea, stirring up waves of water.
    Chu Ruoting's tunnel convulsed and clamped the penis that filled the tunnel. Kuang Hanchen snorted. The thick and long rhizomes lightly beat, loosening the essence, and the strands released and spewed.
    He hugged Chu Ruoting's graceful body tightly into his arms and leaned against her shoulders and gasped in a low voice.
    ...Just breathe it for her alone.
    Chu Ruoting's fingers touched the bandage on his broad spine and twisted it tightly.
    Suddenly she remembered something and asked: "Where is your magic weapon?" Her
    tone was hoarse after the emotional tide.
    Kuang Hanchen would be wrong, thinking that she wanted to play Eryu flute again, and kissed her
    profile lightly, "broken." Chu Ruoting was startled.
    If the magic weapon is broken, it will be detrimental to cultivation. She said, "Take it out and let me see."
    Kuang Hanchen took out the broken Mo Yudi from the sea of ​​consciousness.
    Chu Ruoting has learned craftsmanship from Helian Youhen for many years, and she is very precise here. She checked Mo Yudi carefully, a spirit fire burst out from her fingertips, welded the cross section, and fired a few more mana, but in a moment, the magic weapon of her life was repaired.
    "Here, take it." Chu Ruoting back into the palm minister cold conditions, Shunzui on the Road, "will use a use my moment there is no suitable material, another day will help you refine order instruments all day long."
    Condition cold caress minister With the repaired jade flute, my heart feels warm.
    He embraced her sleek and small shoulders happily and asked: "Ruo Ting, are you going to want me?"
    "What?"
    "You told me to leave Xi Hai before and don't show up again..." Kuang Hanchen pursed his lips, "Now I say'another day' again."
    Chu Ruoting almost flashed her tongue. She didn't admit it: "Is there?"
    "You just said it clearly."
    Chu Ruoting couldn't stop being fooled, sternly, "Do you believe what the woman said in bed?"
    Kuang Hanchen was shocked, but she didn't expect that she would be a rogue and flushed red. Shui Yingying's eyes whispered: "It was you who made me believe you again, how can you lie to me..." Chu Ruoting couldn't stand his glazed-like appearance, and covered his mouth, "Okay." Okay! Didn't you make me think about it? I'm still thinking about it."
    Kuang Hanchen didn't dare to push her into a hurry.
    After a while, an itching came from the palm of his hand.
    But Kuang Hanchen was kissing her gently. Along the palm lines, the soft lips kissed the wrist, the inner side of the arm, and twisted to her shoulder... Then, she pushed her down on the boat board.
    *
    Jing Mo sat for a while at the entrance of Xuanshuang Palace.
    He thought a lot in his mind.
    Although I don't understand, I have always thought about it seriously.
    He supported the moiré hairband between his forehead, as if making a certain determination, got up and walked towards the main hall.
    In the past ten years, he has been under the protection of Chu Ruoting, his cultivation base has not improved, and he has no insight into world affairs.
    He doesn't want to be a drag.
    Jing Mo came to the main hall and crossed the threshold, but he saw that Helian Youhen was still on the throne, holding it with one hand, and the soap boots piping with silver thread stepped on the edge of the case, still closing his eyes.
    "What are you doing?"
    Helian Youhen didn't lift his head, his voice was cold.
    He is in a bad mood.
    Chu Ruoting simply didn't put him in his eyes, the inferior lock spirit sword that he could make with her feet when he was three years old, she even dared to take it out and pretend! At that time, he wanted to break her down. The surname was indeed difficult to live. He didn't want the poisonous grandmother to hold Chu Ruoting's handle, and forbeared him, he simply opened his eyes and closed his eyes, forget it.
    He Lian Youhen was always upset when he was being teased grandiosely.
    Jing Mo straightened his back, knelt in front of him on one knee, his eyes fell on the red blood splashed from the Song Dynasty on the jade steps, and lowered his head: "Mojun, subordinates dare to ask you something."
    Helian Youhen He opened his narrow eyes suddenly, and said coldly, "You are really brave." In the
    past, he used Jingmo again, precisely because Jingmo spoken Shaojue did not ask why.
    Now that I have been with Chu Ruoting for ten years, it has obviously changed too much.
    It's not right... Not
    only Jing Mo has become the only one, he has also changed.
    Hector quiet eyes glanced marks Jing street Kiyotoshi face, faint authentic: "Well, what to ask."
    Jing street: "Why should the prince of my soul?" "You
    were born at the time of the lunar month Yin Yin, The soul is the best spirit of the demi-god magic weapon." Helian Youhen has nothing to say, "and your body can also be used to refine the puppet war god."
    Jing Mo had heard of this.
    He nodded, "Thanks to the devil's acceptance, his subordinates can survive to this day. Although alienated from the devil, the subordinates still remember the vows they made...Wish to live for the devil and die for the devil!"
    Jing Mo admitted to death. .
    There was a plague that year, Helian Youhen rescued him. He was grateful and never thought of betrayal.
    Helian Youhen rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, "You came here to tell me this?" How
    dare he move Jing Mo.
    If he hurts a piece of Jing Mo's hair, wouldn't Chu Ruoting come back with him?
    Jing Mo raised his clear eyes and said to Helian Youhen: "Although his subordinates lack the soul, but the demon Lord has been good to Chu Chu over the years, and his subordinates have always understood."
    "What a good thing!" Helianyou Hinch mouth retorted.
    He muttered inside, is it so obvious? Even Jing Mo could see that he was different from Chu Ruoting?
    Jing Mo was puzzled. He tilted his head and asked, "Why doesn't the devil admit it? I may not understand anything else, but every time you look at Chuchu, it is the same as me, Song Shi, and Chu Chu. "
    That's the look in the eyes that Adoration likes.
    He will never admit his mistakes.
    In his heart, Demon Lord is very good, Song Shi is also very good, it would be better for everyone to be together. Why should we be hostile to each other to calculate and fight against each other?
    Song Zhi's death today shocked his heart. He didn't want to see Demon Lord and was injured because of it, and he didn't want to embarrass both Chu and Chu.
    Helian Youhen seemed to be sitting in the clouds and mist, unable to distinguish world events.
    He stared at Jing Mo with a falcon-like gaze, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you mean?"
    Jing Mo blinked, and said, "Mojun, you love Chuchu."
    Just like he and Song Shi, both love neat.
    Helian Youhen was furious, stood up suddenly with anger, brushed his sleeves, "Nonsense!"
    What loves it or not! He has lived dignifiedly for thousands of years, how could he fall in love with a saint in San Gong? It's because the old demons are all dead, otherwise they won't have to jump out of the grave and catch him scolding him incompetently!
    "I'm not talking nonsense, Demon Lord, think about it, don't you love Chu Chu?" Jing Mo said, "I can stay with Chu Chu because I will tell her everything in my heart, never without telling her, cheating on her. Jing street angel than a thousand times worse, if not tell spotlessly clean, how can we know her heart is how to think? maybe, Tutu also love the prince, like love, like me. "
    at least in In his opinion, Chu Chu treated Demon Lord better than Song Shi.
    Helian Youhen carefully chewed the meaning of the word "love", dumbfounded.
    Chu Ruoting loves him?
    Will you love him?
    Helian Youhen couldn't help thinking, if Chu Ruoting loved him like Jingmo... couldn't restrain the corners of her mouth from rising. Why are you so happy? Is it true that as Jing Mo said, he loves him and expects her to respond to him?
    Helian Youhen was distressed and irritable, pacing back and forth with his hands in his hands.
    He was about to ask Jing Mo a few more questions, but Daiying's voice was heard from outside the door, "Devil Lord, what you are going to do has been done."
    Jing Mo turned his head back, his eyes gleaming. "Daiying, are you back?"
    Daiying had a cold face, holding a knife in her left hand, and carrying a seven-foot black painted coffin on one shoulder, striding into the hall.
    Helian Youhen's expression condensed, frowned, and waved his hand to Jing Mo, "You go back first."