Chapter 129 Love Her (H)

The spiritual boat is anchored in the center of the formation

There was a fog floating around, the dark sea was as quiet as a mirror, and the sky and the earth seemed like a black and white ink scroll. Only this lonely boat added a little brighter color

Chu Ruoting lay on the bow of the boat, looking up at the dark gray and hazy sky, and urged: Hurry up

Kuang Hanchen knelt between her legs, stacked her red skirts to her waist, and looked at the flower house with a fascination.

He carefully peeked into Chu Ruoting's expression. Seeing that she was not impatient, he stretched out two fingers, gently plucked two wet petals, and gently whipped and rubbed their fingertips at the hole.

The force is neither light nor heavy, neither hurry nor slow, Chu Ruoting frowned, and looked at the sky with her pupils gradually fascinated

The sticky juice flowed out from the secret cave, and the tender flesh bit her fingertips. Kuang Hanchen couldn't help but lowered his head, put his lips on the gap of her flower, and stuck out his tongue to lick it carefully

The hot and smooth tongue trickled into the flower hole and thrust it into the spine.

Chu Ruoting tightened her legs and couldn't help but pant

She held the boat board with one hand and grabbed Kuang Hanchen's head with the other, arched her waist, and grabbed his hair into a mess.

Kuang Hanchen held her white legs and served her devoutly and concentrically

The thin lips sucked the flower core, making it sucked and red, and the pleasure surged. Chu Ruoting couldn't help but pull his hair tightly, clamped his head, and moaned and was sent to the skull.

The crystal clear water stains covered Kuang Hanchen's face, dripping down his high nose bridge, he didn't care, his tongue rolled around and swallowed it in every bit, as if he was tasting the sweet red color after a long drought.

Before Chu Ruoting could come back from the afterglow, Han Chen raised her legs and put them on her shoulders.

The already hard penis pressed against the two slippery petals and barely entered half of its head, and asked softly: Can you come in?

What about that? Chu Ruoting glared at him angrily, but instead looked like a silky look

Kuang Hanchen laughed softly

He reached into her scattered laces with both hands, held two balls of plump breasts, and gently crushed the sensitive nipple beads with his fingertips, then stepped forward, and the thick penis broke through the smooth corridor, and the whole thing was buried.

Chu Ruoting said softly, wrapped her legs around his neck, closed her eyes

Kuang Hanchen almost collapsed by her tightness

He had a handsome face tense, rubbed her breasts, and started thrusting one after another.

The poisonous sores and rotten meat healed a lot after two practices just now, but it still hurts very much when it is involved. But now my body is not tight, so whether I can stay with her is the most important thing.

He asked nothing, just wanted to be with her

Chu Ruoting fell into a mess under him, and Han Chen couldn't help it anymore, so he bent down and plucked his courage to hold the lips that he had been thinking about day and night.

The bitter smell of medicine suddenly approached, and Chu Ruoting opened her eyes

When he found that Kuang Hanchen was kissing her, he just turned his head and heard him begging: Ruoting, let me kiss you... OK?

The flower hole under his body was hit hard by him one by one, and his desire was hard to fill. He was empty and Chu Ruoting hesitated for a while and did not refuse.

Kuang Hanchen was surprised. He kissed her eyebrows nervously, her cheeks, and the mole hidden in his hair.

Finally, I turned to her lips, pried open the teeth, and attacked the city and pondered the pond in her mouth.

Chu Ruoting's mouth was filled with a faint bitter smell of medicine. She moved her heart, raised her arm, passed through Kuang Hanchen's long hair, climbed on his neck, wrapped around his tongue, deepened the response.

The lips and teeth were intertwined, and his breasts were rubbed by his big palm. The penis embedded in his body made a sticky sound of water, combined with no gap.

Chu Ruoting was swollen and sore under her body, and was scratched by her perky penis and a certain point felt sharp and refreshed. She bit Kuang Hanchen's lips, trembling calves and ejaculated again, leaning softly in his arms.

Kuang Hanchen tried his best to endure the desire to vent. This time, he did not need her to remind him, so he used the magic trick. After absorbing the Yin water, the damaged body recovered quickly.

He felt that he had better physical strength. He held Chu Ruoting's snow buttocks with his left hand and gently rubbed her nipples with his right hand. The hard and scorching penis penetrated into the red and juicy flower path, and white foam splashed at the intersection.

Chu Ruoting had just ejaculated, and Ruixin was extremely sensitive. Kuang Hanchen tightened his muscles and tried hard to thrust hundreds of times, reaching the deepest point

Chu Ruoting couldn't help but raise her neck, and was trembling with the pleasure of the devastating

The spiritual boat sways on the sea, stirring up waves

Chu Ruoting spasms in the corridor and clamped the penis that filled the corridor. Kuang Hanchen groaned, and the thick and long rhizomes jumped gently, loosening the sperm gate, and gushed out.

He hugged Chu Ruoting's graceful body tightly into his arms, leaned on her shoulder and gasped in a low voice.

... Just breathe for her alone

Chu Ruoting touched the bandage on his broad back with his fingers, and wrapped it tightly.

She suddenly remembered something and asked: Where is your natal magic weapon?

The tone is still hoarse after the tide of love

Kuang Hanchen had a wrong idea, and thought she wanted to play with the jade flute and block the essence again, so she gently kissed her side face, it was broken

Chu Ruoting was stunned

If the natal magic weapon is broken, it will be harmful to cultivation. She said: Take it out and I'll take a look.

Not only Han Chen took out the broken black jade flute from the sea of ​​consciousness

Chu Ruoting has been learning to refine weapons for many years with Helian Youhen, and he is very skilled in this way.

She carefully checked the Mo Yu flute, and a spiritual fire jumped out of her fingertips, welded the section, and fired out a few more magic powers. In just a moment, she completed the repair of her natal magic weapon.

Look, take it, Chu Ruoting put it back to Kuang Hanchen's palm, and said with his mouth, I will just use it and I don't have the right materials now, and I will help you refine it into a Heaven-level magic weapon.

The Hanchen stroked the jade flute and felt warm in his heart

He happily hugged her round and small shoulders and asked: Ruoting, are you planning to ask me?

What?

You asked me to leave Xihai before and not show up again... Kuang Hanchen pursed his lips, and now he said 'Next day'

Chu Ruoting almost flashed her tongue and she refused to admit it: Is there any?

You said it clearly just now

Chu Ruoting couldn't continue to fool her, she was so harsh and timid. Do you believe what a woman said on the bed?

Kuang Hanchen looked shocked, but she didn't expect that she would be a scoundrel, with her bright eyes red, and she whispered: You asked me to believe you again, how could you lie to me... Chu Ruoting couldn't stand his crisp appearance as glass, covered his mouth, OK! Didn't you let me consider it? I'm still thinking

Kuang Hanchen dared not force her into a hurry

After a while, itchy sounds from the palm

But it was Kuang Hanchen who was gently kissing her along the lines of her palm, kissing her soft lips little by little to her wrist, the inner side of her arm, winding to her shoulders... and then pushed her down on the board

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Jing Mo sat in front of Xuanshuang Palace for a stick of incense

He thought a lot in his mind

Although I can't figure it out, I've always thought about it seriously

He held up the cloud-patterned hairband on his forehead, as if he had made up some 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 has not improved at all and he cannot understand the world.

He doesn't want to be a drag

Jing Mo came to the main hall and crossed the threshold. But he saw Helian Youhen still on the throne, holding a chin with one hand, and the soap boots with silver thread rolling edges were stomping on the edge of the desk, still closing his eyes

What are you doing?

Hen even raised his head, his voice was cold and thin

He's in a very bad mood

Chu Ruoting didn't take him seriously. He could make a sub-sized spirit-locking sword with his feet at the age of three, but she dared to take it out and pretend!

At that time, I wanted to expose her. The one with the surname Kuan was really hard to survive. He didn't want the Du Dao to take Chu Ruoting's handle. He endured it and simply turned a blind eye to the end.

Helian Youhen was always unhappy when he was teased.

Jing Mo straightened his back and knelt in front of him on one knee, his eyes fell on the bright red blood splashed on the jade steps, and lowered his head: Demon Lord, I'm brave enough to ask you something

Helian Youhen suddenly opened his narrow eyes and said coldly: You are really brave.

In the past, he used Jing Mo because Jing Mo said little and never asked why

Now that I have been following Chu Ruoting for ten years, it has obviously changed a lot.

Not right...

It has become more than Jing Mo, but he himself has changed too

Helian Youhen glanced at Jing Mo Qingjun's face and said lightly: Say it, what do you want to ask

Jing Mo: Why does the Demon Lord want my soul?

You were born in the Yin year and the Yin month, and your soul is the best spirit of the semi-gods and demons. There is nothing to say about Helian Youhen, and your body can also be used to refine it into a puppet war god.

Jingmo has heard of this

He nodded, thanks to the Demon Lord's inn, so that his subordinates can survive until now, although they are alienated from the Demon Lord, but his subordinates still remember the oath they made... I wish to live for the Demon Lord and die for the Demon Lord!

Jing Mo admits his truth

There was a plague back then, Helian Youhen saved him, and he was grateful and never thought of betrayal.

Helian Youhen rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. You just wanted to tell me this?

How dare he touch Jing Mo

If you hurt Jing Mo's hair, wouldn't Chu Ruoting get the death to fight him when she comes back?

Jing Mo raised his clear eyes and said to Helian Youhen: Although his subordinates lack souls, the Demon Lord has always understood the goodness of Chuchu over the years.

What's good! Helian Youhen retorted stubbornly

He muttered in his heart, is it that obvious? Even Jing Mo could see that he was different from Chu Ruoting?

Jing Mo was puzzled, and he tilted his head and asked: Why don’t the Demon Lord admit it? I may not understand anything else, but every time you look at Chuchu, the look you look at Chuchu is the same as me, Song Ju, and Chuchu.

That's the look of admiration and love

He will never admit his mistake

In his heart, the Demon Lord is very good, and Song Ju is also very good. It would be better if we are together. Why should we be hostile to each other and compete with each other?

Song Ju's death today shook his heart. He didn't want to see the Demon Lord hurt, and he didn't want to make both Chuchu feel embarrassed.

Helian Youhen seemed to be sitting in the clouds and could not distinguish the world

His eagle-like gaze stared at Jing Mo and gritted his teeth and said: What do you mean?

Jing Mo blinked and pointed it out: Demon Lord, you love Chuchu

Just like him and Song Ju, they both love Chu Chu

Helian Youhen was furious and stood up suddenly in anger, brushing his sleeves, talking nonsense!

What do you love or not? He has lived for thousands of years as a decent sea demon king. How could he fall in love with a saint of sanctification? Fortunately, the old demon kings are all dead, otherwise they would not have been able to jump out of the grave and call him stupid and incompetent!

I didn't say nonsense, Demon Lord, think about it carefully, don't you love Chuchu?

Jing Mo paused, I could stay with Chuchu because I told her everything in my heart, and never hide it from her, and deceived her, the Demon Lord is millions of times better than Jing Mo. If I don’t tell Chuchu, how could she know what she was thinking? Maybe Chuchu loves the Demon Lord very much, just like she loves me.

At least in his opinion, Chuchu is much better at treating the Demon Lord than Song Ju.

Helian Youhen chewed carefully the word love, and he was stunned

Chu Ruoting loves him?

Will you love him?

Helian Youhen couldn't help but think, if Chu Ruoting loved him like Jing Mo...

Can't suppress the rise of the mouth

Why so happy?

Could it be that as Jing Mo said, he loves him and expects her to respond to him too?

Helian Youhen was distressed and irritable, and paced back and forth with his hands in his arms

He was about to ask Jing Mo a few more questions, but Dai Ying's voice came from outside the door, "Demon Lord, what you sent to do is done, you have done it."

Jing Mo turned around and his eyes were slightly bright. Daiying, are you back?

Daiying's face was cold and solemn, holding a knife in her left hand, carrying a pair of seven-foot black painted coffin on one shoulder, and stepped into the hall with big strides.

Helian Youhen's expression subsided, frowned, waved his hand at Jing Mo, you retreat first