Chapter 228 Brutal Sand

When he threw the martial arts to her house that day, Yan Shiqian took some things from her.

It wasn't that he wanted to do this, it was because of the wind that there was a stream of sand and dust coming from unknown sources, and his teeth were dry and bitter.

He came back from a walk all the way and killed some unsightly Shangxi lackeys, but there was more and more sand and dust in the wind. In the second half of the night, he was lying on the bed alone like the clan land when he was a child. No matter how beautiful it was, it always seemed like he had eaten a few gravel inadvertently. It was not a big deal, but it was just annoying.

So he would go to a very far place at night, looking for something to rinse his mouth.

Later, he finally walked far away, and settled in the northern border.

Guarding the highest cliff in the north, bragging with the group of idiot brothers around him, the glaciers rushing down the river valley, the scorching red magma, the men pillowing on the tip of the knife, and... and the backs following the man who was walking in the sea of ​​blood, all looked like springs without any gravel, not bitter or dirty.

But I never expected that I hadn't tasted the wind and sand again in the past, blowing from the past and filling his mouth.

He was so upset.

For example, it is not easy to pull the wool off your body.

He has been a great monster who has only been a man for a long time, with a lot of wings, and the fur on his body is absolutely impossible to be as fluffy and soft as before he sacrificed himself.

The plump fluff in the past was as hard as a lion's mane. The outer layer of hair was covered with poison. If necessary, it would become a blade that could be sealed with blood and slaughter the invading enemies.

And even these are nothing.

The most deadly thing is about his racial traits, which he can't remember clearly.

When he was young, he was a clan. When he grew up, someone would teach him carefully what to do in the future.

But he left with a sense of arrogance and nonchalantness. Nothing can defeat him and nothing can defeat him.

But Yan Shiqian never expected that, just looking at the mirror that day, he was covered in poisonous fur, and was at a loss.He didn't even know how many layers of his snow-white hair were inside.

People say that you don’t know everything when you grow up, but you suddenly find that you don’t know anything, so you don’t know anything.

In Tiandu, even if there is a world of formation barrier that can make them less restrained, he cannot freely transform back into his original body and can only maintain a form of the size of the cave.

To put it bluntly, it was like being put into a transparent box that was hundreds of times smaller than your body.

Just maintaining the demonic shape makes him feel in pain.

But there is nothing to do.

When things come, I have to bear it.

It is just the easiest step to take torture and turns into a much smaller demon body curled up in this small cave.

He knew nothing, and he was driven to do so with his instinct of only half-knowing knowledge.

Yan Shiqian took a night to figure out where his softest fluff was born, and then he was in a panic and found that he couldn't reach it.

I used my claws to grab it, but the sharp claws that could slam the enemy's head like a bottle, clumsy as if they had grown on the first day. I was thinking about where I was, but I couldn't reach it. I grabbed the ground and opened my flesh, but I didn't pull off any fluff.

He couldn't help but scold his ancestors, why couldn't he give him more hair-pulling claws?

After struggling for a long time, he was like a suicide scene. Before he almost died in front of his claws, he finally accidentally discovered that he could hold it in his mouth.

Hold.

After Cute had this idea, he couldn't help but scold him.

As a result, he turned his head and put away his blood-toothed fangs with difficulty and clumsiness, arched into his fur, and grabbed the first bunch of fluff that could be reached, he cursed on the spot.

Fuck it, it's even more disgusting than the first time he learned to masturbate.

But there is no trick.

At that time, he couldn't even bear the pain of his cock, so how could he bear the pain of the falling flesh on his body being pricked by rough hair in the future?

While cursing, he held the softest fluff on the flesh with his mouth.

But his body really has too many thick hairs.

In addition, the first time he did this, he was completely shady. How could he say that the hair he pulled off was so accurate that he could pick it up in one bite?

What's more, his mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth are a weapon that should chew the enemy's bones. It's good to tear off a large piece of hair, and often tear off a large piece of blood and squeezing away from the skin and flesh.

And Yan Shiqian finally figured out why the fluff in these places is the tenderest because it grows on the tenderest flesh.

He couldn't remember how much time it took him to pull down all the tenderest fluff on his body.

Without a mirror, he knew how ugly his current wound was, and he didn't know how long it would take to grow back, or if he would be disfigured if he never grew back.

She likes furry so much. What if she dislikes him when she sees him like this in the future?

She dares.Suffer her.

After pulling the hair, he lay weakly in the vast white area, thinking like this.

However, Yan Shiqian did not expect that fate would make people mess with people later. She had never seen his complete demon body, and she didn't know if she would really like the snow-white furry as she showed, or was she tricked to trick him into fucking her in bed. Second, she had never seen him get fur in this body.

Third, she didn't fucking dislike his fur, she disliked him for being pregnant with someone else's seed.

He didn't slap her pussy either.

Having said that, after pulling the hair, Yan Shiqian didn't go out for two days.

Azhan thought he had died in the cave, so he knocked on the door every day and asked him, "Aqian, you are not dead."

He couldn't tell whether he was fainting or awake, thinking, "Why didn't I just peel off my whole skin and then find the softest fluff little by little?"'Really, he guessed that the whole picture should be peeled to give himself some pleasure.

This will happen.

Even Yan Qian couldn't tell whether he was fainting or awake.

The fluff that shook in the wind was connected to his flesh, his tendons, his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

I don’t know if it was the wind brought by death or the wind lifted the corner of the skirt of death.Azhan cried endlessly in the wind, and the wind blew his tears.

Her tears.It all blew into his mouth.

All the bitterness and all kinds of tastes in the past are much more bitter than the ones that are now.

But I can't resist the recklessness of my youth and grow up to be a fool.

When she left the You family, she was questioned and quarreled with her and couldn't help but curse her, she opened the door and went to death without any worries. All of this was not to be said.

The mouth is full of bitterness and the eyes are full of sand.

That sand is called overestimating yourself.

I overestimate that I would not be stupid like Ke Zai. I overestimate that I have nothing to do with it and I can't stop him. Even with the oil bottle, the sky is still high and the sea is wide.

If you overestimate yourself, you can do anything. If you have her or not, you will be as casual as you can raise this thing.

I overestimated that I was not afraid of heaven or earth, and if I died, I would just give my life to the northern border. At worst, I could just let this damn thing be an orphan that I don’t love.

Overestimate that I don't feel any pain.

Overestimated myself...

It's not that I don't like her.

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