After a sumptuous dinner, the relationship between the women seemed extremely close, which made me think that these women had already known each other. Looking at the women with different temperaments, I couldn't help but feel a little happy. I could settle the newly-recommended woman with no effort.
Looking at Feng Huáng'er with a little dull look under the light, I asked quickly: My most annoying lady, what exactly makes you feel depressed? Tell me to my husband, I will definitely help you solve it.
Listening to the beautiful voice full of care in his ears, Chen Yulian looked at her little husband with her little hands stroking her back repeatedly, and said beggingly: Mr. Feng Huáng'er encountered a very difficult thing and needed your help to complete it. Can you help her?
Opening his mouth nonchalantly, Feng Huáng'er stopped Chen Yulian in embarrassment and said: Sister Lian'er, how can you let the leader take risks like that? Once... once... a crisis occurs, why can I explain it to my sisters? You already know that the relationship between our mother and daughter and the Linghu family is not good.
I quickly pulled my plump body closer to me. At the same time, I looked at Feng Huáng'er with burning eyes and said with a blame: Feng Huáng'er does her own business, and her husband controls her own safety. Do we need to obey the Linghu family at all times and get the instructions of their family members before we can do things?
But I was full of curiosity about the Linghu family. A coquettish woman who was walking outside was still afraid of her at all times.
Feng Huáng'er thought of the grudge between the Lan family and the Linghu family, and felt the true feelings in his little husband's words. He couldn't help but feel a little happy. He raised his pitiful jade face and asked with an anxious face: Husband, will you protect Feng Huáng'er at all times in the future and prevent Feng Huáng'er from being bullied by the whole family? The flowing eyes of autumn water were also looking forward to Yuan Chengzhi, as if his decision would determine his future destiny.
Thinking that hundreds of years ago, Lan Feng Huáng Yun had the intention of loving Linghu Chong, but because the person standing in front of him was the master Ren Yingying, he could not express his love in his heart. After a couple of fairy couples retired, they did not give the short love letter to the prodigal son Linghu Chong.
The woman in front of me was like a helpless little girl. My passionate heart couldn't help but feel very reluctant. I wiped away the tears from Feng Huáng'er's eyes with my big hands and said firmly: My little Feng Huáng, tell me the difficult things for everyone to listen to. Even if I need to pick the stars in the sky, my husband will help you do it.
Quickly put her sister Lian'er in the wheelchair, Feng Huáng'er explained to me who was puzzled and said: Feng Huáng'er is asking his husband to help Feng Huáng'er practice the Great Movement of the Ming Cult, so that the peerless magical power will not be lost to the Ming Cult, and that it will reappear in the martial arts world.
After saying that, she took Yuan Chengzhi's hand and walked outside without caring about the doubts of the sisters next to her.
Stop Sun Xiaoyue and Nangong Tianwei who were about to catch up, Chen Yulian said with a smile: In the depths of this sect, there is a secret room where the sect leader practiced Kung Fu a hundred years ago. Feng Huáng's mother was even more obsessed with the move of the universe in the sect. She had to stay in the cold pool behind the secret room, so the violent true energy in the body of a pig was so fast that Feng Huáng came here in such a timely manner. She was also eager to save her mother from the sea of suffering.
After walking through the dim underground corridor for about ten minutes, I led Feng Huáng'er to avoid several mechanisms, but I still didn't see the secret room she mentioned. I couldn't help but feel impatient and asked the beautiful woman beside me: Feng Huáng'er, how long will it take to arrive at the quiet room where your mother is?
Thinking of living in such a dark place for decades, he couldn't help but feel wronged for Feng Huáng's mother.
The narrow space forced Feng Huáng'er to squeeze her plump body into the arms of her little husband. Every time she walked forward, she would make each other's body rubbing sounds.
Feng Huáng'er felt intoxicated by the warm body of the young man in front of him, and was actually looking forward to the passage that he had always hated, and would never reach the end.
The breathing in her nose became more and more difficult, which made her pink arms tightly wrap around my neck, and she shouted in a soft voice: Husband, what a strong fragrance!
I had already smelled the strange fragrance, looked down at the young woman in my arms and looked more and more flushed, and hummed a ecstatic and melancholy voice in my nose, and said in surprise: Oh no, we fell into the trap set by your mother again, it was too bad, and we actually arranged the peach blossom miasma
Looking anxiously ahead, I found that the fragrance was rising.
The peach blossom miasma recorded in Chi Ya, the familiar poison scripture, which is also revealed in the mind. It is a kind of poison miasma that makes people's desire rise, but it is difficult to move the body.
Just as he finished speaking, before he could remind the charming woman in his arms, Yuan Chengzhi felt weak all over and slowly fell to the stone platform behind him.
Quickly break away from the broad chest that made me reluctant to leave. Feng Huáng'er's slender fingers touched her little husband's face, and said in surprise and admiration: Hum, you are so knowledgeable, worthy of the descendant of the saint-hand scholar, even know the most mysterious peach blossom miasma in our Miaojiang.
I was actually caught in the plot of the fairy in front of me, but I didn't feel her malice towards me. I felt relieved. I tried my best to slowly stretch my hand to the blue blood sword around my waist, and asked with a hint of curiosity in my calmness: Why can you not be affected by the peach blossom miasma?
I understand that my young husband is a man with great medical skills, but I don’t know that he has profound attainments in poisoning. He actually used the Green Blood Sword to delay the spread of miasma. Feng Huánger hurriedly untied the Green Blood Sword on my waist, patted his cheeks, and smiled unrestrainedly: Husband really likes to pretend to be a pig and eat tigers, and hides his abilities all the time. Fortunately, I have enough weight to peach blossom miasma, otherwise you would have driven the Nine Yin and the Nine Yang mixed true qi to untire the miasma and leave me.
After finally losing my hope, I couldn't help but smile and said: Feng Huáng'er doesn't want to take over her husband and imprison her husband here, right?
I also regretted it at this moment. I have always trusted women too much and didn't have a trace of guarding.
After a few strokes, Feng Huáng'er let the thin clothes she was wearing completely fall to the ground, leaving only a pair of underwear as big as a palm, shaking her plump body, shaking her long flying hair, and showing a frightened expression on her face and said: Husband, Feng Huáng'er dare not imprison you here, the ancient tomb sect, the Xiaoyao sect, the Zhang family, the Linghu family, the Yang family, and the Dongfang family once they haven't heard of you for three days, it would be strange if they don't swallow Feng Huáng'er alive?
After a little worried, I actually had a wonderful body to watch. I felt relaxed in my heart. Looking at the plump body of the woman in front of me, I looked at the plump and plump jade peaks with a burning look. When I found that the two peaks were actually in the same way as my son and wife, I wanted to reach out without worry and bite it on it. Yuan Chengzhi, who had long disappeared, finally made only sounds of swallowing saliva in his throat.
An embarrassed look appeared on his face and said angrily to Feng Huáng'er: Your rescue of your mother is also a lie, right?
A while
The laughter sounded, Feng Huáng'er put a jade palm on Yuan Chengzhi, untied the belt for him, looked at the angry face with affectionate eyes, and said in his mouth: Feng Huáng'er rescues his mother and allows the Great Transfer of the World to be inherited. Of course, I dare not lie to Mingzun. Of course, I am also a filial daughter. I must bring a handsome son-in-law to my mother, otherwise you will fail to rescue her. She has not seen her son-in-law yet, and found that our Lan family has already had successors, and finally let the Linghu family walk behind us.
The tender jade palms touched my face, which always brought a strange feeling; the towering jade peaks swung around my face, and the rich frankincense poured straight into my nose.
A pair of jade palms finally completely removed the clothes on the husband's body. Feng Huáng'er looked at the bulging muscles and couldn't help but stroke the palm that had nowhere to be placed. After a severe pain, Feng Huáng'er actually felt that her whole body was filled with softness and itching, as if she was born to know how to rub the place where she was stuffed by the fullness, which could relieve the strange feelings on her body and mind.
She couldn't help but push her husband's body down to the back, and rode steadily like a brave knight, shaking her plump buttocks, conquering the horse under her.
Looking at Feng Huáng'er with a little dull look under the light, I asked quickly: My most annoying lady, what exactly makes you feel depressed? Tell me to my husband, I will definitely help you solve it.
Listening to the beautiful voice full of care in his ears, Chen Yulian looked at her little husband with her little hands stroking her back repeatedly, and said beggingly: Mr. Feng Huáng'er encountered a very difficult thing and needed your help to complete it. Can you help her?
Opening his mouth nonchalantly, Feng Huáng'er stopped Chen Yulian in embarrassment and said: Sister Lian'er, how can you let the leader take risks like that? Once... once... a crisis occurs, why can I explain it to my sisters? You already know that the relationship between our mother and daughter and the Linghu family is not good.
I quickly pulled my plump body closer to me. At the same time, I looked at Feng Huáng'er with burning eyes and said with a blame: Feng Huáng'er does her own business, and her husband controls her own safety. Do we need to obey the Linghu family at all times and get the instructions of their family members before we can do things?
But I was full of curiosity about the Linghu family. A coquettish woman who was walking outside was still afraid of her at all times.
Feng Huáng'er thought of the grudge between the Lan family and the Linghu family, and felt the true feelings in his little husband's words. He couldn't help but feel a little happy. He raised his pitiful jade face and asked with an anxious face: Husband, will you protect Feng Huáng'er at all times in the future and prevent Feng Huáng'er from being bullied by the whole family? The flowing eyes of autumn water were also looking forward to Yuan Chengzhi, as if his decision would determine his future destiny.
Thinking that hundreds of years ago, Lan Feng Huáng Yun had the intention of loving Linghu Chong, but because the person standing in front of him was the master Ren Yingying, he could not express his love in his heart. After a couple of fairy couples retired, they did not give the short love letter to the prodigal son Linghu Chong.
The woman in front of me was like a helpless little girl. My passionate heart couldn't help but feel very reluctant. I wiped away the tears from Feng Huáng'er's eyes with my big hands and said firmly: My little Feng Huáng, tell me the difficult things for everyone to listen to. Even if I need to pick the stars in the sky, my husband will help you do it.
Quickly put her sister Lian'er in the wheelchair, Feng Huáng'er explained to me who was puzzled and said: Feng Huáng'er is asking his husband to help Feng Huáng'er practice the Great Movement of the Ming Cult, so that the peerless magical power will not be lost to the Ming Cult, and that it will reappear in the martial arts world.
After saying that, she took Yuan Chengzhi's hand and walked outside without caring about the doubts of the sisters next to her.
Stop Sun Xiaoyue and Nangong Tianwei who were about to catch up, Chen Yulian said with a smile: In the depths of this sect, there is a secret room where the sect leader practiced Kung Fu a hundred years ago. Feng Huáng's mother was even more obsessed with the move of the universe in the sect. She had to stay in the cold pool behind the secret room, so the violent true energy in the body of a pig was so fast that Feng Huáng came here in such a timely manner. She was also eager to save her mother from the sea of suffering.
After walking through the dim underground corridor for about ten minutes, I led Feng Huáng'er to avoid several mechanisms, but I still didn't see the secret room she mentioned. I couldn't help but feel impatient and asked the beautiful woman beside me: Feng Huáng'er, how long will it take to arrive at the quiet room where your mother is?
Thinking of living in such a dark place for decades, he couldn't help but feel wronged for Feng Huáng's mother.
The narrow space forced Feng Huáng'er to squeeze her plump body into the arms of her little husband. Every time she walked forward, she would make each other's body rubbing sounds.
Feng Huáng'er felt intoxicated by the warm body of the young man in front of him, and was actually looking forward to the passage that he had always hated, and would never reach the end.
The breathing in her nose became more and more difficult, which made her pink arms tightly wrap around my neck, and she shouted in a soft voice: Husband, what a strong fragrance!
I had already smelled the strange fragrance, looked down at the young woman in my arms and looked more and more flushed, and hummed a ecstatic and melancholy voice in my nose, and said in surprise: Oh no, we fell into the trap set by your mother again, it was too bad, and we actually arranged the peach blossom miasma
Looking anxiously ahead, I found that the fragrance was rising.
The peach blossom miasma recorded in Chi Ya, the familiar poison scripture, which is also revealed in the mind. It is a kind of poison miasma that makes people's desire rise, but it is difficult to move the body.
Just as he finished speaking, before he could remind the charming woman in his arms, Yuan Chengzhi felt weak all over and slowly fell to the stone platform behind him.
Quickly break away from the broad chest that made me reluctant to leave. Feng Huáng'er's slender fingers touched her little husband's face, and said in surprise and admiration: Hum, you are so knowledgeable, worthy of the descendant of the saint-hand scholar, even know the most mysterious peach blossom miasma in our Miaojiang.
I was actually caught in the plot of the fairy in front of me, but I didn't feel her malice towards me. I felt relieved. I tried my best to slowly stretch my hand to the blue blood sword around my waist, and asked with a hint of curiosity in my calmness: Why can you not be affected by the peach blossom miasma?
I understand that my young husband is a man with great medical skills, but I don’t know that he has profound attainments in poisoning. He actually used the Green Blood Sword to delay the spread of miasma. Feng Huánger hurriedly untied the Green Blood Sword on my waist, patted his cheeks, and smiled unrestrainedly: Husband really likes to pretend to be a pig and eat tigers, and hides his abilities all the time. Fortunately, I have enough weight to peach blossom miasma, otherwise you would have driven the Nine Yin and the Nine Yang mixed true qi to untire the miasma and leave me.
After finally losing my hope, I couldn't help but smile and said: Feng Huáng'er doesn't want to take over her husband and imprison her husband here, right?
I also regretted it at this moment. I have always trusted women too much and didn't have a trace of guarding.
After a few strokes, Feng Huáng'er let the thin clothes she was wearing completely fall to the ground, leaving only a pair of underwear as big as a palm, shaking her plump body, shaking her long flying hair, and showing a frightened expression on her face and said: Husband, Feng Huáng'er dare not imprison you here, the ancient tomb sect, the Xiaoyao sect, the Zhang family, the Linghu family, the Yang family, and the Dongfang family once they haven't heard of you for three days, it would be strange if they don't swallow Feng Huáng'er alive?
After a little worried, I actually had a wonderful body to watch. I felt relaxed in my heart. Looking at the plump body of the woman in front of me, I looked at the plump and plump jade peaks with a burning look. When I found that the two peaks were actually in the same way as my son and wife, I wanted to reach out without worry and bite it on it. Yuan Chengzhi, who had long disappeared, finally made only sounds of swallowing saliva in his throat.
An embarrassed look appeared on his face and said angrily to Feng Huáng'er: Your rescue of your mother is also a lie, right?
A while
The laughter sounded, Feng Huáng'er put a jade palm on Yuan Chengzhi, untied the belt for him, looked at the angry face with affectionate eyes, and said in his mouth: Feng Huáng'er rescues his mother and allows the Great Transfer of the World to be inherited. Of course, I dare not lie to Mingzun. Of course, I am also a filial daughter. I must bring a handsome son-in-law to my mother, otherwise you will fail to rescue her. She has not seen her son-in-law yet, and found that our Lan family has already had successors, and finally let the Linghu family walk behind us.
The tender jade palms touched my face, which always brought a strange feeling; the towering jade peaks swung around my face, and the rich frankincense poured straight into my nose.
A pair of jade palms finally completely removed the clothes on the husband's body. Feng Huáng'er looked at the bulging muscles and couldn't help but stroke the palm that had nowhere to be placed. After a severe pain, Feng Huáng'er actually felt that her whole body was filled with softness and itching, as if she was born to know how to rub the place where she was stuffed by the fullness, which could relieve the strange feelings on her body and mind.
She couldn't help but push her husband's body down to the back, and rode steadily like a brave knight, shaking her plump buttocks, conquering the horse under her.
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