It's such a pity. After a while, Mèi spoke out and stroked his chest with a little lost heart: You practice this kung fu, it's really less fun
Pang De was also regretful and couldn't help but glance at the sword attached to his clothes.
Indeed, ordinary weapons cannot hurt him, but the one he brought today is not an ordinary weapon.
His flash of thought failed to escape the night's eyes. She curled her head and saw a sword tied to Pang De's clothes. The scabbard was the most ordinary iron sheath, and there was no pattern on it.
It was probably a normal sword. I reached out and pulled it out with one hand. I just took a look and realized that I was wrong.
The style of the sword is indeed ordinary. A black iron sword that is seven feet long, but when it is pulled out, it is keen and stern, like a king's sharp eyes sweeping down, which makes her who doesn't understand the sword feel awe.
Pang De opened his mouth, feeling that it was inappropriate and was about to say no, but saw that he missed his fingers and was accidentally scratched by a sword blade.
It seems that this person doesn't understand martial arts, Pang De feels relieved and swallows the word "no" back.
And the night chuckled, raised his finger and let a drop of blood fall into his mouth. Then the wounded finger moved on his chest again, and the blood bent on it and drew a word "happy"
Let's write the word "happy"? "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy"
The man stood up, and at night, he swept the hem of his clothes and inhale, and sat between Pang De's crotch with his legs spread apart.
There were underwear under the clothes. I pulled it down in a proper manner at night, exposing the backyard and covering the private parts. After a while of temptation, the man finally put it in smoothly.
A month of training has made her anus tighten and tighten. Pang De took a deep breath and began to feel that he had really met a beauties today.
It seems that you have served many men, here... it's really comfortable. He is hoarse and can't wait to start thrusting his hips with the evening rhythm.
In the evening, Mèi put a horse on his body, sweating profusely in his ups and downs, but he still did not forget to take a sword and cut the first picture on his chest.
The sword is indeed a good sword, leaving a small wound on his body, and blood is indeed surging up, glowing in the candlelight
The wound was extremely fast and the pain was extremely painful. Pang De felt that he had never felt so good before, and couldn't help but scream.
Evening mèi frowned, filed his body down and let his male root enter completely. After a moment of pause, he quickly lifted up and pulled away.
Pang De growled excitedly, so she raised her hand and drew the second stroke on his chest. This time she used a little force and the wound became deeper.
Pang De's thrust pain, and he was thrusting like crazy while thrusting, so that pleasure and pain would increase together
Evening sweat fell down her cheeks, and followed the word "happy" and then, and saw blood slowly crawling across Pang De's chest.
The situation was really weird. The color of blood stimulated her, making her afraid and also creating pleasure. A strange and strong pleasure.
Her private parts began to get wet, and her wet underwear spreads with pleasure.
At this time, Pang De was even more crazy, with the sound of piercing, and the pain and quickness were already connected and it was hard to tell clearly.
The final climax finally came. I saw him closing his eyes, and a thundering sounded in my throat after a thorn in hatred. I knew the time had come
Men at this time are the least guarded, and opportunities are fleeting
Evening mèi held the hilt tightly, and his right hand trembled, although it was slight, it was already shaking.
If he doesn't die, I will die. I must not die for a second time because of a man! In the end, this idea defeated fear and stood on the upper hand. She raised her hand, raised her high, and tried her best to send the sword into Pang De's chest.
Blood gushed out, and her hands and face were covered with her. Before Pang De could even be surprised, he fell from the clouds to hell.
Evening mèi stopped his hand and picked up the sword, almost subconsciously making the last ups and downs on Ponde
Extreme fear penetrated her heart, rolled on it and turned into a tremor, and finally prompted her to reach orgasm
A burst of tightening, each pore opened to its maximum size, and a dark body in front of her eyes moved back, and her soul drifted away in a pool of blood, reaching the most pleasant orgasm in her life
The first mission was completed like this. After I woke up at night, I sat there for a long time before finally confirming that this was the truth.
The first thing is to wash your face and hands. She washed in the copper basin for a long time, which stabilized her trembling hands.
Then there is a line-breaking head, draped hair and thinned the eyebrows, and changed into the women's clothing prepared when I came. The boy disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The iron sword on the ground was still sucking the light. She thought about it and put it in the scabbard and pinned it to her waist.
After everything was about to stop, she walked to the door, picked up the umbrella and walked to Pang De's feet.
After opening it, it was still an ordinary paper umbrella, with a golden flower on the corner of the umbrella. I heard from the mistress that the name is the Earthly Wind Golden Lotus
After a while, the wind blew the candlelight. I thought I was dazzled, but I actually saw the golden petals of the flower trembled.
After she lowered her waist, she wanted to look carefully, but she found that the petals on the umbrella suddenly opened and were waving in the wind.
Evening Mèi's eyes were wide open, and she had forgotten to breathe. She stared blankly at the flower spitting out the stamens. The bright red stamens, and many roots continued to grow. She gently crawled over Pang De's arm, wrapped around him, and finally stayed at the wound on his chest.
The blood in the wound was still hot, and the stamen found its direction, and suddenly it stretched into his wound, and the tentacles stretched toward it.
Pang De's body then slid into it, his eyes sank and turned black, like a pocket that was gradually hollowed out.
The umbrella began to turn red, and the dark patterns on the paper began to fill with blood, from slightly red to dark red, and finally somehow brightened again, the red ones like the bright and beautiful lips of the female ghost
When it reaches its peak, the flowers stop trembling, and the stamens are also retracted, and the golden petals are layered together, and finally freeze on the umbrella surface. Another ordinary picture is
The Red Devil Umbrella turned red, with a bright red umbrella face and a golden lotus on it, with an indescribable charm
Evening raised his hand, made many decisions before picking it up, tremblingly gathered it
There was no more blood in the room. I walked to the door at night and looked back when I closed the door.
Ponde on the floor had become an empty pocket, and even the wound turned pale white, as if the gust of cold wind could wrap him away.
At this moment, a gust of wind happened to come in at the door, and the candle was blown out.
The night was quiet, and at night, I saw Pang De's eyes brightening, and there seemed to be a flash of hatred inside. I quickly reached out and closed the door, and ran away from the inn as if I was flying.
※※※※
In addition, I found a small inn to sit in. I put the umbrella in the corner at night, and squatted far away with my arms, and couldn't help but add carbon into the brazier.
She was waiting for dawn, and she was taken back to the ghost gate when dawn
When she came, she took a carriage and was blindfolded before she even left the gate. She had no idea where she came from.
When she got off the bus, she found herself in the cemetery. The coachman told her where she should go, and then said that she would pick her up and turn around at dawn.
This night was long, she had the idea of escaping again and again, and forced herself to give up again and again
When I came here, the mistress said this: The shadow is not allowed to accompany you when you first go on a mission, but you have to remember that there are more than one pair of eyes staring at you in secret, measuring whether you are qualified to be a killer of the ghost. If you escape, you will be killed a hundred times more miserable.
After seeing the execution hall and skinning, she already knew that the mistress was definitely not a threat.
So she had to wait until it was dawn, and then she took the umbrella out and headed west to the cemetery.
It was getting heavier outside and I couldn't afford it at night, so I raised my hand to look at the red umbrella
No matter what, this bloody umbrella must be with her. Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and stretched it open.
Morning, early morning, Korea?
Rubbing the painful head, I found myself drunk and slept by Yan Yan's grave for the whole night
Ten fingers are still there, and the toes are also conscious. He trembles with the snow on his body and gets up and starts to smile bitterly
It seems that your internal strength is about to be great. Han? He picked up the empty wine pot and shook it, and laughed at himself: Sleeping outside on a snowy day, in order not to freeze to death, I want to write this trick into the secret book
There was no drop of wine left in the wine pot. He curled his lips in frustration and thought carefully about what day it was today
On the second day of the second month? Finally, this number penetrated into his forehead. He was stunned and reached out and gave himself a thunderous thunder.
On the second day of the second month, it was the day when my elder brother told him to remember it.
The Soul-breaking Sword of the Xie family in Shanxi has been destroyed and has been unowned because the whole family of the Xie family has been destroyed. A few days ago, the leader of the Lao Shizi martial arts world went crazy and remembered to say, Liaodong, Han?
The only hero who deserves this sword is worthy of. The man who wants to send the sword is said to be here on the second day of the second month
He doesn't care if he doesn't care, he cares about his elder brother's face
If he doesn't clean up and welcomes the rewards from the leader, then the elder brother will definitely nag him and die of internal injuries.
He was scared when he thought of this, and quickly wiped his face with snow, and then he woke up and pulled his feet back to the city.
The wind and snow in the sky were raging, and there was no ghost in the entire suburb except him.
Just then he saw a red dot, a bright ghostly red one, and was breaking through the wind and snow and hitting into his eyes.
When he got closer, he realized that it was a red umbrella, a bright red umbrella. There was a girl standing under the umbrella, with a sharp chin and a crystal-clear face. When he looked at him, his eyes were circling, and it seemed that there were thousands of words in it.
His heartbeat began to accelerate, and it was not strong enough. Just like the beauty of the girl in front of him, it was not ostentatious and only made you open your heart and accept it.
The girl let out a sigh of relief, the snow on her hair had melted, and it fell into her collar with a ticking sound.
Korean?
At this moment, my heart also ticked, a little ambiguous, pushing blood to flow, and a dark fire was lit there
He was stunned
It has been three years since Yan Yan died, and he has not been moved by women for three years. Looking at women is like looking at wood, and solving desires depends entirely on masturbation.
The girl in front of her actually pointed his desire without saying a word, as if she had figured out every stubborn man's body and knew where to get itched the most effective
He was a little embarrassed and hurriedly spoke to cover up the embarrassment: That lady, now it is windy and snowy and the sky is not dawn, so it seems that it is not suitable to go out alone.
The woman said nothing, curled her lips and smiled, and glanced at him and walked forward
A corner of his clothes came into contact with him, and a fragrance fell. Han? stood there, becoming more and more hot.
He raised his eyes and found that the woman was heading to the cemetery, with red umbrellas and yellow shirts, walking gracefully.
Is it a ghost? I sucked human essence and blood at night, and now I am going back. He murmured to himself: There are such beautiful and charming ghosts in this world
Pang De was also regretful and couldn't help but glance at the sword attached to his clothes.
Indeed, ordinary weapons cannot hurt him, but the one he brought today is not an ordinary weapon.
His flash of thought failed to escape the night's eyes. She curled her head and saw a sword tied to Pang De's clothes. The scabbard was the most ordinary iron sheath, and there was no pattern on it.
It was probably a normal sword. I reached out and pulled it out with one hand. I just took a look and realized that I was wrong.
The style of the sword is indeed ordinary. A black iron sword that is seven feet long, but when it is pulled out, it is keen and stern, like a king's sharp eyes sweeping down, which makes her who doesn't understand the sword feel awe.
Pang De opened his mouth, feeling that it was inappropriate and was about to say no, but saw that he missed his fingers and was accidentally scratched by a sword blade.
It seems that this person doesn't understand martial arts, Pang De feels relieved and swallows the word "no" back.
And the night chuckled, raised his finger and let a drop of blood fall into his mouth. Then the wounded finger moved on his chest again, and the blood bent on it and drew a word "happy"
Let's write the word "happy"? "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy" "happy"
The man stood up, and at night, he swept the hem of his clothes and inhale, and sat between Pang De's crotch with his legs spread apart.
There were underwear under the clothes. I pulled it down in a proper manner at night, exposing the backyard and covering the private parts. After a while of temptation, the man finally put it in smoothly.
A month of training has made her anus tighten and tighten. Pang De took a deep breath and began to feel that he had really met a beauties today.
It seems that you have served many men, here... it's really comfortable. He is hoarse and can't wait to start thrusting his hips with the evening rhythm.
In the evening, Mèi put a horse on his body, sweating profusely in his ups and downs, but he still did not forget to take a sword and cut the first picture on his chest.
The sword is indeed a good sword, leaving a small wound on his body, and blood is indeed surging up, glowing in the candlelight
The wound was extremely fast and the pain was extremely painful. Pang De felt that he had never felt so good before, and couldn't help but scream.
Evening mèi frowned, filed his body down and let his male root enter completely. After a moment of pause, he quickly lifted up and pulled away.
Pang De growled excitedly, so she raised her hand and drew the second stroke on his chest. This time she used a little force and the wound became deeper.
Pang De's thrust pain, and he was thrusting like crazy while thrusting, so that pleasure and pain would increase together
Evening sweat fell down her cheeks, and followed the word "happy" and then, and saw blood slowly crawling across Pang De's chest.
The situation was really weird. The color of blood stimulated her, making her afraid and also creating pleasure. A strange and strong pleasure.
Her private parts began to get wet, and her wet underwear spreads with pleasure.
At this time, Pang De was even more crazy, with the sound of piercing, and the pain and quickness were already connected and it was hard to tell clearly.
The final climax finally came. I saw him closing his eyes, and a thundering sounded in my throat after a thorn in hatred. I knew the time had come
Men at this time are the least guarded, and opportunities are fleeting
Evening mèi held the hilt tightly, and his right hand trembled, although it was slight, it was already shaking.
If he doesn't die, I will die. I must not die for a second time because of a man! In the end, this idea defeated fear and stood on the upper hand. She raised her hand, raised her high, and tried her best to send the sword into Pang De's chest.
Blood gushed out, and her hands and face were covered with her. Before Pang De could even be surprised, he fell from the clouds to hell.
Evening mèi stopped his hand and picked up the sword, almost subconsciously making the last ups and downs on Ponde
Extreme fear penetrated her heart, rolled on it and turned into a tremor, and finally prompted her to reach orgasm
A burst of tightening, each pore opened to its maximum size, and a dark body in front of her eyes moved back, and her soul drifted away in a pool of blood, reaching the most pleasant orgasm in her life
The first mission was completed like this. After I woke up at night, I sat there for a long time before finally confirming that this was the truth.
The first thing is to wash your face and hands. She washed in the copper basin for a long time, which stabilized her trembling hands.
Then there is a line-breaking head, draped hair and thinned the eyebrows, and changed into the women's clothing prepared when I came. The boy disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The iron sword on the ground was still sucking the light. She thought about it and put it in the scabbard and pinned it to her waist.
After everything was about to stop, she walked to the door, picked up the umbrella and walked to Pang De's feet.
After opening it, it was still an ordinary paper umbrella, with a golden flower on the corner of the umbrella. I heard from the mistress that the name is the Earthly Wind Golden Lotus
After a while, the wind blew the candlelight. I thought I was dazzled, but I actually saw the golden petals of the flower trembled.
After she lowered her waist, she wanted to look carefully, but she found that the petals on the umbrella suddenly opened and were waving in the wind.
Evening Mèi's eyes were wide open, and she had forgotten to breathe. She stared blankly at the flower spitting out the stamens. The bright red stamens, and many roots continued to grow. She gently crawled over Pang De's arm, wrapped around him, and finally stayed at the wound on his chest.
The blood in the wound was still hot, and the stamen found its direction, and suddenly it stretched into his wound, and the tentacles stretched toward it.
Pang De's body then slid into it, his eyes sank and turned black, like a pocket that was gradually hollowed out.
The umbrella began to turn red, and the dark patterns on the paper began to fill with blood, from slightly red to dark red, and finally somehow brightened again, the red ones like the bright and beautiful lips of the female ghost
When it reaches its peak, the flowers stop trembling, and the stamens are also retracted, and the golden petals are layered together, and finally freeze on the umbrella surface. Another ordinary picture is
The Red Devil Umbrella turned red, with a bright red umbrella face and a golden lotus on it, with an indescribable charm
Evening raised his hand, made many decisions before picking it up, tremblingly gathered it
There was no more blood in the room. I walked to the door at night and looked back when I closed the door.
Ponde on the floor had become an empty pocket, and even the wound turned pale white, as if the gust of cold wind could wrap him away.
At this moment, a gust of wind happened to come in at the door, and the candle was blown out.
The night was quiet, and at night, I saw Pang De's eyes brightening, and there seemed to be a flash of hatred inside. I quickly reached out and closed the door, and ran away from the inn as if I was flying.
※※※※
In addition, I found a small inn to sit in. I put the umbrella in the corner at night, and squatted far away with my arms, and couldn't help but add carbon into the brazier.
She was waiting for dawn, and she was taken back to the ghost gate when dawn
When she came, she took a carriage and was blindfolded before she even left the gate. She had no idea where she came from.
When she got off the bus, she found herself in the cemetery. The coachman told her where she should go, and then said that she would pick her up and turn around at dawn.
This night was long, she had the idea of escaping again and again, and forced herself to give up again and again
When I came here, the mistress said this: The shadow is not allowed to accompany you when you first go on a mission, but you have to remember that there are more than one pair of eyes staring at you in secret, measuring whether you are qualified to be a killer of the ghost. If you escape, you will be killed a hundred times more miserable.
After seeing the execution hall and skinning, she already knew that the mistress was definitely not a threat.
So she had to wait until it was dawn, and then she took the umbrella out and headed west to the cemetery.
It was getting heavier outside and I couldn't afford it at night, so I raised my hand to look at the red umbrella
No matter what, this bloody umbrella must be with her. Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and stretched it open.
Morning, early morning, Korea?
Rubbing the painful head, I found myself drunk and slept by Yan Yan's grave for the whole night
Ten fingers are still there, and the toes are also conscious. He trembles with the snow on his body and gets up and starts to smile bitterly
It seems that your internal strength is about to be great. Han? He picked up the empty wine pot and shook it, and laughed at himself: Sleeping outside on a snowy day, in order not to freeze to death, I want to write this trick into the secret book
There was no drop of wine left in the wine pot. He curled his lips in frustration and thought carefully about what day it was today
On the second day of the second month? Finally, this number penetrated into his forehead. He was stunned and reached out and gave himself a thunderous thunder.
On the second day of the second month, it was the day when my elder brother told him to remember it.
The Soul-breaking Sword of the Xie family in Shanxi has been destroyed and has been unowned because the whole family of the Xie family has been destroyed. A few days ago, the leader of the Lao Shizi martial arts world went crazy and remembered to say, Liaodong, Han?
The only hero who deserves this sword is worthy of. The man who wants to send the sword is said to be here on the second day of the second month
He doesn't care if he doesn't care, he cares about his elder brother's face
If he doesn't clean up and welcomes the rewards from the leader, then the elder brother will definitely nag him and die of internal injuries.
He was scared when he thought of this, and quickly wiped his face with snow, and then he woke up and pulled his feet back to the city.
The wind and snow in the sky were raging, and there was no ghost in the entire suburb except him.
Just then he saw a red dot, a bright ghostly red one, and was breaking through the wind and snow and hitting into his eyes.
When he got closer, he realized that it was a red umbrella, a bright red umbrella. There was a girl standing under the umbrella, with a sharp chin and a crystal-clear face. When he looked at him, his eyes were circling, and it seemed that there were thousands of words in it.
His heartbeat began to accelerate, and it was not strong enough. Just like the beauty of the girl in front of him, it was not ostentatious and only made you open your heart and accept it.
The girl let out a sigh of relief, the snow on her hair had melted, and it fell into her collar with a ticking sound.
Korean?
At this moment, my heart also ticked, a little ambiguous, pushing blood to flow, and a dark fire was lit there
He was stunned
It has been three years since Yan Yan died, and he has not been moved by women for three years. Looking at women is like looking at wood, and solving desires depends entirely on masturbation.
The girl in front of her actually pointed his desire without saying a word, as if she had figured out every stubborn man's body and knew where to get itched the most effective
He was a little embarrassed and hurriedly spoke to cover up the embarrassment: That lady, now it is windy and snowy and the sky is not dawn, so it seems that it is not suitable to go out alone.
The woman said nothing, curled her lips and smiled, and glanced at him and walked forward
A corner of his clothes came into contact with him, and a fragrance fell. Han? stood there, becoming more and more hot.
He raised his eyes and found that the woman was heading to the cemetery, with red umbrellas and yellow shirts, walking gracefully.
Is it a ghost? I sucked human essence and blood at night, and now I am going back. He murmured to himself: There are such beautiful and charming ghosts in this world
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