mountain god dance

In fact, that day, Baigu was being pressed on a chair to watch the lively performance, Xiaohe pushed open the door with two thugs carrying wine cans, and smiled coquettishly: "The young masters are regular customers, This is our restaurant's special brew for honored guests... oh my goodness."

She covered her eyes, pretending she couldn't bear to look directly: "What are you doing, our place is a red building, not a brothel..."

Xiaohe is so lazy, he doesn't want to deal with business other than entertainment, but some of them are ways to take advantage of it, not Baigu's submissive character, seeing him stepping up for her, the girl still helps.

"Hundred valleys."

Afterwards, Xiaohe told him privately: "You will be crushed by Luoyang, go back."

"Nothing was done, how to go back."

The emperor built a Bodhisattva statue for his mother's birthday, attracting gods from the southeast and northwest to crowd out of their temples here. A cushion that attracts people's eagerness to try is placed at the narrow door, and the original difficult precepts are removed. Aesthetics, but only the string of mountains protecting Baigu is not there.Tai Ye has no image of himself, he is the mountain.

Baigu asked her anxiously: "What about you, this place is also a dangerous place for women."

Xiao He pursed his lips: "A person who learns to fake a smile can survive in the slippery city. You can't."

Baigu thought of the actor.

She asked him to look at the sixteen rolling hills around him: "This is called the capital of gods, you know. Fuxi and Nuwa lived here, and the world began here, and their bodies turned into hills and mountains, and our feet stepped on them." My body...why did it become what it is now? I don’t believe in anything but myself.”

Baigu asked: "They are gods, why did they die?"

Xiao He thought for a while: "After all, I don't like this world."

At this time, Baigu's dream was different.

If a memory is too dark and embarrassing, another memory will be used to fill it.

The high-rise buildings sank to the bottom of the river and fell into the mud, and the floating corpses in Luoyang were like dead fish turning their bellies and rippling.He and He Bo hugged each other on the mighty river, their face was like a mirror, smooth and without waves.Baigu's fingers pressed down on the dragon head on his tattoo, and the unruly strength was in the palm of his hand.

"Jindian, my lover."

Bai Gu's head can only kiss his chin: "Love me more."

Just like the first meeting, the two lips touched each other lightly to test each other, from raw to familiar, like two ants meeting by chance.After contact, it becomes insatiable, like boiling sugar, drying all the thin impurities until it is thick and pure.

Zhitian, his eyes are like water, when he looked to the end, he could see Baigu twisting his waist in the opponent's hands, grinding his legs continuously.So sticky, his arms are like glue paint, the two of them are painted with the same taste of paint, it is easy to fade in the rain, easy to evaporate in the sun, after venting, the appearance fades, and the remaining sincere, without gold powder outline , flesh and bone painted with indigo cinnabar.

He Bo is not a mural, not from the scriptures, he flows purely, breaks out of the flat land, and makes all things cultivated.

But there is the sadness that foretells everything, the voice in the depths of Baigu let him know the predestined fate of parting, it is the reality in the dream, the past in reality, the past hastily passed away like a dream.

The long-suppressed sadness, the love that cannot be expressed and changed when waking up, all generate countless misty rains from the dream, and Baigu sheds tears while loving He Bo.

"My lover..."

"Are you comfortable, Baigu?"

"Well, I want you...don't leave me."

Jin Dian could only sigh: "You left me."

Baigu laughed and cried in his dream, his legs rubbed tightly together, and there was also a change on the bed, his feet kicked off the bedding and wrinkled, like gray moths falling into a spider's web, pearly sweat spots, babbling "Don't go, Hmm...deeper...".

Gradually, the trousers were pushed up, soaking in one place.

This time, the joys and sorrows in the dream fell into Jiu Zhen's eyes, like piercing his pupils with needles, and he gradually planned in his heart the day when he would kill Luoyang.

The young man tried his best to win the succession of a god, but things backfired and his younger brother was humiliated. He was tricked into the current promiscuous appearance, and he had a secret desire from a sad event.From this point of view, he had already acquired the fun of chatting with each other, and later he took the initiative in many things.

You should go away and see no evil.

But he is also his own.

Don't let other people's hands drag him down in memory, let him have a dream full of carnal desires.

About carnal desires with others.

Bai Gu will not tell her shameful secrets.

Jiuzhen couldn't help but sat beside his bed, held his fingertips with one hand, and whispered softly: "Baigu, I'm here."

"Um……"

Baigu suddenly turned over and hugged his arm into his arms, still closed his eyes and said: "Lover..."

Half of Jiuzhen's body was numb from his call, and the roots of his ears were hot, almost falling on him.Just as he was stepping steadily, his fingers were caught by Baigu.

Under the moonlight, the man with icy skin and greasy lips slightly opened his lips to kiss his hand, the saliva dripped between his fingers, his tongue licked the belly of his finger, and then sucked it in, sucking it deliciously.

Jiuzhen was dumbfounded, the hatred in his chest suddenly faded, and his heart was pounding.

This bed can also sleep two people.

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