Years of Hua Xu

Thinking of this made me feel a little gloomy.

Not wanting to argue with that person any more, he simply held his breath and pressed his lips tightly, not wanting to talk to that person.

The fire was burning quietly, with occasional crackling noises.Su Biluo sat half leaning against Liang Yuan in the ruined temple, and didn't mind the dust on the pillars rubbed against the blue robe.

Lan Jueshu was sitting a little far away from him, flicking the fire with a branch in one hand, the flickering flames printed on the ribbon looked very nice.

It's a pity that no matter how good-looking it is, it's not as good-looking as the wine-red eyes under the ribbon. Su Biluo drools, and her thoughts are churning in a mess.

All of a sudden it's the various clues and calculations of this mission, all of a sudden it's Lan Jue's face as clear as mountains and rivers, and the wine red eyes that seem to be fascinated only once.

The moon is gradually rising to the sky.

The bright yellow moonlight slowly shone into the ruined temple, casting a cold light on the ground.

The ruined temple was so quiet that it made people panic.The mottled lacquered gold statue looked particularly hideous against the firelight.

Lan Jueshu's face turned redder and redder with the brighter and brighter moonlight.

After a while, the red on the face spread down the neck, and finally disappeared in the collar, becoming more and more like a piece of bright jade, dyed with a gorgeous wine color, and the brilliance flowed.

It's a pity that Su Biluo was not moved at all.

Lan Jueshu only felt that his body was getting more and more dry, and the depression that had never been expressed was even more unbearable.

With a flick of Lan Jueshu's fingers, a tiny Gu worm flew towards the sleeping Murong Qing like flying dust, and disappeared somewhere.But Murong Qing fell into a deeper sleep.

Lan Jueshu played a few more times worriedly, and when he was completely sure that Murongqing had fallen into a deep sleep, he turned his already rosy face to look at Su Biluo.

Su Biluo sat peacefully with a smile that was not a smile, her brown black hair was scattered messily on both sides of her forehead, two clusters of fire were reflected in her flying peach eyes, she couldn't see any expression.

Lan Jueshu wanted to put his hand on Su Biluo's side, but Su Biluo blocked it.

Lan Jueshu's face froze.

Although Su Biluo's expression at this time was still the same one of lukewarm and half-smiling, in Lan Jueshu's eyes, it looked extremely bad.

It's definitely not a man who can still make love in a state of lust!So Lan Jueshu growled unsteadily, "Su Biluo, what do you mean?"

Su Biluo tilted her head, opened her mouth very honestly and sincerely, and silently made two mouth shapes: "Please, me."

Lan Jueshu was so provoked by bastard Su that he wanted to roll up his sleeves and fight him for another [-] rounds!

But the desire in my body told me that now I can only have sex with him for [-] rounds.The tragedy is that now there are no sheets, only haystacks.

So is it [-] rounds of haystack rolling?

The guy has to agree to go out with him.

Lan Jueshu wished he could bury Su Biluo with Gu worms, and then stabbed himself to death with a stick from his back hole.

There was a dense itching from his body, and the hot and numb feeling followed the lines of the family lines that had appeared on the back until the tailbone sank into the groin.

The emotion caused by the family pattern is a hundred times more unbearable than the best aphrodisiac.

Lan Jueshu couldn't help stroking himself through the robe for the kind of spring that eroded from the bones to the flesh and blood.

He opened his mouth, and only let out a groan that was extremely forbearable.