Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

what's going on?

The so-called real person has never appeared, so he was fighting a woman in the room?

At this moment, even Xu Fan, who had seen countless absurd things, couldn't help but feel an unprecedented sense of absurdity.

It was ridiculous enough that Zhou You Wang Fenghuo played with the princes in the past, but compared to this real person, it was obviously a little worse.

At present, the real man didn't want to retreat from the enemy, but was happy with the woman in bed.

Xu Fan looked helpless. He was about to open the door at this moment to see the heroic figure of this real person. However, when he walked to the door, Xu Fan frowned suddenly and stopped abruptly.

Something is wrong.

Why is there only a woman's gasp? What about the voice of a real person?

Moreover, except for the woman's moan, everything around is really quiet a bit too much.

Could it be... is this a trap laid by the enemy?

Thinking of this, Xu Fan's originally relaxed face was instantly full of solemnity.

In the world of cultivation, there is no absolute difference between the strong and the weak. Once you step into the trap, the fate between the strong and the weak may not be irreversible.

The woman's groans in the room became more intense, and her voice seemed to have a peculiar charm, which was imaginative.

However, Xu Fan's eyes were very clear at this moment, and his face was full of calmness.

At this moment, Xu Fan had already thought of a possibility in his heart. Although his eyes were calm, there was a trace of killing intent spreading out.

According to the information provided by Jiang Feng, the Mei Gong practiced by Jiang Feng was taught by real people. Nowadays, the woman in the room is not necessarily a trap, but more likely to be a woman caught by the Duan family and dedicated to a real person.

This kind of evil behavior was originally what Wanfu pointed out. Now that Xiao Qiang and Xia Mianyu have suddenly disappeared, Xu Fan thinks of Xiao Qiang Xia Misty, and while he is extremely worried, the killing intent can't help but spread out uncontrollably.

Although ten thousand dharmas are returned to the sect, each practice has its own principles. It can use its own strength to harm the secular world, and then enhance one's own cultivation by looting women in the secular world.

This behavior made Xu Fan feel unforgivable.

Such a person, **** it!

Xu Fan stretched out his hand and placed it on the door of the room.

The next moment, Xu Fan's internal force urged, and the door of the room burst into pieces.

Although Xu Fan had anticipated that this might be a trap set by a real person, Xu Fan did not hesitate and stepped into the room resolutely.

Strong self-confidence made Xu Fan fearless, and under Xu Fan's seemingly calm surface, there was a monstrous killing intent that could hardly be concealed.

boom!

The door fell to the ground and shattered into sawdust. The layout of the room was extremely simple. I saw it clearly and audibly. Apart from the scattered decorations, there was only a bed, and the one on the bed that was constantly twisting his body. woman.

Apart from this, there is nothing else.

Xu Fan relaxed slightly, and was about to walk towards the woman on the bed. At this moment, a pink wind suddenly hit Xu Fan's head.

The red wind gave Xu Fan a slightly familiar feeling. When Jiang Feng started his Mei Gong in the hotel not long ago, he seemed to have the same smell on his body.

However, the fragrance in front of him is a hundred times better than Jiang Feng! It has even reached the point where it is visible to the naked eye.

Although Xu Fan had already held his breath before, the pink fragrance seemed to be pervasive, directly enveloping Xu Fan.

When Xu Fan opened his eyes again, the whole world changed color.

The original ordinary room turned into a seductive pink at this moment, an ordinary bed, but at this moment it seemed to have a special attraction, and it constantly affected Xu Fan's nerves.

What made Xu Fan even more unbearable was that the woman on the bed who Xu Fan hadn't had time to take a closer look at before suddenly had a fatal attraction to Xu Fan, all of which made Xu Fan feel surging.

"Successful!"

Xu Fan's heart sank and he knew that he was caught in a trap, but he was uncontrollable. He stepped forward and walked towards the woman on the bed step by step.

The footsteps were slow, but extremely firm, and the veins on Xu Fan's arm violently, as if suffering great pain, but still couldn't change his footsteps.

And this, as if it was the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, Xu Fan let out a low growl and jumped directly onto the bed.

At this moment, Xu Fan had an incomparably wonderful feeling, his head was extremely clear, and he was extremely clear about what was happening around him, but his body was out of control, as if he no longer belonged to him.

Pressing on this woman, Xu Fan felt the beauty of the woman under him more and more at close range.

Today's Xu Fan, his body is no longer under his control. It is the most primitive instinct that determines this body.

In this scene, even Xu Fan, who was sober, felt a surge of blood, not to mention this body that had already been determined by instinct.

Just as Xu Fan was planning to take further action, in his sober mind, it was obvious that a painful color flashed in the eyes of the woman under him.

This painful color, fleeting, was overwhelmed by a greater joy and confusion, but it suddenly awakened Xu Fan.

"Damn! What am I... doing?"

As if being poured on his head by a basin of ice water, Xu Fan forcibly lifted the hanging pot sutra and broke free from the boundless loss.

The Hanging Pot Sutra that has reached the fourth floor, as if it was the natural nemesis of Xiangfeng, instantly disintegrated the Xiangfeng.

However, just after regaining control of his body, Xu Fan felt a strong sense of crisis coming from behind.