Male God, a Little Su

He just wrapped around Su Rou, pinched her shoulders and rubbed her waist.

But Su Yan had to admit that the greatest benefit of martial arts practitioners was their grasp of strength, which had reached the point where they could handle it with ease.

The weight is just right, and he is familiar with the major acupuncture points of the human body. After the soreness, there is endless comfort.

Su Yan was lying on the bed, squinting drowsy.

She barely slept last night, and it was all on her that the son of a bitch had been holding back his energy for a year.

"Uncle, is this okay?"

Shen Li half-kneeled by the bed, and fascinated her eyes.

How can there be such a special person in the world? Men's fashion is elegant and elegant, and there is no sense of abruptness. And taking off the men's clothes, the corners of the eyes and brows are full of moving style, which makes people not think of men at all.

She is like a mystery in itself, you never know what else she has waiting for you.

Su Rou folded her hands on her cheeks, and ignored him with her eyelashes lowered.

His breathing was steady, and he looked like he was asleep.

From the undershirt she slipped open, she could see that there were dense red marks on her slender neck like a swan.

Spread all the way, do not know where the end is.

Shen Li's breathing began to be heavy, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and the light in his eyes darkened.

A pair of big hands is even more hot and scary.

Just when it was almost out of control—

"Snapped!"

A slap in the face suddenly hit his face.

The man who thought he was already asleep didn't know when he opened his eyes, but he half sat up and gave him a quick slap in the face.

"What are your hands doing?"

Shen Li was stunned for a moment, looked down, and the tips of his ears were red.

"Uncle, I... I didn't mean to."

Just can't help it.

Su Yan sneered, "Get out, I'll leave tomorrow, it's really uncomfortable, this king doesn't mind sending a few women over for you."

"Uncle!"

After Shen Li was stunned, he was injured endlessly.

It was as if he was holding a heart and offered it carefully. However, he was caught by the other party, threw it to the ground mercilessly, and fell to pieces.

"My heart, could it be that you still don't understand?"

Su Yan pursed her lips and turned her head away indifferently.

Viewed from the side, her eyelashes are longer and denser, casting a light shadow on the bridge of her nose. A pair of glazed eyes and pupils exudes the luster of jade, the light and shadow are on and off.

Shen Li laughed at himself, rolled over and got out of bed.

He took out the dagger from his waist and handed it to Su Yan.

"Uncle Huang doesn't believe it, you can tell by looking at my heart."

This time, he didn't let Su Yan call the shots, but directly held her hand and stabbed to his heart without hesitation.

His eyes were calm and calm, as if a flowing black mist spread under his eyes.

After that, a fiery flame.

"Are you crazy?!"

Su Yan's hand trembled, barely an inch away.

The sharp dagger pierced the flesh and pierced deeply into the heart.

Dark red viscous blood gushed out.

The blood on Shen Li's face faded, but he smiled complacently. Staggering back two steps, he knelt down on one knee beside Su Yan without any strength. He gasped twice, "Why don't you try it, Uncle Huang? See if my heart is red!"

"I will do anything to ascend the throne, and I have harmed everyone, but I have never harmed you."

"I originally wanted to stay by Uncle Huang's side, even if I couldn't get it, I could just keep looking at you like this. Uncle Huang came by yourself! You indulged my progress, and your heart softened! Cough..."

He curled his lips, his words like a knife.

"You said, it would be nice to let me die silently on the battlefield?"