The Villain Has Blackened Again

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Meng Ziyi stretched his hand and pinched his eyebrows, only then when he heard the words, he said that it was scattered.

He laughed at himself, and the things that broke out in the bottom of his heart were so strong that they could not be ignored in a few days. In the whole process, he could only stand on the sidelines and watch it slowly become luxuriant and lingering in his heart. Rooted.

If he is uprooted at this time, will his heart be bloody?

"Master, okay?" For a long time, she didn't get a response. Instead, she heard the scorn. She asked him again, the voice became softer and softer, like a meek kitten lying on his lap.

That slippery skin, and a touch of women's fragrance...

The weight of his legs at this moment is the weight of her small head, which is more than he imagined, and he is a little breathless.

"Master? What's wrong with you?" Xiaohua Ling suddenly put out a finger and gently poked the leg meat next to her cheek.

Meng Ziyi violently caught her swaying fingers, "Don't move."

The simple three words seem to be squeezed out of the throat.

"Master does not return to me, I thought you were asleep." Nan Xiao chuckled.

Meng Ziyi touched her hair, and her throat was a little tight. "I will live in the future. It is ok. Just, you have to listen to me later, I will not let you do things that you can't do."

The little painting nodded. "What do you say after the master, what do I do, the master does not like what I do, I must not do it."

Meng Ziyi’s cold face has already softened, and his eyebrows are dyed with a touch of gentleness. “Hey, you have to be obedient.”

Microton, "I don't think about what men and women love in the future."

Nanjiao mouth sneaked up and looked innocently: "But, I am still very curious what to do? Especially the last time I saw the chrysanthemum flower demon and Fang Yue’s spring night, listening to them making all kinds of strange sounds, my heart is getting better Curious."

"Master, can't you really let me find someone to feel it?" She tried to let him loose. Meng Ziyi caressed her hair and stretched her face: "No. Hey, I am for your good, your mind is simple, it is not stained with evil spirits, if it is contaminated with this male and female love, It’s easy to fall into a real demon, you can still remember the agreement with me, you said you will guarantee that you are not dyed.

Demon, forget it so soon? ”

"Ah? If you do this kind of thing, you will get a demon?" The small painting sounds high and is very different.

"Yes." Meng Ziyi nodded.

"Do you only get rid of monsters once?"

"Yes." The tone is very positive.

Xiao Hua Ling regretfully sighed, "I don't want to do this."

In the darkness, the man’s mouth was slightly hooked and licked her head. “Hey, the master is for you.”

"I know, I listen to the master..."

The little painting spirit said that the voice gradually became smaller.

"Hey?" Meng Ziyi snorted and saw that she did not answer, and the breathing gradually became even, knowing that she was asleep.

He slowly breathed out a sigh of relief and his eyebrows screwed.

Is he lying?

No, it is not a lie, no matter whether it is a person or a demon. Once it is dyed with this lust, it is very easy to get sinful. There are more sinister evils recruited, and it is a matter of time to get rid of monsters.

Thinking of this, Meng Ziyi was loose, and he touched the face of Xiaolingling and slowly closed his eyes.

The little eight in the space is a pity, what a good opportunity, as a beast, you can see the pink bubbles full of holes, and why isn’t the singer of the singer tonight?

Nanxun naturally has his own plans, and everything is now paving the way for things in the near future.

She was waiting for an injured opportunity and waited for half a month without wanting this.

The two people are rarely separated, and Nanxun as a obedient little painting spirit will not run around casually. Only in the evening, she will pick up some firewood nearby, and Meng Ziyi will play some wild taste nearby.

But this time, Meng Ziyi met a hare, and the hare was obviously hit by the stone in his hand, but he still ran away.

He chased and ran a path, and when he caught the hare back, the little painting spirit that dried the firewood nearby was gone.

"Hey? Hey!" Meng Ziyi shouted in the same place.

His hand was loose, and the hare in his hand took the opportunity to escape.

Pressing the heart to panic, Meng Ziyi sniffed with his nose.

It’s really demon.

I was captured by the monster!

Mencius’s look was sharp, and the whole body was shattered by the skyrocketing murder. court death!