Time travel to the X-dragon era

Now basically everything that should be worried about is.

Xin Yun doesn't care what these guys think, but in the end, they have been liberated.

His goals are extremely clear. Hug your thighs, pretend to be forced, and then occasionally eat a little benefit, gone. To tell the truth, being able to live from ordinary people to that protagonist's life is exquisite in terms of personality, psychological quality and so on.

EQ and IQ are also essential things. However, Feng Ling considered himself to be relatively lacking in all aspects. This is not to say modesty. Otherwise, why would you come to the protagonist? Make yourself uncomfortable.

There is no need for him to let the protagonist take the fly. It's just fun, just take a look. Coupled with the unknown and the known, some people will choose the unknown, but can fight for the fate, slightly modifying the known destiny.

You can barely get by, really. Why be so positive? He is not the kind of person who works hard, but if there is a hard worker, he will give him a thumbs up, cheer him up, and then lie flat.

But now as a dragon, lying flat seems to be able to do something else.

For example, create a little psychological shadow for the future protagonist adult. This state of fun is unlikely to affect his destiny.

Forget it, leave him alone, anyway, the other party can't resist him now.

Therefore, when that malicious gaze fell on Xin Yun, Xin Yun's strong intuition instantly snorted, and he only felt a chill.

He wanted to give it a try a long time ago. Shota women's clothing, poof.

"Master, handkerchief." Yan Qianying handed over a handkerchief very intimately.

She will not easily touch the owner's body without permission.

Feng Ling had no choice but to wipe off the nosebleed. There are only four people in the room, and as soon as there is movement on this side, the opposite side immediately knows.

Xin Yun turned his head and protected Yiluoxiang with one hand. A look of vigilance. He now has absolutely reason to suspect that the other party is a lolicon. What a tortureable fellow.

"Xiao Xiangxiang, do you like your brother Xin Yun?"

Feng Ling didn't care about Xin Yun's actions at all. Instead, he said in a strange uncle's tone of abducting a little girl.

Yiluoxiang always felt that the look on the other side was very wrong.

But this strange point doesn't seem to be on him either. But even on herself, she can't care about it now.

The little girl is young after all. It's always a bit shy to say this. Blush, look down, don't talk back.

"Xiangxiang, do you think Brother Xin Yun is very good? So good that I don't think I deserve him. If you have this problem, I can help you. You can do it now. Feng

Ling still didn't give up. Keep stalking. After all, this guy flicked his face just now. Now give him a little punishment.

"And I'm sure it's effective. Even! In the future, your brother Xin Yun can only be with you. Do you want to? "

Hear such words. Iroxiang is obviously heartwarming. Or maybe that's what she's desperately desperate for at the moment.

This slightly dumb girl. His spring heart is written on his face, and even his behavior is too obvious.

As long as you see it, there is basically no one who does not show your aunt's smile.

"But well, you have to see if your brother Xin Yun is happy or not. If your brother Xin Yun is not willing to continue living with you, then I can't force it. "

I was fooled by such unscrupulousness for a while. Iroxiang's heart was already beginning to feel a little uneasy.

This is basically jamming her inner desire. Xin Yun didn't know what this guy Feng Ling was going to do.

But his intuition told him not to promise the other party, something very scary would definitely happen. But looking at Chu Chu on the side, he looked at his own Yiluo Xiang. Constantly scolding Feng Ling in his heart, he could only nod.

It's okay to struggle with its practical words. However, it is not necessary. Just like the original Yibao Conference, how he fooled the little couple who bought things, and now Feng Ling is fooling Yiluoxiang.

Iroxiang received an affirmative answer. Very happy. Then Feng Ling looked at Xin Yun with an extremely strange gaze.

"Then now hand over your Xin Yun brother to me. It only takes a few minutes for me to let you own him completely. "

Now Feng Ling is no longer like a strange uncle who abducts and sells little girls. It feels like he is more like a demon now.

This was the idea that suddenly popped into Yiluoxiang's mind. Just wanted to say something, but it was too late. Xin Yun had already been dragged into the house in the middle.

"Hey, what are you going to do? What are you doing? Stop, stop, stop, don't.

"For your Iroxiang, for your wife, just endure it honestly, after all, this is not a particularly shameful thing."

"I don't know if I lose people, but I will definitely die socially." Let go! Don't pull! Don't pull! "

Indescribable sounds came from the room inside. The two little girls looked at each other, although they felt a little bad, but they didn't know what exactly happened.

It's just that Yan Qian's face is a little strange. She still doesn't understand.

But it seems to understand something.

Just a doubt appeared in her mind. So what is the purpose of the owner buying her? It's not like you're going to be used as a slave girl.

A few minutes later. A sealed spirit that exuded an aura that was already dead appeared in front of the two girls.

And he dragged out by his foot was the 'girl' who surprised the two girls very much, and the other feelings were not very noticeable, but the girl's expression made them inexplicably have a strange feeling.

It was a feeling as if nothing could get his attention, that sense of despair that the world had been destroyed.

Xin Yun was dragged with a calf wearing white silk. The miniskirt, which was hardly a short skirt, had been pulled up to the waist. The triangle fat is in his indescribable place.

The hair has also been specially braided into a double ponytail.

The main thing is the upper body, the rest is fine, but behind it is an open-back outfit. For a man, even women's clothing is likely to be accepted.

But miniskirts don't, they really don't. No, really can't.

Feng Ling was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony. A sense of vicissitudes, distance, tranquility, and holiness appeared in him.

He looked back. With his permission, Yan Qianying also began to study the special clothes on Xin Yun's body.

Lying on the floor, he looked like Xin Yun who was unloveable. It was studied by two girls who turned over and over. The light in the eyes has completely lost.

Don't mention tears to me. Tears can only be shed by people with feelings. And I, Mo's feelings.