Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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This slight move loosened the closure of his lips.

The sleek tongue of the monsoon smokes in and out of the way.

The hands of the raging fire naturally ring in the waist of the monsoon smoke, and the distance between them is reduced to zero.

At dusk, the two people embracing each other kissed together.

This scene, without warning, fell in the eyes of the members of the Red Blood Brigade and the bounty hunters who had already ran 100 meters away.

Dangdang...

Everyone's chin, brushed on the ground, killed them, they could not think of it, that the young boy who was quiet, and actually had such a relationship with the Chinese female emperor.

In the silence, time passed quietly, I don’t know how long it took, and the two people who were together were only slightly opened.

It is clearly a monsoon smoke that actively kisses. At this moment, it is somewhat breathless. The white cheeks are reddish, and the pair of misty scorpions are not instantly able to look at the flawless face of the fire.

"How do you know that I am here?" The monsoon smoked slightly.

The fire broke her hands around her waist, slightly below her head, her chin resting on her neck, and she was in love with every breath that belongs to her.

At this moment, he was not willing to think about anything, just want to be intoxicated by her side.

Seeing the fire for a long time did not respond, but rather like a small animal tired in his neck, a warm breath splattered in her neck, causing her slight itching.

"Bad boy, I ask you something!" The monsoon smoke pretending to push his chest.

"I miss you……"

The monsoon smoke is slightly stunned.

The fire broke her eyes and felt her every minute of every minute.

"I thought about you for a long time, I can dream of you every day, but every time I wake up, you are not there. Let me hug you, know that this is not a dream." A little hoarseness, knocking on the heart of the monsoon smoke, let her calm down the heart, once again warmed up.

The monsoon smoke was somewhat cramped and removed.

This kid is getting worse and worse, and he will say such a thing.

Why...

The surface of the monsoon smoke was disgusted, but the body did not make any resistance. Instead, it stood still and allowed someone to hug her.

The bounty hunters on the side turned from shock to shyness, and they rolled silently.

However, the person in the Red Blood Brigade was crying and crying. He could not walk now, and he could not stay, so he was so ill.

The setting sun was falling, the sky was getting late, and the fire broke out from the neck of the monsoon smoke before the evening, and the white face of the handsome face with a satisfying smile.

"that's nice."

The face of the monsoon smoke was red, forcing the subtle sweetness of the heart, but with her previous speculation, looking at the seemingly pure little fire in front of her, it was not so sweet.

Stinky boy, you are coming, you are waiting for me!

Indulging in the fire in happiness, did not notice, the monsoon smoke at the bottom of the flashing light.

The monsoon smoke gathered his mind after the fall, and then the backhand shot the hand of the fire ring around her waist. "Bad boy, I am now the female emperor of China. How can you be so mad?"

The fire is a good-tempered smile.

A member of the Red Blood Brigade secretly bite the corner of the clothes, resentful.

Queen, do you seem to be the first to do it?

......

[No responsibility small theater]

Small stream fire: =v=

Little madman: =-=

Small stream fire: 蹭蹭~

Little madman: ... Did the child discover my intentions? So I plan to bribe me with a beautiful man?

Some North: You think more...

Little madman: Really not?

A North: Well, go on, don't delay my request for a monthly pass.

Little madman: Every time I sell out our monthly ticket, what a good idea?

A certain North: Do you want to come to the small black house return roll? I will send you a small free fire to go back.

Little madman: Dad, I am wrong.