The beautiful woman had already taken Zhao Wujiang's right index finger into her mouth, thinking it was her husband. Her eyes were as charming as silk, full of provocation, and she said vaguely:
"Husband, do you want to try it?"
Her delicate body was already close to her, and the hot aura of lust rushed towards her face.
As the saying goes, when a man is hard-hearted, he will be soft-hearted; when a man is soft-hearted, he will be hard-hearted.
Zhao Wujiang stiffened slightly and showed some respect.
Of course, he is by no means soft-hearted.
Instead, he felt that his demonic energy was about to stir, and he seemed to be craving for the plump and enchanting woman.
He had thought about filling up his demonic energy before, after all, this demonic energy and his soul depended on each other.
Now, in the wife of the Blood God Sect's leader, he felt something that could fill the demonic aura. The specific reason may require a deeper understanding.
The sect master's wife's eyes were as charming as silk, with spring water in her eyes, and her green hair was like a waterfall, which was lightly bound by a hair rope and hung down on her chest. This was an extremely dangerous hairstyle.
It seems to be called a wife's hairstyle.
"Madam, your hairstyle is very dangerous." Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly and entered the room with the wife of the Blood God Sect's leader in his arms.
The patriarch’s wife said vaguely:
"Husband, I'm not sure who will be in danger next."
After entering the wing room, the door was closed with a bang.
Immediately afterwards, there were the sounds of clothes being torn and torn, the sounds of whimpering and swallowing, the sounds of saliva being sucked, and the sounds of heavy breathing. It was a miscellaneous, multifarious, messy sound, including babbles, hums, and hoarse sounds, until it was hard to hear clearly.
"Readers, don't worry. As a war correspondent, Yao Feng will continue to follow and report for you."
A gust of wind blew in front of the door of the wing, and our reporter sent a wisp of wind through the crack of the door of the wing.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw a thin layer of purple mist filling the room. It was obviously purple mist, but there seemed to be a touch of pink floating in it.
The situation in the room cannot be seen clearly, but a lot of sounds can be heard.
It seemed that the conversation between the two was not pleasant, and the sect leader's wife let out a groan mixed with pain.
In the haze, someone was sitting on top of another person, seeming to be strangling the neck of the person underneath him, or grabbing his wrist, and started to struggle with each other.
I don't know who is unable to resist whom. The person who is bullying the person above is swaying and his branches are trembling.
After a while, the scuffle seemed to be over, and there was another round of verbal exchanges, with constant curses.
Yaofeng couldn't hear clearly and only heard some fragmentary words.
What a damn ghost, disgusting and ignorant of love and affection.
When did the two lovers embrace each other? It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies!
As a war correspondent, the evil wind blew over and approached the gauze of the bed, trying to mediate the conflict between the two.
But at this moment, Zhao Wujiang didn't know what kind of wind was blowing out. Fortunately, it wasn't a demonic wind, but seemed to be the moist wind in the valley.
Looking again, it’s the boundless legacy.
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After an hour, the sect leader's wife couldn't resist, she was officially defeated and collapsed on the bed.
There is a touch of resentment between the eyebrows, and there is a touch of unfinished meaning.
She said shyly:
"Husband, why weren't you so brave before?"
Zhao Wujiang slowly adjusted his breath in the purple mist. He finally understood what was needed to make up for the consumption of demonic energy.
It needs Yuan Yin, a woman’s Yuan Yin.
Most of the demonic energy is Yin, especially the demonic energy related to the fox clan.
"Hey." Zhao Wujiang sighed. He didn't expect that when he was a eunuch, he was forced to sleep with other women.
Now entering this vast world, in order to replenish the demonic energy that relies on his soul, he is forced to sleep with other women.
This is probably my life.
Zhao Wujiang was a little helpless.
He never realized that after devouring the sect leader's wife Yuan Yin, he became more and more demonic, like a male fox.
