The bewitching voice in Zhao Wujiang's heart was the dormant inner demon.
But this time, he reached an understanding with his inner demons.
It's not that he likes beautiful women, he's lustful...
Okay, he admitted it, he was horny.
People are not lewd, so what’s the point? how are you?
The meaning of life is to engage in pornography.
Yellow is a noble color and an indispensable color in life.
The first ancestor of Chinese humanities, what kind of emperor? Yellow Emperor!
What kind of descendants are we? Descendants of Yan and Huang!
What is the mother river? Yellow River!
The emperor is in bright yellow, and the earth is in earthy yellow!
The end of life is from green to withered.
Fallen leaves will turn yellow, mottled white walls will turn yellow over time, old photos will turn yellow, and the last light of the day will turn yellow.
My teeth will turn yellow, my face will turn yellow, and even the words I type now are yellow inside and out!
Yellow will make you respect, yellow will make you close, yellow will make you feel warm, yellow will make you feel the passage of time, old people are yellow, and the sunset is long.
Yellow will make people feel comfortable physically and mentally, yellow will relieve depression, yellow will make people excited, and will make people persistent and will not give up until they achieve their goals. I beg my grandpa and grandma to find movies, pictures, and links.
Huang also has bad things, it makes people sink, makes people feel sluggish, makes people sigh, makes Wang Xi struggle to breathe heavily, makes Wujiang sigh, and makes Shen He, who does not want to be named, look straight. :
"You keep talking, I'm taking note."
yellow......
"Your Majesty! If I, Zhao Wujiang, have done anything wrong to Yue Bufan, then he deserves it!" Zhao Wujiang sat cross-legged on the ground, with the old god present.
Wang Xi had crawled behind him involuntarily, with a look of struggle on his face.
Bliss Spring is a medicinal mist developed to make people abandon worries and distracting thoughts and indulge in silky... lust.
If the medicinal mist enters the body and resists blindly, the mist will be affected by distracting thoughts and react violently, gradually expanding in the body, and finally causing the user to explode and die.
Wang Xi breathed out like blue, her face was rosy, and it seemed that even her silver hair, which was as bright as a waterfall, was dyed with a light pink. She stood up staggeringly, lay down behind Zhao Wujiang, hugged Zhao Wujiang's neck tightly, and leaned against Zhao Wujiang with her pretty face. On Wujiang's head, he shouted feebly and hoarsely:
"Zhao Wuyang, if you dare to touch me, I will never be able to get around you afterwards!"
"Amitabha." Zhao Wujiang clasped his hands together. Wang Xi said harsh words, but was already licking his ears with a wet and hot tongue.
His treasure appearance was solemn, and his thoughts of demons and Buddhas were entangled, and he said helplessly:
"Donor Wang Xi, please respect yourself."
Wang Xi had already exhaled like a blue breath, and her pretty face rubbed against Zhao Wujiang's cheek, like a wild little wild cat.
"Amitabha." With a tear, the collar of Zhao Wujiang's clothes was torn open, and he murmured like a monk chanting sutras:
"Donor Wang Xi, please stop teasing the poor monk and the giant eel, otherwise you won't be able to withstand the dragon when it comes out to sea."
After Wang Xi finished sucking Zhao Wujiang's earlobe, his eyes became more and more blurred, and he began to kiss Zhao Wujiang's neck, pecking and drinking, sucking, sucking, sucking.
No, no, the poor Taoist is in trouble... Zhao Wujiang muttered something again:
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, Zhenwu Great Emperor, all heavenly officials and Taoist Lords, bless me with a clear mind."
The desire in his heart was swelling, tingling his acupuncture points and meridians. He knew that if he continued in this stalemate, it would be detrimental to him.
He took another sip of the blissful aphrodisiac mist to calm down his shock.
Wang Xi's clothes were messy, her exquisite body was lying on Zhao Wujiang's body, kissing Zhao Wujiang's face, eager for Zhao Wujiang's response.
I hate you like a piece of wood.
This is what Wang Xi is thinking now.
Real thoughts.
She's not completely crazy, she's actually able to stay sane.
But she understood that if she chose to have sex with Zhao Wuxu rationally, it would be better to fall into confusion and infatuation. At least she would say more afterwards, saying that she was unconscious and didn't know anything.
Some choices made by choice will be ridiculed. It would be a shame for her to lose her body while sober.
But the helpless choice made when there is no choice is different.
She had no choice, she was forced.
