After meeting, it was an endless lingering.

That small bedroom had been her boudoir when she was a girl, and it had also been his residence. Years ago, there were countless nights where they slept together, comforting each other's loneliness.

At that time, she was still a child, and she only knew that his arms were warm, and she could cower in his arms for warmth. However, at this time, she had grown into an adult, with a slender body and plump body that she did not have before, and she also knew how to appreciate his solid body.

At that time in the capital, they also had such a close time. But no matter how real the touch was at that time, Zhan Lu clearly knew that it was a dream, and the moment she opened her eyes, it would be over.

She didn't really offer herself on the altar to the evil god she worshipped, the monster she loved. She has never truly become one with him, becoming the same being as he is.

This left her heart empty all the time, and the passage of time made her feel even more tired, and in the long wait, she felt that she was almost an empty shell.

When he wasn't here, every night, she would sit alone in front of the bronze mirror and gently stroke her face with her fingers. Her face was always young and always beautiful. It was as if time had not passed by her cheeks.

Time just let go of her body so lightly.

Her hand ran across her cheek, across her neck, across her own body. She is known to be beautiful. However, if he wasn't here, then this beautiful shell would be just a shell, no different from a corpse. Others can't see her old age, but she herself knows that in this shell, in a place that people can't see, her heart has been haggard because of waiting, and time has spared her appearance, but not her heart.

If he came back a few years later, Zhan Lu didn't know what he would become. She never dared to think about it, and it scared her. Yes, she was afraid, what she was afraid of was not Ming Yijun, not time, and not those heavenly immortals that she couldn't understand.

What she feared was in her own body. It was supposed to be a part of her, but it ate at her spirit, and she was afraid that if she allowed it to develop, she would become a different person, someone she hated even herself.

But at this time, a qiē is no longer the same. He is really here, whether it is the spirit or **, it is indeed in front of her eyes. She could see, she could touch, she could talk to him, she could see the longing in his eyes. This made the terrible thing in her heart disappear in an instant.

She knew he was longing for her, just as she was for him. She knew that when she woke up, he would be here as he was before she fell asleep, by her side. She knew he would. He loved her very much, and he used to treat her like a child. Or, as he put it, cubs.

He was her lover and like her father. She knew that he had no offspring, and that she had no father, and she thought that before they both met, they were both mutilated and incomplete, and that they were truly complete when they met each other.

She had never asked him, but she knew he thought so too.

At this time she was lying on the bed in her bedroom, the small bed she had slept in since she was a child. The bed was so small that it couldn't sleep the two of them. He was next to her, and she touched his strong ** and felt the heat on him. His temperature was so aggressive that it made her heart beat and made her feel thirsty.

But his movements were so gentle, and with a little curiosity, he slowly stroked her body with his slender fingers, gently licking and tasting with his lips and tongue. His movements were slow and light, as if he was afraid that he would break her if he pushed too hard. His gentleness made her gradually relax and less nervous, and she raised her eyes to look at him, his countenance taking on a strange fanaticism, his eyes shining with a light she had never seen before. That expression made his whole face look different from usual, which made him look even more beautiful.

His beauty is not the serene beauty that one imagines a god can present, but his beauty is a completely different kind of beauty. Passion and lust are intertwined, greed and longing are intertwined—living and being free is the appearance of an evil god.

But the evil god did not sit on a throne that was far from the earth...... This evil god ...... The evil god was now trying to please her, making her voice wistful.

He had never experienced such an experience except in her dreams, and he naturally did not bother to look at any books or drawings compiled by humans for the matter. But that doesn't mean he doesn't understand anything, he doesn't know anything. It must be known that he was born with the Heavenly Dao, and this incident is obviously part of the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

He thinks he has no teacher.

He felt her get wet, and he knew it was time. He entered her.

At this moment, the world seemed to change in her eyes.

Unlike what she felt in her dreams, this time she felt pain, as if her body had been torn through the middle and embedded in something that was not human. She knew that at this moment she had changed, she was no longer Zhanlu, she was no longer human, her body was no longer herself, and she had become a female beast that looked like a human.

At this moment, he looked at her face with great interest, and he saw that her face had changed its expression because of the sudden pain, and the skin on her face had turned a little whiter, but the color of her lips had become more vivid, bright red as a cherry. Her hair was scattered over the pillow, as if rice paper had been splashed with thick ink.

He should have felt a little content at this point, but he found that her slightly pained expression only deepened his thirst. Ming Yijun knew what he was longing for, and he kissed her lips, sucking the nectar from her mouth to quench the seemingly endless craving.

She was kissing him, too, not responding, she was a fierce beast like him, and she was also plundering. Her hands rubbed wildly over him, her nails leaving long bloody streaks on his back. She's going to make him hers.

But he knew he was already hers. As she felt like she had become a beast, he had never felt so much like a human at this moment. It wasn't just lust that pushed him at this point, he felt the human emotion in his chest echoing, almost bursting his chest.

At this time, they were entangled in one place, and the boundary between man and beast was no longer clear, and it was gradually difficult to distinguish the difference between them. At this time, whether it is for humans or fierce beasts, they are all aliens. They were intertwined, as if even the souls were intertwined, and they could not be distinguished.

Their mouths spit out voices that have never existed in this world, and their desires and passions continue to rise until they reach the top. In an instant, it seemed that the mountains and rivers were broken, and the stars were moving.

The old things are torn apart, torn apart, and every qiē is changed, and it is as if they have created a new world here, to open up a whole new world.