Qing Qian almost couldn't help moaning, but he held back, his snort was heavy, and his chest kept rising and falling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The night star is cold, but it has begun to rhythm.

Pumping out shallowly, and stabbing hard, such a rhythm is almost crazy.

The dim candlelight shone on the two intertwined bodies, and the room wafted with the smell of musk.

The fat man couldn't have guessed that such a ******** scene was staged between the thin walls.

After nearly an hour of tossing, the latter didn't even have the strength to get up and take a shower.

He rested his head on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep in a few moments.

I slept until midnight and woke up, surrounded by darkness.

Immediately, I felt someone next to me get up, and the bed was lighter.

She opened her eyes and saw the back of Night Star Han walking towards the door.

"Cold?" she said, rubbing her eyes, confused.

The other party did not answer, unscrewed the handle, and walked out.

Qingqian suddenly came to his senses, sat up and grabbed a piece of clothing to put on, and followed out.

The inn at night was quiet, and there was no movement in the next few rooms.

Everyone else seemed to be asleep, and Night Star Han walked unfast and slow in front, not even making footsteps.

With the ability of the night star, it is impossible not to notice that someone is following behind.

But he didn't look back, and kept walking after leaving the inn.

Skillfully turn around the streets and alleys of the town until the houses on both sides become scarce, and the vast forests come into view.

He went into the forest alone.

Qingqian followed behind with a grin on his waist, and gradually felt a little inappropriate.

Isn't it a ghost?

However, the figure in front of him had no intention of stopping, shuttling through the dark forest.

The shoes crackled from time to time as they stepped on the thick leaves.

In the distance, the crow screamed hoarsely, as if it was in another dimension.

"Cold!" Qing Qian couldn't help but shout.

It wasn't quiet, but the other party didn't slow down.

The trees here soar into the sky, almost obscuring the sky, and even the moonlight is blocked behind the heavy foliage.

In addition to pitch black, it was still pitch black, but somehow, the shallow was able to vaguely see the surrounding scenery.

The trees are strangely looking, perhaps because of the uninhibited environment, or perhaps because they are barely inhabited.

They grow wildly and strangely, their branches branching out with fangs and claws, like the ghost realms described in a strange novel.

I don't know how long I walked, but Night Star Han finally stopped in front of a big tree.

The trunk of the tree was very thick, more than twice as large as all the trees next to it, and the whole tree was about three or four stories tall.

Numerous branches parted from the top of the head, and the fruit the size of a man's head was on it.

It hung down heavily, and it was fruitful.

Ye Xinghan's next move was even more weird.

I saw him reach over and touch the trunk of the tree, moving gently and rubbing slowly.

After a few moments, his arms were outstretched, and he wrapped his arms around the tree, even his face on it.

"Cold!"

Qing Qian ran over in a few steps, reaching out to grab Night Star Han, trying to pull him back.

found that the other party's figure had not moved, and he couldn't pull him at all.

Night Star Han finally turned his head slowly.

His entire face was covered by a large bronze mask.

Under the hollowed-out eyes, there is a faint green glow, as if to suck people's hearts into it.

It's not Night Star!