Chapter Eighty-Five: The Wind Rises in Tokyo

Unexpectedly, Meng Yin suddenly pressed on her, breathing rapidly, and the exhaled breath kept hitting her face. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info she was in a state of confusion, and the familiar sensations in her body reminded her of something, and her face suddenly began to burn.

Meng Yin stared at her like this, and a sense of anxiety burned in her heart, and she smiled wickedly with her impulse, and her voice contaminated with desire brewed in the hot air: "I've been carrying it all day, isn't it time for you to encourage me?"

Shen Lijue had a hint of blush on his face, and smiled forcefully: "I think you should be very tired, it's better to go to bed early......"

"Go to bed early?" Meng Yin smiled evilly, and pulled off Shen Lijue's belt: "Sleep now~"

Shen Lijue fell on the soft bed, her heart was beating, and the strange feeling began to spread, her face was flushed in a burst of heat, and her voice was panting: "No...... Don't ......"

Meng Yin's widening eyes were filled with a kind of desire, that look made her heart furious, and her voice was too impulsive and eager, with a ruthlessness: "But you don't struggle, you are strong in martial arts, and you have rested all day, how can you not push away the official who has carried you all day?"

Looking at Meng Yin's flirtatious eyes, Shen Lijue's hot face turned even redder, and he didn't know what to say.

This reaction made Meng Yin's body tremble suddenly, and the last trace of reason collapsed, he pressed her under him fiercely, and a domineering kiss sucked her lips violently.

The frantic touch made her body numb and soft like an electric shock, and she deeply felt that the electricity had spread all over her body, and she couldn't resist this warmth.

A pillar of incense extinguished.

"Xiao seems to be too ruthless...... Small as ...... Slow...... Officials ......"

"Whew...... Call...... Lady, I really like it, I like you so much......"

"Hmmm......"

"Now, I really want to have a lovely child with you, and our family will be more lively and warm......"

"Well, I ...... I want to ...... My dear...... Tap ......

In the blink of an eye, it was the second half of the night, but the house was lingering with bursts, and the sound of ecstasy did not stop.

"Official...... Come out ......"

"Well, don't ......"

"Ah......h

Dawn is approaching, and there is only one person left in the house to panic: "Hey?!Don't ...... Don't pass out...... I was wrong, I went overboard, lady, wake up!"

The morning star rose, a mansion on the border of Tokyo was covered with an extremely strange evil aura, the two figures in the house rose and fell extremely entangled, the man was pressed under his body and groaned, his hands grasped the snow-white skin on his body tighter and tighter, and a lot of sweat beads oozed from his forehead, and a woman in a pure appearance sucked every part of the man's body, and the man's body trembled.

The woman laughed happily, the dark clouds covered the moon, and gradually only the sound of the female cat calling spring.

When the evil spirit dissipated, there was only one man left in the room, his clothes and hair were disheveled, his face was pale and his eyes were dead, and he was no longer breathing.

At the end of the night, the sky gradually turned white, and Qingmeng stood by the lake, staring straight into the distance, thoughtful.

With a "whoosh", he turned around vigilantly, and the corners of his mouth were already hooked into a smile: "You're finally back." ”

"Didn't you hear the call of your master?" the innocent-looking woman appeared in front of him, smiled at him, hugged his neck, and opened her mouth to bite down!

He couldn't help but let out a low groan, and then endured that weird feeling to keep calm and said, "Since you know that only I can give you what you want, you have to do things better for me, and I will let you suck more afterwards, otherwise, I will destroy you with the forbidden technique!"

"Don't worry, people have already accepted their fate~" The woman whispered in his ear, stroking his face as she spoke: "It's really ironic, what people need, what people are afraid of, you have it, and people are destined to be your people all their lives~"

"You're not a human being at all," Qingmeng obviously put on a look of boredom and rejection, and took two steps back: "It's not even my person." ”

"You're just a pet I've adopted, just my innate spiritual blood that can be your hundred-year-old feed, and you have to bow down at my feet. Qingmeng added mockingly.

There was obvious dissatisfaction on the woman's face, but Qingmeng was very calm, and continued with a disdainful expression: "You should have lived less than ten years old, and now you want to protect you from being a hundred years old, but it all depends on my blood, that is to say, your life can be in my hands, don't be too presumptuous and forget the most important point." ”

The woman snorted arrogantly, suppressing her dissatisfaction: "Then what do you want me to do this time?"

"It's very simple...... the corners of Qingmeng's mouth have hooked up a mysterious smile.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the waning moon, and the woman walked through the bushes with light skills, and she complained all the way: Cut, what is pretending to be high, and saying that the demon family swears not to be with the demon, what is this now? In the end, it is just a hypocrite~

After the end of the early dynasty, Zhao Ji sat quietly in the Xuanhe Hall to review the folds, but a figure suddenly blocked the light, he looked up in shock, but a kiss had fallen heavily on the lips, and before he could react, the woman had thrown him to the ground and ripped off his belt.

He panicked, and complex emotions surged: "Are you ......"

"The slave family is here to serve Your Majesty~" The woman looked at Zhao Ji's eyes full of ambition to seize something, licked the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, kissed Zhao Ji's lips fiercely, and frantically tore off her thin clothes in the deep kiss.

Zhao Ji's heart was turbulent, and then his widening eyes flashed with a trace of golden light, and in the next second, he suddenly stretched out his hands and tore the woman's clothes!

The familiar sound of the female cat's spring sounded again, and Hongye happened to pass by the Xuanhe Palace, and broke in with the sound, but unexpectedly bumped into the scene of Zhao Ji playing with the woman under him in every possible way, or in the Xuanhe Palace......

Momiji was stunned for a moment, and at that moment, she felt her heart being torn apart by a pair of hands, and her flesh and blood were blurred......

"Huh...... Hehehe...... "She laughed so hard that she couldn't stand on her feet, and she left the room drunk, and walked away......

At that moment, he suddenly stopped his movements, stared at the tears dripping on the ground, and had a headache, which completely washed away his desire.

He looked at the people below him, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he was stunned for a while. Unexpectedly, the woman got up suddenly, quickly dressed, and jumped out of the room.

He tried to get up, but he found that his whole body was weak and weak, and his trembling hands were struggling to get dressed, and he was about to put on his coat, but the scene before him suddenly turned around, and he leaned over in the gloomy scene, and fell to the ground and fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

Not long after, the first palace people came in, and inadvertently saw Zhao Ji fainting to the ground, and carried Zhao Ji to the bed in a panic, and hurriedly went to find the imperial doctor after settling down.

After a stick of incense, the imperial doctor checked the pulse and shook his head with a complicated expression, Hongye heard that Zhao Ji suddenly fell ill, and ran in anxiously, and hurriedly asked, "What disease is Your Majesty suffering from?"

The imperial doctor looked at the red leaves with a strange expression, and the red leaves were wondering, and the imperial doctor timidly saluted, and whispered: "Your Majesty is too much intercourse that has caused a rare evil disease, which can be cured, but I'm afraid that I will be seriously ill for a while." ”

"This," Hongye felt a chill when he heard this, but thinking that Zhao Ji was worried about his life, he was worried again, and couldn't help venting his dissatisfaction on the imperial doctor: "No matter what, you have to cure Your Majesty as soon as possible, if Your Majesty has anything wrong, you will wait for the funeral!"

When the imperial doctor heard this, he felt that staying in the palace all these years had also forced the dog, and he had no choice but to be controlled by others, so he had to salute again: "Weichen promises with a head that Your Majesty will recover within half a month!"