Leaning over to seal her lips again, Pu Yangche did whatever he wanted, and he didn't want to suppress anything, and he couldn't suppress it at all.

Almost at the same time, Xing Ruoyou stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around his neck, raised his head slightly, and kissed him.

The tide was violent, and he almost couldn't wait to tear off a qiē obstacle from her that was preventing him from being relieved by the cold.

And she was not so lucky, her own internal strength was insufficient, and now she was poisoned, and it took her half a day to tear off half of the clothes on his upper body, but she couldn't untie his very annoying belt.

Her boneless cold little hands kept tugging around his waist, suffocating him uncomfortably, so he simply got up and took it off, and pressed it again without hesitation.

The unbarrierd touch of the skin made the two of them tremble together, and let out a sigh that seemed to be satisfied and insufficient.

Where his big palm passed, the icy whiteness on her skin quickly receded, and the cream-like skin became more and more translucent and shiny because of the frozen, making him love it and caress it over and over again.

The coldness of her body and the seemingly innate coolness of her body were undoubtedly the salvation he needed most at the moment.

And the fire around him was also the antidote she craved most at this time.

Water and milk blend, dry wood and blazing fire.

The two completely opposite temperaments of ice and fire have evolved to the extreme in each of them, entangled with each other, dissolving each other and evolving themselves at the same time, without any sense of disobedience, as if they were born like this.

Even though both of them were first-time and very jerky, instinct guided them to continue.

When he kissed her, she took the initiative to give her delicate lips, and when she was emotional, she would even open her mouth slightly, and dance with the tip of her tongue in his raging mouth, or suck, or bite, or moan.

When his lips and tongue went all the way down to the snow peak on her chest that was thinly powdered by emotion, not only did she not struggle to dodge like the last time, but she faintly moved forward, which made it easier for him to love and play.

And when his hands finally broke through the barriers and came to her most mysterious area, she suddenly froze for a moment, and soon it was even softer than before, and her consciousness wanted to refuse, but the hands that had been sticking to him tightened involuntarily, her head was coquettish, and her lower body began to writhe slightly because of uneasiness.

Now Pu Yangche, who is completely dependent on instinct to control his behavior, is willing to let go, only to feel that the place where he starts is as soft as a semi-condensed truffle, smooth as a freshly peeled protein, and has a slippery and moist feeling like ice dew.

He only felt a stream of hot blood flourishing all over his body from his fingertips, and finally gathered the evil fire in his lower body, and he urgently needed to vent.

Both hands immediately parted her slender legs to the sides, and after a little anxious search of the source of the fiery fire, she finally found the source of the ice dew, and broke into half of her head.

"Ahh

The foreign object suddenly burst in without warning, and Xingruoyou's body trembled spasmodically with a painful cry, and opened his mouth to bite his shoulder, which was drenched in sweat from emotion.

The force was too heavy, and soon the smell of blood spread from her mouth.

The stinging pain not only did not relieve his movements, but instead stimulated his bloodiness even more, holding down the tender raw-buttocks-flap that she wanted to avoid because of the pain, and stabbed hard in the waist, breaking through the barrier and submerging the roots.

When he entered half of his head before, the soft elasticity during the period had made him unable to hold himself, but now the whole was wrapped in it, and it was unprecedentedly smooth and straight to the whole body, and the tight twisting made him feel as comfortable as the tip of the waves of the sea of clouds, and he broke out of his lips with a low moan that he had been holding for a long time, almost instinctively.

Xing Ruoyou was not so lucky, the first time she tasted the pain of breaking the melon, she met such a "reckless man", her heart was sad, and she was plundered without interruption, and it was even more painful that she couldn't help but groan, and tears continued to flow down her cheeks.

In fact, this pain is far less painful than the torture brought to her by the cold poison, she has experienced many times more painful torture in her previous life, and she can't tell why she is crying at this time.

Maybe it's because the first time in two lives was handed over to someone who has known each other for less than a month, or maybe it's something else.

After a burst of instinct-driven venting, Pu Yangche seemed to feel that the people under him were far less cooperative than before, and he also felt her pain, and unconsciously slowed down the rhythm, and his lips looked for her kiss again.

It seems to be soothing, like teasing, rare gentleness.

His big palm also continued to light a fire from her body, wanting her to burn with him again and enter an unprecedented peak of joy.

She never thought that Pu Yangche, who was yin and yin, would have such a gentle side, her heart unconsciously loosened, and her body gradually accepted him.

In addition, the cold poison on her body has not dissipated, and the previous consciousness was slightly clear only because of the unbearable pain, but now the consciousness is loose, and it has become blurred again to the point that only the will is left, passively pandering.

The two seemingly non-existent breaths, red and white, flowed and overflowed, merged, intertwined, mixed from their bodies, and gradually circulated back into their respective bodies, and they did not notice this at all.

This night, they gave each other unprecedented satisfaction, but afterwards the two were in very different states.

Xing Ruoyou didn't know how many times it was, and in the end, he couldn't support it, and fell asleep in another wave of annihilation.

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At this time, in the secret room of the Yan Wang's Mansion, the atmosphere was a little tense.

"What do you say? None of them came back?! Puyang Xuan's narrow eyes were full of suppressed anger, what he sent out was the forces of the entire Xuanming Sect left, which was more than enough to deal with an army of tens of thousands, and he couldn't solve a Ling Wangfu with only a few hundred courtyard guards!

Unexpectedly, Pu Yangche has been dormant for three years, but his strength is even better than before, and he has lost an army in vain!

However, let him see Pu Yangche's strength earlier, so that he can think of a better way to deal with him!

It's just a ······

"What about Miss Xing? Did you see her? ”

"Back to the prince, my subordinates have been answering outside King Ling's mansion, so I was able to come back to report and ······ I didn't see the situation in the palace clearly, and begged the prince to atone for his sins! The man could not stop his teeth chattering as he spoke.

Everyone in the world said that His Royal Highness King Yan was bloodthirsty and terrifying, but he felt that His Royal Highness King Yan's heart was no less ruthless than that of King Yan!

Worried that he would lose his life by anger, he hurriedly continued: "But the subordinates finally risked their lives to take a closer look, and just in time to see His Royal Highness King Xuan carrying Miss Xing into the room, Miss Xing seems to be injured. ”

"Hurt? How can it hurt? "The subordinates he sent out all had special explanations, how could he get her hurt?

Is there a spy?

The subordinate buried his head lower: "The subordinate doesn't know. ”

Pu Yang Xuan restrained the anger around him: "Continue to send more people to monitor every move of King Ling's Mansion. ”

The subordinate hurriedly answered the door as if he had been pardoned.

At this time, a masked woman in purple walked out from the other end of the secret passage, knelt in front of Puyang Xuan and said respectfully, "What does the master command?" ”

Her voice is as moving as a yellow warbler, and people can't help but want to see her face under the veil when they hear it.

"Find a way to infiltrate the palace of the king of Xu, this king must know the information inside, and must not reveal his identity."

"Yes!"

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