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Chapter 363 Is It You? (2nd Update)

Is it going to be late and not guaranteed? Fang Xiaoru trembled and stared at the evil Nether Demon Lord in front of him, he was the most elusive person he had ever seen. And the gap from the soul realm even made Fang Xiaoru unable to have any thoughts of resisting, it was coercion, absolute coercion. Fang Xiaoru felt that even if this demon immortal suppressed his cultivation in the god transformation stage, it was only a matter of his eyes to die by himself.

The Nether Demon Lord's eyes seemed to wander, as if he was reminiscing, as if he was worshipping, and even more so as to be immersed in a sea of memories that he didn't even know.

Fang Xiaoru didn't dare to move, and she couldn't move. Like a pig to be slaughtered on the board, let others play with it.

The Nether Demon Lord's hand, cold and unfamiliar, tore his own clothes. At this time, Fang Xiaoruxiang's shoulders were half exposed, and her eyes were full of weak helplessness, but she didn't want to stimulate the **** conquered by the Netherworld Demon Lord even more.

The cold lips tentatively licked Fang Xiaoru's earlobe, and one hand held the plump on Fang Xiaoru's chest, the warm and fragrant touch was as beautiful as imagined. The blood in his body seemed to be boiling, and the bloodthirsty impulse caused the Netherworld to bite down Fang Xiaoru's crisp shoulder, sucking the blood on Fang Xiaoru's shoulder. A sweet fragrance lingers between the lips and teeth.

Rising unconsciously, the Nether Demon Lord was still not satisfied, and with domineering and catharsis, he fiercely sealed Fang Xiaoru's lips. Like a fresh and cool ice fountain in the scorching summer, with sweetness and softness, it seemed sweeter than any nun she had ever tasted.

Fang Xiaoru experienced the initial fear, to hesitation, to calmness, and passively accepted the aggression without resistance, watching herself fall into the clutches of the Netherworld Demon Lord step by step.

"Let go of me! My name is Fang Xiaoru, and I am from the Lower Demon Realm. Fang Xiaoru gasped and tried to struggle, but she couldn't move even her fingers.

"Xiaoru? Be my woman. The Nether Demon Lord announced domineeringly, gently picking up Fang Xiaoru's silky hair, sniffing deeply, and without waiting for Fang Xiaoru's answer, he continued his exploration.

Fang Xiaoru was silent, her eyes slightly closed, not daring to gaze. You don't have a choice, do you?

Quietly bearing the pleasure that the Netherdemon brought to his body, although he couldn't suppress it, his body was touched by the Netherdemon Lord, setting off bursts of pleasure. But Fang Xiaoru's heart was calm and terrifying, she was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity to fight back.

The abundance on his chest changed into different shapes as the Nether Demon Lord's hand continued to knead, and at the same time, the red on his chest had already stood up, even more delicate. The Nether Demon Lord's originally black eyes, because of the hot ****, turned red, like a mad beast, roared, and two vampire-like fangs appeared on his mouth, biting the red on his chest.

I'll it! Hurt! He's a demon, not a man! Fang Xiaoru's sore nose was sour, pretending to be bent to greet her, and said intermittently, "Light, it hurts!" The only thing Fang Xiaoru was able to speak at this time was to speak.

A hint of apology flashed in the Nether Demon Lord's eyes, he straightened up slightly, put away the fangs in his mouth, and let go of Yan Hong, but he was slowly gnawing on the rest of Fang Xiaoru's chest. Fang Xiaoru clearly felt that the firmness under him was ready to go, and he was also successfully provoked by him, flushed, soft and numb, and what worried Fang Xiaoru the most was that the emptiness from inside the body, the soul was shouting, longing for a strong and full body.

There was a burst of dampness, and his body reacted most faithfully, and a stream of love* flowed out of his **pants.

As if very satisfied with Fang Xiaoru's reaction, the Nether Demon Lord raised his eyebrows lightly, his red eyes were even more bloodthirsty and crazy, revealing a slight smile, "Baby, you're wet, let me satisfy you well, huh?" Leaning into Fang Xiaoru's ear, he whispered.

No, why are you so abnormal today? I was unknowingly poisoned with the charm of *medicine.。 Fang Xiaoru had a headache for a while, but she couldn't resist the screams of her body. The body was already wet, the itch in the body was terrible, and the mind was gradually out of control. Fang Xiaoru was like a beast dominated by **** at this time, her eyes were like silk, and she couldn't wait to be inserted by the man in front of her immediately.

The Nether Demon Lord didn't like a woman like a zombie and didn't react in bed, and Fang Xiaoru's pandering and submissiveness from beginning to end finally succeeded in paralyzing herself.

It was at this moment that Fang Xiaoru finally felt that she could move. At the moment when Fang Xiaoru gradually lost her clarity, the voice of Xiaota sounded in her mind, "Master, wake up!" You've been poisoned! ”

Fang Xiaoru was shocked, and bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, the intense pain made her wake up a little.

The Netherworld in front of him seemed to be very satisfied with Fang Xiaoru's reaction, one hand had already untied Fang Xiaoru's skirt and probed into the dark path, and one finger had already been inserted into it.

Oh......

Fang Xiaoru only felt that her whole body was trembling, and she was biting the cold finger tightly, not enough, far from enough, Fang Xiaoru was hot all over, and she couldn't wait for the man in front of her to fill her body immediately.

However, the endless stream of spiritual energy from the Tower of Babel began to enter Fang Xiaoru's body, and at the same time, the life force slowly operated, dissolving some of the poison. His eyes had just regained a little clarity, and Fang Xiaoru was afraid.

"Bet! Otherwise, the old lady will be forced X today, and she will have both people and money! A hint of fierceness flashed in Fang Xiaoru's eyes. Just when the Netherworld Demon Lord was ready to ****, Fang Xiaoru's right hand flashed, and the light spirit sword appeared on his fingertips, and he slashed towards the Netherworld Demon Lord's neck fiercely, although he knew that this sword was useless.

Sure enough, there was only a sound that could be heard, and the sword slashed at the head of the Netherworld Demon Realm, only sparking a slight spark on his neck, without any substantial damage. At the same time that the Netherdemon Lord was in disbelief, Fang Xiaoru turned over and kicked his feet, and suddenly broke free from the Netherdemon Lord's control with the help of the reaction force, and rolled to the ground in the air.

Grandma's, finally mastered her body.

Fang Xiaoru immediately summoned her phoenix dance armor to cover up her embarrassing situation of being almost naked. This is the first time that he has summoned his own defensive armor. Theoretically, the incarnation period is unable to break through one's own defenses.

"Little girl, you're not good!" While being momentarily surprised, the Nether Demon Lord chuckled and didn't take Fang Xiaoru's resistance in the slightest. When the Netherworld Demon Lord saw the shape of the armor on Fang Xiaoru's body, his eyes flashed red, this armor, this breath, was exactly the same as the person in his memory. In her memory, she is a high existence, not to be played with, and she admires her almost wholeheartedly. Is it her?

The Nether Demon Lord's eyes were even deeper, whether it was her or not, it was impossible for him to let go of the female cultivator in front of him. Because she has provoked the great Netherworld Demon Lord, she is almost an omnipotent demon immortal in the Upper Demon Realm.

"It's useless, you can't break the power of my space rules." The Nether Lord shook his head and sighed.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Fang Xiaoru is gambling with her life! Secretly work the power of life to suppress the poison in the body. The power of life is the nemesis of all poisons, but it is only for poisons that can harm one's body, and this poison only deepens the **** of one's body, and the power of life is not right.

What Fang Xiaoru didn't understand was that this guy was only interested in his own Mo Lingjing at first, why was he suddenly interested in his body?

The Nether Demon Lord's old trick was repeated, and he still began to block the space, and Fang Xiaoru, who had been prepared for a long time, bit the blood in his heart and sacrificed to the Tower of Babel! Suddenly, a black tower came out of Fang Xiaoru's body, rising up, spinning and gradually getting bigger, with a huge attraction.

"Immortal weapon?" The fire in the eyes of the Nether Demon Lord gradually faded, and the flame spear in his hand was even more radiant, and a single shot stabbed at the Tower of Babel in mid-air.

Poof, a mouthful of blood, spit it out! Fang Xiaoru's heart was injured, and the Tower of Babel screamed, turning into a streamer and entering Fang Xiaoru's body. The Tower of Babel was originally a damaged magic weapon, but at this time, given that Fang Xiaoru's cultivation was too low, he couldn't exert his power at all. resisted, but still couldn't change his fate.

"Originally, I was just curious, but now I'm angry." The Nether Demon Lord angrily stated the facts, and approached Fang Xiaoru on the ground step by step.

At this time, Fang Xiaoru's heart was connected due to the damage of the Tower of Babel, and her heart was also greatly damaged, and the blood overflowing from the corners of her mouth was messily attached to her cheeks with her black hair, which was even more bewitching and beautiful.

Is it true that you can't escape the mercy of fate?

I want to go against the sky, why are all these **** masters?

Just when Fang Xiaoru was about to make a desperate bet and enter the Lingyun space to dodge, while he had not blocked the space yet, while he was teasing a mouse like a joke, Fang Xiaoru did not hesitate to **** his last hole card.

Suddenly, I heard an earth-shattering thunderclap, "You dare!" ”

Familiar and unfamiliar! With palpitations, Fang Xiaoru raised his head weakly and looked at the majestic silver-armored monk in front of him, holding the silver flying dragon sword, and roared angrily.

The big hero in my mind will one day come to pick me up with colorful auspicious clouds!

Xiaoru, wait for me to pick you up! It was as if parting was just yesterday, and this moment seemed to have been waiting for a long, long time, in the words of mortals, almost half a world of waiting.

Fang Xiaoru had a touching smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were full of satisfaction, if she could see him at the last moment of her life, it would also be a kind of satisfaction. How did he end up here? Is it a hallucination?

The mood was excited, the poison in the body attacked again, the cheeks were red, the breathing was short, and the whole body was irrepressibly soft. The next moment he was already in his arms by the person he had been looking forward to, smelling the familiar smell in his memory, Fang Xiaoru sighed with satisfaction and serenity, at this time his wandering heart finally had a home again, it was the smell of home...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to () subscribe, reward, your support is my biggest motivation. )