Yuan Ye was very distressed, if he consumed so many spirit seeds like this, let alone a few times, I was afraid that this time his spirit seeds would be finished. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The spirit seed is the seed of spirituality, and people who do not have the seed of spirit will lose their spirituality, this kid is stupid enough to look at, but if the spirit seed is lost, he will not become a real nerd?

Yuan Ye was anxious for him, but people were not in a hurry, although his movements were jerky, his strength was not reduced. She tried to shout to stop, but her throat moved, and she only made a slight grunt. This voice sounded natural to Yu Mocheng, stimulating his adrenal gland secretion speed directly increased tenfold, and the impact brought by it increased more than tenfold, bringing the two of them directly to the peak.

Then, Haraba forgot to ask him to stop.

Because of nervousness, because of shame, because of worry...... Or maybe because of Yuan Ye's own feelings that she couldn't understand, she didn't notice that although those black curses that entered the spiritual energy cycle of the two people converged, they stayed in the spiritual energy net on the periphery of the two of them, and they couldn't move forward.

But they seemed to have found something that made them very eager to get close, and struggled forward, no longer like those black spiritual powers in Mary Farm before, although they felt close, they couldn't find it, they could only go back and forth through Yu Mocheng's body in vain, this time they really felt the call of the pure black spirit lord.

They struggled forward, using psionic cycles, towards the black spirit seed. On the path of the black spiritual energy, Yu Mocheng's back, a crystal black spiritual vein gradually opened up.

The man who fell from the peak, gasping for breath, finally handed the power of thinking back from the lower half of his body to his brain.

How did things turn out like this? In fact, he just wanted to stop the seventh prince who was in a hurry to propose. He has been staring at Niu for decades, how can he let others propose?

But what now? He looked at the sweetheart around him, tired and drugged, his eyelids had closed and he was sleeping.

No matter what happens in the future, the most important thing to do now is to cover her with a quilt. Although he felt that the indoor temperature was a bit high, her body was beautiful enough.

Yu Mocheng pulled a quilt over her and covered her, hugged her tightly, and used his somewhat mushy brain to suppress the impulse of his lower body to seize power again to replace his thinking, and wanted to sort out the current situation.

After a long night, the faint fragrance of cartilage fragrance slowly faded, and the body odor that was more suctioning to him gradually rose from the cold of the original leaf Ling Rui.

He kept looking at her face and trying to figure out a way, but the more he looked at her, the more he couldn't think of a way. He even began to think crankily, if there is a time device, help him go back for one night, he will definitely control the power seizure thinking of his lower body, but there is no way, Xinxiang is already in his arms, and he can't go back to the past.

Yu Mo's mushy head didn't dare to think about how the original leaf would be stormy after waking up.

He thought about sneaking away while she was still awake, but he was reluctant to let go. Thinking about the days when he couldn't see her in the future and accepting her stormy sanctions, he gritted his teeth and preferred the latter.

The windows outside are getting cooler, and the tropical morning begins.

The person in his arms moved softly and gently.

Yu Mocheng closed her eyes vigorously, preparing for the punishment she woke up with, being scolded, beaten, sent to sentencing, or simply and rudely castrated directly...... No matter what, he confessed. It's just that if he is castrated, he doesn't know if his voice will become ugly, he doesn't want to be disgusted by her, if that happens, he will pretend to be dumb.

Thanks to the encouragement of the 333 monthly pass of the 333 students (to be continued.) )