Gradually, Xiao Longwang discovered Meng Zhuoyin's misdeeds? I treat you as a good friend, but you want to sleep with me? How is it possible, gradually Xiao Longwang got used to it.

"Bad burning." "What's wrong, Longwang." "There are a lot of rooms and beds in the Demon Sect." "I just like to sleep, yours, bed." Meng Zhuoyin cheekily sat on the edge of the bed and read a book. "Hmph."

"I'm going to take a nap." Xiao Long looked at the pillow on the crook of Meng Zhuo's hidden arm and closed his eyes.

"I'm going to take a nap too." Meng Zhuoyin put down the scroll, and his movements were flowing smoothly, and he couldn't hug Xiao Longwang any faster.

"Bad burning." "I'm really good to you." "No, sleep in my bed again." "Your responsibility is obviously to protect the Demon Sect Baby." "So what?" "The two of us are going to share the same bed." "I don't know how to be ashamed to say that I am a baby." "Hey, hey." Meng Zhuoyin smirked. Both of them closed their eyes, gradually breathed steadily, and fell asleep.

Xiao Longwang opened his eyes, and a pair of small tentacles appeared on his head. Several golden dragon patterns appeared on his face. Xiao Longwang lightly touched Meng Zhuoyin's sleeping hole with his fingers. Meng Zhuoyin fell asleep deeply.

Xiao Longwang looked at Meng Zhuo and smiled evilly, trotted to the study to take the brush and ink and trotted back to the room.

"Dance and ink can play the piano, our Demon Sect is really cheap." The people in black looked at their sect leader's wife.

Xiao Longwang took the pen and ink back to the room, raised the brush and glued the ink and drew it towards Meng Zhuoyin's face. First, a king was drawn on Meng Zhuoyin's forehead. He ordered another mole on him, and when he felt that it was not enough, Sect Master Meng became Wang Mazi. Two handfuls of mustache were drawn on the side of his mouth. He picked up another brush and glued waterproof ink, and traced vigorously on Meng Zhuoyin's two eyebrows. The leader of the sect has thick eyebrows and bearded men with thick eyebrows in seconds.

"Hahahahaha Xiao Longwang couldn't breathe with a smile.

Xiao Longwang trotted back to the study. Untied Meng Zhuoyin's sleeping hole casually, and then closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. After a while, Meng Zhuoyin woke up.

"Hmm, is Brother Meng awake?" Xiao Longwang rubbed his eyes.

"Well, just woke up." Meng Zhuo smiled faintly.

"Let's go out and walk around the garden." Xiao Longwang couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, Longwang." The leader is naïve like a child.

The people in black sat around and carried out the friendly and beautiful activities of chewing the roots of their tongues every day.

Xiao Longwang led the dark Meng Zhuoyin and walked over like them.

"Damn, what the hell is that next to the Master's wife."

"Is it a black bear spirit?" "Isn't it the Sect Master?"

"It's really true if you look closely."

After Bala Bala Bala, the men in black made a decision to be invisible.

"Hello Master." "Longwang Gongzi is good." The people in black greeted neatly.

"Teach today to be particularly handsome." Laughing.

Laugh, laugh, laugh. Can't help it.

"Hahahahaha." The deafening laughter spread throughout the Demon Cult.

"I can't help it, fuck." "Hahaha."

"Hahaha." "Help me up, I can still laugh." Hei Er was spread on the ground and couldn't straighten his waist.

"Hahaha." Xiao Longwang couldn't help it.

The strange and unstoppable laughter of the people in black and Xiao Longwang made Meng Zhuoyin want to send the black people to Miao Jiang. It actually broke the cute Longwang.

The cooking lady walked over listening to the endless laughter, and laughed when she saw it.

"Oh, what's wrong with your face, sect leader." "My face?"

"Sect Leader Longwang Son, goodbye." The smiling men in black quickly stood up and ran away. Xiao Long ran away, but he couldn't run away, and was grabbed back to the room by Meng Zhuoyin on his shoulder.

Meng Zhuoyin looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

"Longwang?" "Huh? What's wrong? Searing. "My face."

"Hahahahaha." Xiao Longwang's tears of laughter came out.

"It's the other way around, you wait." Meng Zhuoyin washed his face, washed his face, washed his eyebrows, rubbed, rubbed, and soaped.

"Hahahaha." Xiao Longwang wiped his eyes and continued to laugh.

"This is the waterproof can?" "Bad Hope." Meng Zhuoyin looked at Xiao Longwang dangerously.

"Ah, it's time to eat." Xiao Longwang tried to escape. "The little villain will be punished for not being obedient." Meng Zhuoyin was a bed.

Xiao Longwang was suppressed by Meng Zhuoyin.

"Do you want to explain it yourself, or do I have to ask you myself?" Meng Zhuoyin curled Xiao Longwang's lock of hair with his fingers and played around.

"It's me who doesn't paint right, Meng Meng." Xiao Longwang and Meng Zhuoyin were coquettish. "It's good to know it's wrong." Hey, hey, hey, what about your principles, it's so cute, I can't bear it.

"Hey, hey." Xiao Long pushed Meng Zhuoyin. "But the punishment still has to be punished." Meng Zhuoyin stretched out his big hand and patted Xiao Longwang's little buttocks a few times. "Oh bad burning." "Kiss me." Meng Zhuoyin pointed to his cheek. "No, no." Xiao Longwang's face turned even redder. "Then go on with the big ass." "Hmph." Xiao Long looked at the little red face and pursed his mouth to approach Meng Zhuoyin, and Meng Zhuoyin took the kiss with his mouth.

"Huh?" Xiao Longwang was dumbfounded. Meng Zhuoyin kissed Xiao Long lightly, and his big hand touched his big open eyes.

"It's sweeter than honey, and I won't eat honey paste in the future." Meng Zhuoyin licked his lips.

“。。。。。。” Xiao Longwang's face was red and he was about to smoke.

"I like Longwang the most." Meng Zhuoyin chuckled. "Well, Searing."

"Do you like me?" "I like it." Xiao Longwang hugged Meng Zhuoyin.

Meng Zhuoyin kissed Xiao Longwang again.

"Sweet." "Shame." Xiao Longwang's face turned red. "Kiss again?"

"No, no." Xiao Long ran away as soon as he wanted to do it.

"Where to go to Xiaolongwang." "I'm so hot, I'll go take a shower and come back and kiss again." "You are not allowed to follow me."

Xiao Long ran away and went to a cold spring where no one was around. Strip naked and shower.

"Whew, it's hot." "I almost couldn't control myself." Xiao Longwang touched the dragon horn on his head.

Meng Zhuoyin took the clothes and followed Xiao Longwang to prepare for a chance encounter at any time, and had already seen Xiao Longwang's white and tender fruit.

Xiao Longwang stood up, and Meng Zhuoyin, who came to the cold spring, looked at the back with his back to him and wagging his little tail.

“。。。” Is this a dragon? Xiao Longwang? Little Dragon King?

"Yikes." Xiao Long, who turned around, looked at Meng Zhuoyin.

"Longwang." Meng Zhuoyin's brain was congested by Xiao Longwang's brain stimulated by the part below Xiao Longwang's head.

"I... I. Xiao Longwang was nervously incoherent.

"Our dragon is a dragon!"

"Sorry for lying to you." Xiao Longwang lowered his eyes and put on his clothes.

"I like Longwang the most." Meng Zhuo smiled faintly. "I like Burn too."

"Let's take a bath in the hot springs?" Meng Zhuo smiled faintly. "Bad burning."

Ahem, the curtain is all over the place.

On the day of the wedding, Meng Zhuoyin, who had finished drinking, returned to the new house. Raised the hijab and looked at Xiao Longwang.

"Longwang." "Husband." Xiao Longwang lowered his head. "Let me take a good look." Meng Zhuoyin raised his chin and stared at him, commanding to be hooked. "Remember what I told you about our popular makeup?" "I remember everything Long Wang said." "I only said the first half of the sentence that day." "Hmm."

"I have a golden dragon pattern on my forehead, and there should be a dragon cloud and a flower on the forehead of the person I love, which means that we will not be separated in our lives." "Long Wang, don't draw yet." "What's the hurry?" "I'm anxious to stay with you for the rest of my life."

A pair of handsome people, composing a period of Shaohua years, a red line, staying together for thousands of years, a dragon cloud falling into the sunset flower, outlining the eyebrows and eyes of the handsome man. The same kind of acacia field, the same kind of acacia flower. The weak water is three thousand, and the hidden dragon hopes to take only one scoop and drink it in the throat.

"I like Longwang the most."

"Bad burning."

The peach blossoms smile and the spring breeze and the new willows open their branches and buds, the grass grows and the warbler flies in the spring and summer of another year, and the colorful butterflies spread their wings again. Year after year.

"Searing."

"Longwang."

Scorching Hope.

Eternal and immortal engraved in the heart.