Chapter 159: Is it a dream, not a dream

I wanted to sleep lightly, but when I really fell asleep, I couldn't wake up.

It is said that when the body matures, it will have some weird dreams.

However, Meng Xiaopao was deeply immersed in this strange dream at this time.

The body was rubbed by a pair of big hands without pity||Pinching.

The lip flap was also invaded.

I want to open my eyes so much, I want to get out of this strange dream.

However, at this time, it was as if he had been pressed by a ghost, and his consciousness clearly felt awake, but his body was stiff and difficult to move.

The mind desperately wants to clench his fists, but the flesh just doesn't want to cooperate.

The big hand that roamed on the body was like a magical staff, and it always made people tremble everywhere they passed.

Crispy numbness,

Warm and itchy.

In this bad spring dream, the eyelids of the eyes are like being sewn into the eyes, and no matter how hard you try, you can't open them at all.

He wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be strangled by something, and the mouth that had endured the plundering between his lips and teeth could not spit out a sound at all.

The big hand that stirred the flames swam around and landed on his chest.

When he rested, he didn't take off his clothes, but at this time, the big hands on his chest clearly did not block his skin.

Big hands pluck the peak,

The strange touch is like an electric current running straight through the soul.

Irritation, trembling, and more of a powerlessness.

The mind is trying to resist this spring dream, but the body is not fighting against it.

The wandering hand of sin had already touched his body several times.

There is a most primitive hunger and thirst that gradually overflows from the soul.

It was the desire to follow this dream all the way on, the terrible desire.

Time passed in forbearance and suffering.

The lips were a little numb from the plunder.

The white and tender peak of the dome became in a state of condition in the hands of the demon.

The powder was scorching, as if waiting for more comfort.

Endure, suppress, break free, desperately want to be sober.

Time was still flowing, and all the secret calls had no effect.

The sound of the mind asking for help was all over the sea, the body was still heating up, and some uncontrollable changes finally appeared.

mortified

The performance of the body is not angry, so that there is only shame in the heart.

The mysterious cavern.

A stream of heat seems to be flowing slowly.

The secret realm is soaked by this flowing spring.

Sticky, squeezy.

The body seems to have fallen into an abyss from which it is difficult to escape, and I want to escape from this shameShameful dreams, but the body is damn that it can't move.

This spring dream is too realistic, and it is so realistic that it makes people feel afraid.

Whose big hand is it that roams on the skin?

I can't see it, I can't hear it, only the teasing on my chest is all clearly in my mind.

At this time, not only was the body trembling, but the heart was even more frightened.

Who the hell is it? Is it a human being a ghost, or is someone secretly calculating?

Self-help, only self-help.

The three doctors and souls called to no avail, and at this time, they had to rely on themselves to get out of the situation.

By what?

What should you rely on -

The brain is a little dull because of the physical pleasure.

What is most lacking in this kind of moment is a ray of calm in the midst of pleasure.

Must be calm, absolutely calm.

Only when you are calm can you analyze accurately.

This may just be a dream, and the test is people's determination and perseverance.

The will must not be destroyed, and the mind must not collapse.

Thought......

Thought!

Suddenly a light sparked in my heart.

Why didn't you think of that just now?

My mind is clear.

Although the body can't move, what about the spiritual power?

Spiritual power is used through the mind, and as long as the mind is there, the spiritual power will become the best weapon for breaking dreams.

I'm really confused, and I haven't found such an obvious way to save myself.

The body is being moved, and the heat and hardness of the man's evil dragon can be clearly felt in the occasional touch.

This kind of scum who secretly attacks women should abolish his life.

The mind mobilizes the spiritual power, and the spiritual power is formed into a dagger blade in the body, waiting for the opportunity secretly, and now it is just waiting for the time to come.

The hot dragon finally collided with his skin again, and the time had come to let go of the sword.

"Ah~"

I heard a somewhat familiar muffled sound, followed by a stream of heat spraying over my skin.

In addition to the sticky hot touch on the skin, there is a fishy smell at the tip of the nose.

The smell of blood.

The spiritual dagger slashed the target as he thought.

should have lived for the rest of his life, but at this time, he was only frightened.

The familiar muffled voice let the brain know the source of the demon, this is not a spring dream, this is the reality that Gu Wangchen is seeking an antidote.

The body suddenly became conscious, the eyelids were also unsealed, and the right to speak returned, but unfortunately at this time, I would rather be unable to move.

His eyelids trembled and he didn't dare to open them, afraid to see the scene he was secretly calculating.

I'm afraid that his lifeline will really be ruined under his own blade.

In the cowardly retreat, his hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Don't you want to open your eyes? I don't have the ability to do whatever I want with you at this point. ”

The 'inability' in the words made Meng Xiaopao's heart suddenly begin to fall, his cowardly eyelids suddenly opened, and he turned his head to look to the left of the sound in his ears.

There was a hint of bitterness between Gu Wangchen's good-looking eyebrows, and there was no time to decipher his emotions at the moment, and his eyes followed his handsome face all the way to his naked lower body.

The first thing that caught the eye was the upright evil dragon in high spirits, followed by the scarlet wound on the dragon's lower abdomen.

The flesh of the wound turned outward, and the blood was still flowing mercilessly.

I was relieved to see that he was fine, but when I looked at the valgus wound, I was worried again.

Leave everything just now aside, and talk about something else after healing.

This is not a courtyard residence, and although I don't know where it is, it doesn't affect the movement to enter the Heart Eater.

……

Spiritual dwelling.

Lonely and forgetful of dust lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

By this time it was almost morning outside.

Gu Wangchen, who had lost too much blood, had a slightly pale complexion, and after bringing him in last night, he quickly treated his wounds, and he only watched and said nothing during the whole process.

It wasn't until he finished smearing the muscle-invigorating blood yam that he spit out an astringent sound:

"If you don't want me, you won't force it anymore, and you don't need to endure so hard."

When he had finished speaking, he closed his eyes and breathed.

The meaning of his words is incomprehensible.

Didn't he point to the acupoint or something at that time?

All sovereignty has been deprived by him, and where to start with that sentence that he doesn't want to go.

The body can't move, and he doesn't even know if it's reality or a dream, how he can do what he wants, let alone endure any hardships.

Didn't the body respond to him loyally at that time? The abrasive strange feeling of which one was not responding to his needs.

Forbearance, yes, his own thoughts are indeed forbearance of his courtship, but the forbearance born at that time was self-protection in the face of strangers, and he didn't know it was him at the time.

He silently moved himself from place to place, and then silently made himself a living dead, in the end to vent his own selfish desires.

From beginning to end, he didn't think about his feelings, kept quiet, didn't reveal his identity, didn't reveal his feelings.

He was just selfishly trying to soothe his body, but he didn't think about his panic in the absence of any knowledge.