(I hate writing this kind of plot the most.,I really want to die.,Black history is all these ghost things.,Weakly ask for recommendation votes.,I'm even more grateful to have a reward.) ）

The sudden bump made the two of them startled immediately, but fortunately, neither of them was an ordinary person, and they quickly reacted.

As a long-term horseback warrior, Shikanosuke immediately lowered his center of gravity and grabbed the horse's sideburns, which can be regarded as withstanding this shock.

But dialect is different, even if dialect has experienced life and death struggles, a guy like him who has little experience in horseback riding and only ordinary common sense will only subconsciously grab something that can rub himself and not fall off the horse, then at this time, the problem comes.

Fang Yan is now holding the reins of the horse with his right hand, and his left hand is holding on to Shikanosuke's waist, and if he is shocked like that, his hand may be misplaced... Oh no, it's the wrong place.

For example, moving from the waist to the waist, a soft part under the collarbone, I think that the part that is known for its softness and toughness can allow the dialect to escape falling from a high-speed galloping horse and falling into the brain.

"Suck!"

"Suck!"

Before he had time to sigh anything, Fang Yan took a sharp breath of cold air, the amazing softness and elasticity were not mentioned for the time being, but no one expected that under the petite body and armor, there was actually a pair of such terrible murder weapons.

It is really small hidden in the forest, big hidden in the city, and there is a unique scenery under the armor.

The five fingers were slightly closed, and the tender flesh that could only be described as luxurious overflowed exaggeratedly from between his fingers.

The experienced dialect is already experienced, let alone testing it with your hands, even if you just rub it slightly, you can know what the other party's milk volume is, not to mention pressing it with one hand, and it is still so hard.

At this moment, I have figured out the dialect of the other party's body, and I can only continue to marvel in my heart.,This mere martial artist,Actually has a mind comparable to Himiko, a female high school student with huge blonde.,Said to be stunted during the Warring States Period.,Lori is poor. What about the Warring States of the Milky Universe? You must know that the other party is from a civilian background, and at this time he can only sigh that the other party is really naturally beautiful.

Two cold airs sounded at the same time, one was a dialect, and the other was naturally Shikanosuke, although they were both cold but had completely different meanings, the former was moaning, and the latter was crying out in pain.

At that moment, Fang Yan felt that his left hand was caught in a ball of unstoppable cotton traps, not only was he grabbing, but the thing was still sucking, allowing himself to sink deep and soft, it was really terrible, how could there be such a demon in the world, Fang Yan's soul fluttered, and he didn't know how many times he was dedicated to the great Lucifer.

Fang Yan never expected that the other party's hidden under the samurai's light clothing was such a pair of huge and delicious things, while enjoying it, he also noticed something bad, first hurriedly stopped the horse, and then immediately asked nervously: "Kanosuke, are you okay?" ”

"Hmm..."Shikanosuke barely managed to squeeze out a smile, but his expression hurt so much that tears were about to flow out, and if your lower body was suddenly pulled hard, you probably understood what it was like.

Fang Yan replied with some embarrassment, "...... It really hurts, right? ”

"Hmm." Shikanosuke only replied with monosyllabic words, and her expression didn't know whether it was pain or comfort, it was extremely complicated, because there was another thing that made her more uncomfortable than pain, and that was ......

"Master Tongues, can you take your hand away?"

That's right, Fang Yan's hand was still on Shikanosuke's chest, and he rubbed it very gently.

was reminded so directly, and the dialect is not good to pretend to be stupid, he was stunned, and said: "Oh, sorry, I think you will be in pain, so I will help you rub it, how about it, it is much better now, right?" ”

"Hmm... It's much better, please take your hands off. Shikanosuke's red face was almost dripping blood, not because he was confused for a while, Shikanosuke didn't struggle to resist, but sat on the horse, waiting for Fang Yan's action.

But this policy of non-resistance,But let the originally obedient,Let go of the other party's dialect suddenly intensified the heart of aggression.,Yamanaka Kanosuke is not only a fierce general who only knows how to fight.,She's also very famous as one of the few beautiful girls in Izumo.。

As a normal man, if he knew that the heroic and heroic beauty generals on the battlefield would not resist him, but he didn't do anything, then he could really die a hundred times.

Seeing that the side face of the girl in his arms had burned to the root of his ears, and even his breathing became slightly heavy, he was ruthless in his heart, greed soared, depressed his center of gravity, and stabilized his body and horses, not only did he not let go, but boldly began to use his left hand to help the other party massage very actively.

"Woohoo... Dialect Pavilion, Lower... What are you doing ......" The amazing straight ball hit made Shikanosuke finally can't help moaning softly, but his expression cried out, and his innocent body was actually touched by a stranger who had just met!

"I feel like I'm responsible for my affairs, Kanosuke." The tongue replied in righteous words, and the reason was so sufficient that it was speechless.

"Negative, responsible...? Huh? But... Hmm... But ......" Kanosuke's eyes widened, and he didn't know what expression to use to express his mood at the moment, is this guy in front of him a monster, and the way his brain thinks is completely different from himself.

It may have been an accident before, but now it is indeed a deliberate action, which is a gamble, and a premeditated gamble.

Since one's liking or dislike for a person can suddenly change under certain conditions, why can't you take advantage of the other party's conservative concept of being in the Warring States to suddenly increase the other party's favorability?

Special moments should be used in special strategies.

Fang Yan's right hand suddenly lifted the other party's jaw and kissed the other party's small mouth.

"Huh? Dialect Pavilion... Hmm, woohoo......! ”

On the other side, the already confused Yamanaka Kanosuke was suddenly attacked by this, and his mouth finally couldn't help but overflow with a weak and inaudible scream, and the whole person was completely stupid, he didn't expect the dialect to be so excessive, and he only wandered in his mind 'It's over, I really can't get married for the rest of my life', I thought it was shameful enough to escape from the toilet pipe, but compared with this incident, I found that it was not a grade of humiliation at all.

Is this my life of hardship? If it's for the Niko family, I'm ......

I don't know if it's because of this close posture, even in this kind of windy moment, the dialect feels that this whisper is still so clear and audible.

Her voice sounded as delicate as a thirteen or fourteen girl, immature, and revealing an indescribable laziness, and a natural bewitching in the tactful way, which made people's hearts shake, and their souls seemed to be about to come out of their bodies, following the voice, urging their next movements.

Fang Yan swallowed his saliva, as if he wanted to hear more voices, began to increase the strength of his hands, appropriately used his hands in the special skills of some films in the supreme game space, and began to serve each other wholeheartedly, rubbing his hands back and forth between the two pairs of young pigeons, if it was said that the initial numbness was like a small electric current, but now it has been transformed into 100,000 volts, completely destroying the other party's spirit.

Immediately noticed that the other party wanted to inch in Yamanaka Shikanosuke hunched his waist, his body curled up in a ball, his body instinctively rejected this strange pleasure, and screamed: "Hmm... Woohoo, Fang, dialect lord, please stop... Don't be like this... I, I... I... Spare me......"

But how can this weak resistance make the dialect stop, and this soft discourse is not so much resistance as it is to encourage the dialect to continue.

Fang Yan didn't answer, his eyes were no longer hidden, and he directly released a green light like a hungry wolf, although the white rabbit toffee of Himiko tasted good, but the wild flowers and family flowers were funny, how could they compare with each other, not to mention that the identity of the other party was still a battlefield general, and it was a uniform temptation that could not be found in reality.

With the movement of the index finger, the dialect began to ravlist between the peaks, back and forth, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, pinching them into different shapes, and in just a few minutes, the twin peaks were touched all over, leaving their own footprints in each place.

Fang Yan was more accurate from the beginning of obtaining the character card of Himiko, or the moment he put the other party on it, he had already decided that even if he used it in despicable means, even if he became a demon in the game world, he would live with his companions.

In order to prevent things from getting out of his control, while enjoying it, the dialect also constantly responds in time according to Yamanaka Kanosuke's reaction, people have joys, angers, sorrows, and joys, even if they are suppressed, those feelings will appear on the face, especially at this special moment, it is impossible for the other party to hide something.

Although Fang Yan didn't dare to claim that he was an expert in this area, he still dabbled and studied a little, and the other party was just a rather upright general, not a wise man with a huge depth of the city, and it was not difficult to read the thoughts from the other party's expression.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of Fang Yan's mouth hooked a rather charming arc, which was the same heart-to-body pleasant expression as a child seeing a new toy, because he found a very, very interesting thing, Yamanaka Shikanosuke, the general of Ji, actually had a tendency to tremble, and it was not slight, and it was pertinent and even almost serious.

When he deliberately exerted more force, leaving red handprints on the soft part, the other party did not show too much pain, but became more excited, no matter what else, it was simply the body itself that longed for this kind of whipping.

As for the source, it was probably honed in that difficult life.