"It's back to the king, it's the king, giggles." The painting bone raised his eyebrows, "I won't do anything, this is my body, I just appreciate it, appreciate it carefully, hahaha." ”

What could be more humiliating and hopeless?

Whoever can save him from fire and water, even the heavens cannot.

"Baby, I'm also very beautiful, I don't know how many times stronger than your hairy boy, you touch it, don't you?" Drawing bones and wandering bones, while smiling sharply, he grabbed Mo Qingye's hand and stroked it on his body, "How is it, how is it compared to you?" ”

The tentacles are silky skin like jade, with a warm desire. Hope, want to cover the bewitchment like a blur.

However, no matter how much the strongest style in the world can bewitch Mo Qingye's mind at this moment.

If he can still get carried away at this time, it will be really weird and inexplicable. He felt disgusting, disgusting to the bone, his body fell limply on the bed, watching the figure shamelessly approach him step by step, like a dark and ghostly moonlight falling on him, he was powerless to resist, he didn't even have the strength to shout angrily, the gossamer-like breath was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit it out. As the slender pale fingertips of the painted bones touched his cheek, he bit it hard, and in an instant, he received a hard slap.

"Your bones are pretty hard." "But soon, I'll make it as soft as water, as soft as water." ”

I have a thousand ways to torture people, and this is the wild words of the painting bones. And as it turned out, he didn't boast about it. The gloom of the silence in his heart made him easily inflict scars deeper than knives and guns on the other party without using force at all.

"This body, this leg, it's really charming." After giving Mo Qingye a slap, the corners of the painting bone's mouth flashed with a provocative smile, one hand grabbed his mandible hard, and the other hand was on his double. Leg. "But, I'm just a little thinner, and I can eat more good to replenish my body when I go back, giggle." ”

When Mo Qingye has received such a thing*, even if he dies, he has never been.

That silky and delicate hand was like a poisonous snake wrapped around his heart at this time, immortal.

"Get out." He said almost suffocating, weak and weak, "Kill, kill me!" ”

"That's what to say, be careful liver, what will I do if you die, giggles." Scratchbone twisted the side of his leg, "Look, there's no meat at all." ”

It is a man in the green building. The prostitute is afraid that he has never suffered such endless humiliation, Mo Qingye is now thin and has only a handful of bones left, and the hand that draws the bones can easily hold his thigh, and with a little force, it can be easily broken. But just touching his legs obviously can't satisfy the greed and distortion of the painted bones, his nature has a charm of red dust, and he has also fallen endlessly, all because of the unwillingness and revenge of his heart, don't you know that even so, who cares. "I'm afraid that few people have ever touched this precious body and bones." He said abruptly, but his hand stopped at the closest place, and his fingertips slid lightly with temptation, "Isn't it, Moqing Night God Monarch." ”

"Who the hell are you?" Mo Qingye's mind was clear, how did he know his past.

"I know you, but you don't recognize me, you're too low, giggle." Painted bone narcissistic smile, "When I was a god, I didn't have you." ”

"No wonder, hehe." Mo Qingye smiled coldly, "Another unwilling person." This despair that pervades the heavens and the earth is probably what you have been thinking about all along. ”

"Shut up! You bastard! The painting bone slammed into his vital point, gritting his teeth. "It tastes extraordinary, if I hadn't taken your body, I would have abolished you a long time ago!" ”

It hurts, Mo Qingye can't imagine that the painting bones will use this kind of change. The means of torturing him, as a man, this despicable act is the most despicable, but the painting bone is a face of enjoyment, and the smile is more and more insolent, as if from his pain get the greatest pleasure in his life.

"How am I supposed to be nice to you, baby, I'm at a loss, giggle." While the painting bone was tortured, he said vigorously, "I can't possess you, I can't bear this delicate body, giggle." ”

"Hehe, it's good you can't." Mo Qingye coldly hooked the corners of his lips, and there was a little bit of madness between his smiles, as if he was dying, "Except for that, Benjun doesn't care about anything." ”

"Yes, yes." The tone of the painting bone was a little gloomy, "It seems that the Ink God Monarch values chastity very much. ”

"Even if I end up like this, I won't be as shameless as you!" Mo Qingye smiled coldly and resignedly, "If you have any means, just use it!" ”

"Looks like you're not so afraid of pain." The painting bone frowned thoughtfully, "How about that?" There was a pause, a touch of slyness, "If not, you let me relax?" ”

"Painting bones, do you still know what shame is!" Mo Qingye said sharply, he thought that as long as he didn't condescend to others, he could bear anything else, but he didn't expect this half-man and half-woman in front of him to say such dissolute words, if it was a person in love, it would be fine, and there was nothing wrong with being in love, but in the face of an irrelevant or even hostile person, he could be so open-mouthed, which would inevitably surprise the listener, and for him, he only felt endlessly disgusting, dirty, "Wishful thinking!" No way. ”

"Giggles, it's pretty tough." "But it's okay, like you said, I have the means, just use it." As he spoke, he slightly clasped his palms, and a watery pink flower bloomed in the palm of his hand, "It's not thick or light." The smug chuckle, but with an indescribable gloom, the flowers withered one after another, and the gouache and translucent petals fell and landed on Mo Qingye's cheeks, "This time, are you still so persistent, baby." ”

It can be a chaotic flower that gradually charms the eyes, and in the deep black despair, there is a touch of frivolity.

It's like a ghostly angel in the dark night beckoning people to go.

The smile and face of the painted bones gradually became hazy and misty in the flying petals, and there was an indescribable bewitchment. This treacherous demon didn't choose the red flowers, because they were too strong, he didn't need Mo Qing to be confused at night, he wanted him to be half sober and half drunk, and he couldn't stop, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

That's the only way it's interesting, more and more proud, and the bewitching cheeks are full of a good smile, "Isn't it the same as getting drunk, be careful of your liver, come on, use your handsomeness and gentleness to let me taste the best feelings in the world, I haven't tasted it for a long time, giggle." ”