The red-haired zombie sees her stroking. touched his little white rabbit and patted her hand away dissatisfied, this is his, and he is not allowed to move his hands and feet.

He hurried to pet the red bean, and at the same time protected the little white rabbit that he had just sucked with one hand.

I don't want you to touch it, it's his, only he can touch it.

Cangge was uncontrollable by him, and the emptiness and wetness somewhere under her body made her want to get close to him and cater to him, just want to be covered and possessed by him.

She twisted her body to touch him, and rode on him and shook it violently, and shook and swayed, still feeling sad, and the desire in her heart grew louder and louder, and she screamed a little crazy.

She grabbed the red-haired zombie's claws and pressed them hard into the empty space beneath her.

The red-haired zombie is a little dissatisfied, not yet.. Pet.. Love these two little white rabbits!

Cangge didn't care about it, he was surprisingly strong, and he put his claws under him in a daze, his hands were cold, cold, like ice cubes, and they were strangely comfortable in her wet entrance.

The red-haired zombie's hand touched a piece of softness. Soft and moist place, he was a little shocked at the moment, this piece of flesh was bleeding?

He turned over and pressed Cangge. Under him, he shrank down, where did this piece of flesh bleed?

But seeing Cangge's body...... Pair. Between the legs...... It was white and ruddy, and a crystal liquid was bubbling up.

It wasn't blood, it was tears.

How did the tears of the flesh come out from below?

The red-haired zombie curiously stretched out his hand and stroked it, good, don't cry, it won't be fragrant if you cry.

The place where the tears flowed was a strange fragrance, as if a vigorous vitality was born from there.

The red fur leaned in and sniffed it, and licked it curiously......

Cangge's body trembled violently, and the intense pleasure instantly spread throughout his body from under him, and the happiness was indescribable.

The taste was not bad, and the red hair licked all those tears away, but the tears kept flowing, and his eyes looked at the place where the tears flowed, where the red ones were like peach blossoms.

The lips of the red-haired zombie are cold, and that cold feeling is with her fire. The hot body was completely different, and it made her uncontrollable demand for more.

He stopped suddenly, Cangge moved impatiently, and her voice was hoarse, she said, "Go on, I still want to, hmm~~"

Before she could say a word, the place under her was suddenly stuffed with a ** thing, and the feeling of being full and cold made her scream comfortably.

Cangge raised his head and looked down, and his eyes were about to fall off.

But see that red-haired zombie is taking his ...... What's that?

Long in double. A ...... between the legs It's so scary, it's encroaching on her little by little.

There was some curiosity in her heart, but that curiosity was covered by more pleasure, and she devoted herself to this endless Wushan cloud for a while. In the rain.

The red-haired zombie just felt that he was double. Something between his legs stiffened, ** uncomfortable, and a little hot, he unhappily stripped off his robe, but saw double. There was another leg between the legs, and he stood there stunned, like a mallet.

He had been a drought fish for too long, and he had been abstinent for too long, he was stunned for a while, and suddenly a lot of incense appeared in his mind. Glamorous picture, in the picture...... This mallet ......

He tentatively stepped forward to enter her, and when his little dartle entered her, a strange sensation suddenly arose in his body.

He is immortal, has no feelings, no seven emotions and six desires, like a peerless artifact, invincible but simple.

At this time, his body suddenly had a feeling, his excitement, excitement went straight in, the more inside, the tighter, the deeper the feeling, suddenly, his progress was blocked, and something blocked him.

At the same time, Cangge's body was also in a violent pain, she grabbed the red hair's arm tightly, and her eyes were fierce: "What did you do to me?" ”

The red fur didn't speak, but suddenly leaned down, covering her, and kissed her mouth fiercely. Bar.

Shhhh......h

Meat, can't speak.

His kiss was fierce and disorderly, and he kissed indiscriminately, but more crystals flowed out from under her kiss, and along the crystal wetness, the red hair violently penetrated her.

The tearing pain came from under him, Cangge gasped hard, and his body contracted at the same time, and the tight pleasure almost didn't make the red hair feel dead.

That intense, deep, clear, true feeling! It was until his fangs were exposed, his nails were swollen, and his stiffness was exposed.

The man who was still like a fairy suddenly turned into a corpse that looked like a withered and shrunken corpse, and the tongue of this corpse. The head is still on her tongue. There was a mess in her head, Cangge felt a nausea and panic in her heart, and she stretched out her hand to push her back.

It's just that her refusal is more like pandering, not only soft, but also pressing him down.

Cangge's eyes shrank, but soon, the panic was drowned out by endless desire == hope, and she completely fell into the **** of the storm == under this dark cloud.

The red hair kept running through her, enriching her, he didn't have any skill to speak of, only the brutal strength, pain and pleasure.

……

In the night, a sneaky man suddenly pushed open the door of the cold palace, the cold palace was overgrown with weeds, the cold wind was howling, it looked terrifying, the man looked delicate, he swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth, and walked into the cold palace, but as soon as he walked into the cold palace, he heard a sharp cry from the depths of the cold palace, which was accompanied by the sound of wind and rain, like a ghost howling.

The man's feet shrank back as he stepped in.

He stood at the door of the cold palace and lingered for a while, not hearing the ghost scream again, he took a deep breath, and then took steps and walked towards the cold palace.

This time it went smoothly, there was no ghost scream, only the sound of the wind beating the weeds.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, but he saw a ...... in the thick weeds

A clump of fiery red hair snaked until the weeds stretched out, and the hair was particularly conspicuous and eerie in the withered weeds and the deep night.

How could there be such long blood-like hair in the cold palace?

In an instant, many legends about the cold palace came to mind.

It is said that generations of infatuated resentful women died in the cold palace, and those resentful women died in the cold palace, with nowhere to go, and slowly turned into powerful ghosts.

In the middle of the night, there is always a woman in a bloody dress floating in the cold palace, round and round, singing a mournful song.

It is said that more women died here than on the battlefield, and the anger was even heavier......

Reputedly......

The man shrank back suddenly, and his heart was born to retreat, and when he was still hesitating, there was a heart-rending scream from the depths of the cold palace, which seemed to lock the man in layers of panic, and the man ran with his feet raised without looking back.