Under the control of the black-haired man, the beauty's chest rose and fell sharply, and the fluctuations touched the man's chest from time to time, and the slightly numb touch came.

Her eyes were slightly closed, her smooth and slender eyelids trembled slightly, and the lips in her mouth had not yet closed completely, leaving a small opening, and the tip of her sweet and ruddy tongue revealed a fantastic position.

The man gasped, his sight cleared by the violent movements of the right man, and the beautiful body under him clearly appeared in front of him, the man smiled, he lowered his head with a face full of evil energy, and approached the other person's face.

"I heard you were looking for me. Céhelis smiled, and she said in a teasing tone.

"With a sneak attack?"

The other party blinked quickly, and the bright and watery eyes stared at the man pressed above, she looked at the other party's face, the pure spirit and the evil qi were intertwined into a contradiction, but she couldn't suppress the beating in her heart. She took a deep breath, her chest soaking slightly, and as the man's breath sprayed on her face, she involuntarily increased the frequency again.

"Can't you? You win, I'm yours. ”

"Are you something?" asked Kuroko amusedly.

"I'm not something. The other party put on a pitiful look and replied casually, "My betrothed Serafi Evant has been killed by you, and now there is no spouse." ”

"So what's the matter with me?" Zhuge rolled his eyes, continued to maintain a downward posture, and said, "I'm also a victim after counting, if I wasn't calculated by you, would it be necessary for me to let myself suffer this crime?"

The High Priestess of Drow wrapped her hands around the black-haired man's neck, faintly forced, and she put on an expression of letting the other party pick, trying to force the other party to comply: "Although the process made you a little embarrassed, the result was ......"

Sehiris took the initiative to meet her lips, and the black-haired man finally knew where the wonderful, suggestive scent was coming from. The bechanting appearance of the other side does not belong to Selena, the proprietress of the Sunset Tavern, in a way, it is more than that, the black pearl-like complexion is not as deep as the black man in memory, but it has a jewel-like color, reflecting the light of the torches on the stone wall, reflecting a crystal luster.

It has a special allure.

However, under the bandage, the bewitching face secretly laughed, the man looked directly at the other party's provocative demeanor, gently swayed his head, and then the laughter became louder and louder, and he felt that his tear glands were secretly growing a little stain.

Under the contagion of laughter, the spider statue seemed to turn its gaze curiously to the man below, and the edge of the bed trembled, cooperating with Zhuge 's presumptuous movements.

The original half-naked body of the High Priest of Drow exposed more skin under the previous fierce movements, and when interrupted by Zhuge laughter, she stopped her behavior, looked at the man in front of her in confusion, and asked, "What is so funny?"

Zhuge suddenly clasped the other party's hands and pressed them on top of her head, while tearing the other party's original few clothes hard, exposing the tempting peak to the air.

Then, he gently grabbed the other man's jaw and jerked his face up.

Cersylis closed her eyes, and she waited contentedly for what was to come.

But it was calm, and then she only heard the voice of the black-haired man.

"What you think, it's your business. And I can't get on you, I have to say!"

......

The stars lay lazily on the black curtain of silence, their eyes winked mischievously, and the shimmering light shimmered towards the white and deep world below, as if attracted by the smell of barbecue wafting from time to time, providing a faint illumination of the figures with two hair colors, one black and one blue.

Several severed branches were artificially formed into a scaffold, and the initiator spread a pile of small stones on the snow and piled several large stones on top to form a small solid cave, the inner walls of which had been burned black by the fire.

Beside the blue-haired boy was a pile of pre-prepared branches, which had long since dried up and were stuffed into the small cavern in time, providing new energy for the burning flames.

The boy leaned over, his hands propped up on his cloak, and from time to time he blew into the small cave with his mouth, and with his efforts, the newly added firewood could become a member of the burning family at the first time. Underneath the cloak was the snow that had already been stepped on, and although the cold touch on the ground still passed through the deerskin gloves into his palm, fortunately, the heat provided by the fire in front of him made the blue-haired boy not feel too much discomfort.

"It's been a week since he disappeared. The mysterious girl sat cross-legged on the cloak prepared by the blue-haired boy, with two gloves on her legs, and the style was the same as that of the blue-haired boy, but the girl also sits, she maintained a detached posture, but her eyes looked directly at the meat legs on the simple branches, and the oil stains dripping from time to time on the golden surface splashed on the red branches below, making a "bang" sound.

The oil stains made the burning stronger, and the flames jumped happily, and the fluttering light slapped on the blue-haired boy's face, and he was in a trance.

"Hmm. Kabore hesitated and stopped, knowing who he was referring to—the blue-haired boy thought so intently that the golden yellow that hung from the flames showed a hint of blackness.

"Ah, don't be stunned!" The girl hurriedly pointed out the other party's poor work, she lowered her head and stared at the small black marks that were slightly revealed, as if she was using her eyes to prevent the situation from further expanding, although the grill was close to the ruler, but the girl did not take any other action, "Hurry up, it's going to burn!"

The blue-haired boy swallowed as if he had swallowed a fly, shook his head with a wry smile, and then reached out and shook the position of the improvised stand, turning his leg over. Then, he asked, "Where do you think the Zhuge clan will go?"

The world of magic was not Kabore's specialty, and there were only two people present, and he could only turn his gaze for help to the idle girl beside him - the adjective "lazy and lazy" would not dare to say it.

He looked at the small amount of meat leg on the stand, and if he hadn't stopped Shuang's spell in time, it would be likely that the two of them wouldn't even have eaten dinner - they hadn't eaten for more than a day.

Regarding the belly slander of the blue-haired boy, the girl didn't know, but judging from her expression, the girl didn't think about it from such an angle at all.

After seeing that the meat leg was safe, she calmed down, thought for a while, and said: "There is indeed a large amount of magic energy remnants in that wreckage, but there is no trace of space spells in it at all, in my opinion, it is not like Zhuge cast some space spells in order to get out. ”