Chapter 64: Room 2 with the Demon Cave

At this moment, the beautiful woman in her arms rolled over, muttering something in her small mouth.

The faint aroma rushed into her nose, Wu Xian couldn't care about tracking down what was going on, and the next moment, the big hand had gently unbuttoned her thin spring shirt butterfly button...... The faint body fragrance is coming to the nose.

He was suddenly so excited that he couldn't help himself, remembering that he had not yet completed the man-snake intercourse—only one step away, and he had fallen short.

If he hadn't been hit to the death by the little prince, he might have gone to heaven and earth, and even the Immortal Emperor would no longer be in his eyes.

For hundreds of thousands of years, of course, he didn't have a good impression of the little prince, but at this time, the reappearance of the beautiful part with Ji Wuxue simply triggered a longing that had been hidden in his heart for a long time......

His forehead was against hers, and he said in a dumb voice: "Wuxue, I'm here, you have to remember, it's me...... It's Wu Xian...... Remember?"

The next moment, a pair of soft little hands were already around his neck, completely active, gentle, and instinctive acceptance......

What an intoxicating moment it was. He laughed silently.

At that time, Natsuhime was in a deep dream. It was a spring dream, the bride's spring dream, the endless sea of flowers, the spring breeze, the red wedding dress, charming and romantic. It was the person in the deep boudoir dream who appeared countless times, the little prince with emerald green eyelashes, the prince of Chen Guo who came on horseback with a long sword on his back, and the man who drove Ziman away and dispersed all kinds of slanders imposed on her...... It's her husband, her beloved......

She embraced him, with a girlish purity, a budding heart.

Looking forward to this moment is like waiting for thousands of years.

She even responded to him warmly, with a strangely warm, innocent invitation...... In her dreams, she regarded him as the person she had always longed for, like a drunk, luscious, longing after a full drink...... The nature that sleeps in every living thing is awakened......

The Dark Lord, flattered by such enthusiastic pandering.

For this reason, he has been suppressed for a long time, and all the male hormones and hormones in his body are like an infinitely powerful empty burst, completely exploding in the gorgeous night......

Waiting for 10,000 years, the tide of love is surging, like a flower blooming, and he can't wait to harvest his ripe fruits.

Because of her red and lovely face under the moonlight, he suddenly thought of the red lantern he saw along the way, the big red word, and with a wave of his hand, he hung a layer of red wide rose silk tent beside him......

The green jade is the bed, and the sky is the quilt...... The red silk tent became a large newlywed cave house.

He had never married a bride, and he had such a thought when he first saw Ji Wuxue, but she would rather fall into the black hole of time than give him a chance, and this time, she finally got her wish.

The next moment, his impatience turned into a kind of roughness, and kissed her fiercely, fiercely...... Tossing and turning, she couldn't breathe continuously.

She was stimulated by this kiss and had a faint rash all over her body, and the appearance of the snow skin was even more recognizable, and the tentacles were more than the feeling of the grass lake in her memory.

He suddenly understood why he had no interest in those wolf girls, snake girls, and witches during such long lonely years, no matter what means they used, even if he was acting on the spot, he was depressed...... Because, they don't have this taste!