"Roar!"

Calling for lewd tenderness, the answer was a low howl that was suppressed to the extreme. After a moment of fierce battle, Thirteen Lang, who tore the two of them into pieces, threw himself into the clouds, and the dense beads of sweat on his face did not have time to flow, like a wolf that had been hungry and thirsty for thousands of years.

Staring at the scarlet eyes, Thirteen Lang was panting, one foot raised as if stepping on a steel needle, and his hands and body trembled. Three feet away, the most beautiful haode ketone body in the world is within reach.

Blue Bottle looked at him in surprise, hesitated for a moment, withdrew a hand and hugged it to his chest, covering the two points of red that had turned purple with excitement, and slowly reached out with one hand, gently touching Thirteen Lang's face.

"So, what are you waiting for?"

"You just said"

Thirteen Lang stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, his face was sweating like rain, but his heart was as hungry and thirsty as the earth that had been baked without rain for hundreds of millions of years, and a flame in his chest was completely ignited, rushing to his limbs and bones with flesh and blood, and rushing into his soul.

Lan Bei'er's words were not wrong, and they were even a little light, and at this moment, Thirteen Lang was not in a good state, it was extremely bad. Since the battle with the ancestor of the Lin family a few years ago, he has not closed his eyes and really slept once, and the only time he relaxed was when he first entered Kunlun, and the result was almost a catastrophe. Since that time, Shisanlang has not relaxed for a moment, breaking the ban and guarding against unknown risks, and the effort and effort spent are unlimited.

The monks are as powerful as one can imagine, outrageously strong physically, mentally, and restoratively, and they usually have the ability to meditate instead of sleep, and they always look so radiant. But that doesn't mean they don't need to rest or meditate, but to sleep like ordinary people in order to truly relax.

Shisanlang is still a human being, he needs to rest, he needs to take time out to sleep, and he has been able to endure several years of his injuries without recovering from his injuries, and he has endured more pressure than when he dug a 2,000-mile tunnel towards Jinshan. Almost collapsed.

After that, Shisanlang was summoned to the top of the mountain by Nezu to speak, and then suffered some dangerous suffering, and in less than half an hour of conversation, he was already exhausted and fought another battle, and it was the most difficult battle.

Originally, with the situation and strength of Thirteen Lang, Nezu only had the share of being slaughtered in front of him. It's kind of worry-free. But fate played a joke with him, since there were enough chips to make the other party's heart move, of course Shisanlang was not willing to be restrained. Every sentence, every word, every question, every severity, all of them should be thought out with great effort, and they should be said in a timely manner.

The body is tired, the spirit is exhausted, and the mind is too drained. The restlessness in his body unconsciously gained the upper hand in the battle with reason, just as the blue bottle said at this moment, the fire of the true spirit was baking his soul and body all the time, and the power of the extreme yang had nowhere to vent, and the explosion became a desperate embankment.

In this case, he was sent here by Nizu in the most brutal way, and he couldn't tell whether it was teleportation or teleportation, and Jusan Lang felt that his body was wandering back and forth between the division and merger, and it was almost difficult to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest. Wait for it to open its eyes. Settle down, the Blue Bottle offensive has been launched. The seven stars are aligned, the three incense are burned, the power of the extreme yang meets the body of Xuanyin, and the sea of desire is completely opened.

In the chaotic sea, the third, sixth, and eighth sons each relied on a stick of incense in the furnace to control the entire team of overhauls. Thirteen Lang three times, which time will burn the incense to light up, the bear is more than ten times! At this time, he was urged by the blue bottle with a secret method, and his words could not be resisted by anyone in the world, which sounded arrogant, but it was actually an objective evaluation.

Thirteen Lang insisted on fighting Miaomiao, and Nezu didn't know if he was really angered by his ridicule or because of something else, so he didn't give him any chance to adjust his cultivation and went directly to the battlefield, and made the same objective judgment.

and thou shalt not live.

"You just said"

opened his mouth twice, Shisanlang couldn't continue halfway through his two words, his mind was disconnected like a bridge, his eyes were occupied by lust most of the time, and occasionally he was awake and hurriedly asked, and was instantly overwhelmed by madness.

His feet sank slowly, and he stopped and stopped, and each time he caused the corners of his lips to twitch, as if he were stepping on a sea of fire. I don't know when it started, the clothes on Thirteen Lang's body spontaneously combusted without fire, and it couldn't hurt his body, revealing a naked, tough, and not very thick body.

It was a perfect male body, with muscles that clearly contained infinite energy, and the lines were smooth as if they were drawn by flowing water, and the proportions could not be tampered with in the slightest. The hot air of the squirt was released from every pore, washing in the surrounding pink clouds, swimming like a dragon of the nine heavens.

A pleasant feeling came from the air, and Thirteen Lang's voice seemed to moan.

"You just said that the chosen ones need to fight?"

Finally asked what he wanted to ask, as if he was struggling before death, Shisanro suddenly relaxed, and he also became desperate, followed by a collapse of will, and his eyes were completely confused.

It can't be said that he didn't prepare enough, when answering Nezu's question, Thirteen Lang deduced countless times in his heart, and couldn't find any reason to escape this battle. Now he is too strong, not to mention the deity, just with the avatar clone, the little one, and the tens of thousands of disgusting spirit ants, he can't think of any possibility that he will fail.

It can't be said that he is not sober enough, Thirteen Lang did not release any of the attack methods that he had calculated before, because he knew that since he couldn't help those Xuanguang, such as the doppelganger flying ant big gray and so on, it was impossible to resist. As for Xiao Bu, he would rather die with his daughter or even kill her with his own hands, rather than allow her to be contaminated by those scarlet clouds.

Miscalculation is the end of the door, as early as the conclusion of the life and death contract, Thirteen Lang knew what the result was

"Seven feelings, this is the fragrance of people, and it is difficult for you to endure so hard for you. ”

Blue Bottle's gaze gradually blurred, and her mouth kept muttering. She didn't know what Thirteen Lang wanted to ask, and she didn't care.

"The chosen one is indeed to fight, Nezu originally wanted to choose me, I didn't want to before, but now I do, I don't know why Nezu suddenly changed his mind and asked me to compete with another woman. ”

Whether it is a good person, a bad person, or a boring person, when it comes to victory, they are usually willing to fulfill some small wishes of the dying person, and the blue bottle is no exception. Softness rushed into the heat, softness greeted strength, the blue bottle was attached to Thirteen Lang's ear, exhaling like an orchid, and his breath slowly began to writhe.

"Competing for the chosen one is like between you and me, defeat is death, and I am immortal, so"

"You, why don't you die?" Thirteen Lang's hands unconsciously clasped together, hugging the two full moon-like smooth and plump, feeling 10,000 times stronger comfort and pleasure than before.

"Because I'm not just smart, I'm still"

The three pupils alternately changed, the blue bottle's body spasmed, the head tilted back with all its might, the wonderful body swayed back and forth, and the words were more and more difficult to pronounce for a while.

"Who are you?" Thirteen Lang was not much better than her, and his mouth was still asking.

"I'm the imperial concubine, I'm the ancient emperor's immortal concubine, I"

"Why can't I see you, and I can't feel it?"

"Because I'm not human, I'm coming into me, into my body, and I'm going to make you feel my presence, I'll be ah!"

A high-pitched scream echoed throughout the Kunlun Palace, echoing in the ears of all the living people, and refused to calm down for a long time

The chapter name is a spoof.,Nine-one-one.。

The next chapter, Volume 7 - The Chaos of the Late Exhibition, is the beginning, so stay tuned

(To be continued......)