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Re-examining the entire space of this room, the integrated rooms, decorated like a jungle home, the impulse to return to nature and primitive wildness make him feel like he is in a large forest.

glanced at Pan, who was still lying on the sofa in a coma, Yang Mian just wanted to do something and couldn't get interested, and he was not a gentleman who watched a lot of high-level action movies in the world. It's just that he thinks that the unconscious woman will make him more shameless, and in addition to that, there is an inexplicable sense of guilt.

A strange thought shamelessly appeared in his mind between giggles, "This female monster is not small, how the hell did it come about-hee-hee, he is still quite curious about the process of doing that between demons and monsters!"

Demons and monsters are not like their white souls, most of them are physical guys, and like humans, they all have to reproduce, if this is true, this monster is much cooler than they are white souls.

The underworld is abstinent, I'm afraid it's just a provision of the law, but the biggest headache for him is his poured Dharma body, reaching out to his crotch, even if there is that thing, there is no response, damn!

Swept N back and forth under his crotch with his hand, the cold was on his head, damn him, he really became a eunuch! His brother didn't give him any face! This Dharma body is just a high-imitation body.

"Do you want my help?" the ambiguous words sounded close to his ears, and the yang marrow stood up, his hairs stood up, and he staggered forward and almost fell.

The footsteps behind him approached him little by little, and he took a few steps forward as if fleeing for his life and shouted, "No, no. ”

This extremely embarrassing situation made him speechless, and he didn't expect that Pan would wake up just when he was thinking about it, and it was just right to see his absurdity.

"What's the matter, are you shy?" I don't know when Pan was already stuck behind Yang Sui, so frightened that Yang Sui didn't dare to move, just trying his best to avoid the other party's probing gaze.

The long arm suddenly stretched out from behind him, first on the shoulder of the penalty, and the electric touch reverberated all over the body. Then the arm slowly held him firmly in his arms, and the height difference made the yang marrow become miniature in front of this huge demon girl.

Almost in a posture of looking up, he clearly watched Pan slowly bend down, his face getting closer and closer, the thirst in his soul became more and more intense, and he stood on tiptoe to reach Pan's face.

The moment the lips met, the courage of the yang marrow finally exploded, and he just wanted to tear open his body with the monstrous waves that hit him like a tsunami, and the sting pain of the hot burning was going deeper and deeper, overdrawing his soul.

The soul was shouting to get out of the way, but he couldn't survive the banshee's scorching and erosive kiss, his limbs trembling in trembling, the scorching heat enveloping his body, and the real feeling of melting swept through every corner of his consciousness clearly.

Pan seemed to devour him, his slender and powerful arms imprisoned his law body so that he couldn't move, and for the first time, Yang Pi found out that he was not the opponent of this female monster, and suddenly a proverb said, 'Since you can't escape, it's better not to resist, there is a lowly way to live, at least life is still there.' ’

Opened his mouth in obedience, and the yang marrow relaxed his body, and this mutation made Pan's squinting eyes inexplicably reveal a trace of fierce light.

His limbs finally shook when he couldn't bear it, and the pis was startled, and the horror in his eyes came out as clearly as Pan's tongue reached into his throat.

The feeling of nausea and vomiting made him struggle unbearably. He could clearly see the terrifying smile on Pan's face, the long, slim tongue exploring and sweeping deep into his body.

Yang felt that his self-consciousness had gradually passed, he was like an animal waiting to be slaughtered, and he had no power to resist, and finally at the moment when his soul seemed to be dying, Pan finally relented.

With one hand, he pulled the hair on the back of his penis and forced him to raise his head in a twisted posture, and his neck seemed to be broken.

With his mouth open, his courage could not be used under the high pressure of confinement, and the yang marrow suddenly felt an incomparable panic.

"Do you remember the 'oil' I fed you?" Pan asked, almost cruelly against the neck of the penalty, and at the end of the day, he rubbed the face of the penis and continued to laugh, "Is it delicious?"

His eyes widened and his consciousness returned, and he finally remembered that he had drunk the tempting liquid in such a position in the arena, and he thought it was delicious at the time, but unfortunately regretted it later.

"You, you're going to-me?" Yang felt that his neck was about to be broken, and his throat gurgled and he could only use his strength to push the air flow to make a sound.

"Hehe, you're really not ordinary stupid!" Pan chuckled and lowered his upper body again in the next second, the disgusting feeling of his throat being swept has not disappeared, does Pan want to act again.

"Hey, you-" As soon as the words fell, Pan shifted his lips to the abrupt rolling Adam's apple of the penis, opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Ahh

It hurts, I don't want to live, it turns out that death is not liberation, I have always been wrong. His eyes bulged and he stared upwards in distraction, hoping that the torture would end soon, but he never thought that this was just the beginning.

Pan didn't want to lose his soul, so he deliberately tortured him to maintain his self-awareness, and his sharp teeth pulled the Adam's apple up and pulled it out of his body, as if he wanted to pull something out.

In the blink of an eye, as if a year had passed, the yang marrow could no longer scream, and he was like a deflated ball, allowing Pan to wreak havoc on his body.

"Your Dharma Body is really solid!" Pan Wu said to himself, letting go of his mouth, and when his arms were extended, the body of the yang marrow was thrown to the ground fiercely, like a dead corpse, just empty consciousness.

Looking at the miserable appearance of the Yang Pi lying on the ground, a wicked smile appeared on Pan Meimei's face, and she thought to herself, "Are you so reluctant to abandon your Dharma Body? I want to see if it can withstand the impact of my Yuan Shen!"

Yang Pi was instantly frightened by Pan's words, it turned out that this female monster was going to tear his soul out of the Dharma body he had poured, and if that was the case, he would inevitably end up in ashes.

"Stop, stop, why are you doing this?" he yelled with all his might, his voice changing in fear at a moment of fear.

"Why?" Pan couldn't help but be dumbfounded, bent down his tall body, lay beside the yang marrow, supported his head with one hand, and stroked the face of the yang marrow with the other hand, and said word by word, "My dear, isn't this your own wish?

Uh? Yang Pi really didn't understand this, but before Yang Pi could think clearly, Pan took the lead.

A red hand slowly stretched out to the eyes of the yang pith, and the suction cups of the fingertips had reached the eyeballs of the yang pith.

"Poof", accompanied by a high-pitched scream, the red fingers poked straight into the eyes of the penalty, and the milky white liquid **** came out, spraying and splashing.

"Ahhhh

Pan seemed to enjoy the cry of the yang marrow, which seemed to her to be incomparably beautiful music, like the horror of the human soul, wonderful and magical.

White liquid splashed all over her hands, and there was still a steady stream of liquid flowing out of the phallic eye sockets, converging into a milky white river, clattering and falling until it ran out.

"Alright, let's get started!" Pan said in the ear of the Yang Pi, holding the Yang Piano's eye socket with one hand and lifting him up.

Like a piece of tattered clothing being carried in mid-air and constantly throwing it down, the yang marrow was already unable to speak in pain, the Dharma Body seemed to be out of his control, the consciousness was separating from the Dharma Body, but the soul was reluctant to let go of the entanglement of the Dharma Body and struggled violently.

"Boom-" A loud bang exploded in the body, and the yang marrow watched in disbelief as his soul was torn out of the dharma body, and the dharma body that looked like a wild horse latex-like dharma body liquefied in an instant, turning into a lump of white melted resin and slamming into the ground, and the humanoid dharma body became a puddle of paste.

Looking at the disgusting and steaming gelatinous gelatinous substance on the ground, Pan involuntarily covered his nose and said in disgust, "This thing in the underworld is really smelly and disgusting." ”

Yang Pi was carried in mid-air by Pan, looking at the things on the ground and looking dumbfounded, it took a long time to regain his consciousness, "This-this is my Dharma Body?"

"Yes!" Pan smiled, carrying the soul of the yang marrow to his eyes, and the soul of the yang marrow was more like a translucent dress swaying lightly.

Pan's beautiful face was now full of demonic evil in the eyes of the yang marrow, and the slender eyes were more like a cunning fox calculating which veins of the prey should be bitten next.

"Do you know you're scared?" Pan asked softly.

Yang Pi can't nod and can only blink his eyes with intention to flatten, this is probably the only thing he can do, he is by no means the opponent of this female monster, a moment of ghost obsession with this monster's way, Yang Pi is remorseful but helpless, no wonder Wright often says that men are fragile in front of color words, this is true!

Pan quickly stretched out his finger and pierced a hole in the soul of the yang marrow, and before the yang marrow could react, his lips pressed against the hole and blew lightly, and the warm gas rushed in an instant and intersected with the consciousness of the yang marrow, and the light and consciousness were so warm together.

The shriveled soul swelled up little by little, this feeling of déjà vu, just like when he first arrived in the underworld, he was carried on Falo's shoulders like paper, but the swelling at this time was something he could clearly feel. The red light was drawn into slender veins, and little by little it filled his soul, and he was wrapped in warmth, and he clearly felt that his consciousness was also enjoying it.

Pan stood with his arms crossed, watching all this happen, and it seemed that the plan was going smoothly.

When the soul of the yang marrow is finally filled, looking at his translucent soul is more like the state of a transparent person, and it feels like a real entity.

"What the hell is going on? I can feel it!" Yang Pi looked at his whole body from top to bottom in shock, completely forgetting that he was undressed, because he was still in a whirlpool of shock.

Pan looked satisfied, his fingers picking up his long hair, and slowly walked towards the penis.

The penis stretched out at every joint of his limbs and fingers, and he was surprised to find that he felt like a living person. But the moment he put his hand to his heart, disappointment was inevitably written on his face again, where it was as calm as water without any sign of beating, and he still had no heart.

When he looked up, Pan was close in front of him, his tall body blocked the light from the window that was shining through the room, his whole body was shrouded in shadows, and when he looked up, he saw a faint sad look on Pan's face, but it only stayed for a second.

"Your soul is free, your desires are liberated, open your arms and embrace me to your heart's content!I will take you to the Pure Land of Bliss!" Pan's expression was as calm as water, but his tone was unquestionable, the eyelashes of his breathtaking eyes were trembling slightly, love and pity made the yang marrow overwhelmed, and the soul body could also feel the pleasure of people, this was a big joke.

Yang Pi lowered his head and no longer looked at Pan's face, just wanted to take a step back but Pan grabbed his hands, leading him to put it on his chest with peace of mind, the soft touch made Yang Pi stared at his eyes incredibly, the touch that the Dharma Body could not feel, at this moment, such a clear touch, was in a trance.

What followed was both smooth and dreamlike, and the self-consciousness of the yang marrow was already fluttering, and he looked up at the strange luster of the stained gemstone glass on the ceiling, flashing through all his hesitation.

The abundant soul shuttled freely in the cloud top vortex with Pan's guidance, the soul was so easy, and the thoughts and consciousness that escaped the cage of the Dharma body were also free, and the eyes of the yang marrow were always staring unblinking, he wanted to see why his soul was so sinking.

Pan's hand also seemed to be real, every touch on his soul was real selflessness, the oppression of the big breasts and fat buttocks made him want to laugh, in the manic clamor in the depths of his soul, his soul could be infinitely stretched or infinitely compressed, and the ridiculous question he had been thinking about before seemed to have an answer.

The blending of souls is formless and phaseless, it is the collision of desire and soul power, and pleasure arises spontaneously.

The whole room is intertwined with light and shadow, suddenly like the steam produced by the geothermal heat, and then like the quiet flow of a babbling stream, the soul of the yang marrow finally loses its human form, but the consciousness remembers every sensory rush.

After a long time, I don't know how long it was, the impact of the mountain and the tsunami came to an abrupt end, and the room returned to calm, the silence was terrible, there was no wheezing and no howling, in the faint loss, time seemed to stand still, but the moaning of the soul did not stop.

"Get out!"

When the marrow was thrown out of the room, he finally laughed unscrupulously and sat down outside Pan's door, and the marrow didn't even have time to think about how he was mercilessly thrown out by Pan.

"Hehe, women are really ruthless!" Yang Pi gently slammed the door with his only formed head, "Hey, Pan, you are really cold! ha-"

The laughter of the yang marrow echoed in the corridor outside the room, more like the melancholy of loss.

The vines behind him slowly rolled up again, intertwined with rules, and covered the gate little by little, as if there had never been a gate here, and disappeared without a trace.

The soul of the penis was no longer formed, he could not even stand up, and just as he was about to move, the crooked and unformed soul fell to the ground like a broken box, and he yelled viciously, "Hey, hey, hahaha—this is really a new world! Miss Dionys. ”