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Nangong Ling is extremely angry, obviously Inoue Chun didn't make it clear, and he still wants to laugh at her for liking being tossed like that!

She can't wait to get up and scratch Haru Inoue's face!

It's a pity she didn't dare.

only dared to cry in a low voice, crying and scolding: "Do you think men and women are the same? You can stand it for one night, do you think I can stand it? Every time, I get back pain, my whole body seems to fall apart, and I can't get out of bed for two days and want to die!

Haru Inoue, you're a bastard! I knew that this would happen, but I deliberately didn't make it clear and let me be tortured! You yourself like this kind of toss, and you think people like it too! You can just do it yourself......"

Before Nangong Ling's words were finished, Inoue Chun heard that something was wrong.

He suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed Nangong Ling's throat, and whispered fiercely: "What did you just say?" Who's happy about that? ”

Nangong Ling's throat was suddenly choked, her breathing was suddenly blocked, and her face was suffocated.

She stared at the frightened beautiful eyes and looked at Inoue Haru pitifully, showing an expression begging for mercy.

Inoue Haru relaxed his fingers slightly, and continued to whisper fiercely: "Say, when did you know that I was like this?" ”

Nangong Ling trembled and said intermittently: "No...... It didn't take long...... Half a year ago...... I found out ......"

Sure enough, it was still known!

Inoue Haru couldn't help but increase the strength on his fingers, the person who knows his secret must die!

Nangong Ling looked at him desperately, her beautiful eyes were in tears, and a hoarse babbling sound came out of her throat, she felt that she was about to die, at the hands of this big pervert.

Inoue Haru's fingers were a little harder, and he was fighting between heaven and man in his heart.

He didn't know if it was better to kill Nangong Ling or leave her behind.

Nangong Ling's brain was severely deprived of oxygen, and her consciousness became more and more blurred.

She finally stopped struggling, closed her eyes, and thought to herself that it would be better to die like this.

Anyway, she lives so lowly and has to be tortured like that every month, it's really ......

As soon as Nangong Ling closed his eyes, Inoue Chun's heart jumped, and he slowly let go of the hand that was holding Nangong Ling's throat.

Still, leave her alive!

Haru Inoue, who made the final decision, was not relaxed, and his face was extremely dark.

The evil skills of collecting yin to supplement yang and collecting yang to supplement yin are a secret book that he inadvertently obtained.

He got carried away after being untaught, and desperately sucked.

In order to quickly increase his skills, he specially selected those who were not weak in internal strength, or teased or drugged, and sucked their skills to the point that there was nothing left.

He thought he had made a great sacrifice, and as he became more and more skilled, he discovered a fatal problem.

That is, every full moon night, his whole body is hot, more powerful than eating the most powerful spring medicine, and he must find a woman to solve it.

Otherwise, it will feel like your whole body will burst open.

Moreover, this symptom will last all night, and you will have to work with the woman all night until dawn.

Nangong Ling said that she had back pain and fell apart all over her body, and she couldn't get out of bed for two days.

How did she think he could be better?

Women just can't stand it physically, and men really hurt their kidneys!

He carefully examined the secret book, and went through the solution word by word.

It turns out that this symptom is vaguely mentioned in the secret book.

It is also mentioned that if you want this symptom to disappear, you have to practice the Yang Gong or inhale the power of the person who has the Yang Gong to neutralize the evil Gong in the body.

He knew that the Cangyue royal family had a copy of the Burning Sun Sutra that no one dared to practice, and he had already stolen a copy.

It's a pity that he was afraid of death and didn't dare to practice.