Chapter 42 Spring is beautiful

The roaring wind and snow stirred outside the window, and the sharp wind whistled and descended towards the steaming house, and the huge white mist that evaporated, like thousands of ghosts, enveloped the whole house and swept the whole land. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The smell of the steaming stove scorched the small hut, and the cold of winter disappeared to fill the heat of summer.

"Little man, how about it, it's still in my hands!" Feiyan was wearing a snow-white gauze skirt, her bare thighs exuding a warm and charming atmosphere, and her slender and beautiful fingers caressed Zhao Haochen's handsome ruddy face.

The raging chill between the bones was also dispelled by the scorching heat, and the scorching cold was completely isolated in another world, and the burning itch felt creeping up on his heart, and he knew that the scorching heat here was slowly repairing his frostbitten body.

The soft and gentle and delicate feeling rippled in Zhao Haochen's heart, like a stone thrown into a pond, and the ripples in circles continued to impact. Feiyan's hand slowly slid down his strong chest, walked across the dantian, and slid all the way down......

Zhao Haochen looked stunned, the hot breath on his face wrapped him tightly, the hot admiration and male domineering are self-evident, and it is difficult to hide it anymore, like a long-accumulated tide, setting off layers of turbulent waves, the hot body is tight, the lower body is throbbing involuntarily, the tent in the crotch is tight, there is no doubt that if it is tighter pants, then the end will be sad.

The scorching lust is devouring his reason little by little, the sharp eyes are surging with a gentle breath, the breathing has become a little heavy, the slightly curled lips are approaching the beautiful face in front of him little by little, the feminine breath strongly stimulates his nerves, he is completely sunk, his consciousness is controlled by desire, he wants to conquer the woman in front of him.

The smile on the corner of Feiyan's mouth that teased Zhao Haochen became sweeter and sweeter, and it felt like she was playing with her own puppet, which was full of fun. The soul of the sword in his head is gloomy, like a dense dark cloud, but the tyrannical aura of the sky can't resist the most primitive desires of human beings, not to mention that he is still a junior brother in the twenty-first century.

Feiyan looked at Zhao Haochen, whose pupils were gradually blurring and was controlled by desire, smiling, straightening up, while continuing to rub Zhao Haochen's delicate face with his hands, while laughing, looking at his embarrassed look, wanting but not being able to, standing aside gloatingly, her beautiful eyebrows rose slightly, and the gentle aroma was set off by the scorching breath, which filled the room with a charming spring-like atmosphere.

Spring is the time to come into heat.

Zhao Haochen's handsome face in the past exuded a ** smile, and the evil aura of skimming burst out, and the ** that was difficult to hide was no longer controllable, like a beast in heat, pounced on the smiling Feiyan.

Feiyan, who was in the mood to watch the play, hurriedly flew back, but she was still pressed under Zhao Haochen fiercely, unable to move, her delicate red lips were blocked by a big mouth, and she could only make a whining trill in her throat, and the scorching heat on her face hit her head, making him gradually lose a little.

The two of them sank, completely sunk in the river of **, unable to extricate themselves.

However, at this moment, a surge of resentment that had been suppressed in his mind burst out, controlling this body that was permeated by desire, and the burning breath in his lower abdomen continued to rise, stirring up the hormones diffused in his body, which made him sink a little.

Hurriedly glanced around, his burning eyes had begun to be a little hazy, but finally fixed on the burning huge stove, the palm of his hand was on his waist, but he was tightly grasped by a delicate and soft palm, he broke free, but he couldn't move, and the breath of spring estrus rushed into his nose, like a hard-working bee seeing the brilliant flowers blooming, scrambling.

The surviving trace of reason struggled in the breath of spring, like a drowning child, struggling to survive, more like a lonely boat on the dark sea, which would be subverted at some point, in the silent darkness, reason was slowly eroded by desire, and there was only a trace of persistence, controlling him to draw the long sword at his waist.

I don't know where the strength came from, I suddenly exerted my strength, broke free of Feiyan's clenched hand, the long sword on my waist was like an angry dragon, the sound of the sword roar, like a dragon going out to sea, the dragon roared to the sky, accompanied by a loud bang, the huge copper furnace that was burning at its peak and releasing a scorching flame fell to the ground, and flew out of the dust.

Outside the window, the blizzard carried a cold current that was enough to freeze the world, and broke in unscrupulously, the scorching temperature dropped suddenly, and the tyrannical cold swept everywhere, filling the entire house, and the icy cold current made the two people who were lost in the scorching desire, their minds constricted, and their hazy consciousness became clear.

Zhao Haochen shuddered suddenly, hurriedly tidied up his clothes, put on the white shabby Qiu Chang thrown on the ground, his handsome face was shrouded in coldness, and became a little pale, accompanied by the smell of blood diffusing in his throat, the hot red blood turned into ice at the moment he blurted out, and fell to the ground with a click.

The sober Feiyan hurriedly flew back, holding the ** lotus in his hand, pointing at Zhao Haochen obliquely, his indifferent face was mixed with an angry look, feeling the chill of the cold wind, and the tyrannical anger was stirring endlessly, as if to melt the ice and snow around it.

Although his face was pale and weak, he wanted to find a support point and lie down comfortably, but his face was with a playful smile, and a snake-like tongue slid up and down, reminiscing about the beautiful beauty just now, looking up and down at the bewitching Feiyan, and grinning evilly.

Feiyan stood in the cold room, her face was distorted and terrifying because of the tyrannical killing intent, her eyes were burning with churning anger, ** lotus flowers flashed faintly cold in the cold air, and under the cold killing intent, she rushed straight towards Zhao Haochen's head, Zhao Haochen's expression tightened, and then he was leisurely, not worried at all, slowly spoke, and shouted with a playful smile: "Do you really dare to kill me?"

The mind that was swept by the killing intent suddenly froze, the raging chill vibrated in her mind, and the flame-filled heart suddenly tightened, "Yes, he can't die, he can't die, the Holy Envoy is ......" A flash of fear flashed in her angry eyes. stepped forward a few steps and grabbed the ** lotus flower that rushed out, only an inch away from Zhao Haochen's nose at this time.

"I won!" Zhao Haochen smiled slightly, the awe-inspiring killing intent on Feiyan's face was revealed, and his wrist hit the back of Zhao Haochen's head hard, and tied Zhao Haochen who had fainted to death, and the black sack was put on his head, followed by a violent shock, I don't know where he was transported.