Du Wen's consciousness domain was dizzy, and his divine consciousness instantly wanted to condense the divine consciousness war shadow.

The divine consciousness was not condensed, and the cold through the domain invaded the domain of consciousness, and Du Wen, who had just recovered from the stinging pain of her divine consciousness, froze in the chaotic domain space, trembling with a faint sound. Du Wen's dark and tender face turned gray, revealing cyan, and her eyes stared straight at the black thorn in front of her eyebrows.

Mang's heart was cold, his consciousness trembled, and his bones were about to be shattered, too fast. Du Wen's Divine Consciousness War Shadow felt danger when he stared at him, who knew that the danger was coming, and as soon as his divine sense was restrained, he was occupied by the black mang.

Du Wen didn't dare to move, she was sweating through her armor, two tears were condensed in the corners of her eyes, the tears did not fall, and the ice froze in the eye rings, sour, painful and cold in her heart. Lips move. "Yu'er ......".

The eyes with tears slowly closed, unwilling to squeeze out a teardrop of pain, rolling over the gray cheeks, like a rainbow after the rain, the starlight of the dawn, and the dew under the cool sun. Cool heart, cold face, falling in fright, drying in the fire. One by one, they squeezed out of the corners of their eyes, and they were covered in haze one by one. Leaving only a cold shadow.

The pain of the broken heart was not felt, but the heart was cold but the jade body was instilled, and after a trace of shuddering, a mocking aura condensed in the darkness. The icy eyelids folded up painfully, and a pair of bean-sized eyes met the ice membrane eyes. Du Wen Danhai was instantly frozen, and her aura was sealed by countless ice cubes.

The hard body was grabbed by the crystal hand, and there were a few ice cracks, and the broken ice crystals fell. Yu Bing's body landed on a pile of hard popsicles, and several crystal lines fell. Ga tightened, Du Wen's hard soft waist was almost strangled, and her consciousness was semi-clear, leaving only a long black hair hanging down in the airspace.

"The boss is enough, you can go back to the errand", the rough laughter sounded in the wind. Carrying the beads, he pulled a pile of black ice and escaped into the valley.

Xia Yu sucked in a trembling breath, and felt a painful sense. The miserable tugging of the heart, the heartbreaking voice, from the depths of the hazy consciousness turned to the sound of gasps, very close, soft and shy, faint. As if he had broken his breath, he occasionally turned to a soft and regretful inhalation. Far away, the coquettish pant and moaning penetrated the gap in the domain of consciousness, as if it was tight and heavy, and the sound was ashamed, squeezing through the airspace and turning into a mesmerizing suck.

A humiliating voice. has surrounded Xia Yu's domain for a long time, in the hundred years of the solid essence period. Xia Yu is facing this ecstasy voice every day, and he is immersed in prostitution every day. I have struggled, resisted, and even wanted to cut off the claws of the demon that involuntarily stretched out to the holy woman, and thought about imprisoning the Holy Communion and resisting the lust of the demon. But in the end, he couldn't control the raging waves of lust, couldn't resist the temptation of lust, and suppressed the physiological reaction of shame. Fall again into arrogant possession, endless deprivation.

Xia Yu thought of death, wanted to end this humble and shameful life, and thought of a few close friends. Remembering the thousand-year-old life span and the temptation of the pinnacle of the distant saint. Xia Yu was obsessed, and like all the sages who had some conscience and had to take this step, he buried only shame and guilt. Surrender to the holy path of immorality.

A hundred years later, Xia Yu broke through the cultivation realm, and he was not like countless sages. In order to cover up that disgraceful history, the Holy Slave who was struggling under the power of obscenity was killed by cruel means, but he was still free, so that he could not get rid of the curse of the Holy One, believing that one day, that hatred would no longer be hatred, perhaps understanding and gratitude.

The bitter pleading, the eager gasp, the unbearable obscene words, and the turbid heat wave that came from the waves surrounded Xia Yu's ears and condensed at the tip of his heart. Like a dream in the past ten years, Xia Yu woke up once, and the conscience that has never been annihilated has tormented Xia Yu for a long time.

With a slight inhalation, the ten miles of taste consciousness became condensed, the whole heart was about to freeze, and the holy body trembled slightly with the obscene voice, this is not a dream, it is not the pain buried in the depths of the heart that is excavated by the dream, it is the real obscene soaking around him.

"Uh-huh". The obscene gasping sound, wave after wave, one after another. Hearing this, Xia Yu's blood boiled all over his body, and he fell into the stove hotly, burning his face, burning his hands, and burning his heart.

The obscene fragrance of the jade body and the obscene greasy jade liquid are mixed with a familiar breath, a familiar voice, a familiar fishy smell, a familiar sweat and acid, strands, bursts, traces, and breaths gather. Xia Yu's technique on his fingertips, with his anger extinguished, waited quietly, just like hundreds of years ago in the puppet realm, silently bearing the qiē that happened in front of him.

Suddenly, the familiar body fragrance came to my nose, although far and near. Half-sucking condensation, Xia Yu was shocked to death, and he didn't dare to suck the rest of the half-inhale, and the stinging lightning of the thunderbolt on a sunny day hit this fragile heart, like a glass shattered, and the water hit his face, and he couldn't put it away anymore.

Storms, thunderbolts, and lightning were mixed with painful moans, making Xia Yu shiver. The obscene words became unbearable, and the needles that pierced with blood pierced Xia Yu's heart, dripping with blood and tears.

Xia Yu couldn't believe that the holy woman who was as cold as jade would be so lascivious in front of him. Gasping, moaning, and whispering, the obscene words of the voice were like sharp claw shadows that tore apart the beautiful and holy image in Xia Yu's heart.

The sweat condensed in the palms of the hands yesterday has not yet dried, the gaze sticking to the face has not faded, the pulse is warm, and the soft ears are red in the heart. Now, with the smell of turbidity in the half-inhalation, it was ruthlessly crushed.

Xia Yu was sad and heartbroken. The pain of heartbreak hit all over the body, and the cold froze shattered. The gray face turned pale, but the inside glowed red. It was so cold and hot that Xia Yu was about to evaporate.

Is what happened in front of him real? It was a dream, and Xia Yu would rather believe that it was a dream, a dream of longing. But he didn't dare to wake up from the dream, because this was not a dream, Xia Yu could feel the heat wave of absurdity, waves on his face, the burning skin trembled, and the suffocating snort could not stop the condensation of the voyeur taste consciousness.

Mo Ye's face was distorted and deformed, and he didn't dare to open his eyes to verify the scene in front of him, he didn't need to look at it, a distance of several zhang, for hundreds of miles of divine consciousness, it was like the unbearable lewdness, wicked laughter, and moaning staring in front of him, ringing in his ears, unable to avoid.

"Yu'er, save me". A wave of divine consciousness swept into Xia Yu's consciousness, and Xia Yu, who wanted to escape, only had a broken heart. A mouthful of black blood spurted out, and the breath of fornication was suppressed by the blood, and a wail resounded through the airspace, tearing through the filth of qiē.

The wailing echoed, hanging for a long time, drowning out the sound of desolation, leaving only the cicadas that wanted to cry without tears.

The sound of lewdness stopped, and a black shadow stared at Xia Yu's side, his hot sweaty skin, picked up Xia Yu's cold corpse, and shouted eagerly. "What's wrong with Xia Yu, wake up".

Xia Yu's unconscious holy body shook softly, falling apart, breaking tendons, as if the bones had been broken. With the fluttering holy clothes, it shook violently, and convulsed spasmodically.

"Xuenu, what's going on". The cold voice condensed the fire, burning the blood and lewdness.

"Master, you woke up, you don't want me, the boss asked me to carry it back, that's it, it was the soul outside." The rough voice, trembling, seemed to be frightened to speak intermittently and stumbling.

The black shadow gently hugged Xia Yu, snapped, and flicked the night lantern, and his blood-red face was now in the bright crystal lamp.

This face seems to have been soaked in blood for a hundred years, with red sores, bright red reflecting blood under the night crystal lamp. The bloody cheeks were as fresh as peeling, condensing the pearl light, hanging with the sunset, and there was no trace of white. Two long black marks at the corners of the mouth, like two long black mustaches, draw long bends along the red and white curves of the lips, turn the corners of the mouth, and skim to the chin to form a heart shape.

On the stone bed, a pair of vicious eyes, staring on the red blood face, groaned half-loudly, broke the sound, rolled his eyes, and seemed to have collapsed the only glimmer of hope. The mournful and resentful tears lost their minds, rolled their eyes, and fainted.

With happy eyes on his red face, he glanced at the smooth jade body on the stone bed in a panic. The delicate jade skin that was about to be blown was flushed, the skin was flushed with shame, and there were traces of jade liquid, and the white and dizzying snow skin could no longer be seen, but it was like a shy saint falling in the fiery red glow.

A pair of reddish plump, soft and delicate virgin pepper peaks stand out, dripping with a slip of white shadow water, delicate and lovely on the top of the bright, purple and red peaks, just like a pair of "stamens" condensed by red flowers. The "bud" that was at its peak sucked in the eyes that gradually condensed.

"Master, you can't wish me, the boss saw that you were suffering crazy, so he had to take me to catch the saint." The forbidden slave with thick lips, the huge red-haired stone chain crystal hammer blocked the blinking soybean eyes.

A long sigh. "Xue Nu, you are hurting me, how can I get out of the 'Mixed Yin Valley'".

The red-faced and black-hearted saint was naked, holding Xia Yu, who was bloodshot in his mouth, and sighed sadly. It seems that he doesn't know anything about the change in complexion, he doesn't know anything about why Xia Yu vomited blood, but he just feels infinite guilt in his heart for the red jade body of the saint on the stone bed.

"Master, it's good if you wake up, I've been crazy for one hundred and ten years, and my boss and I are wandering around like we have no home." Xue Nu cried and grinned, and said very sadly. Hearing this, his face was red, and the corners of his eyes were filled with tears.

Drops of crystal tears fell on Xia Yu's face, splashing into sour tears, and his face was wet. One drop or two drops, Xia Yu's eyelids throbbed slightly, trembling, and chilling with the cold and sore tears. The pain of his heart made Xia Yu more shameless than these tears, and he couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't face reality, he couldn't face Du Wen, he couldn't face Mo Ye.

On the one hand, there is the holy love that follows the shadows, and on the other hand, there is the young master and best friend who grew up and held each other day and night. How to choose, how to face the pain and embarrassment in front of you. Xia Yu would rather sleep, really sleep, and not have to face the unacceptable reality.

Xia Yu heard the words of the snow monster and Mo Xie, and he didn't know what happened to the young master. What has happened in a hundred years. You can feel that the young master's unguarded voice is telling a hundred years of sadness, no one is powerless to return to the sky, it seems that things are developing towards a tragic situation step by step in an irreversible state of affairs. (To be continued......)