Chapter 411: Cultivation? Cultivate magic?

His voice is low-alcoholic and clear, with the illusion of listening to the Brahman.
I thought that the song would be hesitant as before, but the song would be good, but the black bucket that covered his entire body was lifted off and placed in the storage space.
Yan Ge's posture was dazzling during the walk, and the wide black gauze could not cover her charming beauty while walking, making everyone think she must be a beauty.
Ke Dou shuddered, Yan Ge's face was densely packed with scars, and it seemed to make people's hearts dreadful.
These scars have been spreading from her face to the clothes under her neck, and the hands outside her clothes are also criss-crossed without a complete skin.
So even if she was wearing clothes, she could see at a glance that these scars should be spread all over her.
In this way, she is exactly like the accumulation of those scars.
It makes people look horrified, especially people with dense phobia, who fears that she will faint.
This kind of speech and the man stand in one place, and become a sharp contrast, one is a fairy without dust, and the other looks like an ugly ghost.
But the man was not half surprised by such a song, and the wine glass in his hand turned again when the song was about to be caught.
In Yange's slightly surprised eyes, he drank the glass of wine, then held back the back of Yange, and touched his lips to his lips.
Lips opened, bitter wine poured into Yan Ge's mouth, and the man's hot and dexterous tongue followed.
Lips and teeth tangled, the bitter wine gradually became sweet and fragrant,
There is almost no extra movement.
When the lips and teeth were entangled, Yange had been pressed by the man in the wagon that was still walking, and in the next instant, the clothes were scattered, and their bodies were merged into one.
It was at the moment he entered Yange's body that the weird scars on her had spread layer after layer at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.
Slightly squinting sweat on the man's face.
He lifted his head back, sweat beads slipped from his ears under the collarbone at the neck, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and the sweat on his body was like a delicate flower stained with the morning dew. .
Yan Ge opened her eyes, her lips clenched, and she endured the pain of being lingering inside and out, a pair of big eyes, staring at the man without blinking.
Although she is not a person who looks at the face, but the man looks so good, looking at him can still ease his pain.
For a long time, the squinting man gently satisfied the general sigh. After this sound, his ready body finally closed.
I don't know if it was because of men and women, or because of the moisturizing of the song. He was like the face covered with an invisible light. At this moment, his face was brighter and more beautiful.
He lowered his head and looked at the song with a smile.
"Small song." His voice was extravagant, lazily with a kind of fascinating magnetism, his fingers pinched on Yange's chest, and he bowed his head, and his bright lips bit his scarred chest.
He looked at Yan Ge's body with entanglement in his eyes, as if he was not a scarred body, but a delicate and beautiful body.
The words did not move, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her body. She was lying lazily in the arms of a man, leaving the man to please herself.
In fact, she couldn't move at this moment.