Chapter 858: Master, only you know

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Nan Yan screamed, angry and angry, it seems that this chrysanthemum flower demon will not work.
However, Nanzhao was boring, and the more she was, the deeper she was. She and Fang Yue get along for a few days. Is it because of her face?
If the party in the chrysanthemum meeting said that it was true, Fang Yue found a woman who was similar to her eyebrows in order to cure the disease. The sheets were rolled several times and the woman was lifted. Kindly affectionate, she really wants to behave.
Perhaps for many men, what is a small prostitute is actually a prostitute, leaving a wife's position can show that this person has deep affection, but this kind of affection is very funny in Nanxun, it is really acceptable.
The chrysanthemum fairy did not become angry and murdered like Nan Yan’s imagination.
After Fang Yue repeatedly apologized, the chrysanthemum fairy was extremely angry. "The son is really infatuated, but I only indulge this once a year. If I let you go tonight, I will wait until next year, so I will never let go. Yours. Or, I will fulfill you tonight."
Complete?
Fang was puzzled and looked up. He saw the chrysanthemum fairy waving his sleeve.
Suddenly, the petals of the chrysanthemums were dropped in the air, and the flowers were sprinkled, like flowers and rain, filled the entire pavilion, and fell to Fang Yue’s body.
After the chrysanthemum fragrance nose, Fang Yue’s heart stunned, and suddenly he did not know what the night was, and the woman in yellow was suddenly turned into a woman who thought about him day and night in his eyes.
The white gauze wraps, the ink and the buttocks, the face is even cold and beautiful. Suddenly, she bends at the corner of her mouth and smiles at him.

Drawing the spirit?
The bigger the party, the bigger the surprise.
I finally saw you when I painted the spirit! You know that I miss you more these days... I, I think you think hard.

Fang got up and walked up to the woman, looking at her greedily, reaching out to hold her in her arms, but she was afraid that her actions would offend her and she would not squat.
"The son..." The woman's lips whispered and took the initiative to fit in his arms. "In fact, I am also missing the sons these days."
Fang Yue did not control the emotions in his heart. He took the woman into his arms and found the pink lips. He slammed the past.
After a while, the two men have already rolled into the soft couch, the clothes are half-fat, heavy shoulders are stacked, deeply entangled together, the woman squats low, the man presses her Menglang movement, howling in the roar His own name: "Draw the spirit, draw the spirit..."
Nanxun listened to the sound of the pavilion in the pavilion, and his cheeks were red, but Meng Ziyi’s face was clouded, and the storm seemed to be coming.
Seeing him pick up and get up, Nanxun quickly pulled him down. "Master, the flower demon and the Fang Yue that... that's what, but it didn't attract people, what is the master doing?"
If Meng Ziyi is frosty and his voice is cold, "While it is not intoxicating, who knows if this flower demon has done other bad things?"
"Then, then you have to wait, wait until they are finished, then say it." Nan Hao blushes.
"Why?" Meng Ziyi's eyebrows tightened. "You are willing to listen to this side and the banshee is doing this, but your name is shouting your mouth?" The voice was cold to the extreme.
Nanxun shook his head and whispered: "Master, I just think... it’s not kind to interrupt them at this time. And--"
With this in mind, her voice became extremely soft. "My name is not a painting, it is awkward. My name is only known to the master. I only told the master."
When Meng Ziyi heard this sentence, the violent storm that was about to happen on his face suddenly stopped and he was slightly worried.
"Master, are you angry? Because Fang Gongzi remembers me?" Nan Xiaomei smiled. "He remembers that I am useless. I don't like him. I like it..."
The last "you" word did not say it, but it has long been known how Meng Ziyi, who is drawing the spiritual mind, does not understand what she wants to say.
He licked his lips and opened Zhang, but for a moment he did not know where to start.
"Oh, you..." The voice of the opening was a little hoarse.
"Well? What does the master want to say?" Nan Zhen did not understand, asked.
Meng Ziyi shook his head and his face flashed through the struggling color. "Forget it, nothing."
After knowing her thoughts, he should refuse her and even drive her away. He once had this idea. What he originally thought was that if she really said what she thought, he would definitely refuse it righteously. It would be best for her to realize her mistakes. It would not be able to get her on the right track. He would not want her. He has been waiting for her to say, but waiting to wait, not waiting for her to express her thoughts, he
I have lost control again and again.
She once said that doing what I think is right, regardless of other people’s views, but what is right?
This kind of out of control... is it right?
It’s right to have a clear conscience!
No, this is contrary to the idea of ​​natural routines, and this will not be tolerated by Heaven.
However, why should he care about what kind of heaven? Heaven is everything?
Nothing can dominate him, he will not be bound by any heaven!
So, what was his concern before?
Just because she is a demon, they are not the same kind?
Not the same kind?
If it is not the same kind, will it be condemned?
But what he fears is never condemned, what is he afraid of?
Meng Ziyi was frowning and once again fell into a circle of thought. He seems to be afraid of something. It is something he can't tell, as if he has been hiding deep in his heart for a long time. It is far older than his age...
At this point, the two men in the pavilion were fighting at the hustle and bustle, and the sound was loud. The soft couch was also squeaked by the actions of the two men.
In one battle, the men and women who were half-frozen in their clothes were sweating.
The chrysanthemum fairy looks at the Qingjun man on his body. The beautiful eyes are full of two springs, and the arm is stroking on his lean back, and he sighs: "The son..."
It was actually a seduce that didn't know how to be lame.
Fang Yue couldn’t care for the sweat on his forehead, and now the beauty of the day and night is just under his body. He still relies on him and asks him to ask for it. So he leans over and kisses her, once again bullying. On the body, I just don’t think it’s enough.
Nanxun yawned, this chrysanthemum flower demon did not attract people's spirits, but this pair of people want to squeeze people out, not afraid to let the other party do their best, after all, this side is just a weak scholar, energy Nothing compares to big bosses. Hey, how did she suddenly think of the big boss? Still thinking about this kind of thing.