Chapter 233: The Pet of the Zombie Emperor (39)

Mo Li Li is like a breeze, walking in the night, without making any sound when walking.
However, as we walked into the sound, the movement in the sound from the forest grew louder.
It is similar to a woman crying in pain and begging for mercy, but also a joyous sound.
It was accompanied by the man's wheezing voice, and the sound of something colliding.
Multiple sounds mixed together, in this dark night, with a hint of strangeness.
The bright moonlight shone down through the dense branches and leaves, and fell on the spots below.
Vaguely, you can see the two bodies leaning on the trunk not far from each other and tangling with each other.
Mo Emb stepped away from her footsteps, and did not expect to encounter such a situation.
The two people who were doing a wonderful show there did not know that they had been found. An Zhixia took a look of forbearance and endured the collision of the man buried in her chest. They have been here for half an hour. Then, a drop of sweat slipped from An Zhixia's forehead.
The man buried in her chest suddenly and vigorously moved quickly. He grabbed An Zhixia's body firmly and fixed her on the trunk. The action became more and more violent until the last process was completed.
Some movements made both of them breathless.
After a while, after feeling that her body was regaining strength, An Zhixia reached out and pushed the man in front of her with a hint of husky: "Hug me back, so tired, I want to go back to sleep."
"Don't worry, it's still early." The man chuckled and hugged An Zhixia, who was weak, and placed her directly on the ground covered with fallen leaves.
"An Zhi!" An Zhixia frowned, exaggerating his tone.
It's just that she has just experienced it, and now her voice is still hoarse. If it's normal, it must be domineering to let An Zhi converge, but now ... hehe.
"Don't be afraid, you slept with you, I moved mine." An Zhi leaned down and pressed her lips while biting her cherry lips with an unwilling remark: "Tomorrow you belong to my brother, the day after tomorrow It was Qin Yilian's guy again, and I had to finish it all at once for the next two days. "
As soon as the voice fell, An Zhixia didn't wait for his response. His familiar hands ignited the sensitive part of An Zhixia's body, and An Zhixia's expression could not help but become confused.
After a while, the two were immersed in a new round of sports.
...
Mo Embu didn't know how he got back. It wasn't until he walked in front of his and Xia Yichu's tent that he reacted, and he just didn't even kill the two.
Mo Embi breathed a sigh of relief, calmed his mood, and gently opened the tent and went in.
The dim light inside reflects the nice and soft face of Xia Yichu.
This face, Mo Emb watched many times every day during this time.
Never tire of it.
But now, when he saw the face again, a dry feeling rose from his body, and a fiery rushed to his lower abdomen.
Mo Emb is too strong from that vision, even Xia Yichu, who was originally devoted to cultivation, can't stand it.
Xia Yichu opened his eyes and looked at Mo Embi with a helpless look: "What's wrong with you?"
Mo Embi just went out. She didn't know it, but thought it was convenient for him to go out, so she didn't open her eyes. But he did not expect that after he returned, he stood there staring at himself, and his eyes became hotter and hotter.
Staring at him, this made Xia Yichu feel like a little lamb, and he was the hunter.
"Qing Huan." Mo Ember called her, hoarse, as if suppressing something.
He quickly stepped forward, directly holding Xia Yichu tightly in his arms, reaching out and pulling, "Wow," Xia Yichu's clothes were torn directly by him, and his fair skin was exposed.
"Mo embarks!" Xia Yichu exclaimed in a low voice, and quickly reached out to protect his chest.
But both hands were suppressed by Mo Jingli on both sides, Mo Jinli bowed her head, and gentle kisses fell on her chest.
"Member is leaving, you should stop." Xia Yichu shook her head, and because of the sleeping men in the tent next to her, she did not dare to scream too loudly.
"Qing Huan, Qing Huan, help me, help me." Mo Embeli's voice was a little helpless, and the hot, hot breath sprayed on Xia Yichu's neck.
He was crushed all over, and with his long legs extended, he easily squeezed himself into Xia Yichu's legs.
Originally, Xia Yichu, who wanted to ask himself what he was going to help him, felt that he was standing against his own thing ... Xia Yichu's body suddenly became rigid.
Can she say she doesn't know what to do?
Mo Emb felt uncomfortable on her body, and after seeing that Xia Yichu didn't move at all, he stretched out Xia Yichu's hand, and took her hand firmly under him.
"Don't do this."
Xia Yichu couldn't control the exclaiming sound, and he shook his hand, but he couldn't get rid of it.
"Don't move, help me, I won't do anything else." Mo Embi quickly said such a sentence, bowed his head and kissed Xia Yichu's lips.
His kiss came so suddenly, neither Xia Yichu had time to close his eyes, the two were very close, his eyelashes were falling, Xia Yichu seemed to feel his long eyelashes brushing his skin.
The dark eyes that had been calm in both directions, the complex emotions rolled at the moment, as if he couldn't restrain himself, they would all erupt.
"Qing Huan." Mo Embi left her lips and called her softly, with a hint of blankness and tolerance in her tone.
For his own people, Xia Yichu always eats soft and not hard. He simply twists his head, closes his eyes, and arrogantly abandons, letting him take his hand and take him there.
...
The next day, Xia Yichu and Mo Ember came out of the tent one after the other.
The former looked sluggish, and the latter was full of energy and proud of the spring breeze.
Seeing Xia Yichu raising his hand, he was going to tear down the tent. Mo Embi immediately pulled her away, and her expression was almost tender. "I can do this thing, and you are watching."
Xia Yichu was still suffocating in her heart. Last night, she thought that her hands would be simple, but she did not expect it. After one time, he actually pulled her again and again, but the second time, she held her hands. It's sour. He hasn't ...
Now looking at Mo Jenli's dedication and diligence, Xia Yichu immediately retracted his hands and washed away.
Mo Embi didn't mind her cold attitude, and she moved the tent a couple of times and packed it.