Chapter 103:
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Those Days of Hunting Demons and Devils
- Mo Qi Lin
- 720 characters
- 2021-01-30 07:19:25
Chi Lian slowly loosened Ji Yan's lips. The Buddha sound made him uncomfortable. Chi Lian was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the monk was still dead and always opposed him. That Buddha sound made Chi Lian feel very Piercing, Chi Lian hugged the trace of the quilt covering his face, and a sound of Buddha curse from the air broke through the enchantment like a sharp blade, shaking the bed slightly.
Ji Yan stared at Chi Lian in silence, and an uneasy expression appeared in his eyes. Chi Lian never stopped moving. Desire ran in Ji Yan's body. Hearing that Buddha's voice came again, the ethereal seemed Aggressive, Chi Lian was stunned. He reached over to cover Yan Yan's eyes, and the red snake skin looming on the back of his pale hand.
There is a huge golden Buddha mark in the sky above Chifu, which slowly rotates. Afterwards, strong light pours from the sky into the ground, spreading like water waves.
The light of the demon rune on the bed was getting darker and darker, and Jiyan didn't know why Chilian suddenly covered his eyes, but Chilian was lying on Jiyan's body, his eyes turned into red pupils, and the corner of his mouth was exposed The sharp teeth, the waist where his clothes slipped, and bright red and staggered snakeskins appeared behind his waist...it looked dark and fascinating in this dark room...he held his long eyes tightly, Jiyan couldn't see the slightest sight in front of him, Chilian's desire continued to deepen. He made no thoughts to think about anything else. Finally, under the constant friction and deepening, Qiyan's mouth let out a weak moan, and he endured patiently. , But in the end it was unbearable. Chilian's cold body brought him chill. This sense of ice and fire made him tremble, coupled with Chilian stroking his body, and the relationship between Chilian and him... this All kinds of emotions and touches are tangled together, making the traces chaotic and unbearable, but the man's reason is often no match for temptation and pleasure, he can't see but reduces his sense of guilt.
"Brother Chi... Um..." Ji Yan shuddered, he hoped Chi Lian would be slower, so that he would feel better.
But Chi Lian let Ji Yan's legs wrap around his waist. Chi Lian's red eyes stared at Ji Yan's lips faintly. He was about to bow his head but remembered that his fangs were exposed.
He kissed Jiyan quickly, and the touch of the dragonfly made him feel no fangs at Chilian's mouth. Chilian suppressed those Buddha curses, and the demon spirit was inspiring... The messy hair was flying, and the strands At that moment, the black hair turned into a bright red hair, dancing like a burning flame, and the hair was vertical behind him. The hair covered the dark red snake skin around his waist, and the scale of the snake on his back was hidden in time. Shi Ming's flashes, the surrounding wind swelled up, and the blown bed nets fluttered in disorder.
Ji Yan was fortunate to witness the appearance of Chi Lian at this moment... "The brothers of Chi Chi, the water walking dead, Yan Feng'er may not be able to resist..." Ji Yan said intermittently, Yan Feng'er is not the opponent of those monsters, but he has no way to do it now. He also had to open his legs to meet with Chi Lian. His eyes were covered, as if he had a strong force to hold him down.
"Feng'er told us not to go out. If we go out, it will only hinder us. We can't help her at all.
"Chi Lian is very perfunctory, but Ji Yan can't hear the slightest weirdness."
He could only feel Chi Lian's entry, and heard the roaring wind sounds in his ears mixed with the sounds of chanting Buddhist scriptures.
The sound that hit the flesh, and the ambiguous and catchy gasp, overflowed outside the room. The bed was swaying in the distance, and the waves spurred by the gust of wind caused the wind to invade in the room, everything It seems ambiguous, bizarre and messy.
Outside the house.
In the dark night sky like splashing ink, Fo Jiang stood still in the air, and the long wind blew up the white gown of Fo Jiang, and the long silver hair fluttered in the wind...