Chapter 519:

The warmth is that she met them, the greatest fortune in this life, the sentimental is that she will eventually bear them...
What happened in today's hot springs reminded her to set her heart, because she saw Qinglong, and she would have some heartbeat.
I sighed deeply, remembering the way I first saw him, such a clear shadow, so that the clear spring of the sky, anyone who sees it will be heart-warming...
She is extremely clever and has an unparalleled grasp of the battle, but is she grasping the heart? The tighter she squeezed her heart, the more tightly they attacked, or the arrogance, or the silent erosion of the object, making it difficult to guard against, difficult to parry, and when she woke up at this moment, she found that she could not do without anyone. Now!
The mind is a little chaotic, just lying on his back on the bed... Death, where are you? !
Acacia heart, a deep bite, she needs him to be around, watching her grow up, that black figure is the eternal scenery in her heart, just to find him again, she is from the death line again and again Earned back.
"Death, you know that you will not come back again, your position will be replaced by people." She murmured softly into the air, as if standing opposite, standing dead.
"Hey!" A drop of tears rolled down, with colorful light, dripping into the air, stirring up and bursting into the ground.
The right side of the clavicle suddenly burned up, and the fragrance was different.
A black butterfly did not know where to fly out and circled around her.
This is death... is it crazy to miss her?
The space seemed to crack open, and she stepped in, and she saw a figure in a black cloak.
It is still such a long and steady curve, and the sickle, although it has become longer and has added a lot of gorgeous, unparalleled Huaguang, but he is still him, even though the atmosphere has become extremely horrible, but he will eventually It's him!
The long-lost misses spread, and Lu Yiqian almost stayed.
God knows that at this time, she wants to hold him to see if she misses the face in the blood to make up for the three years and sees no news.
But at this time, she couldn't say a word, just staring at him.
And the person over there is also staring at her. It seems that she can't believe it. In the eyes, in her heart, in her mind, she is all.
The two men approached in the same place, and stood still in one arm. Then, it was like a tsunami-like kiss, like to pour all endless thoughts into the kiss.
For a long time, the lips were separated, and a pair of extravagant silver silks implicated the two.
"Master...master, master, master! Master!" The of death took Lu Yuqian and kissed again and again with sincerity and affection: "Master..."
Ah, three years, three years, he missed his heart, his liver hurts. Finally, did she come to him?
"I am, I am..." Sure enough, she is more than a hundred times stronger than her.
The two seem to have endless words to say, but at this time, they can't say a word, only turned into a deep kiss, and they twirled again and again.
She laughed and took off his cloak.
The whole space suddenly overflowed with unspeakable beauty, burning hearts and dazzling eyes.
His beauty can never be described in terms of pen and ink. It cannot be said in words, and the beauty is the ultimate. His power is always registered at the top, and there are millions of powers that cannot be surpassed. When this beauty is combined, the brilliance that is emitted will always indulge, admire, and worship in the first place.
He is the lingering snow mountain, he is the rich scenery of the maple red, he is the clear water lake of the moon palace, he is the polar rainbow of the polar...
Everywhere he is is the most extreme, the most wonderful!
When ordinary people see him, they will admire his beauty and strength. Only Lu Qianqian will love him, will touch him, will embrace him, will have him!
"The owner's hair has changed, his lips are redder, his face is tenderer, his chest is bigger, his waist is thinner..." Death said that he would kiss a place, clearly speaking the words of the disciple, from his mouth Out, but incomparably sincere, he knows everything about her, accurate to the slightest, even the most subtle changes can not escape his eyes.
"The eyes of the of death have become golden, and the face is more beautiful..." Lu Yiqian kissed the eyes of the of death, the face of the of death, the nose, the lips, gently licking his chin, the curve between the neck, the collarbone: "It's more sensitive..."
"Well..." The sound is shallow, suppressed and released, and it is very beautiful.
With her kiss, the of death gently trembled, his head tilted back, showing a very attractive arc.
Lu Haoqian went down with his hands and took off his black clothes...the only black clothes that she could take off, her hands on his chest, his lips down...
"Ah..." The lowness between the throats of the dead ignited the temperature around him, opened his hands, and wanted to hold something, but he was powerless.
"Lord...Master..." The of death gasps, and this body is to see her also to catch fire, let alone be so stroking, how can it not be emotional?
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She is like water, he is a boat, the water carries a boat, and the boat is against the water. She is like a fire, he is firewood, fire burns firewood, firewood ignites fire. She is the wind again, he is the cloud, the clouds chasing the wind, the wind is entangled in the clouds.
The two meet, like yin and yang, as two separate individuals, become a whole.
Lovers know each other and love each other. At this moment, the fish and water are happy.
"Master, master, master..."
The space seems to fade slowly, and the figure of death is slowly blurred. Only his eyes, deep affection into the bones, the earth is old...
Lu Hao’s horror, a headache, and dizziness.
In the confusion, she felt that someone had untied her clothes and touched her very stiffly. Xu felt it was good. The person who touched it found inspiration and slowly became skilled and gentle.
She wants to open her eyes, but she has the feeling of exhaustion.
At this time, her lips were softly attached by two pieces, first sketched, then kissed, sucked, and finally felt enough, opened her lips, sucked her tongue, as if enjoying the delicious, entangled.
There was a sound of Sosoe untied, and then the soft hair fell on her chest.