"Welcome back, Mr. Husband."

The soft language that made people want to pull the flag directly, the purple-haired girl in a kimono shirt was hanging her head on the bed in the tent.

The dull Ling Yan couldn't help but stagger, and his head slammed into the pole of the tent.

After a while, Ling Yan corrected his expression: "Sorry, I took the wrong path." Then he closed the curtain again.

Looking down at his right hand, his eyes twitched: "Damn, can it be that my right hand already has its own illusion function?"

So he shook his right hand and was about to put his hand on the curtain again and pulled the curtain open. A light golden light grabbed his wrist, making him feel that his strength had weakened a little instantly, and the weight of his wrist was heavier, and he wanted to pull him directly into the tent.

"Go! What's it! This is!" Feeling the power of the rope owner, Ling Yan yelled directly into the tent: "Lingmeng! You girl! You are using ghost art!"

"Long-hearted! Come in quickly!" The master of power shouted in a default manner.

——Hey! You are too much! Ling Yan complained speechlessly.

I remembered that Bai Xue had used this trick in the world of Feibang, but she used special chains, not as high-end as Ling Meng's ropes that were directly transformed into spiritual energy.

And it's much harder to deal with!

——Don’t hold on anymore…

In this way, Ling Yan, who was almost exhausted, was pulled into a tent that could be called the Abyss of Hell...

"Are you ready to answer? Husband?" The girl appeared in front of him asked...

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At this time, Ling Yan, who was tied by the grilled suckling pig style, was lying on the bed, his head resting on the girl's knees, and he could even feel that the girl was not wearing a ** and the moisture she had just taken a shower.

At this time, he was not in the mood to enjoy this kind of welfare, but wanted to immediately break free from the spiritual rope that tied his hands and feet - the secret technique of Ling Meng's waving fist with the spiritual light: the secret technique of "cultivation": the rope transformed by the spell of spiritual ingots.

Not only can it double the gravity, but it can even add techniques such as "weak physical strength" to it...

Anyway, Ling Yan can't struggle now...

The girl's slender and delicate palms rubbed against Ling Yan's face, and her expression showed gentleness: "A woman like me is so pitiful."

"I was so busy outside that I vomited blood, and I was deceived by the man. Now that shameless man wants to send me away..."

Looking at this scene, Ling Yan, who seemed to be touched by the completely blackened Tiancang cocoon, immediately changed his expression and his pupils contracted: "That's not like this, listen to my explanation..."

The girl looked at his tightened pupils, tilted her head cutely, and swept her ponytail on her shoulders, with curious eyes: "At present, do you have any explanation?"

——Hey, black gas! Black gas is coming out, hey! Calm down!

Ling Yan's smile was stiff and he couldn't help but tremble: "I think it's very necessary to explain."

"I want to hear it too, husband." The girl smiled "gentle" with a gentle feeling: "Hope is the answer I want~"

——Damn! Don’t have horns! I don’t bring Bai Wugui now! (Note 1)

Now Ling Yan finally knew that the girl from Neon was unwilling to be angry... Damn it was a ghost and god when she was angry! A ghost and god with a horn!

But it’s still important to survive now!

Ling Yan looked at the girl with a sincere face and explained with all his sincerity: "Actually, it was like this at the beginning...and then, it was like this...and finally it was like this...so I said that! Don't get me wrong, the truth is that I said that to protect you, you must understand me."

"Is that right?" the girl's nails gently stroked his cheeks and said softly: "Where is good intentions."

"Yes, yes." Ling Yan tried hard to look up at Ling Meng: "I'm for your own good."

Smiling, she patted Ling Yan's face with her palm and said gently: "Sorry, I don't know why, I don't feel it at all."

"Really, I have good intentions, God can tell you."

"Sorry, I didn't see it."

Ling Yan couldn't help but burst into tears: "I can prove it to you, please let me go first! Girl!"

The girl smiled and looked at Ling Yan's eyes, then she bounced out three words: "No~"

"Then when will you put me down?" Ling Yan asked weakly.

The girl smiled gently: "Let's talk about it when you can break free from this rope."

"It will be too late to break free!" Ling Yan couldn't help but raise his voice and stared at Ling Meng.

Although it’s okay to play slowly, it’s dawn soon, and Ling Yan said he doesn’t have that time to play at all!

The girl's eyes suddenly turned red, she twitched her nose, covered her mouth with one hand, and choked in a low voice: "You are actually cruel to me."

Ling Yan sighed helplessly: "What a fake girl! You are clearly smiling, okay? Please be more professional next time."

"Hey? Is it seen?" She put down her hand and put it on Ling Yan's head again, and said with curiosity: "Where is the flaw?"

"Nonsense, if you really cry, you won't feel the thing on our necks?"

Ling Yan said with a depressed look on his face: "I am the one who knows you the best in the entire Lord God space."

"Is that right?" the girl leaned into his eyes and looked into his eyes: "Do you feel that I'm very angry now?"

Ling Yan looked at her unconcealed pupils and finally sighed helplessly: "If you can calm your breath, if you kill me now, I won't say anything."

"Is that good?" The girl looked into his eyes and eventually turned from tenderness to pain: "But I really have no place to go back. Tell me, what should I do?"

Her fingers took back the spiritual rope that bound Ling Yan, hugged him, and her voice seemed to be choking: "I! I have really lost the place I can go back!"

"You are the only one here... and you are the only one left! I have no place to go... but... even you don't want me..."

"..." He hugged her in his arms, reached out to see through her hair, and felt her sadness: "I won't do it next time."

"Don't throw me away, I don't want to lose it anymore... I really don't want to..."

"Ahh, I promise I won't throw you away..." He rubbed the girl's hair, like rubbing a poor cat that almost lost, very light and soft...

——Can't go back? Could it be...

As if he had thought of something, Ling Yan's expression became a little surprised.

At this time, the girl raised her head, her eyes were a little red, and tears were rolling in her eyes, but she was stubborn and refused to flow out. She stared at Ling Yan angrily, and Ling Yan had to look at her silently.

He asked in a tone of distrust and expectation: "Really?"

Ling Yan nodded again, with the patience that he could repeat it many times: "Really."

"Will you throw me away?"

“Absolutely not.”

"I can only be your witch?"

“No guarantee…”

"Scum..." She smiled and leaned into his arms and said, "I finally know what Kidida Hime feels."

"Feel sorry……"

"Hmph, it's as difficult to make people not fickle as it is to let Suzhan Mingzun make cakes."

The appearance of Suzhan Mingzun, who was trying hard to make a cake, couldn't help feeling heartbroken: "That old man is really pitiful."

"Hmph, you are also half a Suzhan Mingzun." The girl hummed softly, and finally said in a low voice: "Then I forgive you."

"Well, I get it." He hugged the girl and closed his eyes: "Have you been back there?"

"...Well, when you went to the battle group." After a long silence, she nodded: "The barrier is good, I feel relieved."

"That's it..." Ling Yan smiled helplessly: "They don't want you anymore, I want it."

"Um... Um!" The girl nodded, then suddenly blushed as if she had remembered something: "...beat me..."

"Ah...? Hey!" He looked puzzled first, then showed an expression of remembering something. Ling Yan immediately put the girl sitting in his arms aside, and was pointed at the girl: "Hugging, sorry..."

"Woo..." As if I finally knew something, the girl let out a whimper like a small animal.

Feeling something that has become very hard, Ling Yan has the heart to commit suicide...

As a creature that endures heat for twenty-four hours a day, it is very tired, especially when it is stimulated...

However, as Ling Yan, who is related to a guy with a red hair and color, who is incarnated by a man who is a maniac in the desire realm, faces the cool outfit after taking a shower, his delicate and delicate breath, and his body fragrance that is like a plum blossom, if he doesn't react at all... it can only prove that he is sick.

Although I have proved that I am not sick now, the venting problem is difficult to solve...

——I can’t even masturbate when Lingmeng is next to me!!

He screamed in his heart. Although he could take advantage of this atmosphere to push Lingmeng down, the two-blooded funny mentality in his heart said: Now that he pushed Lingmeng down is to let her down her feelings for him...

——There is no choice but to get up tomorrow and change your pants.

Sighing, Ling Yan was about to let Ling Meng go back directly. The girl took the initiative to come to him. She was already completely congested and made a very exciting speech: "I... help, help you, okay..."

"Ha?!"

"I, I am... a witch!! I know, except there, my mouth, chest, back, hands and feet... are all OK!" As if I was already shy, I was incoherent, and the girl felt that she was about to faint...

"..." Ling Yan had no other expressions in addition to his constant twitching face.

"Woo... Then, then I'll start?" She waved to Ling Yan in a daze. She covered the quilt on Ling Yan, then got into the quilt, took off his pants, and looked at the thing...

——This is the man’s...! She blushed and entangled for a long time, and finally she made the one wet, held it in her mouth, and kept moving her tongue...

Hold tightly, rub, squeeze, spin...

Ends, side lines, dents, folds...

Although it is awkward, it is very rhythmic...

In this way, in the tent with excellent sound insulation, various harmonious and bad sounds kept coming...

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Ah, Note 1 is just an explanation for complaining about Bai Wugui

Recently, I may borrow some pollution settings from the Shenfeng series, such as even kissing is pollution... [covering your face]

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