Poison Concubine Playing Evil King: Miss Beast Controlling

Feng Shitian supported the wretched middle-aged man, and walked towards the forest without any explanation.

The wretched middle-aged man only felt that Feng Shitian's hand holding his arm was very soft, cottony, and small. Although it was through his clothes, that feeling was enough for him to lust all kinds of things. The ground is crooked.

So all of a sudden, the wretched middle-aged man threw away those inappropriate feelings before.

Looking at the girl's smooth side face, there was no blemish on the jade-white skin.

The wretched middle-aged man secretly praised in his heart that such a top-quality girl is enough to be called perfect, even if he has always claimed to be a person who has lived among flowers and seen thousands of flowers, but such a top-quality girl The young girl he had never seen in his life.

The lower fifth limb is already tight at this time, and the stomach is also tight.

This feeling, to use a word, is called, the fire of desire.

The wretched middle-aged man couldn't help but licked his somewhat dry lips, then turned his head and looked back, no, he could still see that road and the people on that road.

This is definitely not the best place to do it.

The middle-aged man made a judgment in his heart.

Naturally, every move of this wretched middle-aged man did not escape Feng Shitian's eyes. Feng Shitian naturally understood what the middle-aged man was thinking, but now she just supported the middle-aged man and kept walking towards the forest. Walk.

The current distance is neither the best distance for middle-aged people to do it, nor is it the best distance for doing it by yourself.

And Xiaodong, at this time, was lying on Feng Shitian's shoulder, blinking his watery eyes at Feng Shitian for a while, and blinking his big eyes for a while, looking at the wretched middle-aged man with sympathy, alas , This old boy, why didn't he find out until now, how does his master want to deal with him.

Alas, I really don't know whether he should be said to be too confident or too sad.

However, since he dared to have a crooked look at his master, no matter how the master treated him, he would applaud him for a while.

Xiaodong thought, and looked at the wretched middle-aged man sympathetically.

You can think about it, if a person is beaten by someone fat here, and there is another person who cheers and cheers, tell me, is this person very unlucky?

"Oh, oh, oh!" Not to mention, the wretched middle-aged man did quite well in acting, and until now, his groans have not stopped.

Feng Shitian was still persuading: "Uncle, if you hold back, you should hear the sound of the river soon!"

"Oh, thank you, that's great. I was on the road, and I met such a kind person like you. Thank you so much. Uncle doesn't even know how to thank you!" said the wretched middle-aged man The man unexpectedly grasped Feng Shitian's little hand.

That little hand was slightly cold, and the skin was slippery and moist. When people touched it, they felt that their hearts were already crisp.

"Ah!" The wretched middle-aged man only felt that at this moment, not only his heart, but even his bones were already brittle, my God, this girl is simply a stunner in the world.

But Feng Shitian looked down at the tent that was erected high on the lower body of the wretched middle-aged man, and then smiled: "Uncle, do you not want your fifth limb anymore?"

"..." The wretched middle-aged man was taken aback. He really had never heard of the fifth limb.