Grasping Evil

Four days and nine circles, the rainy fairyland, Yueguo, away from Mengshan, Hehuan.

In the Ancestral Hall of Hehuan, there are only female practitioners, and the practice of their cultivation is even more evil and shameless.

Outside the palace, several young girls were naked and walked out of the hall. Their posture is very strange, like a virgin, clamping their legs, but if you look closely, you can find the silk liquid flowing down the thighs of your thighs.

There is blood on their jade legs. The blood, who once represented their virginity, was abandoned by them at will.

"From today on, we will officially join the Mozong..."

The little faces of the girls are red, and they are still awkward. For the loss of virginity, not only does it not hurt, but it is somewhat joyful.

They left the Crossing Hall and went back to the room to rest. In the middle of the temple, there were still many people’s snoring, like waves.

In the temple, there is a statue of a black Buddha.

The copper lamp is full of oil and emits a faint glow. A few young girls, on the floor of the main hall, at the foot of the Black Buddha, are fortunate to a teenager.

A pair of sluts, feeding the small and delicate milk in the mouth of the boy, his face is blushing, his eyes are blurred and enjoyable.

A girl with a hairpin, Guanyin sitting on the lotus, galloping in the juvenile.

A dudou girl, a tongue like a snake, from the teenager's toes, all the way to the top of the leg.

These young girls, who are very good-looking, are served by these girls, but the teenagers do not have a bit of enjoyment.

His eyes were numb, his expression was sluggish, and there was a trace of grief on his face.

He is a pottery, sold out by the family, sold to Hehuan Zong to the male devils to be a man.

His lower body, already numb, within a day, he has been favored by nearly a hundred girls. Even half of them are still virgins.

"Sister's little bunny, delicious?"

The two-eyed girl took the petite from the juvenile mouth and asked coldly.

"Difficult to eat, disgusting! You, kill me!" The boy replied reluctantly.

"Hey, Ding furnace in the district, I am waiting for the sisters to pick up the tools of Yin, and dare to talk back!"

In the eyes of both eyes, the killing is cold, where there is a little bit of a delicate look, and a palm of the hand gives the boy a slap in the face, and the boy is beaten with blood.

Then, it turned into a pitiful look, took the boy's face, and looked like a concern, "My little sister, hurt?"

"You don't kill me. One day, I want to kill the sorrows!" The boy did not have a little bit of cultivation, but in his eyes, he hated heaven.

"Giggle! I can't think of you, the tone is not small. Well, my sister is waiting to see how you can destroy me." But, giggling, there has never been a furnace, I can be lucky for three days. You have lost a lot of yang, maybe you have to go tonight, you have to die... giggling, come, kiss your sister..."

The two-eyed girl took the boy's face, kissed it underneath, and licked the tongue, and cleaned the blood of the teenager's mouth.

He Huanzong, the female repairing the sect, the practice of cultivation, needs to collect the male yang, and it is not right for the right way.

They are not pleasing to the teenager, but are step by step, tormenting the dead teenager.

The moon floated into the night sky, and the last batch of girls finally returned to the house to rest. In the middle of the palace, only one teenager is left, and the spirit is scattered.

His skin is white, but at the moment it is the hickey of the devils. He has long hair like a waterfall, but at this moment, the mountain of long hair is contaminated with women's sputum and body fluids.

His yang is almost empty, his life is dying, but in his eyes, he hates it. And under hate, there is still a little worry.

"I don't know how to be a lonely brother. Now, he should have been sold to the Mozong by the traitors..."

The boy named Ning Fan, the son of the servant of Haining Ningjia, was sold to the Mozong by the Ningjia traitors.

He has a younger brother named Ning Gu, who is also being sold.

This is the world of comprehension, a world of weak meat. Even a woman, as long as it is a shocking day, can be free, humiliating men!

"Hateful, hateful, hateful!"

Ning Fan gritted his teeth, he was good with others, and he couldn’t think of it.

"I want to escape from Hehuan, I want to join Xianmen, revenge and hate!"

He struggled to get up, but his fingers didn't have a bit of strength. His lower body is even more numb, and he is lost by the girls and can't move.

The door of the cross temple was not locked, and the witches did not even lock the Ning Fan with a rope. They did not think that Ning Fan had the strength to escape from the Crossing Hall.

They don't even think that Ning Fan can live tonight.

The most difficult to suffer from beauty. One hundred witches have insulted Ning Fan, Ning Fan has been scattered, and will die.

"I am going to die... lonely brother, you must live and avenge me!"

He closed his eyes in despair, and his breathing gradually weakened.

The night is quiet, only the screaming screams, screaming outside the palace. Ning Fan knows that this is the beating of the beggar, and he thinks that he is also courting, he feels sick.

At the time of his death, the door of the cross temple was opened and slammed open.

A white girl, 13 or 14 years old, carrying a few hoes in her arms and slamming her hands into the hall.

"How old are you, do you want to humiliate me? Hey, little age, don't learn well, there is something, give me a good time!"

Ning Fan did not overdo it, angered and burned, staring at the white girl.

"Big brother, I... I am not 'playing' yours..." The girl saw Ning Fan's naked body, her face flushed, and she didn't look over her face. The voice was a little trembling.

"Hey, rely on you, dare to play with me! Haha, haha! Cough and cough..." Ning Fan laughed bitterly, but because of weakness, he coughed up.

The girl quickly came over, took out the **** and put it on the ground. The little hand carefully took Ning Fan’s chest and let Ning Fan feel better.

"I won't thank you!" Ning Fan reluctantly sneered.

"I... I really didn't come to play with you... Big brother, I was also caught by '煞姑'... My brother, I was treated as a stove, three years ago, I died... they saw me still small, Didn't kill me, but I grew up again, but also... I have to break into the body and join the Mozong..."

The girl said that her dead brother, tears fell, her face, with the innocence of the witches, so that Ning Fan's heart is soft, I believe the girl's words.

"Big brother, you must live, must be, don't die..." The girl's face was sad, and he felt that Ning Fan, and her brother, seemed to be.

The Mozong is not allowed to feed the Ding furnace man, but the girl, at the risk of being punished, stole the girl and gave it to Ning Fan.

She is really kind.

"I don't want to die, I want revenge, I want to save my brother..." Ning Fan smiled.

"Big brother, eat hoe, you may not die if you are full... you are... you are drained by them, you have to make up... but I don't have a root, can't cultivate, otherwise, I can catch the pheasant, 熬Soup gives you a supplement..."

"Stupid girl, you have hands and feet, you should escape... escape the magic sect, live the life of ordinary girls... don't stay here, here, too dirty. Cough and cough..." Ning Fan will die forever, no Survival desire, on the dying, there is a girl who cares about herself, so that he finally feels the warmth of being a man.

He is content, he does not want girls to die here.

"The magic poison I planted by them, there is no antidote, can't escape... my brother doesn't talk, eat hoes, I feed you..."

When the night is in the house, Ning Fan’s breathing is getting harder and he can’t swallow his head.

"You... let's go..." Ning Fan knew that he was going to die. He didn't want this innocent girl to see his dead appearance.

"Big brother..." The girl’s heart hurts. She can see that Ning Fan is going to die. Before the death of each Ding furnace, it is the appearance of Ning Fan.

His brother was also a general expression.

"You... don't leave!" Ning Fan bite his teeth and rushed. He is dead and his body has begun to cool.

"Big brother, then, I am gone... This jade is my squatting on the mountain, wearing it on my body, it is not cold..." The girl took a jade lock on her chest, still with her body temperature, in the hands of Ning Fan.

She sighed slyly, wiped her tears and left the hall.

"You call...what...name..." Ning Fan’s consciousness is getting lost.

"I... I am a paper crane..."

The girl couldn’t bear to turn around, and she said that she would have to leave the Cross Hall.

Big brother, is also dead, and one day, he will die. We are all bitter people.

Ning Fan's breath dissipated. Before the coma, there was only one feeling. His heart was finally no longer cold and there was a trace of warmth.

In the meantime, he raised an illusion, his palm, holding a jade lock, also very warm.

He made a short dream, in his dream, himself in a void in the shadow of a haze. In front of you, stood a fire monument. There are words on the tablet, but it is too dazzling and can't be seen clearly.

Immediately, he felt that his body seemed to be warming up.

The girl named A Paper Crane does not seem to lie to herself. This old jade lock seems to make people warm.

Ning Fan did not notice that the moment he was in a coma, the woman's body fluid in the palm of his hand and the man's yang essence were stained on the jade lock, causing the jade lock to emit a faint red light.

And the essence of his original dissipating is gradually recovering.

An ancient, sly chanting sounds from the jade lock.

"Xuanyin Jiebao, Yin and Yang lock, Tian is the wife, the land is the scorpion, the sage is the Ding furnace, the Yinyang Avenue, the combination of double repair..."

This voice has been echoing in Ning Fan’s mind for a long time. And his Ning Gongzi magic name will be written from today!

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