Legend of the Asura

"Brother..." With a bang, oh, a pair of slippery jade arms are ringing around his neck.

The wind smirked and smiled back and hugged Feng Yao: "Just got the game?"

"Well!... Brother, are you looking at the post about Shura? This person I often hear from people, seems to be the most powerful person in the whole game." Feng Yaofu on his brother's back, said softly.

"Yes, it is a very powerful person, not only powerful, but also tall and mighty, Yushu Linfeng, temperament, smart and wise, and imposing, as if the gods are down..." The wind is blowing, making a big shot and shooting yourself The darkness is endless.

"Oh... my brother, that Shura will not be you!"

"..."

"Because my brother has never boasted a person except himself. Moreover, I suspected that the first place is my brother, because no matter what I do, my brother will be a little unhappy if I don't get the first place, let alone my My brother has always been the most powerful in the whole world." The handsome autumn water reveals a smile and worship. Her understanding of her brother is better than herself.

"Ha ha ha ha..." The wind turned and picked up Feng Yao, let her sit in her arms: "My Yao children are not only immortal, but also intelligent and unparalleled... Well, of course, your brother is also rare in heaven. There is absolutely nothing on the ground, and I am barely matched with my Yao Yao."

Finally, the wind is no longer okay to find a way to keep mystery with his sister, and slowly tell the various adventures in the game to Feng Yao, countless incredible, countless encounters, and listen to Feng Yao. Sometimes it is squeaky, sometimes the mouth is made into a cute "o" type.

"Well! It's really my best brother!" Feng Yao's eyes are full of obsession and worship.

Feng Yao has always been beautiful. Against the backdrop of the lights, the beautiful jade face became more and more charming, and it looked like the wind was blowing.

Hearing the more and more heavy breathing of the wind, Feng Yao smiled softly, and the fragrant | buttocks slightly moved, and the white jade arms lightly wrapped around his neck.

Feng Yao only wore a **** dress, and the entire embossed body was bent into a undulating curve of the soul. The chest was thick and the waist was thin. This situation should have been fragrant and beautiful. However, Feng Yao’s face was incomparably quiet at this time, making the whole body covered in a layer of serenity and holiness.

The wind felt that the blood of the whole body seemed to have come out. He raised his hands and gently pushed up the top and the cup of Feng Yao. Both hands held the pair of plump and tall beauty|milk, gently twitching. stand up.

"Ah! Brother...!" Feng Yao's whisper is like a nightmare, so he can't even understand himself. Then a pair of small hands gently rubbed the windy cheeks, and suddenly, she raised her small face and opened the cherry mouth, gently spit out the pink delicate tongue, bite the popular mouth, spit the small tongue into the wind and mouth. . Staggered.

"Hey!" Feng Yao is like a nightmare, a lot of sweet and sweet in the mouth. Liquid is also left in the wind and mouth without any scruples. I feel that my abundance is caught by the wind. I have become a variety of shapes. The lower body was hot, and the two ** were tightly twisted together. But a bad hand that feels awkward is sneaking into her skirt and inserting it in the middle of her two tight thighs, trying to squeeze a gap there.

"Brother is still so bad!" Feng Yao hearted, shyly opened two plump and slender thighs...

After a gust of wind and rain, the wind struggled to get down from the windy legs. The powerlessness of the legs made her almost stand still. Feng Yao shyly said, "Brother is going to sleep!" Drilled into the bathroom.

Looking at the back of Feng Yao's charming charm, the wind forced to suppress the evil fire that was about to be out of control, and could not help but smile.

Committed to the first, he still can't really want Feng Yao.

This is a terrible torture.

In the silent night, only the sound of the water from the bathroom, the faint fragrance still exudes its own charm. The wind and the eyes closed silently and felt the warmth of family and lover.

The sound of the bathroom gradually subsided, and the wind was too lazy to take a shower, and returned directly to his room. His room was next to Yao's.

The beauty of the bathing exudes the charm of the weeping ghosts, Feng Yao gently caressing the slightly moist hair, comes to the front of the windy room, affixes to the door and gently says "brother good night", then like the ethereal The fairy floated back to his room.

Your own home is always the warmest.

It would be better if my brother would sleep as if he were a child.

If the wind knows that Feng Yao’s thoughts are definitely screaming, holding the favorite Yao’s sleep, and not tossing and forbearing, it’s just that the feeling of being able to touch and touch can be more uncomfortable than killing him.

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The morning is always on the second day, bringing the city to the same brightness and joy as the night.

When it was slightly bright, Feng Yao opened his eyes and habitually touched his pillow. He felt that it was wet. She shook her head with some helplessness.

For three years, wake up every day, my pillow will be inexplicably wet, as if she has tears that will never flow. Sometimes I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, only to find that I was already in tears, and my heart seemed to be blocked. I was so sad that she was crying out.

Taking care of the messy hair, Feng Yao put on a large sunhat and gently walked out of the house.

The wind climbed up and took off the inertia of the inertia with chaos, and got up and came to the living room.

"Yao should be ready for breakfast."

The door was opened and Feng Yao’s figure appeared at the door, with breakfast in his hand.

"Brother, you are up." Feng Yao floated like a butterfly to his brother.

"Go to buy breakfast so early." Looking at the breakfast in Feng Yao's hand, revealing the money: "What is this?"

"Wheat porridge, eat it quickly. What else do you want to eat?" Feng Yao's eyes are full of concern and love.

"Nothing else, you know that I don't need to eat too much." The wind took over the breakfast, and the heart was warm and embarrassed, and started to eat with his head down.

Feng Yao smiled and turned and walked into his brother's room and began to lean over.

The wind did not go to help, nor did she call her to eat first, because he knew that the result would only be pushed out by her gentle. He has become accustomed to the slightly overbearing gentleness of Feng Yao.

Feng Yao finished everything, and then had breakfast with her brother.

After the death of the righteous father, they lived together and repeated this kind of warmth between the brother and sister and the lover.

For four years, since I dropped out of school in Beijing University, I rarely went out, let alone go out to work, and the righteous father did not leave a legacy, but they never lost money, even after the death of the righteous father. Villa.

Feng Yao never asks where his brother’s money comes from. Her trust and attachment to her brother has been blindly incorrigible.

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