The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

The charming waves are shining, which seems to be provocative.

In other words, it was provocative.

"—work hard on me, dear."

40% 41% 42%

The sync rate starts to jump up and down.

The turbulent, violent energy like a tide began to emerge continuously.

Excessive.

too much

Something like this.

It's just too much.

Deliberately borrowing a debt of 500 years.

In that way, suppressing and crushing oneself.

Obviously, 500 years ago, it was myself who took the initiative more often.

So

Su Shu decided.

Give the witch a little lesson.

Respond to her with the roughest and most violent movements.

Take advantage of the time when the witch's defense is weakest.

The black-haired young man took her arm, raised her neck high, and whispered softly in her ear.

"My wife.

"You're spying on me.

"Actually, I discovered it when I was five years old."

"Goo?!"

The witch was holding the winning ticket, and she squinted her eyes slightly, appearing to be indulging in enjoyment.

In an instant, it became as if drunk from drinking, and a large blushing red spread out——

"Every time I take a bath, I have to endure your coveted eyes.

"Practice magic under the tree, but also work hard to strengthen your mind.

"Where did my clothes go? Wife, would you like to answer this question?"

"cough--?!"

"So, don't ask for forgiveness.

"I want to fill up the vacancy of 500 years for you."

With the magic circuit implanted in the nerves, the "Sian Weistan" is filled up in an instant, and it is activated at full power.

In the blushing of the witch's extreme embarrassment.

The black-haired young man held her face and crushed her under the violent wind and rain named "Su Shu".

Between panic and shame.

Even the barrier of sound insulation can no longer be maintained.

wheel

Grinding with the track.

The luxurious carriage kept shaking.

The magic eye collects trains, and the sound insulation of the room is undoubtedly very good.

But it couldn't resist, the women present all had keen senses.

The intertwining sound of the mouth and mouth;

The rustling of clothes on the floor;

Like the sound of a cork being opened from a wine bottle;

Like the warm applause of enthusiastic audience facing a wonderful drama——

The girls who leaned against the bedroom door and listened to the corner were blushing, their legs became weak for a while, and they couldn't help but slumped to the ground.

A woman named Scarlet of Pain.

Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the swaying crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Aozaki Chengzi: "Damn it."

What is forcing movement.

In Weber and Melvin's awkward yet polite smiles.

Cang Qi Cheng Zi sat in front of the bar of the private wine cabinet and silently lit a cigarette.

Dry land.

passionate singing.

A Quartet of Lost Dogs.

There is a river flowing in this world, but it is not located in my heart.

There is a wonderful drama being staged slowly, but I have no way to participate in it, or even witness it.

Like a total, outsider.

No one needs to be reminded.

They are all aware of this fact.

I lost myself

——Completely, lost.

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P and small theater are not included in the number of texts, and no money is charged.

6K5, it's really not that uncle is dying, okay?

After a long time, I went down to the sea a little bit, and I dare not write too long

One question is about the title of Morgan's "wife".

Uncle has actually considered this for a long time.

"Husband" and "wife" are official translations, but they are called out strangely.

Calling him by his first name didn't seem close enough.

Honey?sweetheart?Darling?Tsk

After a lot of consideration, "wife" is a barely passable choice.

Originally wanted to give Morgan an endearing nickname or something.

But in Alvin's capacity, taking a nickname seemed too frivolous, so he finally gave up.

I don't know if you have any better suggestions.

There are two more chapters with new simulations.

Please everyone, don't writhe like maggots on the bed

II: "You lost, but I haven't lost yet."

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"Some people lost at the beginning, but only buried now."

"The light of my life. The fire of my lust. My sin. My soul."

"The Uncrowned Queen, Her Name Is"

Chapter 9 Miss Morgan, you won't keep winning (1W1)

Wearing a messy coat.

Su Shu walked out tremblingly from the bedroom in the carriage, leaning on the wall, and closed the door.

Outside the window of the train, it is already twilight.

Night is approaching.

The last afterglow before the setting sun falls, splashes on the end of the wilderness and mountains, coating the distant horizon with a layer of dim yellow and gorgeous thin light.

just

——Why is the sun green?

Su Shu rubbed his eye sockets.

That's right, it's still green to black

Could it be that the solar eclipse is not over yet?

"—No, it's just because you need to replenish water.

""Severe water shortage" will cause dry eyeballs, and then there may be hallucinations, tree. "

It was as if he could see through his heart.

Accompanied by the familiar, steady and reliable voice of a man, it rang out beside him.

A glass of clear boiled water was then handed to Su Shu.

"So let's add some water first?"

Looking at the slight ripples in the water glass.

With dry lips, the black-haired young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

He took the water glass.

Su Shu turned his eyes away, and looked at the Second King beside him in a daze.

There was a subtle yet polite smile on Weber's face.

"Thank you, teacher--"

"You don't have to thank me. As a teacher, it is right to care about the physical and mental health of your disciples."

Is this healthy?

It can only be said that he is not dead.

Almost being literally squeezed dry.

Looking at the haggard and haggard face of his disciple, which is rare to see.

Weber Velvet couldn't help but feel the long-lost sigh.

When Mingming was studying in the clock tower, Shu, he always looked energetic, humble and gentle.

Every moment, people can only feel his aura like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

always amazing

Wonderful idea.

Forever seems like an indefatigable energy.