Unscrupulous Enchantress: The Young Miss Has Arrived!

However, such a move, for the death of God, is undoubtedly teasing him, touching his sensitive points, igniting a cluster of flames on him.

At that time, Lu Yiqian was still unaware that he was riding on the naked body.

The **** of death felt more like a group of electric flowers blowing up on him, with an unbearable incitement, he wanted to ask, why, why? Why is he, why would he want to throw his master down and hold it tightly in his arms? Of course, the best owner is also the same... light.

He felt very hot and seemed to be blasting, and only the owner's hand was ice to heal his heat. So, he took the owner's hand and put it on his chest. It was really comfortable, but the place where it was covered raised a larger heat flow. This is why?

The **** of death twisted into the lower body unbearably.

The body and the land are connected to each other, and a huge current is generated. It is like a thunderous fire that makes him dry and difficult to hold himself.

"Lord, Lord...Man." In the eyes of the **** of death, a trace of dark gold was drawn, and one of them was pressed under the body.

"What's the matter with you?" Forgive her, her understanding of OOXX is limited to a certain film.

The **** of death kissed her awkwardly, a little crazy, a little impatient.

The lips are always down, down...

"Master, are you ready?" The **** of death looked at her with dark gold.

Lu Yiqian felt that the death at the moment was very different, but where it was different, it could not be said.

"Ready... What?" I faintly feel that Death is going to do something, but she does not know what to do.

The owner asks to see his body, then the owner should be willing.

Death leaned down and kissed her under the collarbone.

A burst of painful pain spread to her limbs, but fortunately the pain was only a moment, and it was quick to go.

Under the collar bone of Lu Yiqian, there is a black, small, butterfly-like texture.

"Master, from now on, we have two lives and one life, you die and die, you die and die." The **** of death leaned over and kissed Lu Yiqian's chest. Why, when did she take off her clothes?

This is not the point. The point is what he just said? One life two? Isn't this too unfair to him, why is he doing this?

The feeling of being bitten in the front chest does not allow her to think more, her brain is a bit blunt, so it won’t be eaten like this.

The **** of death bit by a half, biting this bite, biting it, biting and biting, and the heart and body swaying more and more intense, but he does not know what to do next, he does not know, Lu Yiqian naturally does not know, The two then had big eyes and small eyes.

"Lord...owner." The **** of death called Lu Yuqian unbearably.

"Amount, this thing, need experience, I think." Lu Yiqian is very helpless, feels shameful, like the best of death, should be swallowed and eaten, but ... shameful, shameful, she will not.

The **** of death hugged Lu Qiqian sideways and forced himself to take a breathtaking current: "Master, you can learn to experience again."

Lu Yiqian: "..." Ok, she blushed.

This kind of thing, telling her where to learn, is it to follow?

This guy of death, the true thinking is different.

Don't talk, just kiss him.

The **** of death closed his eyes, and the master said that he should close his eyes when he kisses. He is very embarrassed.

The indoor atmosphere is very warm and harmonious, with hundreds of butterflies of death flying around them.

"Master, I have to go back."

"Yeah." Lu Yiqian said: "Go early and go back early."

The **** of death looked at Lu Yiqian deeply. At this time his eyes were already golden. He nodded. "Well."

The black clothes were automatically put back on him, and the sickle flew into his hands.

The cracks in the space were big, and the door to death slowly opened. Lu Qianqian saw that countless black gods were standing on both sides of the door, and they seemed to be welcoming the return of the king.

Death is walking on the butterfly of death, stepping in step by step, he dare not look back, he is afraid to turn back and can not help but stay.

He stepped into the country of death and the space cracks slowly closed.

The **** of death went home, but Lu Yiqian believed that he would come back. He was connected with her contract. He was with her and had two lives.

Just like white is the same as the life contract she has concluded, it is inseparable!

! Lu Hao violently ordered the silver to turn into boots and quickly surpassed the mansion.

At the same time, the explosion sounded behind her, and the red flame picked up behind her, so it was a little worse.

Just then, she felt that she was being stared at. The other person could hide this breath, but it was so strong when it broke out. Who is this kind of person?

"Big brother, this stinky girl is quite smart." A man in his thirties who had a face and a face was coming out of the darkness: "But no matter how you look, it is just a four-level master."

"Don't care." Another man said calmly.

The burning of the mansion shines brightly and faintly, reflecting the people in front of him, five men and two women, all of them are calm and unrecognizable, face strong, dressed in strength, and can not be ignored.

Lu Haoqian said: "Who are you?" She held the staff behind her, thought about it, threw the staff into the space bracelet, secretly ordered the red jin into a weapon, and the two-wing white horse prepared for the soul fit.

The staff is now her secret weapon. It is not necessary to use it. In addition, it is only possible to sharpen itself in times of distress. Otherwise, it will be too powerful to rely on powerful weapons and will not be able to progress.

The seven people's way, she can also guess that eighty-nine is not separated from ten, and now the most want to kill her is not the Song King and the Temple of Light. The pope likes to play, and the people who are sent must be white people, hypocrites. Then these few people must have been sent by Song Wang!

"Oh?" The voice calmly flies and appreciates Lu’s reaction. In the face of his strength far beyond his opponent, this woman can still be at risk and cautiously think about the coping strategy. If he is not standing next to the enemy, he is trying to applaud the woman and accept her as a disciple, but now, the more she is, the more they want to get rid of her.