Fast Traveling Cannon Fodder: Blackened Male God's Favorite

Chapter 165: The Palace Master's Unbridled Flirting (32)

The boy's tongue lightly licked her white teeth, pried open her teeth, and sprinted all the way, attacking the city, dexterously gliding through every place between her lips and teeth.

The ambiguous and tender long kiss almost made her surrender, unable to control her body, she could only slump softly in his arms.

He hugged her and walked from the outer room to the inner room, on the bed.

The lips parted for a long time, and the silver threads were shining.

The young man pursed his lips, his sexy Adam's apple slipped, restrained and seductive.

This scene is unexpectedly familiar, An Ning is slightly taken aback.

Suddenly, there was a bang in my mind, isn't this what she did to the little mute a long time ago?In order to save his life, the beauties tricked him into feeding him poison! ! !
An Ning pressed the tip of her tongue against her teeth apprehensively.

There is nothing left, her poison, what she hid...

What the hell, that's the only chance!

The little mute really let him go, and he still seduced him with masculinity!I am!
An Ning pointed at him and glared at him, "Little dumb you—, I—"

"Saint, I didn't kill Bai Mufeng." The young man pursed his lips tightly, and various emotions flashed in his black eyes.

There is worry, helplessness, full of pain, and it seems that there is self-blame for her.

Because I was afraid of her death, I removed all possible dangers;

Because she disregarded her wishes, she couldn't help but blame herself, feeling that she was wrong, but it had to be so.

He finally looked at her and asked softly, "You don't want to do stupid things, can you?"

The voice was hoarse and stiff, still slurring every single word as before.

He is nervous.

An Ning pursed her lips and snorted coldly, "Why do you think I would do something stupid?"

He clenched his fingertips and said seriously, "I can't take the risk." I can't lose you anymore.

But, it has nothing to do with Bai Mufeng, it's me who is going to die, I can't live, do you understand?

"Heh..." An Ning smiled again, so dazzlingly beautiful and heartbreakingly cold.

"I'll come to see you some other day." Qian Lin got up, her eyes flickered slightly, as if she didn't dare to touch her cold eyes again.

"Don't leave." An Ning stretched out her hand, tightly pinching his belt, not letting him back away.

There was a tinge of redness creeping up on the base of the boy's ears.

An Ning touched it with the other hand, narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Oh, it's very hot."

Fingers slid to his neck, faintly poking into his shirt.

The boy moved slightly, as if about to struggle.

An Ning pursed her lips, bullying her body, half hanging on him.

"My lord, what are you hiding?" The red lips breathed in his ears, and the tip of his tongue licked lightly, "You were not like that back then." A playful arc curled up at the corner of his mouth, "Heh... always innocent She's doing very... Meng Lang's things innocently."

"That day in the icy world..." The boy's eyes changed slightly, and his voice almost came out of his throat.

An Ning just smiled, raised her fingers, pulled off his belt, and slowly opened his clothes, just like she did back then.

The boy's heart was beating like a drum, and his handsome face was stained with blush.

Attractive color.

He stopped looking at her, but An Ning didn't let him.

The slender and white fingers caressed his abdominal muscles, brushing past them ambiguously, making his skin tremble slightly, and his breathing intensified.

He still tilted his head.

An Ning kissed him tenderly.

From bottom to top, bite the collarbone and slide over the Adam's apple.

His body gradually stiffened, tensed, and burned like fire.

Finally, I couldn't help myself, ready to go.

"Heh..." An Ning smiled with satisfaction, leaning over to press down...

There was an involuntary sultry whisper between the lips and teeth, very light, very light.

The red lips stopped at the corners of his lips, and he smiled lightly, "That day, in the icy world, nothing happened to us."

An Ning lowered her head, kissed his lips, and whispered charmingly as if bewitching, "My lord, are you satisfied?"

"Saint, lie to me?" The hoarse voice overflowed from the young man's tightly pressed lips, which was the result of life and death.

It's really distressing to be so sensitive and fragile.

But, little dumb, you are on the verge of breaking out now, can you bear the fate of offending me?

"Yes, my lord." An Ning stopped moving, smiled silently, and did not answer.

Qian Lin finally turned her head to look at her, her eyes, her face, and her pursed lips.

She was gloating, quite proud of herself.

But that frown, smile, look, yell, and word, as long as it is her, they all have a natural charm that seduces his heart and soul.

Qian Lin clasped the back of her head, and the invisible sword energy lingered around her and penetrated into her clothes.

The sudden chill hit, and An Ning couldn't help shivering.

wow——

The white clothes shattered into powder and floated down like flying snow.

It feels strange to feel warm while being suddenly cold.

An Ning lowered her eyes, and suddenly realized that she had also been stripped clean, and she couldn't help being speechless.

When did this happen!Didn't you see him make a move? !
"Heh..." The young man's thin lips lifted, his smile was shallow, and her expression at the moment was reflected in his dark pupils.

He turned over and pinned her down.

He lowered his head and kissed those intoxicating lips.

An off-string arrow is as powerful as a broken bamboo.

Stir a pool of spring water, and make a lifetime of joy.

He has long been fascinated by her, not from this moment, nor will it end from this moment.

He was born to be manipulated by others, and he lived because of her.

After falling in love, her heart died because of her, and she revived because of her.

The saint thought, could he continue to endure?

I can't...

My beloved--

"I didn't mean to lie to you, I didn't mean to lie to you at all." An Ning was tormented to tears, pushing him weakly with both hands, and struggling limply.

Of course, the consequences are obvious, she was...

An Ning blinked, and shed a few more tears.It's none of her business, is this body useless?
It can't go on like this!

An Ning decided to regain morale.

"Tell me, what will happen if they find out that the new Palace Master will stay overnight at the Saintess' Palace?" An Ning curled her lips, her brows and eyes slightly curved, and her smile was full of teasing and threats, "If they know, the Palace Master they respect...is real What if the identity is just a murderous sword fed by forbidden techniques in Binglin Villa?"

"I don't care." The boy's voice was hoarse.

"I only care about what will happen to the saint." He lowered his head, and the voice came faintly.

what--

Little dumb you bastard!

Slightly crushing and whispering...

Finally, steal a moment of free time.

The corners of An Ning's eyes twitched, and he smiled sarcastically, "Heh, the Killing Sword is really extraordinary, full of vigor, I'm very satisfied..." The last three words are very serious.

The young man opened his lips, raised his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Is the saint really satisfied?"

"Then I'm relieved." He stroked her cheek again and smiled slightly.

Those words sounded hoarse and low, with a very seductive voice.

……

An Ning never imagined that one day she would be raped! ! ——Dizzy, and it’s not an act.

Uncomfortable, unbearable, what's the difference between tearing her up!
An Ning moved her body, her whole body seemed to be falling apart, unable to move at all.

What was even more speechless was that she was still held in someone's arms.

Inseparable.

(End of this chapter)