Mixed Miners

For the chief big wife who has always been unable to block the brain hole, Yang Ling has become accustomed to it, but for this unobstructed scene, she still started to give Yunxiao a step to explain the fusion compass wizard.

Because there is a ready-made example of Gao Wenfeng's successful integration, Yang Ling has carefully said all the experiences he has exchanged with Gao Wenfeng. All the women in the house are listening quietly, because maybe in a few days, everyone will have the opportunity to integrate the compass elves. Be mentally prepared in advance.

After an hour passed, Yang Ling repeatedly groaned, until all the clouds were remembered, Yang Ling would release the silkworms in the space rules, and at the moment of release, the silkworms were ready to drill into the scattered cockroaches again. Go in.

This kind of golden cockroach is actually manifested by the power of time rules. Once the worms are drilled in, they are basically not on the same timeline as Yangling, that is, they are staggered from reality and appear different in the same place. Time period, and at that time, a group of Yangling people may not be in the living room, even if they are, they may not know the origin of this bug and give up the arrest or simply react, but they will be slipped by the insects.

In short, the time rule is the most difficult to control rule, with very different attributes, and this silkworm has been able to use it skillfully, so Yang Ling saw at first glance that this silkworm is different, once it merges, Maybe you have the ability to control time rules.

Yang Ling's fingers gently moved forward again. A rune emerged from the silkworms. The golden dragonfly was instantly settled by the runes. The silkworms arched in the runes and arched them like a headless fly. But how can it not be drilled into the shackles, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Ling puts the spiritual power into the silkworms of consciousness.

"砰~" With a golden light blasting, a copper-sized compass condenses.

"Clouds, start!"

At the same time as Yang Ling spoke, the slightly pale face of Yunxiao showed a trace of perseverance. A half-meter-high green tree appeared on his body, and then a delicate branch sticked out to the compass and slowly shrank into the body. Go in.

However, it is obvious that Yang Ling overestimated the mental strength and consciousness of Yunxiao, or she did not have any experience in releasing her mental strength. After a few seconds, the compass could not be dragged into the consciousness space by the small tree, and it began to collapse. Yunxiao’s body is already sweating and pale and terrible.

Seeing that this fusion test will fail, Yang Ling sighs in his heart, holding the dead horse as a living horse doctor's mentality, and the consciousness falls on the green tree of the sky. I didn't expect it to be completely unobstructed and small tree. Incorporating together, Yang Ling felt the existence of the compass at a glance. Under the great joy, the spiritual power poured into the small tree. The space shook slightly, the small tree disappeared, and the compass disappeared without a trace.

Yunxiao closed his eyes and fell softly. Yang Ling quickly hugged her in her arms, while at the same time her consciousness fell into her consciousness space, and her spiritual power was still inputting a communication compass.

"咔咔咔咔~"

The small compass constantly turns in the space of consciousness of the clouds, like a golden sun shining on a small space, and the above one runes are constantly lit. Under the support of Yang Ling’s huge spiritual power, a large amount of information is continuously released from the runes. Out of the mind and Yang Ling's consciousness intertwined, but also in the cloud of consciousness, but the cloud has almost stunned at this time.

Yunxiao’s consciousness space is too narrow, and it is constantly shaking under the impact of such a complicated stream of consciousness. Even the sprouting saplings keep vibrating, and Yang Ling does not dare to care. He has to slow down the speed of fusion and keep typing. Spirituality constantly expands the size of her consciousness space.

In the process, Yang Ling is also immersed in the continuous understanding of these stream of consciousness information, which actually contains two natural magic, one called time 涟漪, one called the elf butterfly dance, and finally figured out the gold through the compass spirit The secret of the compass.

Over the past eight days, under the support of Yang Ling's solid consciousness and huge spiritual strength, the golden compass that was supposed to collapse was completely blended perfectly by the clouds, and a golden compass shadow emerged behind her head.

The long eyelashes of Yunxiao jumped a few times, and then the closed eyes slowly opened. At this time, the breath on her body became very ethereal, and it seemed to have a very light feeling.

A man sat on the sofa with a strong arm holding her tightly, and her legs were wrapped around the man's waist like a tree vine. Under the buttocks, she felt a hot and firm thing. The top is in the softest place of your own.

"Well~~" Yunxiao suddenly felt weak, his cheeks were like blood, his ears were like fire, and he couldn’t help but make a soft sigh, and then he couldn’t restrain the emotions that had suppressed for many years, holding the man’s face. Open your mouth and kiss it.

When Yang Ling opened his eyes, he saw a gorgeous face, and a small mouth that swallowed slightly. Before he could react, he was blocked by a small mouth. Then a lilac tongue opened his teeth with great oysters. At the same time, a slightly trembling hand slowly touched between his legs.

"..."

After a short period of loss, Yang Ling’s mind reappeared what Han Xue said: They have long been deeply rooted in you... you are their husband, lover and hero!

Feel the heart of the woman in the arms, and the unparalleled movements ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yang Ling's inner inexplicable incitement, and then no longer control their emotions, a pair of big hands began in women's Gently stroked on the back, the big mouth began to cater to guide the soft little tongue, the woman was stimulated by him, the mood was even hotter, the body was constantly shaking and twisting, Yang Ling stood up with the woman, and the body appeared in the blink of an eye. Inside a clean bedroom, then gently put the woman on the bed.

"Cloud, can you be my woman?"

The woman nodded her eyes with her eyes closed, her hands clenching his neck tightly, and two lines of tears came out from the corners of his eyes and slipped down the white cheeks.

It is said that acacia is a kind of bitterness, but it is more painful to torture if you can't fall in love.

The two have known each other for more than ten years in reality, and the space for compasses is more than ten years. If they are not long-lived each other, I am afraid that an ordinary woman has already lost her youth and has been dead for more than 30 years. The pain of the field is full of pains.

Acquaintance, mutual understanding, love, and obedience.

Waiting hard, finally at this moment, she felt unparalleled happiness and satisfaction.

This god-like man finally accepted her.

The thick acacia is like a volcanic eruption at the moment, kissing, touching, breathing, entangled with each other, can't wait to be completely integrated with each other, and then never separate, no longer separate from each other.

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