I can't believe it's you every time [Quick Transmigration]

"Oh, Pocket Princess, come and see, the apples are hanging on the branches here, and the sweet smell fills the tip of my nose." The voice of praise sounded, and a white and tender hand supported Yan Zi's tall apple.

No pain pain!Under the twisting of that hand, Yan Zigao felt a sore pain from the top of his head all over his body.

Just when he felt that he was about to die in this pain, a gentle and beautiful voice appeared and saved him: "Let it go. Such a lovely apple should not be the food in our mouths."

This strange tone of voice is really frightening.

Fortunately, he didn't have to die young, let alone become food in the mouth of the little girl.This is thanks to the fair-skinned petite and lovely pocket princess for rescue.

After the two girls left, the resentment that Yan Zigao was forced to rescue the princess was much less, and he began to think about how to complete the task as soon as possible - turning the girl with two legs into a princess with a fish tail.

However, there is always one thing that interrupts his thinking!In fact, it's nothing, but he can't stop his delicate body from shaking...

Yan Zigao never imagined that he would have the opportunity to deeply and vividly feel "the heights are too cold".

He trembled at least twenty times within an hour of accidentally turning into an apple.Whenever there was a cool wind blowing in the orchard, he would tremble uncontrollably into epilepsy.

Of course, this is thanks to the delicate twigs that hang him.

"Can we discuss something?" Trying to control his body, Yan Zigao decided to have a telepathy with a tree that couldn't speak, "Please don't keep shaking like epilepsy, please."

A gust of wind blew by, only the leaves kept shaking, and no sound responded to him.

"I was wrong. For a moment, I thought you could understand me." Yan Zigao continued to shake his head resignedly, his stomach was full of acid, like morning sickness, but what he spit out should be sweet juice.

However, the premise is that he has a mouth that can be used to spit.

Suddenly an old voice appeared in his mind: "You are the 108th apple who discussed this matter with me, but I'm sorry, because 'the wind blows the trees move' is a law of nature."

The big tree gave him a good explanation.

"*natural law!"

Before he finished speaking, the bird that had been waiting for an opportunity flew over his head, leaving behind a lump of poop, and finally fulfilled its wish of making trouble.

The sweet and smooth skin is stained with disgusting bird droppings, and there is no way to wipe it off. It is really the worst thing of the year, bar none!

However, soon another "law of nature" broke his worst record of the year-in an instant, the torrential rain fell on the entire fruit forest, and the rain began to kiss Yan Zigao's whole body from the top of his head, with cool The water tongue licked his chest and buttocks, leaving him no sexual rights.

What a fuck!

When night fell, the downpour slowly stopped, and Yan Zigao didn't have the energy to complain at all, and hung sickly and wet on the branch.

Before he could catch his breath, he felt a huge suction coming from the ground under his buttocks, and he looked down at the same height.

Before he could figure out what was going on, his round body suddenly fell sharply...

Do apples fall naturally when they are ripe?Whether it was or not, there was no Newton to catch him in the empty orchard now.

Yan Zigao resigned to his fate and closed his eyes, enjoying the last moment of his life before his body was smashed. He never thought that he would die like this in this life.

How useless!If he dies and leaves without hands, feet, head, or anything, then he will enter the author's dream and murder him!

The expected pain of death did not come, but his upturned butt was smashed to death. Yan Zigao opened his eyes, and he was facing the tender green grass.

Blinking his eyes in disbelief, he felt itchy on his face, subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to wipe off the raindrops on his eyelashes, unexpectedly he did it!

Yan Zigao's eyes widened and he turned his hands over and over several times.The white skin appeared at the corner of his eyes, and he quickly looked down, only to see a youthful body sitting on the ground, moist and smooth from the rain, extremely alluring.

And those slender and beautiful long legs, it's hard to put it down.

Yan Zigao stroked his body excitedly. Although touching his naked body was very vulgar, he was really, really happy!

tm is finally normal!It's not a big apple, and it's not a fish tail anymore, it's a real person!

If someone enters the orchard now, or the fruit grower walks out from the wooden house not far away, he will see a beautiful young man sitting on the ground with naked body, his wet body looks even more crystal clear and white, and transparent water drops run down his cheeks. The chin slid down to the body, like an angel walking out of a church mural, so beautiful and clean.

It's just that the angel's movements must be ignored - he was tearing up, he bent his knees, stroked his whole body with his slender hands, and kissed his thigh with his lips.

The actions are bold, unscrupulous, and the charm revealed inadvertently is almost three points deeper than the devil who specializes in seducing people.

"It's really a dissolute apple." A slightly hoarse man's voice sounded in the empty orchard.

Yan Zigao recovered from the narcissism in an instant, propped up his body, hid behind the tree trunk, and looked around, but found no one nearby.

Thinking about it carefully, the voice was slightly familiar.Yan Zigao leaned against the tree trunk, raised his head, closed his eyes and searched in his mind, when suddenly his lips were licked by something warm and soft!

He opened his eyes in horror, and there was nothing on the dark side except the intricate tree trunks.

He remembered where he had heard that voice before, wasn't it the voice of Qiao Sen with a paralyzed face!

He could hear the voice of a paralyzed face here, and his lips were kissed, or maybe licked by the man's tongue, so there are only two possibilities—either Qiao Sen came here, or watched him through some magic weapon. Follow him!

"Damn you, Mensao!" Yan Zi cursed in a low voice.No matter what the possibility is, it can be seen that the old man who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years is flouting!

Yan Zigao thought that he would not get an answer, but he heard low laughter coming from his ears, and his ears became hot uncontrollably.I have to admit that the voice of the old man who is not talkative and has facial paralysis is very nice, and he will get pregnant after listening to it.

Angrily, Yan Zigao reached out and pulled some leaves, squatting on the ground, with his white back leaning against the trunk, awkwardly making a grass skirt for himself.He is going to rescue the sweet little princess who was abused by her stepmother.

From the twilight of the sky until the sky was pitch black and the rain stopped falling, he managed to finish his first grass skirt in several lifetimes. After putting it on exhaustedly, he ran to the fruit farmer's wooden house with a clear goal—to steal clothes.

After all, if you don't have exhibitionism, you really can't do such a stupid thing as wearing a grass skirt that is useless to see a pure little girl.

When entering the room through the window, he accidentally exposed his tender buttocks and chrysanthemums several times. Yan Zigao's neck and ears were so red that they could bleed. He always felt that the bt patriarch was still watching him somewhere, even when he accidentally When he was gone, he could still hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

Such an illusion is simply terrifying!

Yan Zigao, whose constant hypnosis was just a hallucination, almost fell off the window in the next moment, with his face facing the room and his buttocks facing out, he felt a hand pinching his buttocks, could it be an illusion?

"Get out!" Yan Zigao turned his head to face the air behind, warning in a low voice with a blushing face.

The feeling on his butt disappeared in the next moment, and after he breathed a sigh of relief, he quickly turned over and entered the room, stooped to the fruit grower's closet, and opened the closet door lightly.He was overjoyed to finally see the clothes worn by humans.

Yan Zigao stretched out his hands tremblingly towards the coarse clothes, but just when his fingers were about to touch them, there was a 'chi la' sound, the coal lamp was lit, and the dark room became bright.

"who?"

The sound of footsteps gradually approaching from behind, Yan Zigao closed his sore eyes, lamented his rough fate, then turned around silently, wanting to confess and be lenient, he was ready to speak - describing himself as a poor boy lost in the orchard , and then... the clothes were scratched, so I wore a grass skirt.

What a far-fetched reason!Who would take off their clothes and choose to weave or wear grass skirts if their clothes are scratched?I also took off my underwear~

It takes how perverted and stupid to do it.

But it was too late to think of other reasons, so I had to be casual.

Yan Zi lowered his eyes, and when he turned around, he could predict the way the fruit farmer looked at him, not too far from looking at a fool.

He didn't even dare to turn his head, and when he shrank his shoulders pitifully and was about to speak, a very, very embarrassing thing happened. No one in the room spoke for a while, and even his breathing became much lighter.

At that moment just now, the grass skirt around Yan Zigao's waist fell off...

fell down...

down...

Yan Zigao, who was a birdie, wanted a bayonet and committed suicide by disemboweling himself!

Suddenly a heavy breath sprayed on Yan Zigao's face, causing him to shake his arms. After feeling that the atmosphere was not right, he raised his red face and was instantly stunned.

Although the man on the opposite side was wearing a coarse cloth shirt, he had a tall and powerful body, extremely handsome facial features, a calm and introverted aura, and the aura of being in the top position for a long time. He was a man who made any prince or king very inferior.

This person is so shocking and familiar!We met twice in one day.

Yan Zigao's feet were unsteady, and he staggered back.

And this extraordinary man lowered his sword eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and approached step by step, until Yan Zigao was unable to retreat, and his heels rested on the wardrobe, that man also stopped.

"Who are you?" The man asked in a low voice.

Even the voice is exactly the same!

But Yan Zigao turned a deaf ear, his pupils dilated, and he yelled in disbelief: "Qiao Sen?!"