There are always so many sexes every day

The next day, Song Huanhuan and his party got up early.

At the foot of the mountain, there are two carriages and five horses.

Song Huanhuan looked at Huang Ying, then at the little assassin, thinking that he understood that Huang Ying would go out with her, and that the little assassin could follow, but he couldn't understand, although he was very happy in his heart.

The little assassin looked at Song Huanhuan, opened his mouth and made a mouth shape: I'll talk when I have time~

Song Huanhuan nodded.

Murong Ang stepped between the two of them and got into the carriage with no expression on his face. Song Huanhuan shrugged and followed along with Huang Ying. The little assassin sat in the carriage with luggage at the back.

Thirteen was still driving the carriage, and the four black-clothed guards, two at the front and two at the back, surrounded the carriage.

When the carriage started to run, Song Huanhuan smirked, the young master is going to wander the rivers and lakes, Ou Ye~

Half an hour later, Song Huanhuan lay powerlessly on the soft blanket, feeling extremely sad. He forgot that he was a master who would faint even in a carriage!

Huang Ying covered her mouth and snickered beside her, looking at Song Huanhuan's pale and weak look who had been jumping around, it really relieved her hatred!Let you be lazy at ordinary times, let's get retribution now.

Murong Ang was not surprised, he read the book by himself.

An hour later, Song Huanhuan was drowsy due to the swaying of the carriage, and when he was about to fall asleep, the carriage jolted, and Song Huanhuan knocked his head against the wall of the carriage.

Song Huanhuan woke up instantly, clutching her head and howling.

Huang Ying choked back her laughter and trembled all over, and finally couldn't help turning around and laughing silently, even Murong Ang curled the corners of her mouth.

Song Huanhuan felt grief and indignation in his heart, he knew that he was a bitch used to entertain the public!

The world is really cold~ Song Huanhuan thought sadly that his fragile heart was hurt by Murong Ang and Huang Ying's ridicule, and he held his breath and said, "Xiaobai is too lonely behind, I'd better go and accompany him."

Murong Ang's face turned cold instantly, but seeing Song Huanhuan's pale face, he finally agreed.

So Song Huan happily rolled from the high-end luxury carriage in front into the simple pony carriage in the back.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, I came to play with you..." Song Huanhuan, who finally got rid of Murong Ang, was very jumpy.

The little assassin was very strange: "Why are you here?"

"I see you are alone, I'm afraid you will be lonely, so I come to accompany you hahaha..." Absolutely don't mention ugly things!

The little assassin smiled, showing his cute little canine teeth.

Song Huanhuan thought how cute this child was~

The carriage was a little dizzy, Song Huanhuan simply lay on the little assassin, and asked: "I haven't asked you yet, why did you follow? You are not in good health yet, it is not good to go out now."

The little assassin changed his posture so that Song Huanhuan could lean more comfortably, and then said, "I don't know, but the elder brother who drove the carriage in front asked me to follow."

"Brother Thirteen?" Song Huanhuan raised his eyebrows.

How can I smell the flavor of JQ from this sentence.

The little assassin nodded: "He has been taking care of me when you're not around. Brother Thirteen is a good man."

Song Huanhuan looked at the little assassin speechlessly. Was this guy really an assassin?Why is it so simple?Others may have ulterior motives when they treat you well, except for him, of course.

The two got together and chatted, but in fact, the two of them had nothing to say, they were both people who had never seen the world, so what do you expect them to say?

So, the guards riding on big horses outside the carriage listened to what came from inside the carriage from time to time, what happened to a man with a big hole in his buttocks the day before yesterday, what saw an elder get his beard pulled out the day before yesterday, what oriole wore A tacky bellyband with big flowers...

The big brother guard was shrouded in black lines.

But it didn't take long for Song Huanhuan to settle down, twisting her buttocks and moving around.

"What's wrong with you?" The little assassin was worried when he saw his complexion.

Song Huanhuan bared her teeth: "This carriage makes my butt hurt..."

Little Assassin: "..."

Song Huanhuan couldn't be blamed. He had never been in a carriage before wearing it. After wearing it, he sat in a high-end and luxurious carriage. The blankets under it were all kinds of soft, so although it was still uncomfortable, it was not as painful as it is now.

It's just a little wagon for luggage, can you expect it to have cushions and blankets under it?

The little assassin said: "Why don't you lie on your stomach?"

Song Huanhuan nodded.

The little assassin found some thin blankets from the luggage and threw them on the carriage, letting Song Huanhuan lie down.

Song Huanhuan rubbed against the blanket, finally feeling a bit more comfortable.

"Xiaobai, rub your waist for me. I've always felt sore all over recently." Song Huanhuan didn't know how to write the words "Keep an inch" at all, and ordered the little assassin without any pressure.

"Huh? But I won't..."

Song Huanhuan smiled and said, "Just give me a little rubbing, and it will be fine in a while."

The little assassin compromised.

"Well... so comfortable..."

"Ah~ a little to the left..."

"Hiss...a bit to the right...that's..."

Song Huanhuan's voice was rippling. If you didn't know, you might think you were doing something you couldn't say.

Song Huanhuan was relieved, but the people in front were unlucky.

When Song Huanhuan groaned for the first time, Murong Ang broke off a corner of the small table.

Huang Ying moved her body and pretended not to see it.

Thus, the poor little table died under Murong Ang's unconsciousness and Huang Ying's willful neglect.

Huang Ying: "..."

Murong Ang took the handkerchief Huang Ying handed over to wipe his hands, and said calmly, "Pack up your things."

"Yes." Huang Ying swiftly cleaned up the debris, then glanced at Murong Ang, who looked cloudy and uncertain, and whispered: "Master, I need to call Ming Huan

are you coming? "

Murong Ang was silent, and nodded after a while: "Go."

Huang Ying jumped out of the carriage more swiftly, lifted Song Huanhuan's collar, and when the latter was dumbfounded and did not respond, she threw her into the carriage in front, and changed to the carriage behind by herself.

Little Assassin: "..."

Huang Ying rolled her eyes: "What are you looking at?"

The little assassin whispered: "Do men and women kiss each other..."

Huang Ying was very calm: "Don't worry, I won't mess with you."

Little Assassin: "..."

Song Huanhuan fell at Murong Ang's feet, the two stared at each other.

After staring for a long time, Song Huanhuan compromised first, rubbed his sore eyes, and sat up.

"Hmm... Hierarch, what do you want me to do?"

Murong Ang suddenly raised his hand to pinch Song Huanhuan's chin, expressionless: "The barking just now sounds nice, do you like it so much?"

"Huh?" Song Huanhuan's jaw hurt from being pinched, and he couldn't understand Murong Ang's words. What do you mean...it sounds nice?

Murong Ang was not waiting for Song Huanhuan to understand the meaning of his words, anyway, the final understanding was far from the meaning of his words.

Murong Ang was furious in his heart, of course, he would not admit that he was jealous!How could he be jealous because of a servant?

The arrogant leader sneered in his heart.

Murong Ang's eyes were deep, and he pulled Song Huanhuan to his eyes, "Tear--" the new clothes Song Huanhuan had just put on turned into rags.

Song Huanhuan's eyes widened. What's going on... What's going on?

Murong Ang whispered in Song Huanhuan's ear: "Since you like to bark so much, then I will let you bark as much as you want." After saying that, he bit the mouth that was right in front of him.

It's a bite, not a kiss.

Song Huanhuan frowned in pain, and tasted rust in his mouth.

He raised his hand to push Murong Ang away, but the latter grabbed his hand and twisted behind him, Song Huanhuan completely lost the ability to resist.

It's over, little chrysanthemum will die!

Song Huanhuan couldn't move her upper body at all, so she had to rely on her lower body to struggle.

Although he really wanted to have sex with Murong Ang, it wasn't this kind of compulsion!He wanted to make the last move after the two of them were completely connected, but obviously he miscalculated.

"Well……"

Song Huanhuan frowned, Murong Ang's bite was painful, and his hands were also very hard, Song Huanhuan thought, his wrists and waist should be blue.

"Anything else to think about? Huh?" Murong Ang raised his head slightly, reached out to wipe the saliva and blood from the corner of Song Huanhuan's mouth, and said lightly, "It seems that I didn't work hard enough."

Song Huanhuan hurriedly shook her head: "No... listen to me...cough cough..."

Murong Ang said: "I don't want to hear what you say right now, I just want to hear what you call."

Although Song Huanhuan didn't admit it very much, he still had a face

famous.

Nima, call me call your sister call! ! !

Before Song Huanhuan could speak again, Murong Ang kissed her again.

"Hmm..." Song Huanhuan opened her eyes slightly, struggling slightly... sinking...

The author has something to say: Announcement——

Stop for another day tomorrow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !don't scold me cough cough

It's not card H, it's less than H

The next chapter will be full of sex, but I am an incompetent star, so I will work hard to stew meat in the past two days!

Cough cough, the leader is a scumbag for the time being, but he will become a loyal dog soon~