The little thing that Jinjiang men wore to the starting point

Zhuo Yan's embrace is very warm and firm, with a feeling of stabilizing people's hearts, completely different from the slippery touch given to Lu Yangyao by the disgusting soft tentacles. Lu Yangyao felt comfortable while being hugged by Zhuo Yan. Feeling numb all over, it seems that there is a sweet and seductive smell constantly tempting Lu Yangyao to rub on Zhuo Yan's body.

This feeling of longing... After realizing it, Lu Yangyao's eyes widened, and he really felt that he was going to collapse!It seems that this body is no longer under his control, yet it yearns for a man's touch? !

Oh, praise the demon god!Praise the demon god a hundred times ah a hundred times!

Lu Yangyao finally got rid of the sequelae of being violated by the tentacles, and he quickly adjusted his damn mentality. After all, as the protagonist, this kind of unbeatable spirit is a necessary condition.

And no matter how terrified Lu Yangyao was of his own reaction against his psychology, he couldn't suppress his growing hatred towards Zhuo Yan, he clenched his limp hands tremblingly, forcing himself to calm down.

Now is not the time...!Lu Yangyao, who had obviously recovered his true face, had dark eyes flashing: "Kanascu..." Compared with his fierce expression buried in Zhuo Yan's chest, his tone was so weak: "Why are you here?"

However, Lu Yangyao didn't expect that Zhuo Yan's hands that held him in his arms would exert more force after he spoke, as if he wanted to smother him to death in his arms: "Of course I came to find you and exchange the token with you, but...!"

Zhuo Yan's voice full of guilt lingered in Lu Yangyao's ear: "I'm sorry, Alves...I, I really never thought that my father would confuse the real with the fake, I really am...!"

If saying I'm sorry is useful, then what does this world want... Paralyzed, Lu Yangyao remembered that there are really no police in this world!Law enforcers do exist!

Faced with the culprit who caused this tragedy in disguise, Lu Yangyao couldn't speak.

In fact, it's not difficult to speak, and it's okay to be hugged by a man who is naked, but the biggest reason is that there are things that make Lu Yangyao unable to speak...

Because of Zhuo Yan's voice, he had the urge to get an erection again, and there was also an empty longing behind him.

I want to hug, tightly cling to the warm body that is within reach.

Zhuo Yan looked with satisfaction at the white skin exuding pink lust from his hands. As for Lu Yangyao's ferocious expression, Zhuo Yan simply pretended not to see it. He only looked at Lu Yangyao's flushed face and eyes that were about to indulge.

Sure enough, the aphrodisiac powder forced into the roots of the tree was extremely useful.

Sure enough, men can't escape the control of desire, especially this kind of pure body who has been abstinent for many years.

As for the indiscriminate method of prescribing drugs, Zhuo Yan has done it so many times. Zhuo Yan is also familiar with it. The means are on the table.

He felt at ease when he did it, after all, what he did was not a good thing.

Although he himself can't say anything good, hehe.

In fact, what made Zhuo Yan a little pity was that even if Lu Yangyao was sealed off from Yushi, the blood in his body had already been purified by Taoism. This powerful aphrodisiac fell on Lu Yangyao, and it was only absorbed a little.

Otherwise, Lu Yangyao, who is pitiful and fucking, should be just a male dog who is constantly worshiping his white, flawless ass, begging for the thick long cylinder to penetrate his empty hole.

Instead of pretending to be coercive when you have time, Zhuo Yan thought so, frowned slightly, and resisted the urge to raise his eyebrows.But now, there is actually only one thing Zhuo Yan wants to do to Lu Yangyao.

This matter is actually very simple. It is to trample on Lu Yangyao's self-esteem unilaterally. Although Lu Yangyao is going to become a god in the future, when he never becomes a god, he pretends to be a god and praises himself everywhere.

Zhuo Yan was terribly disgusted. In fact, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is, thinking about how long Zhuo Yan has been in this world for so long, he has been suppressed by Lu Yangyao's progress for so long. This is naturally self-evident. Metaphor.

"Alves, it's all my fault, I'm really sorry," Zhuo Yan kept repeating. Contrary to the guilt on the outside, the more guilt Zhuo Yan showed, the more joyful he was in his heart pleasure.

Lu Yangyao tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to maintain a broken smile: "It's okay, it's just that I'm not strong enough..." It's hard for Lu Yangyao, in this state that makes him close to nausea, he can still pretend to be a saint and take his mistakes to himself body.

"But, Alves, you!..." Zhuo Yan looked down at Lu Yangyao's face, ready to argue.

"Don't say anything." Lu Yangyao didn't want to discuss this issue with Zhuo Yan at all. What he wanted to do now was to burn the magic tree with a fire, and then chop up Zhuo Yan and feed it to the monster.

He managed to calm down his hatred, calmly looked at Zhuo Yan and said, "Before that, can you please give me a piece of clothing?"

"Please allow me to maintain the dignity of the nobility."

Zhuo Yan was taken aback for a moment, his brows were originally sad, he moved his eyes stiffly, his eyes wandered across Lu Yangyao's body, and as his eyes wandered, he slowly became embarrassed, a faint blush climbed onto his handsome face face.

Zhuo Yan seemed to have noticed that Lu Yangyao's body stained with lust and unknown liquid was completely naked at this time.

Moreover, I have experienced such intense things just now.

Such an expression! ! !Lu Yangyao really wanted to manipulate Taoism to give Zhuo Yan a few ruthless blows. How could this guy's expression make Lu Yangyao, who can read people's hearts from expressions, fail to understand? Lu Yangyao seemed to be able to imagine the common plots of some action movies.

What's more, Lu Yangyao still remembered that this guy Zhuo Yan once... once showed him that expression, the expression that made him unable to resist scolding Alves' skin thousands of times.

How could Nima's girlish Huaichun expression that only appeared on women appear on a man's face!

Did the fuck's head get kicked by a donkey? !

Sure enough, under Lu Yangyao's staring eyes at Zhuo Yan, Zhuo Yan's handsome face was very red, and he gently put Lu Yangyao, who had no resistance in his body, on the ground. What was not directly proportional to his movements was the eyes in his eyes. The eagerness flashed, and he said anxiously: "I'm sorry, Alves!"

Then, looking at the naked Lu Yangyao, he suddenly untied the black robe he was wearing.

Lu Yangyao stared at Zhuo Yan's eyelids and jumped, not to mention the fear in his heart, all his ties with Yushi have been cut off by the seal, if this guy really wants to do something to him...? !

As soon as he thought of this possibility, the disgusting feeling climbed up from the tail keel, and goose bumps could not help appearing all over his body. Lu Yangyao used the remaining strength to back up. God knows that when he pulled his body, his back would be full of burning pain.

He barely held back the broken voice from his voice that had already been called away, trying to persuade Zhuo Yan: "Stop! I said Kanascu, you...!"

But obviously, what Zhuo Yan did later made Lu Yangyao feel ashamed of his dirty thoughts, and Zhuo Yan knelt down in front of Lu Yangyao with distressed brows.

"Alves," Zhuo Yan said softly with comforting emotions, "Don't be afraid." Zhuo Yan seemed to see Lu Yangyao's fear, and then took off the black robe very carefully. covered Lu Yangyao's naked body.

Zhuo Yan's warm body temperature still remained on the black robe, and Lu Yangyao, who was surrounded by the black robe, had not had time to retract the expression of fear on his face, and finally the expression on his face gradually returned to calm: "Thank you."

Lu Yangyao said these two words.

This time, Zhuo Yan couldn't understand the truth or falsehood in Lu Yangyao's words, and he couldn't help but look at Lu Yangyao with eyes that didn't dare to look at Lu Yangyao, and said to him: "I'm sorry, Yarvi It's all my negligence."

"You're enough!" Lu Yangyao still couldn't help but burst out, Zhuo Yan's expression was as disgusting as if he had eaten a stool in his eyes: "Don't show such a guilty expression! The one who was raped by that disgusting thing Not you!"

Paralyzed, he was raped by that disgusting thing!Yes, rape, or sodomy, the kind that goes in the ass!It seems that Lu Yangyao can still feel that disgusting mollusk constantly moving in and out of his ass, and constantly stirring!

The feeling of humiliation condensed into soreness, surrounding Lu Yangyao's eye sockets, his black and white eyeballs were bloodshot: "Shut up! Praise the demon god! Today is really my disaster day!"

He yelled: "Praise the demon god!!!" It seemed that only in this way could he shout out the aggrievedness in his heart. You must know how much Lu Yangyao wanted to directly kill Zhuo Yan in front of him at this moment.

But Lu Yangyao knew that he couldn't deal with Zhuo Yan, so he just took Zhuo Yan who had no ability on him now, and was exhausted by playing with that kind of thing, compared to Zhuo Yan who still swallowed a demigod on his body...

There is no chance of winning!

Zhuo Yan half-kneeled in front of him and looked at Lu Yangyao, sighed impressively, and half-closed his eyes: "Actually, nothing happened today, Alves, you just had a nightmare."

If Lu Yangyao was indifferent, would he forget such things if he was a brain-dead?Nima, let's see if you will say such things when you are rounded by that kind of thing. Lu Yangyao really thinks that he is powerful, and he has not been crushed to such an extent.

It's not just Lu Yangyao who thinks this way, in fact, Zhuo Yan, the culprit, also thinks the same way. The protagonist is the protagonist who has a good ability to accept. He held his breath and said painfully: "Alves, or you can hit me , if it can make you feel better..."

In fact, Zhuo Yan was also suppressing his impulse. If Lu Yangyao's desire was to kill, then Zhuo Zha's was naturally lust. How much he wanted to punish Lu Yangyao like this on the spot.

The little Zhou Tian in his body circled around before he could barely suppress that impulse.

He can't scare the snake away, he has to wait.

Both of them think like this.

Zhuo Yan looked at Lu Yangyao's angry and unable to take care of himself: "Don't be like this again, Alves..." Zhuo Yan seemed to persuade: "No one will know what happened today, you don't have to do this..."

Lu Yangyao completely laughed out of Zhuo Yan's attitude of half-kneeling in front of him and saying those painful and stable words in the posture that Zhuo Yan would use like a knight's oath of allegiance.

Lu Yangyao originally thought that he had already pretended to be a Madonna enough, so that every time he thought about it, he wanted to slap himself to death, but he didn't expect that there would be someone who was really a Madonna who could be even more Madonna than the Madonna he pretended to be!

Out of breath, Lu Yangyao felt as if something was churning in his stomach. Before he could think about it, the instinct of his body prompted him to retch, and the liquid rushed through the valve.

The white liquid was regurgitated by him and splashed on the ground.

Lu Yangyao looked at the white liquid sprinkled on the ground, and felt the taste in his mouth that was not sweet at all, but seemed to make him sick to death. He really wanted to roll his eyes and pass out!

But the truth was cruel, Lu Yangyao could only watch Zhuo Yan anxiously approaching him, and kept wiping the liquid around his mouth with his hands.

And said to him: "Don't cry, Alves."

Before he knew it, Lu Yangyao had burst into tears.

******

Zhuo Yan said: What is self-esteem?

Lu Yangyao: Self-esteem is self-respect, which means neither bowing to others nor allowing others to discriminate and insult.

Zhuo Yan raised his eyebrows: You are so calm.

Lu Yangyao shattered with a snap, and the pieces of paper that still had spells scattered all over the floor.