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"There are bird tribes living here. I don't know them well, but I want one of their things."

Standing at the bottom of the cliff, Linhui still held his arms, and was blown by the gust of wind in the canyon, and his skirts rattled.

"what?"

"Have you ever seen a bird that lived over 3000 years?"

"Things that have lived for more than 3000 years, I have one in my body."

"Tai Sui was originally a divine beast. But the bird monster is different. Even if it is cultivated, its lifespan is limited. It is already the limit to live for hundreds of years."

"So what?"

"So this harpy lived for more than 3000 years. It was so old that it couldn't age anymore. It suffered from almost all possible diseases and experienced all the pains that could be tasted. Even its tendons are said to be completely petrified, and it will not rot for many years. "

"You want his tendons?"

"clever."

"Although this cliff is high, it is not difficult to climb."

"That's right." Linhui patted his palms, and glanced at Mo Ya quickly, "There are many places to stay. Your monk loves to come here to collect medicine, and occasionally he will pay homage to his old friends by the way."

It seems that the bird tribe is not prosperous. Although the ancient trees on the top of the cliff are towering, and strange singing can be heard occasionally, Mo Ya and Lime will walk all the way without being particularly careful, but they haven't met a birdman.

"Some bird monsters can travel thousands of miles a day, and go to places that are difficult for even the gods to go, so they have collected a lot of strange things." When they came to a cave that was not at all strange, Linhui stood still: "They just Hide things here, and put them together with the bones of our ancestors."

"The cave has no door." Mo Ya took a step closer.

"There is an enchantment, you can get out but you can't get in, the way to break it is the singing of their elders."

"I think you can break it."

"All barriers are actually nothing but force fields. As long as you are strong enough, there is nothing that cannot be broken." Lime would stretch out her finger and point at the center of the cave door. It really only took a moment for the air at the cave entrance to flow rapidly. The so-called knot The boundary will be broken immediately.

"Aren't you coming in?" Standing at the entrance of the cave, Tilia raised her chin slightly, as if feeling inexplicably excited.

He has always had a primitive taste for destruction and aggression.

Mo Ya didn't think much, and stepped into the cave with one step.

At this time, he began to hear the sound of the machine spring, which seemed to be a long time ago, and the sound of a very dull mechanism struggling to start.

"People of the bird tribe like to have fun, and they like elegance the most, so they are very lazy, so they don't have the heart to oil the mechanism. This stone gate will take half a cup of tea, at least." Lin will curl his lips: " Of course, if this door is really put down, Xuan Tieyan weighs a thousand catties, and then the poisonous smoke of his bird clan's unique door is released, and the blood of all living creatures will freeze, it will still be very fatal."

"Half a cup of tea should be enough."

"Not enough. A certain elder of the Bird Clan is particularly obsessed with Qimen Bazhen. He has dug so many forks in this hole. It is impossible for you and me to turn back in half a cup of tea."

Mo Ya then stopped talking and looked at Tienhui.

"I mean, I want you to stand against the door. The spring of the door is connected to the poisonous smoke. As long as the door doesn't fall halfway, the smoke won't come out." Lime would be straightforward.

Mo Ya was stunned, looking at him in disbelief.

"Oh, this door doesn't seem to be very dilapidated, and it's getting more agile now." Lin Hui straightened the bottom of his clothes: "Why, don't you go and resist it?"

Mo Ya still didn't move, looking at him with burning eyes.

"Oh, I forgot, you don't know how much you expected this door to fall, and then the poisonous smoke will be released, your flesh and my flesh will freeze, and with a click, we will be shattered into powder." Lime will dust off the hem of his clothes again, approaching him, in front of him Whispering beside him: "Then tell me, why do I want you to stand against this door."

"The monk is inside, paying homage to his old friend." In an instant, Mo Ya suddenly understood, and quickly sprinted, raised both hands, and firmly resisted the stone door that suddenly became smooth.

Shimen Qianjin is a little exaggerated, but the weight of seven or eight hundred catties is still sufficient.

Mo Ya pressed against it, gradually struggling, sweating all over his body.

The thin shirt was drenched in hot sweat, and with his hands raised, his whole body was tense, and Lin Hui's eyes when he looked at Mo Ya quickly became hot.

"Not now." Because Mo Ya knew him very well, it was rare for him to bow his head: "What you said may not be true, and I may not believe it."

"Indeed, what I said may not be true. Then you can take a gamble, let it go, and see if your monk will accompany us to die." Lin Hui didn't hide it, and really came close to him, and his body was already Die hard, firmly resisting Mo Ya.

Mo Ya didn't make a sound, and didn't let go. He just lifted the hem of his long coat and tore the underwear into pieces.

The mechanism of the Shimen made a violent creaking sound because it was blocked, and every sound was an inch of force, which fell hard on Mo Ya's stiff bones and muscles.

He couldn't move, not at all, a slight dislocation under a thousand catties, and the lightest ending was a broken hand bone.

"That national teacher recently found something good for me." The lintel was talking, took out a porcelain bottle, unplugged it and let Mo Ya smell it: "It smells good, try drinking it." After finishing speaking, he clamped his mouth and downed about half a bottle.

No matter what it was, it smelled really good. Mo Ya swallowed it, only feeling the sweetness of citrus in his mouth.

And the linden club had already cut in at this time, without any lubrication, and rushed to the end in one fell swoop.

"I should also give you a tattoo." The thing was deeply embedded in Mo Ya's body, but Lin Hui suddenly rose up, dipped his finger into the liquid in the porcelain bottle, and wrote viciously on his buttocks.

——Beloved.

This ridiculous English word stretched over Mo Ya's skin, covered his entire buttocks, and used up all the juice in the porcelain bottle.

"Very good." Although the juice was colorless and did not leave any marks on Mo Ya's skin, Lin Hui seemed very satisfied, smashed the porcelain bottle, grabbed his waist, and began to enter and exit violently.

I don't know if it's blood or something else, but the collision gradually made the sound of water, like a lewd mouth, making a sticky sound.

At this moment, Mo Ya's lower back and throat felt like a thread of fire, slowly burning from the place where the liquid flowed.

"This good thing is called empty color. Dulong people use it for women to observe festivals. When they apply it on their bodies, the water can't be washed off, and it doesn't hurt or itch." Lin Hui's movements became more relaxed, and every time he went in and out, he intentionally rubbed against the skin. His bliss point, "But as long as a woman has intercourse with a man and gets pleasure, this thing will turn into sulfuric acid, deeply corroding the flesh and blood."

"It's like this." In order to comment for the commentary, he also handed his finger dipped in juice to Mo Ya's eyes.

It was the index finger, the colorless juice slowly burned into his skin as his pleasure rose, as if an invisible fire was burning, and a hole was burned in his finger.

"Perhaps when people feel pleasure, they secrete some kind of substance, which reacts with this thing." Linden whispered, wrapped his tongue around his earlobe, and pressed his index finger on his collarbone.

The collarbone was burned by the liquid from his finger, leaving a dark brown pit, which was very similar to the wound that had been caused by Mieyan before, but it was more painful.

Mo Ya didn't say anything, he just raised his hands even tighter, sweating profusely.

And at the other end, Lin Hui had already held his clone, and began to play with it gently.

One of his hobbies is to have two orgasms at the same time.

After a few laps in his hands, Mo Ya's avatar swelled up, and the pleasure was like a lightning strike, and with a few crackles, it ignited the fire inside and outside his body.

The characters drawn on his buttocks began to appear, spiraling up with the pleasure, like a red iron needle, repeating that pattern on the wound over and over again.

"How?" Seeing the bloody tattoo getting deeper and deeper, Tilia seemed to be very excited. Not only did he rush and fiddle with it more urgently, but he also inserted the four fingers of his right hand into Mo Ya's throat, rolling in and out as lewdly as it was slippery. .

Mo Ya couldn't speak or move, he could only feel that the liquid he had swallowed earlier had slowly turned into red-hot molten liquid.

From the throat, to the esophagus, and then to the stomach, the lava became hotter and hotter, clearly delineating the feeding route of his body.

And the strangest thing is that he can still feel pleasure at this time.

No matter how painful it is, the pleasure is like the bloodline in the torrent, faint but clear.

"It's actually faster than me." Lin Hui whispered next to his ear, and tightened the five fingers of his left hand, pinching his front end.

The blocked climax accumulates at the mouth of the dam, and as the linden becomes more and more frantic, it gradually piles up higher and higher, unstoppable.

Mo Ya didn't know when Tilia would ejaculate, he only knew that the semen was uncontrollable and poured out like a thin thread from the restrained bell mouth, and the fire in his stomach also burned at this moment extreme.

The torrent of pain finally overwhelmed the pleasure, Mo Ya whimpered, his teeth bit his fingers to death, his consciousness was hazy for a moment, his body leaned forward, the bones of his hand pressed by the heavy stone were dislocated, and he immediately made a crisp sound of "click".

"Who are you and what are you doing?"

Life really is a mess, and at this moment, Na Xu, who was carrying a medicine basket, came out from the depths of the cave. Since both of them were facing the outside of the cave, they could only see their backs, so they asked a question.