Heavenly Fox Love

Shen Yifan still maintained the last sliver of rationality. Seeing Qian Yuan pressing on him, he was a little panicked. Just as he was recovering from the tearing pain in his lower body, he felt his scorching heat being wrapped in warmth.

Shen Yifan opened his eyes, only to see Qian Yuan sitting on top of him with a face of pain, without foreplay, it was really painful.

Seeing Shen Yifan looking at him, Qian Yuan felt a little embarrassed, bent down, covered Shen Yifan's eyes with his hand, and moved slowly.

For Qian Yuan, this was really not a pleasant love affair.

After all, there was no preparation in advance, and the dry tunnel was suddenly entered, which was really painful.

Qian Yuan gritted his teeth, endured, and persisted.

Afterwards, the sticky blood saved Qian Yuan from suffering that much, and speeded up.

Shen Yifan looked at the scar on Qian Yuan's chest that was similar to his own, and a thought flashed through him, but he was overwhelmed by pleasure.

Then, Shen Yifan was surprised to find from Qian Yuan's fingers that in Qian Yuan's long hair like a waterfall of black ink, there were some white hair mixed in it!

After I didn't know how long it took, Shen Yifan suddenly realized that he could move, turned over and pressed Qian Yuan under him, regaining the initiative.

"En...you, uh..." Shen Yifan blocked Qian Yuan's mouth, making him swallow the next words.

The two were doing it like crazy, as if it was the last time.

I don't know how long it took, the two of them were sweating profusely, and finally stopped.

Qian Yuan lay on his violently heaving chest, listening to Shen Yifan's powerful heartbeat, feeling the peace of this last moment.

Afterwards, Qian Yuan slowly said, "Yi Fan, find a mortal to marry.

Be sure to find someone who treats you well, preferably a woman, who can carry on your family for you.

To get rid of the demon in the future, don't rush forward in a daze, run away if you can't beat it, and keep the green hills without fear of running out of firewood.

You should make good use of what I leave to you and practice diligently.besides……"

After Qian Yuan finished speaking, he stood up and put on his clothes.

Shen Yifan looked at Qian Yuan curiously, and when he was thinking about what Qian Yuan had left for him, he saw Qian Yuan walking towards the table, picked up Shen Yifan's sword, and turned his head: "Go on!"

Shen Yifan subconsciously reached out to catch it.

At this moment, a loud thunder suddenly sounded outside, bright lightning illuminated the house as brightly as day, and the candle flame was blown out by the wind.

After a moment of bright light, the room plunged into darkness.

The muffled thunder made Shen Yifan feel a little flustered, he clearly remembered that the sky was clear and the moon was full just now.

"Shen Yifan!" Qian Yuan seemed to be a different person suddenly, because the light was too dark to see his expression clearly, but his tone was extremely cold, "Do you know why I wanted to kill your master?"

"Qian Yuan?" Shen Yifan was a little puzzled why he suddenly asked this question.

Regardless of Shen Yifan's suspicion, Qian Yuan sneered, and continued, "Oh... I just blame that stinky Taoist priest for being too self-confident and trying to prevent me from being with you.

You don't think I really like you do you?

I was also careless, and he discovered that my purpose of approaching you was to absorb your yang energy for cultivation.

But what I didn't expect is that you, a Taoist priest, have a body of pure yang, so I've earned it. "

Qian Yuan couldn't see Shen Yifan's painful and entangled expression at this moment, took a deep breath, and continued: "Shen Yifan, don't you want to avenge that smelly Taoist priest? Now that I'm here, you... um..."

Qian Yuan lowered his head and found that Shen Yifan's sword had pierced his chest.

At this time, the sound of thunder outside the house became louder, and the light of thunder became brighter, as if it was exploding right next to it.

With the help of the thunder, Shen Yifan saw Qian Yuan's face clearly.

Qian Yuan was smiling, with blood streaming down the corner of his mouth, he slowly stretched out his hand, thinking to touch Shen Yifan's face again, but with the palm of his hand, he slapped Shen Yifan away with his sword.

Qian Yuan covered his chest, smiled lightly, and said, "That's it, Shen Yifan. I don't owe you any more."