With the good-for-nothing beauty

Xu Basui turned his back with a red face, and turned away from looking at him from embarrassment.

Zhou Jin stared at the Demon Venerable's back, as if he could see the hot and red body through the evil ghost's robe and crimson underclothes.

The loose black robe concealed the thin but muscular waist, as well as the roundness and curls that he couldn't put it down.

He couldn't hold it back later, and the fingerprints there shouldn't be able to dissipate quickly.

Zhou Jin's thoughts flashed wildly.He was always frontal last night, but now looking at the Demon Lord's back, he suddenly wondered what would happen if it was from the back.But if you read the back, you won't be able to see Mozun's face, and he still prefers to be able to witness all of Xu Basui's emotions intimately.

It's the first time to practice, and you can better understand the Mozun's preferences by looking at it head-on, although he can't care about it later.

I don't know if there will be a next time?

Alas, he was delusional about something.

Zhou Jin looked down at the messy white clothes, feeling sour as much as he was psychologically satisfied.

It's just that if it's not me who is doing double cultivation with the demon, no one else will be able to make it to the end. After all, he is so hot, like a handful of twittering fire.Only myself can cool him down, and the others will inevitably be burned into blacks by the fire of the Demon Lord.

Thinking about it this way, enduring the ice curse for ten years might not be a gift.

Xu Basui took several rounds of deep breaths to calm himself down, but he still didn't turn around to look at him: "Okay... I didn't put the second set, so put that thing aside first, and I'll find another one for you to cover."

He waved his hand, and his fingertips touched the pattern in the mustard space. After a while, a drawer appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Zhou Jin watched the Demon Lord tossing and turning quietly, the spiritual flow all over his body was flowing smoothly and evenly, emitting a gentle gleam.

He then thought of the spiritual current surging all over the Demon Lord's body after being stimulated last night. The shimmering and flowing body was the most beautiful sight in the world, shining like pearls on the reef exposed to the moonlight by the sea.

And Mozun's tearful eyes were crystal clear dewdrops on pearls.

Xu Basui dug out for a while, took out a set of clothes, and turned around straight - Zhou Jin also knew that his back was sore, so his movements were a little stiff.

Nature is extremely soft at night.

Zhou Jin has measured every inch, and the demon king's skeleton is a little thinner. I don't know if the good flexibility is related to this.With the flexible pulling, it can go deeper, hot and tightly outlines the shape of the crime.

Xu Basui shook off his clothes, and the fingertip of his middle finger scratched the fabric during his movements, and curled up unconsciously.

Zhou Jin has good eyesight, and suddenly saw the unhealed canine teeth marks on his fingertips.

It's also to blame for him to eat the marrow to know the taste later, and to exert more force.The Mozun was probably still happy in the front, but he didn't forget to poo him in the whining sound, and then there was only whining left.After all, the sun was shining brightly in the mustard space, and he didn't know the normal passage of time, so he mistook one night for an hour.Later Mo Zun slapped him while crying, Zhou Jin was so involved in the scene that his eyes were red, and Sha couldn't stop, so he bit the hand and held it tightly, concentrating on it.

His canine teeth are sharp, and unfortunately they left a deep mark on his middle finger. Presumably, if Mozun saw that blind Zehou, he couldn't bear to raise his middle finger.

By the way, his strength is great, and the devil's is not small.

Thinking about it, my back was scratched.Even if Acacia moved the wound, but judging by the appearance of the senior brother, I am afraid that he is too weak to bear all his wounds right now.It is estimated that just after the previous wave of scratching was barely diverted, Mozun's hot fingertips scratched again.Repeatedly and overlappingly grasping like this, the more it hurts on his side, the easier it is for him to lose control of his strength, and the same is true for Mozun's side.

Stimulating each other in this way, the more they can't stop, so this antidote tug-of-war has become an endless mutual conquest.

And this dream-like conquest will be permanently engraved in Zhou Jin's sea of ​​consciousness, awakened by any texture of the Demon Lord Xu Basui, and play back the corresponding vivid colors and fragrances.

Mozun is an excellent ring.