Master milk me

"..." A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhang Yanqing was so angry that she was rubbing against each other, but the young man in front of her looked innocent, even holding his face, and asked him with concern: "Qingqing... what's wrong with you? Why are you still vomiting blood?"

"Crack!" Zhang Yanqing slapped his hand away angrily.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling aggrieved: "Qingqing..."

"Slap!" Another slap across the face, binding the young man into a daze.

Zhang Yanqing's eyes were red: "Nie Zhan, I should have killed you long ago. I'm so stupid... Why did I want to keep you at that time!"

"What did I do wrong?" Longlong blinked, and suddenly moved half of his body close to him, innocently said: "I just ripped out their intestines... because they made me angry. Of course I have to take revenge ...And...Qingqing, why did you hit me? Do you know that it hurts me..."

"Get lost!" This was the last word Zhang Yanqing could tolerate.

"...Get out?" Longlong lowered his eyes aggrievedly: "Why? Qingqing herself said... I will give me everything I want, and now I just killed a few people..."

How many people were killed?This sentence was said with great ease, as if he regarded human life as nothing.

"..." Zhang Yanqing was anxious, pointed at his heart with Changbai, forced him back a distance, and said coldly: "Don't think that I won't kill you again."

"Then you do it..." The young man smiled, and approached Changbai proactively, and said awkwardly: "I am willing to die by your sword."

Changbai's sharp sword pierced the young man's heart bit by bit.

His eyes were affectionate and fiery, and his eyes were flustered and sharp.

"Go away!"

"..." Without saying a word, he got closer.

Zhang Yanqing's hand holding the sword was trembling, watching Changbai stab into his flesh bit by bit, he finally couldn't let go, turned his head and threw the sword in his hand.

"Master..." The evil barrier in front of him suddenly became agitated, like a very hungry beast, he rushed and pushed him to the ground, lowered his head and wanted to kiss him, but he slapped him in the face.

Zhang Yanqing exhaled heavily: "Get off me."

The hand that slapped him twice was caught by him, and he squeezed it into his hand without any effort, and his voice was gloomy: "...Zhang Yanqing, do you really think that I can't beat you?"

Being so presumptuous, I really didn't take him seriously.Zhang Yanqing was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood, and glared at him angrily with red eyes: "... evil!"

"Well... evil is evil." He said calmly.

He put his hand on the ground, sniffed his body with his straight white nose, smelled one place, and said displeasedly: "Master... should you tell me that you have sex with that cripple?" what?"

His body was full of the scent of flowers from the dead lame man.

Disgusting and heartbreaking.

"Why don't you talk?" He sniffed his collarbone with the tip of his nose, wandering vaguely: "You coax me to sleep... don't you just want to see him?"

"..." Zhang Yanqing chose to remain silent.

"You did it with him?"

"..." Still silent.

This angered a certain dragon, opened its sharp fangs, and bit him hard on the neck.

Zhang Yanqing snorted and pulled his dragon horns, trying to pull him away, but he pressed harder and harder, and even untied the hairband on his head, trying to take the opportunity to tie his hands.

How could Zhang Yanqing let him do whatever he wanted, raised his hand and struck him on the neck with a palm, and shouted: "You bastard! Take a good look at who I am!"

Two slaps and a knife in the hand, no matter how much he could bear it, he was now on fire.

He punched back fiercely, without showing any mercy, and hit Zhang Yanqing's strong abdominal muscles, causing Zhang Yanqing's muscles to convulse, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Taking advantage of this moment, Longlong bowed his head deeply, covered his mouth, drew out the dragon ball in his body, swallowed it, and poked out his tongue to ruthlessly occupy his consciousness.

Without Dragon Ball this body is dead.

The spiritual energy in the body disappeared.

Zhang Yanqing became an ordinary person, an ordinary person who let the rebel crush him, slaughter and play with him.

Those hands clamped him tightly, Zhang Yanqing pushed it away several times, but it entangled him relentlessly, and tightened even tighter.

"Let go..." The tongue of flame that was entangled/entangled to the point of suffocating him was finally pulled away, stretching an ambiguous thread of love, both of them were panting heavily, looking at each other up and down.

Longlong moved his hand down, looked at him playfully, and said in a hoarse voice: "... Master didn't understand the current situation? Your body and soul are mine... If I let you die, you will die, I let you live and you have to live."

"Damn... Damn..." His body was obviously trembling, but he clenched his teeth tightly, not wanting to make any unseemly voices in front of him.

In fact, the roots of a pair of ears have already turned red.

The villain leaned against his ear, and smiled softly: "Master, I can bear it...then..." Sticking out the tip of his tongue, he stuck it into his ear, "What's the matter?"

"Drink..." Zhang Yanqing's eyes suddenly widened.

"Heh..." The contemptuous laughter couldn't dissipate in his ears, and he swept his ear with the tip of his tongue even more vigorously, muttering some fascinating sounds that made people blush and heartbeat.

Zhang Yanqing gritted her teeth and snorted: "Hold...hand...I won't...forgive you..."

He bit his belt: "Why do you need your forgiveness?"

Zhang Yanqing's hand was still tugging on his dragon horn, but she didn't have the slightest strength to stop him.Without the Dragon Ball, there is no source of spiritual energy.

He is a useless person now.

Zhang Yanqing's hand suddenly tightened.

"Uh..." An unbearable voice leaked from between his lips and teeth, the panting sound was deep and hoarse, with a touch of provocative sex appeal.

That evil... is too much!

In desperation, he could only try his best to break off his dragon horn, but no matter how he pulled his dragon horn, he would not move.

This kind of unethical thing...

It literally killed him.

Zhang Yanqing finally couldn't pretend anymore, she collapsed on the ground, panting heavily with her head raised.

"Long'er...quickly stop."

Longlong stood up slightly, supported on top of him, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Zhang Yanqing's eyes opened slightly, and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks: Damn...it's...in front of him...

He licked the corners of his mouth, pinched his chin with his fingers, and jokingly said: "Master, don't you feel ashamed to show such an expression in front of your disciple?"

"..." Zhang Yanqing pursed her lips tightly and did not answer.

"Master..." He murmured, copying his face inch by inch with his eyes.

"What are you going to do?" His sudden smirk made Zhang Yanqing's body stiff.

Longlong pecked his lips lightly, and said in a low voice: "Master... how do you usually treat me? Don't you know?"

Hearing these words, Zhang Yanqing's eyes panicked, but he persisted in chasing me: "Holding me day and night... Master has never been quiet. It's just like now... the spirit very..."

"Bastard..." Zhang Yanqing punched him, but was easily stopped by him, and he couldn't even draw back.

"It seems that Master still has strength?" He smiled lightly and kissed his clenched fist lightly: "Then we will have sex until you have no strength."

Zhang Yanqing was furious: "Shut up...uh..." The end of the sound became a gasp, and Zhang Yanqing's last bit of strength was exhausted, and the hand holding its dragon horn fell limply on the ground.

The hands are covered by a pair of big hands, and the fingers of both sides are tightly inserted/into the other's ten fingers, clasping each other.

Zhang Yanqing frowned deeply.

Holding his face with one hand, Longlong looked aggrieved and murmured: "...you really hate me so much? Hate me? Even...don't dare to look at me now?"

Hearing that he was a bit disappointed, Zhang Yanqing raised her eyes and looked at him, tremblingly said: "I... don't know... don't continue, okay?"

His tone lowered a lot, as if he was begging for mercy.You can't blame him, now being crushed by your lover like a woman... It's really too humiliating to say that to his [-]-foot man.

How could Longlong not understand the meaning, and immediately bent down, sucked his lips, pulled out his tongue, sucked it in his mouth.

"Are you begging me?"

"...well" speechless.

He smirked and said: "...as long as you please me now... I will let you go."

Zhang Yanqing was in pain, but also happy.

Yu.

Hee.

alone.

Family.

That weird feeling was like being whipped and given him another candy.The sweetness and bitterness intertwined, tortured people to the point of intoxication.

He gritted his teeth and said, "... bastard... you... what do you want?"

"No way... Master... You said you love me... If you say it, I won't touch you..."

"Damn..."

Naturally, Zhang Yanqing couldn't say it out, he didn't seem to know how to talk about love, and if he said it, he would lose his face and prestige, what a self-respecting person he is...

"Don't say it? Then the master will be obedient..."

Zhang Yanqing put his hands on his shoulders helplessly, squinted a pair of distracted eyes and looked at the sky, his body relaxed, no matter what he couldn't hide.

he can't...

He had no way to resist.

"Master..." His burning breath and affectionate whispers filled his ears: "Long'er loves you so much...I even want to take you away right now...but Long'er doesn't want you to leave regrets in vain..."

Zhang Yanqing lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were wet, "Don't say...uh...don't talk..."

"Master...then let me tell you with actions, okay?" He grabbed his arm, picked him up, and stripped off his clothes: "How much I love you..."