Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

After being pulled in, he suddenly had the urge to do him here.

Duan Lang's face suddenly burned up, he couldn't tell whether he was angry or ashamed, "Give me a little bit of moderation."

Depend on!

Is this product a spirit/worm with a brain?Sudden estrus inexplicably!Don't even look at what time it is!

Hearing Duan Lang's angry tone, Mo Yuan suddenly felt better.He rubbed against Duan Lang's place viciously with his leg, and his deliberately low voice was alluring and charming like a fairy.

"Brother's body should be used to being fucked by men. Don't you feel empty without me last night?"

He was really uncomfortable last night, but he forced him down. How did this guy know?

Duan Lang's face was red and white, and he was indescribably embarrassed and ashamed.He reached out his hand to push Mo Yuan away, but he grabbed it quickly with his sharp eyes and lifted it above his head.There was a bang in his head, and he said angrily: "Get out of here."

His voice was too loud, which caught the attention of Yue Yingbai and Feng Jiujiu.

Feng Jiujiu had already discovered this fault, stared at the depths of the darkness in surprise, and shouted loudly: "Duan Lang, is that you?"

Duan Lang couldn't help but have a heartbeat, he and Mo Yuan looked like this now, where would Feng Jiujiu see their faces?

He was so anxious that he ordered Mo Yuan angrily, "Let me go!"

Seeing that Duan Lang seemed really annoyed, Mo Yuan casually put a restraint around them, and said to Feng Jiu in a cold voice: "Don't come in, there's something weird here. You and Yue Yingbai go to the front and wait for us."

Feng Jiujiu stretched out her head to look inside, but she couldn't see anything clearly, so she picked up the squeaking treasure mouse on the ground, "Got it."

Yue Yingbai bit her lip slightly.

Is it really weird?

But Mr. Duan's voice didn't sound like he was in a hurry at all. On the contrary... there was an indescribable shame and anger, just like... as if Mr. Duan was in a hurry.

Like doing something unspeakably shameful to him.

Seeing Yue Yingbai standing still, Feng Jiujiu thought she was worried about Duan Lang and Mo Yuan. She didn't want to worry about it at first, but when she thought of Mo Yuan, she said, "They'll be fine, let's go."

The hairless black man is very capable, even if he is weird, it will be fine.

Yue Yingbai lowered her head and obediently followed, with disappointment in her eyes.

Just... no matter what the young master and Duan young master are doing, it is beyond her control.

She... is not worthy of the son at all.

When he heard that the two had gone away, Duan Lang said bitterly: "Are you sick?"

Mo Yuan turned Duan Lang's face, and started to tear his pants, "Isn't the one who is sick, brother? The poison of Xiguchun is hard to cure."

Duan Lang struggled desperately, trying to protect his pants, but in the end he was still defeated, and was pushed in by Mo Yuan, panting heavily, his voice trembled slightly because of anger and some unspeakable reasons.

"You... you bastard!"

I wanted to kill him yesterday, but I'm going to fuck him today, and even the insanity is not split by him.

Mo Yuan slapped Duan Lang's upturned buttocks viciously as a small punishment, and his breath gradually became unstable.

"Brother, don't you like me to treat you the most?"

The slap on the flesh made a crisp sound, and the intestines/canals secreted sticky intestines/fluid due to Mo Yuan's quick movements, making a creaking sound, which was infinitely amplified in the darkness.

Duan Lang was so ashamed that his toes curled up together, and he swung his waist/limbs to escape.Unexpectedly, Mo Yuan behind him let out a comfortable sigh/sigh, and his movements became more and more fierce. He was so scared that he didn't dare to move, and he wanted to cry.

It's just his fucking crazy!

When Mo Yuan finally withdrew from Duan Lang's body satiated, it was already less than half an hour.

Duan Lang's body seemed to be run over by a big truck, he couldn't lift it up at all, he could only lean against the wall weakly, his white and tender eyes were slightly red, he was panting slightly, with a hook The charm/meaning.

Mo Yuan has a high level of cultivation, even in the darkness where he can't see his fingers, it doesn't affect his vision.His black eyes stared at the redness at the end of Duan Lang's eyes, his lower/abdomen couldn't help tightening, and a heat/current rose up again.

His eyes darkened, he suppressed the urge to push him back against the wall, and said in a low voice, "Brother, your legs are weak? Please beg me, I'll hug you."

Duan Lang gritted his teeth, and swirled the swear words on the tip of his tongue several times before he swallowed them back.

He ignored Mo Yuan, supported the wall, and stood up tremblingly.

As soon as he stood up straight, he felt a liquid flow out from an indescribable place, and he was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to kill someone.

With trembling hands, he squeezed a cleansing formula to clean himself up, and walked out with his weak legs.

He begged the psychopath in front of him only when he was sick!I don't want to kill him.

Mo Yuan looked at Duan Lang, whose legs were so weak that he couldn't even lift them up, but stubbornly supported the wall and walked out, an inexplicable ambiguity flashed in his eyes, his fingers seemed to have self-awareness, and a black air transformed The rope stretched towards his ankle.

Duan Lang only felt that he was tripped by something, and fell forward involuntarily, his heart beating violently in fright.

He wanted to call out the Xingling Sword to stabilize himself, but just as he moved his fingers, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, wrapping him in his arms, and Mo Yuan's cold and hoarse voice sounded from above.

"Brother really tried every means, and couldn't wait to throw himself into my arms."

Duan Lang: "..."

Now he really wanted to chop the grandson in front of him to death with a single sword.

Shameless to this point, he is really number one in the world.