The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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That is, the ink is half-turned, and the illusion is shrouded in death. The above-mentioned lingering posture is complicated by the dawn. "You don't force me to pack you directly away!"

"I don't want to... I just..."

The illusion of the face is red, and this extremely posture, she really can't speak normally.

Jimo's body has been pressed to the front chest, and through the cold light armor, she has sensed the heat of his body, not to mention the light in the dawn of the ink is like a fire, burning, burning.

The illusion can not help but think of the overbearing strong kiss last night, the shy red cloud will redden her ears.

He won't kiss her again!

No, don't!

"Zongzi Ya, we have something to say... oh..."

The voice was not finished, that is, Moya had already covered her head and covered her lips, so that she could not make a sound.

This kiss seems to be old and old.

More than endlessly, the illusion of the face begins with all kinds of struggles and rebellions, completely ignoring things, but makes Jimo more fierce, entangled and sucking.

The back of the illusion is not good, and the Jiaochuan has to give up and resist.

Oh, she is a fool.

Ming knew that Moya had had such a big gas last night, and he came to see him off today. This is where to send off, this is to send food...

This guy is still kissing his hands, can't he decide to put her on the spot?

"Hey, son, don't..."

It was once again sealed by Momo, and the illusion was a little dizzy, and the body was soft and muddy. In order to live by the air that he had given her, she could not help but respond to him.

Jimo’s fierce shock was inspired and stretched into her underwear with his almost burning fingertips...

Both of them seemed to be in the thunder, and a current and unspeakable pleasure spread throughout their bodies.

There is no consciousness in the illusion, the only consciousness is that it is finished, and it is finished.

To be lost!

Hey, the son of the world, ask for let go...

Just then, there was a reminder of the sound coming from outside the house. "Less master, time is not early."

Jimo Ya body, a burning eye gradually recovered to cool as water, reluctantly let go of the illusion.

"Let me ask you again, don't you follow me?"

The illusion turned quickly and stood up from the table. Both hands covered the large scenery on the chest and shook his head pitifully.

Jimo was deeply breathed, never looking at her again, striding out to the outside.

At this moment, a mini dragon-shaped Lingbao suddenly appeared on the body of Moya!

Lingbao is half-real and half-virtual. It is about half a meter long. When it comes out, it stretches out from the nose and looks around. Its head and upper body are already solid, but the latter half is a virtual shadow.

It is the white dragon Lingbao of Jimo.

His white dragon Lingbao can be transformed into a magical body, which can be big or small, usually in a mini state.

After it turned around, it rushed directly to the red dates Ganoderma lucidum on the table!

Jimo’s footsteps were slow, and he looked at Bailong with some doubts.

It’s strange to see the illusion, what about this white dragon?

The next moment, but see that Bai Long opened his mouth and swallowed the red date Lingzhi...

The illusion is a little envious. After the spiritual treasure is materialized, you can eat it yourself. You don’t need the master to bitterly practice it, and the efficiency can be a lot faster.

Soon, I saw the light in one.

Bailong Lingbao shook his head and seemed to be drunk, and then he jumped into the air!