"Chen Jiu, please ask for your own blessing. Don''t blame me for taking someone to calculate you. Who made you do such a thing to me last time!" she stared at a red fog with resentment. It turned out that the saint also knew her full intention, but didn''t expose him.


    The golden figure is disappearing and moving forward carefully. Although he is careless, he is also very afraid of Chen Jiu''s strength!


    "This son can even kill Xiaotian. He must be no weaker than himself, but if he sneaks in first, he doesn''t have a chance. As long as he can get the favor of the saint, it''s worth his effort!" man Chong was a disciple of silver evil. He was crazy when he thought of the saint''s delicate body.


    "Saint, wait, I will let you kneel in front of me and enjoy your tenderness..." man Chong can''t wait to start his marriage.


    "Whew, whew..." after walking for a while, it''s a pity that the fog is getting thicker and thicker, but Chen Jiu still can''t be seen. This makes man Chong feel a little anxious. "If it wasn''t for sneaking attack on this boy, how could I waste time with him? With this time, I''d better climb on the belly of the saint for a while!"


    Well, the daydream is really dare to do, full of resentment, continue to move forward.


    "Boom!" The thick red fog rolled up gradually, which made man Chong''s face rise gradually. It turned red, but he didn''t find it himself.


    People who are originally silver evil have little resistance to the erosion of the way of joy.


    "Saint, why did you suddenly come here?" he looked at me in surprise and couldn''t believe it.


    "Man Chong, I''ve been waiting for you for a long time, but I can''t wait for you. I''m afraid of being alone, so I came to find you. Don''t you blame me?" the saint scolded herself, and it was pity when people saw you.


    "Oh, no wonder, how can I blame you, saint, you are so beautiful!" when Mancheng saw the saint''s face show, he was crazy immediately.


    "Really? Does the full adult like others?" the saint then looked at him with charm.


    "Yes, of course!" he was greedy and greedy. He wanted to go up and have a bite at once.


    "Then how do you like others? You tell me!" the saint is actually coquettish. Is this still her?


    "I will meet all your requirements and fill your body with vanity..." man Chong then said recklessly.


    "Villain, don''t you come here soon..." the saint was so angry that she couldn''t wait.


    "Saint, can I really?" man Chong felt like a dream at this time.


    "Of course, people''s hands are very beautiful. Do you want people to beautify you..." the saint then showed her hands and grabbed man Chong''s key face to face.


    "Ah, I..." Rao shimanchong is a generation of magic generals, but as a man''s weakness is caught by the beauty, he has to restrain even if he has great prestige.


    "Comfortable?" the saint smiled proudly and asked.


    "Comfortable, saint you..." I was still a little confused when I enjoyed it.


    "Don''t ask anything, just enjoy it!" the saint''s sweet smile immediately dispelled any doubts. He didn''t want to spoil the fun at this time.


    Grass, what saint, is obviously a bitch. See how I can do you to beg for mercy later, little bitch. You really can pretend!


    Outside the red fog, the saints who could not see any movement, after all, couldn''t help but "what''s the matter with this full charge? Won''t you get lost in it for so long? It''s really a stick hammer. I can''t wait for him here all the time?"


    There was no way. The saint hesitated for a moment, but she still had the courage to step into the red fog again. In her opinion, she should be careful. She should not be robbed like last time. Besides, her feet are wearing shoes. What else can that smelly man do?


    After all, it''s the second time. The saint who has had an experience can''t compare with that full of demons. She soon came to the center and saw the figure that made her hate her teeth again. She couldn''t help but be stunned again. "He... Why is he doing this again? He''s really a low flow madman!"


    Some things are addictive, especially Chen Jiu. When he was practicing Huan Le Avenue, he was unbearable. This broke out for the first time, and the second time, naturally, he couldn''t help it.


    Anyway, there was no one else, so Chen Jiu didn''t have to hide anything. He took care of himself and began to solve himself again, and fantasized that "it would be good if Asian men could condense a pair of jade feet like last time!"


    "Bastard! Egg!" hearing this, the saint immediately blushed with shame and wanted to cry out. This guy is too shameless. One time is not enough. It''s too beautiful to think about the second time. She''s wearing shoes. What can we do with that demon fog?


    "Boom!" Suddenly, a burst of red fog condensed, which surprised the saint on the spot. Unfortunately, it was too late to respond. She was forced to find that she was bound again. "Damn, how can it be like this again, but this time I''m not afraid of you!"


    Although the saint is trapped, she seems to be a woman in chaste and clean clothes. She is not afraid of men''s invasion. She is elated.


    "Hey, Ya Nan, did you hear my voice? What tender hands, Ya Nan, you are so kind to me!" with Chen Jiu''s voice, the saint''s face immediately turned pig liver color, and that little pride disappeared completely.


    "She won''t say her hand?" the saint was frightened. She prayed to heaven, but the final result was unbearable, because she felt her little hand and was soon held by a man.


    What good can it be to be caught by a man at this moment? After a burst of contact that made her goose bumps, the saint desperately found that she was still forced to grasp a fact she didn''t want to admit!


    "It''s so big that I can''t grasp..." at the beginning, the saint was a little uncomfortable and her little hand trembled. But when she found that she couldn''t escape, she simply increased her strength to revenge the man''s blasphemy. "I catch, I crush you!"


    Angry and ashamed, the saint found that her strength was still too small to crush the man. Finally, she was drenched by him. She was in the mood to cut her hand.


    "Damn, bastard, how could it become like this? Filled with demons, will that waste?" the saint shouted at the bottom of her heart, but it didn''t help. She was ruthlessly sent out the red fog, and the whole face was dizzy. She was very red. "How could she feel like swallowing it?"