Chapter 63 Chapter 63 (Additional Update) Snakes and Snakes...
The young man had a long tongue, and his handsome face was not clearly visible under his skirt. His arms restrained her thighs, and someone's secret was leaking from the corner of his lips.
He greedily entered the first peak.
Ming Yueyi could no longer hold on and fell limply into his arms. He kissed her fair, red cheeks as if addicted, and murmured passionately: "Senior Sister... Senior Sister... Uh, Senior Sister..."
After who knows how many years, he finally has his senior sister again. He misses her, misses her madly, and misses her so much that he wants to open his mouth and swallow her into his stomach over and over again.
Senior Sister...
In his extreme excitement, he could barely maintain his human form. His thin ankles rubbing against the mattress were faintly covered with silver snake scales. The tip of his tongue forked into a scarlet snake tongue. He pinched Mingyueyi's face uncontrollably and licked it inhumanly.
It is extremely painful for a snake that enters estrus prematurely to be forced to stop. He has been forced to stop for many years, and at this moment his whole body unconsciously emits an aphrodisiac fragrance.
Ming Yueyi was completely unaware of this. She only felt as if her whole body was burning, her hair was scorching hot, and she desperately wanted to soak in ice water.
So she didn't notice the boy showing some seductive aura, but instead leaned into his arms.
The boy enjoyed her active intimacy, and his snake tail couldn't help but emerge and wrap around her ankles.
Ming Yueyi's fingertips tightly grasped his long, soft black hair, her eyes softened, and she panted softly as she spoke, "Stop, stop licking, start..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man seemed to have been waiting for a long time and suddenly lifted her hips. Her knees were hanging in the air, and she stretched out her hands to support her shoulders unsteadily. She leaned forward an inch and handed the plum fruit to his lips with a rosy color.
He opened his mouth without hesitation.
The soft touch made Mingyueyi unable to help but raise his white neck, drawing two tight straight lines from his collarbone. At the same time, he wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed down on her hips.
The open Yumen Gate was blocked.
Ming Yueyi frowned, her cheeks were as rosy as peaches, and her beautiful red lips were lightly bitten by her pearly teeth, revealing a gentle and charming look that was about to be ruined.
So, so strange... It doesn't feel like human body temperature.
It also seemed too long, as if the stomach had been displaced.
Pu Yuemin raised his dazed eyes and took in the expression on her face. His eyes, which were dark with a hint of scarlet light, were filled with obsession. He stretched his strength upwards while gnawing and stirring with his teeth.
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She ordered him: "Lightly, slowly."
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The candles on the wall flickered, and the two people on the couch were sweating profusely. The young man, in particular, was still trapped in the sweat even though his neck was tied with an iron chain and his thin skin was rubbed with blood marks.
His face was flushed, his eyes were crazy and he hugged the woman with greed on his face.
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Bodhisattva is not a human being, his true form is a snake.
He has two things.
As soon as one thing appeared, another thing followed, until her eyelids half drooped. With each stretch, she couldn't control her eyeballs from rolling up and showing a charming white. A dazed and slightly tipsy look appeared on her face, like a beautiful lotus carved on a wooden frame, with an indescribable charm.
Compared to her inability to bear it, the boy was not enough. His pretty face was no longer pale as it was in the daytime, and was covered with irrational and mysterious perfume.
His emotions were getting more and more intense, and the coldness turned into burning heat. Even his long hair was wrapping around her, stimulating every inch of her skin and making her experience extreme pleasure.
An unknown amount of time had passed, but the originally tidy couch was now in a mess, and its original appearance was unrecognizable. Mingyueyi was still lying on Pu Yuemin's shoulder, and the spiritual power around him enveloped the two of them.
She was greedily absorbing spiritual energy for cultivation.
Fortunately, she is a monk and her body can withstand such torture. If she were an ordinary woman, she would have fainted long ago.
But she was not in a much better condition at the moment. On the one hand, she had to endure layer upon layer of tingling pleasure, and on the other hand, she had to suppress the spiritual power that was about to break through and was rushing around.
She felt her spiritual power expanding so much that it seemed like it would explode at the slightest touch.
This is about to break through.
Mingyueyi struggled to come back to his senses and secretly bit his lower lip.
She cannot break through here. Once there is any unusual sign in the sky, she will be discovered.
She dodged the boy's cold lips, raised her hand to grab the chain and gathered her strength to pull him away, but her body was still stuck together.
"Senior Sister... don't go." He panted hoarsely as if crying, and pushed upwards on the verge of death, unwilling to be separated from her.
At this moment he was a poor imprisoned wild monster, and Mingyueyi soon pulled him out.
At the moment of separation, the dripping powder is pulled out.
The moment he lost her, he lost all his strength and lay powerlessly on the sticky and wet bedding, gasping for breath.
Mingyueyi buttoned up her torn collar with soft hands, pulled down her long skirt, suppressed her surging spiritual power, and walked out with staggering steps.
From getting dressed to leaving, she never looked back.
The young man on the couch looked like a snake that had just transformed into a human form, his long limbs kneeling in an evil manner, and his long hair spread out like black satin from his bare white back.
His face flushed as he looked at the door where she disappeared, his eyes dark and gloomy with the end of happiness.
Before it was over, my senior sister left.
How should he get through next?
His unfocused eyes slowly drooped, and his gaze settled on a piece of soft cloth that had been torn to pieces and discarded like him, at the foot of the couch not far away.
It was worn by her senior sister, but she forgot to wear it.
The boy's eyes gradually became overly excited and he crawled towards the footstool, but was pulled back by the iron chain around his neck that was so short that he could hardly move.
Can't hook it, it's too far.
He stretched out his pale, bloodless hand, with blue veins protruding under the thin skin. He stared at the white cloth on the ground, tears unconsciously flowing from his eyes, wetting his upper and lower eyelashes, like a beautiful forbidden delicacy that had been raped and then abandoned.
In fact, he looked pitiful, but he was strangely stretching out his long scarlet tongue and licking the soft cloth on the ground. The tears in his eyes were not flowing out of pity, but because of uncontrollable tear incontinence due to excessive excitement.
But licking like this was not enough, he had never been satisfied. Now that he felt the familiar taste again, he had already held his head high and was waiting for comfort.
He finally got it, his thin long fingers grasping the thin cloth, kneeling, and wrapping the two hanging objects as if he had been given a divine call.
He imagined that his senior sister was still there, savoring the happiness before it was terminated, and fell into love again.
The dark room was filled with the boy's satisfied moan.
The other side.
Mingyueyi endured the spiritual power rushing around him and wanted to go to the Cliff of Regret or leave Fenjing Peak.
No matter where we go, we must find a place where we won't be exposed before the thunder strikes like last time.
But before she reached the cliff of repentance, she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but a drop of cold dew fell on Mingyueyi’s eyelid, and she was so cold that she regained consciousness.
There were energetic voices in her ears, so familiar that she felt as if she had returned to a certain time when she was also innocent and attended morning classes and practiced sword skills with her fellow apprentices.
Mingyueyi slowly opened his eyes, blinked away the confusion, sat up and looked around, but found that he was not at the Cliff of Regret, but on the way to Chongri Terrace.
The spiritual power in his body was also unusually abundant, and it was visibly different from usual.
Breaking through the fourth level.
This time there was no thunder from the sky, and he broke through after a good sleep.
Mingyueyi's mind moved slightly, and just as he was about to explore his dantian, he heard the girl's surprised voice in his ears.
"Ming Yue Yi?"
Mingyueyi looked in the direction of the voice and saw Guan Qingyun standing not far away with a thin sword on his back, followed by several unfamiliar disciples.
She concealed her cultivation without making a sound.
Since the news that the monsters in Futu Sea can turn cultivators into mindless puppets, many independent cultivators have joined Qingyun Sect, and Fenjing Peak has also accepted many extremely talented sword cultivators. The instructor of Chongritai asked her to lead these disciples.
Guan Qingyun was taking them to familiarize themselves with the sect, but unexpectedly they ran into Mingyueyi.
The woman's hair was loose, her bun was plain without any red hairpin, and her misty blue and white skirt was loose on her body. She sat on the green stone with her bare jade feet, gazing at the man with a charming look in her eyes, like a mountain ghost riding a red leopard and following the civet cat in the forest.
The disciples following Guan Qingyun were stunned when they saw this, and their eyes all fell on her, but before they could take a few more glances, they were driven away by Guan Qingyun.
"Go to the Thousand Steps Terrace on the Cliff of Regret and wait for me. I'll be right there."
The disciples were awakened and wanted to take a few more looks, but Guan Qingyun blocked their way with a cold brow. The few of them flew away on their swords reluctantly.
After the disciples left, Guan Qingyun looked towards the woman not far away, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Ming Yueyi, why are you here?"
It's just dawn now, she can't be practicing sword-fighting dressed like this.
"Come out to enjoy the scenery." Mingyueyi replied calmly, and asked her, "Why are you here?"
Guan Qingyun sat beside her, holding up her skirt, and said dissatisfiedly, "What else can I do? Of course, I can only take care of the disciples I just recruited yesterday. The instructor asked me to familiarize them with the sect. Otherwise, who would come out so early?"
After she finished speaking, she pouted angrily, "You are so leisurely, you can even come out to enjoy the scenery. I don't care. Later, you have to help me guide the disciples to familiarize themselves with Qingyun Sect."
Mingyueyi had practiced dual cultivation last night and broke through the realm. Apart from the fact that his body was still a little weak, he was now as light as a newborn and there was nothing serious wrong with him.
"Okay." She nodded in agreement.
Guan Qingyun smiled instantly, hugged her arm and shook it, saying: "I knew Mingyueyi would accompany me."
Ming Yueyi smiled lightly, glanced at the dress she was wearing, and said, "But you have to let me go back to the cave to bathe and change clothes, then I will go with you."
Because I was afraid of the thunder that would break through the realm last night, I left in a hurry. I didn't wear any underwear under my skirt, so it still felt sticky.
Guan Qingyun heard this and his eyes fell on her.
She just felt that Mingyueyi was a little different today, with an indescribable charm, but she was still inexperienced, so she didn't notice anything wrong.
Guan Qingyun let go of her hand and said, "I'll wait for you at Qianjietai, come quickly."
Mingyueyi nodded.
As soon as he returned to the cave, Mingyueyi went to the bathroom.
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a lot of.
Even though I held it in my mouth all night, it's still ice cold.
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