Chapter 302

He was just wondering where to start.

Well, please don't get me wrong. This is definitely not what you think.

But wasted in thinking about how to ask the whereabouts of the Buddha wooden fish without trace.

It is the Yanhong girl who doesn't know the Buddha wooden fish, but she should also know the specific location and strength of Hehuan valley.

With such an idea, idleness is naturally the upper and lower hands. Using the magic hand recorded in the happy heart magic Zen Sutra, he stroked the bright red, full and elastic body.

Stimulation, of course, is to pick those parts that are easy to confuse purples. It's not easy for children here, so I won't elaborate. If you have to imagine, well, it's more provocative than drinking flower wine.

Well, the plot here can be mended through the island's love action film.

Generally speaking, after a moment, Yanhong had breathed heavily, her body was suffused with an attractive blush, and her chest fluctuated violently.

A pair of eyes, charming as water, hands and legs, more like octopus, are wrapped around the wasted body.

This scene is really too ambiguous. It's so ambiguous that it's a little bleeding.

As a disciple of Hehuan Valley, Yanhong is proficient in seduction and bewitchment. She is quite familiar with things between beds.

Moreover, because of the cultivation of skills, it is quite love and obsession.

It can be said that except for the days of a month, she is happy with all men.

And for a long time under such a romantic occasion, so it has been soaked for a long time.

Most importantly, this time, she was really infatuated and captured by waste.

Originally, idleness was not to tease her. She was going to push back.

At the moment, the magic hand was unreal. Under some teasing, she had long been blurred.

There is only one thought in my mind, that is to push down the waste and make a cloud and rain.

So she twisted her waist, turned directly, and pushed back the waste.

Such as the soft and arrogant body of a snake, with the hot heat, dawdling on the wasted body.

Although it is a waste of time, with the help of happy heart demon Zen Sutra, the reaction is particularly intense at the moment.

A soft boneless hand, I don't know when, has touched that place.

"Hiss..."

It was Yanhong who had been on the battlefield for a long time. At this touch, she couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning, but in the twinkling of an eye, she smiled happily and excitedly, and said with a bewitching sigh: "how big!"

"Cough..."

In this case, it's really an unspeakable temptation to be caught in that place with one hand and say it in such a hot tone.

More mixed with a touch of unspeakable impulse, let the wasted body suddenly heat up.

It seems to be reflected with Yanhong's hot body, like dry firewood and fire.

And the spark, obviously between the two, has made a sound.

Be a beast?

Or animals?

This is a dilemma.

However, in the end, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue. The feeling of sharp pain cleared his mind a lot.

Cold sweat ran out of his back in an instant.

He suddenly woke up. It turned out that inadvertently, the passionate purples had expedited his art of seduction to the peak.

Of course, the birth of this time was not intentional, but unconscious.

Therefore, such urging is the most natural and terrible.

So that let the waste also unconsciously, the Tao.

But fortunately, everything woke up in time.

Seeing that the clothes have been picked up by Yanhong, almost naked, vaguely, it seems to have touched the moist part of Yanhong's body.

However, he quickly retreated towards the rear and kept a safe distance.

Then one hand stood in the way.

"Yanhong, you are really beautiful." Frivolous fingers move gently and touch the sensitive part of purplish red.

But he said it faintly.

Of course, he started from the unimportant, so that the bright red in confusion would never be aware of his motivation.

"I'm beautiful. Then you don't want me quickly." The purplish red voice took a thick and delicate breath, and the fingers gently slid on the wasted chest, teasing the wasted nerves.

Idleness oppressed the fire of desire in his heart, but then asked, "Yanhong, listen to your accent, such as the spring of lark, aren't you a local?"

"No."

"How long have you been here?" Idleness began to get to the point slowly.

"Why, are you jealous?" Purplish red slanted and wasted, and Jiao Chen nodded on his chest.

"No, I just feel that I didn't regret seeing you one day earlier. I missed so many good times in vain!" Wasted collecting the love words in his heart, he couldn't care about the meat, so he said it directly to Yanhong.

Yanhong immediately smiled: "then I want you to accompany me every day in the future!"

"Ha ha." Idly smiled and didn't answer the question.

"Yanhong, why do I always feel that you are different from other women, which makes me unable to stop."

"Hum, I won't tell you."

His wasted eyes lit up, and the answer was right in front of him. He just needed to go further, so his hand went deeper and deeper towards the bright red wet place

……

For a long time, looking at Yanhong naked, she fell asleep beside her, but she sighed softly: "Alas, the Buddha is really a serious man!"

While talking, he had stood up and straightened his chest: "say, even Liu Xiahui in ancient times is just like this?"

The voice fell faintly. He reached out and grabbed the clothes that Yanhong fell on the ground, but he helped her cover it gently.

Then he took another look, and finally turned and walked out with a touch of reluctance.

Vaguely, I could hear a long, unwilling sigh: "Alas, people who are forced to put their beauty on, but they can't use it. It's really annoying!"

……

In the meditation room of Xishan temple, I sat on the bed with my clothes and half. Looking out of the window, the stars were faint, but my eyes had narrowed.

"Hehuan Valley, it seems really tricky!"

It turned out that he didn't get much useful information from his purplish mouth.

Because Yanhong is only an external disciple of Hehuan valley. She stays in xiangnuan world to collect money for Hehuan Valley and help Hehuan Valley collect information and intelligence here.

Of course, if you meet a girl with good qualifications, of course, you should introduce her.

However, I also got useful information. That was the contact person of Zhenhai. It was Yanhong's master and Taoist Fuyun.

But he is rarely in xiangnuan world. Even Yanhong doesn't know where he lives.

If you want to find him, you must sink down and slowly find a way on Yanhong.

When I thought of this, I looked at my fingers and covered my face with a bitter smile: "Alas, it seems that I have to work hard on my fingers in the future."

The moonlight is light, the eyes are soft, and the wasted thoughts have drifted away.

Hehuan Valley really made him look forward to it.

A Yanhong, who is just an external disciple of Hehuan Valley, has increased his happy heart magic Zen silk by more than a dozen. This is still under my contact. If it is

His eyes, but in the faint idea, gradually lit up.