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(Warning: Please do not be fooled by the chapter's name. This chapter is very evil, this minor has to be cautious!)

"Big brother …" With a "pu" sound, a pair of smooth, sparkling jade arms were wrapped around his neck.

Feng Xiao slightly smiled, and hugged Feng Yao, "Just got off the game?"

"Hm!... Brother, are you looking at the posts about Shura? I've often heard people talk about this person. He seems to be the strongest person in the entire game. " Feng Yao softly said as she laid on her brother's back.

"That's right, he's a very powerful person. Not only is he powerful, he's powerful and mighty. He's like a jade tree with a graceful bearing, intelligent and intelligent. He has an imposing aura as though a god had descended to the mortal world …" Feng Xiao kept on talking, flattering him, causing him to feel extremely satisfied.

"Hee hee... Brother, that Shura can't be you! "

"..."

"Because besides himself, brother would never praise someone. Furthermore, I have suspected that the first place is the big brother because no matter what I do, as long as I don't take first place, big brother will be a little unhappy. Furthermore, my big brother has always been the strongest in the world. " Feng Xiao's clear eyes held a hidden smile and adoration. Her understanding of her brother surpassed her own.

"Hahahaha..." Feng Xiao turned around and carried Feng Yao, and then let her sit in his arms: "My Yao'er, not only is she a Heavenly Immortal in human form, she's also incomparably intelligent … "Mm. Of course, I, your brother, am also one of the rarer people in the world. There's absolutely nothing on the ground that's barely compatible with my obedient Yao'er."

At last, Feng Xiao no longer bothered to keep his little sister in a mysterious state. He slowly told all of his adventures in the game to Feng Yao, which were all unfathomable. Countless adventures and legends caused Feng Yao to let out cries of surprise, while her mouth formed a cute "O" shape.

"Hm!" Truly worthy of being my most powerful brother! " Feng Yao's eyes were filled with infatuation and worship.

Feng Yao was naturally beautiful. Under the light of the lanterns, the beautiful face of the girl became even more charming, causing the anger under Feng Xiao's stomach to rise.

Hearing Feng Xiao's increasingly rough breathing, Feng Yao gently smiled. Her fragrant butt slightly moved, and her pure white arms lightly wrapped around his neck.

Feng Yao was only wearing a tight white dress, and her curvy body formed a continuous curve that captivated the soul. Her breasts were straight, and her waist was thin, which was supposed to be sexy and beautiful, but at this time, Feng Yao's face appeared extremely tranquil, causing her entire body to be shrouded in a layer of serenity and holiness.

Feng Xiao felt that blood was about to come out from all over his body. He raised both of his hands and gently pushed Feng Yao's blouse and cup up.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Big brother …!" Feng Yao's moaning was as if she was in her sleep, she couldn't even hear it herself. Then, she gently caressed his face, suddenly, she raised her small face and opened her cherry lips, softly spitting out a pink tongue, biting on his lips and spitting it into his mouth. Bind.

"Ying!" Feng Yao moaned as if she was in a dream, a large amount of sweet and sweet liquid flowed into Feng Xiao's mouth without any hesitation, and she felt her body being grabbed by Feng Xiao, turning into many different shapes. Her lower body heated up, and she couldn't help but tightly entangle her two bodies together. But he felt one of Feng Xiao's bad hands slink into her skirt, between her tightly closed thighs, trying to squeeze a gap there.

"Brother is still that bad!" Feng Yao's heart skipped a beat as she shyly opened up her plump and slender thighs. Her tender lower body was ready to be ruthlessly massaged.

Feng Xiao revealed an evil smile, his finger slowly extended deeper, and under Feng Yao's charming moans, he began to wreak havoc like a torrential storm. The rising and falling sparkling milky waves violently stimulated Feng Xiao's eyeballs, and his two trembling breasts were as translucent as jade, as if they were the most beautiful gems in the world.

Water splashed everywhere, streams gurgled …

"Brother … …" Brother... It was time … Sleeping … "Ah …" Once again, Feng Yao was struck by an intense ecstasy that nearly made her spasm a few times. Amidst Yao'er's begging voice, Feng Xiao finally took his hand out of Feng Yao's skirt, and under her pouting gaze, he slowly smeared the juice on her long thighs.

Getting down from Feng Xiao's legs, her legs were so weak that she almost couldn't stand still. Occasionally, there would be a few drops of crystal clear liquid dripping from her legs. Feng Yao shyly said, "Big brother, go to sleep!" and ran into the bathroom.

Looking at Feng Yao's charming and seductive back view, Feng Xiao forced down the evil fire that was almost out of his control, and couldn't help but bitterly smile.

The promise was first, he couldn't really take Feng Yao now.

It was a terrible torture.

The only sound in the silent night was the sound of running water from the bathroom. The faint fragrance was still exuding its own captivating charm. Feng Xiao closed his eyes and silently felt the warmth of his family and his lover.

The sound of the bathroom gradually calmed down. Feng Xiao didn't want to take a bath anymore, so he went straight back to his room, which was next to Yao'er's.

Feng Yao lightly caressed her slightly moist hair. She came to the door of Feng Xiao's room, stuck her head on the door and gently said "Good night Big Brother", then floated back to her room like a fairy.

His home was always the warmest.

It would have been better if his brother had hugged him and slept like he had when he was a child.

If Feng Xiao knew Feng Yao's thoughts, he would definitely cry out in injustice and sleep with his beloved Yao'er in his arms. Not only would he not be able to bear it, just the feeling of being able to touch her was even worse than killing him.

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… ….

The morning always arrived on the second day as promised, bringing the city a different kind of brightness and joy from the night.

When it was slightly bright, Feng Yao opened her eyes and habitually touched her pillow. Feeling the wetness, she helplessly shook her head.

After three years, every day when she woke up, her pillow towel would be mysteriously wet, as if she had tears that she would never be able to dry. Sometimes, she would suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, only to discover that her face was covered in tears.

After tidying up her slightly messy hair, Feng Yao put on a large sun hat and gently walked out of the house.

Feng Xiao crawled up, using his Qi of Primal Chaos to clear his fatigue away, he stood up and walked into the living room.

"Yao'er should have already prepared breakfast."

The door opened and Feng Yao's figure appeared in the doorway with breakfast in hand.

"Big brother, you're up." Feng Yao floated in front of her brother like a small butterfly.

"Why are you buying breakfast so early?" Looking at the breakfast in Feng Yao's hand, he asked in a sweet tone, "What is this?"

"Wheat porridge, quickly eat it while it's still hot." What else would you like to eat? " Feng Yao's eyes were full of concern and love.

"I don't want anything else. You know I don't need to eat much." Feng Xiao took the breakfast, and with a warm feeling in his heart, he lowered his head and started to eat.

Feng Yao smiled charmingly, turned around and walked into her brother's room, and started to clean up.

Feng Xiao did not go to help, nor did he ask her to come to eat first, because he knew that the result would only be a gentle push from her. He was already used to Feng Yao's slightly overbearing gentleness.

Feng Yao finished tidying up everything before starting to eat breakfast with her brother.

After their godfather passed away, they relied on each other for survival, repeating this warm feeling that existed between siblings and their loved ones.

Over the past four years, ever since Feng Xiao dropped out of the university, he rarely went out, let alone to work. His foster father also did not leave behind any inheritance, but they never lacked for money, and after his foster father died, they even bought this villa.

Feng Yao would never ask her brother where the money came from. Her trust and attachment towards her brother had already been blinded to the point where it was hopeless. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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