The legendary swordsman fanwai

Fu Jinghong hit another rabbit.

After baking skillfully, he brushed a thick layer of honey. Fu Jinghong ate the rabbit clean in a short time, and then he went to the small pool to take a bath.

It's getting hotter and hotter now, and he can't wait to soak in the pool all day.

The swimming pool is cold and very comfortable. Fu Jinghong comfortably breathed a sigh of relief, lazily leaned against a big stone by the pool and looked bored at the distant Woods.

From time to time, a breeze blew, causing several trees to sway, and several birds suddenly jumped out and disappeared soon.

Fu Jinghong soaked for a while, and then climbed ashore. He didn't dry his hair. He only wore a thin dress, didn't wear a belt, and didn't pay attention to the skirt. In this way, the water dripping from his hair made the thin dress translucent.

At this time, it was the text, the scorching sun, and Fu Jinghong was a little sleepy under the exposure of the scorching sun. In fact, there is nothing wrong in this mountain. He eats whenever he wants, sleeps whenever he wants, and is free.

Fu Jinghong walked slowly to the hut.

In fact, it's not a log cabin. The original small wooden house has been doubled by Leng Qixuan and others, and a well was drilled in front of it not long ago.

When Fu Jinghong returned to the hut, several other people didn't seem to have come back. He looked up at the sun directly above, stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and went to the well to bend down to collect the rope.

Pull up the well rope, and you will see a bamboo basket tied below, and there is a modest watermelon in the bamboo basket.

Coincidentally, when Leng Qixuan and his colleagues dug this well, they just thought it was convenient to take water, but later they gradually discovered that the well water in this well was wonderful, warm in winter and cool in summer, and warm enough to take a bath in winter. Besides, it's not cold in this mountain, and they can save some firewood in winter. In summer, they directly use this cold spring water to cool some fruits such as watermelons and quench their thirst.

Fu Jinghong holds a watermelon in his left hand and a knife in his right hand. The watermelon was neatly split in half, and he split it twice, and the watermelon was cut.

Fu Jinghong touched his chin and wanted to think. Then he reached for the biggest watermelon and began to eat it.

"Are you stealing vegetables?"

Suddenly heard a chuckle, Fu Jinghong suddenly gave a good meal.

He turned around slowly and saw Murong Shang coming.

Today, Murong Shang is still dressed in red, with a thin red shirt draped over his body and a folding fan in the other hand.

"It's not good ..." His voice was slightly lower, and he finally picked it, which was quite attractive.

Fu Jinghong instantly overlapped Murong Shang and Shen Bishui. Fortunately, he reacted immediately and took a small step back.

"Are you afraid of being found stealing vegetables?" Murong Shang gently turned his wrist and pointed one end of the fan at the broken bones slightly exposed under the red shirt. His expression looks casual.

However, Fu Jinghong knows very well that people in front of him are careless.

He took a step back without a trace.

"Stealing vegetables is not good and should be punished."

Fu Jinghong has a bad heart. He chewed up the watermelon and turned and ran away. Unfortunately, he was quickly caught by the wrist.

After feeling the burning smell of Murong Shang in the ear, Fu Jinghong instantly bent over and threw himself in Murong Shang's arms.

anus ...

He cursed in his heart.

Since Murong Shang came, he found that the original good life in the mountains was not good at all.

What is the way to synchronize the death of * * *? Under the law of life, the host lives and the host dies. Under this law, you can't live alone.

At the same time, the method of * * * death is for the sake of love, but its function is not just as simple as * * * death at the same time.

"Do you remember what you once said?" Murong Shang suddenly smiled gently and reached for Fu Jinghong's clothes with a folding fan. "We are all ... it runs in the family."

Fu Jinghong was swept by the cold fan bone, and his heart suddenly became hot, and a strange feeling came to mind.

The fan gradually fell, and Fu Jinghong only felt that all his feelings were slowly falling with the fan.

Then, Fan slowly came to the place below Fu Jinghong.

With a slight quiver, Fu Jinghong felt the top of the fan slowly caress his place, and the cold fan bone stimulated the place below him to stand up slowly.

Death by means of * * * means not only that the person who got this method will * * * die with the host ... but when the person who was cursed is in estrus, the host will feel it, just like being aphrodisiac.

"It's just an expression." Fu Jinghong gasped, feeling weak just standing.

These days, although cold as jade, they also want something from him, but if Fu Jinghong doesn't want to, they naturally can't force him, but Murong Shang is different. Once Murong Shang thinks like that, Fu Jinghong can't resist, because once Murong is still in heat, Fu Jinghong will also react.

"But I take it seriously ..." Murong Shang said slowly, and the fan in his hand suddenly lifted, fiddling with Fu Jinghong in every way.

Fu Jinghong raised his chin slightly. Murong Shang neither stretched out his hand to hold him down nor ordered his acupuncture points, but he was still weak and irresistible.

Live and die together, and be happy.

"Not here." Fu Jinghong closed his eyes and admitted.

"Afraid of what? Didn't you always feel very free that day? " Murong Shang chuckled and pressed Fu Jinghong on the marble table in front of the cabin.

This is Leng Qixuan. They bought it at the foot of the mountain. There are also several stone chairs connected for them to enjoy the moon in the middle of the night. The desktop is quite big, and it is said to be very strong.

Fu Jinghong's back was firmly stuck on the marble cold desktop, and he was shocked at once.

Murong Shang stretched out his hand and opened Fu Jinghong's two thighs, slightly raised.

Fu Jinghong, feeling that the top of the fan in Murong Shang's hand has reached somewhere behind him.

His heart is broken, but Murong Shang just smiled, and the fan in his hand has slowly arrived.

I don't know whether it is gifted or natural. The fan in Murong Shang's hand goes deep smoothly, and the cold touch makes Fu Jinghong shrink behind.

The sunshine is very strong at this time, but the marble table is very cold, which is really special.

However, Fu Jinghong has no intention to pursue these. He felt hot and dry, but his back was pierced by something cold. This strange feeling of the two worlds of ice and fire made him feel very complicated.

The fan in Murong Shang's hand was badly ground, so he slowly squeezed in, then pulled it out and slowly dawdled along the edge.

Fu Jinghong looked at Murong Shang's face in the light.

Murong Shang's expression is still faint, even his eyebrows are slightly picked, and his mouth is smiling.

But Fu Jinghong knows very well that this man has reached the point where he can't stand it, otherwise he wouldn't be so upset just because of a little mess.

"Come on in." Fu Jinghong snorted.

Murong Shang smiled and said slowly, "Then I'd rather be respectful."

Then lift Fu Jinghong's waist and insert it slowly.

Fu Jinghong snorted, but his heart was inexplicably funny.

It's the last straw, but Murong Shang has to wait for him to speak before he can go in. I don't know why, and I know I can't refuse him.

Murong Shang soon tied Fu Jinghong's waist and started activities.

But even if he did such a thing, the expression on Murong Shang's face would not change much, especially with a smile on his mouth, as if he was not having sex, but enjoying flowers and the moon.

Fu Jinghong stretched out his hand to buckle Murong Shang's neck and took a bite on Murong Shang's neck.

Except Liu Xianqin, when two people bite each other, he will never bite anyone when he is with others, but Mr. Murong is not the same. Every time I see Murong Shang's faint expression, his teeth itch and he wants to bite.

With a chuckle, Murong Shang suddenly raised Fu Jinghong's waist and deepened it.

Fu Jinghong looked up and gasped, then he suddenly turned around and sat down on Murong Shang with this link posture.

Murong Shang just sat on the edge of the marble table, and Fu Jinghong straddled him. Because of the posture, Murong Shang is getting deeper and deeper, causing both of them to tremble.

"I remember the first time, you were quite active."

"I didn't volunteer because I was shocked." Fu Jinghong's ending is also jittery. It's been a long time since he tried to sit astride others and was deeply penetrated.

"Then take the initiative." Murong Shang said with a smile.

Fu Jinghong snorted and said, "Why not?" Then when Mr. Murong was about to pull away, he suddenly raised his waist and sat down.

Both of them are a quiver, then Murong Shang paused, then stood up.

Fu Jinghong was slammed and almost fell backwards. Fortunately, Murong Shang pulled him back in time.

Fu Jinghong fell on Murong Shang and gasped, then sat up straight and continued to stand up.

Murong Shang gasped, and then looked at Fu Jinghong with a chuckle.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps sounded.

Then the footsteps suddenly stopped.

Fu Jinghong only felt a chill in his back, and a sense of foreboding came to him.

He looked up and saw several people standing in front of the fence around the hut.

Headed by a cold-faced Xuanyi, he held something in both hands and an oiled paper bag in the other. I think it's lunch today.

On his left is Wen Yu with a smile. Wen Yu is holding a jar, but his eyes suddenly turned cold when he saw Fu Jinghong and Murong Shang.

The nature on the cold right is the white little teacher younger brother. He has some small pink paper bags in his hand, which seem to be some snacks. When he saw Fu Jinghong, his eyes immediately became eager.

The peach blossom standing at the end suddenly put down the basket full of fruit in her left hand. With a wave of her right hand, a soft whip bypassed Fu Jinghong and went to Murong Shang.

Murong Shang just looked up and smiled, raised his left hand, and clamped the menacing soft whip with only two fingers.

86. Fanwai II

Taohua was not annoyed or angry when he saw that his whip was caught. He snorted, put the whip back in his sleeve and turned to look at Fu Jinghong.

"Why are you so enthusiastic about him when you refuse me in every way?"

Rao is Fu Jinghong's fresh skin, and being surrounded by so many people with Mr. Murong's office can't help but look hot.

Especially now, he is still sitting across Murong Shang, and Murong Shang is still buried behind him.

He couldn't imagine that Murong Shang was so calm, but he was not soft when he was just whipped by the peach blossom, and he was still propped up in his body, but he himself had been scared out of interest.

Fu Jinghong coughed gently, trying to get up from Murong Shang without trace, but Murong Shang noticed his intention. See Murong Shang corners of the mouth evoked a smile, followed by a fierce waist, Fu Jinghong instantly waist a soft, sit back.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then he was buckled by Murong Shang.

Peach blossom had a delicious meal, and some incredible looked at Murong Shang, who was no one's watching. He suddenly became angry when he saw Murong Shang smiling at him. He snorted, stepped forward, raised his hand to break Fu Jinghong's face and bowed his head and kissed him.

Murong Shang picked his eyebrows and stood up fiercely. Fu Jinghong couldn't help biting the peach's lips.

Peach blossom hissed in pain, looked up at Mr. Murong's lip-hooking little smile, another cold hum, stretched out his hand and hugged him from behind Fu Jinghong, bowed his head and began to suck and lick Fu Jinghong's shoulder.

Leng Qixuan, who was still standing in situ, threw aside the oily paper bag in his hand with a cold face, and also bowed his head and licked and bit Fu Jinghong's neck clavicle.

Not to be outdone, Wen Ruyu put the jar on the ground, slowly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, grabbed Fu Jinghong's hand, and slowly licked one by one.

Murong Shang's action was so fierce that Fu Jinghong didn't notice the surrounding situation. When he was exhausted, he found himself besieged.

Leng Qixuan held his hand and stroked and kneaded it in his own place. Although he was expressionless, his black eyes overflowed with emotion.

And Wen Ruyu gripped his other hand tightly, slowly licked a finger until it was half wet, simulated the action of sexual intercourse, and slowly swallowed.

Fu Jinghong was distracted by both of them. Murong Shang saw Fu Jinghong absent-minded, and some disgruntled gave him a top. Murong Shang has reached the critical point, and a few drops of sweat poured out from his forehead, rolled down slowly and dripped on Fu Jinghong's forehead.

Fu Jinghong also felt that Murong Shang, who was buried in his body, began to swell, knowing that he was coming out, but his waist was too soft to keep straight, and he could only watch Murong Shang leak out in his body after shaking.

After Murong Shang finished draining, Fu Jinghong couldn't help draining for the second time, unable to lie on Murong Shang.

Before Fu Jinghong could take a deep breath gently, he was pulled away from Murong Shang by Leng Qixuan.

Fu Jinghong felt that somewhere in the rear was empty, and some sticky liquid slowly flowed down his thigh.

Cold habitat porch turned to press Fu Jinghong on the stone table, deceives the front, lowers the head to lick Fu Jinghong's collarbone in the chest, with the other hand, reaches out and lifts Fu Jinghong's thigh, and suddenly uses what Murong Shang left to squeeze in.

With Murong Shang's things lubricated, the cold action was very comfortable and penetrated into the deepest part, which made both of them tremble slightly. Then cold slowed down the buckle Fu Jinghong waist.

One side of Mr. Murong still looked at Fu Jinghong, who had been pressed down again, and picked his eyebrows. He didn't speak, just lying on the stone table panting, and didn't even have time to wear pants and clothes.

Leng Qixuan was neatly dressed, and the clothes on her upper body didn't even have a wrinkle, only her trousers faded by half, which was connected with Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong also noticed their present situation. He was stripped naked by Murong Shang, leaving only a thin coat at his feet. He stood neatly dressed on the cold porch, and his clothes rubbed against Fu Jinghong's skin. The rough feeling made Fu Jinghong close his eyes slightly.

Leng Qixuan's movements are fast and slow, but every time he pulls away, the movements are fierce, and only the lips lingering around Fu Jinghong's neck are particularly gentle.

Fu Jinghong was severely beaten again. He tried to reach for Leng Qixuan's back, but was caught by Wen Ruyu's wrist.

Wen Ruyu handed Fu Jinghong's left hand to her mouth, first put out the tip of her tongue and added his little finger, then licked it all the way along his little finger and rolled over her neck.

Fu Jinghong felt an itch on his neck and couldn't help cringing. Then Wen Ruyu chuckled, stretched out his sword hand and groped at Fu Jinghong's lip corner, and then tried to put a finger in Fu Jinghong's mouth.

LengQiXuan looked up and saw Wen Ruyu one eye, and then suddenly a buckle Fu Jinghong waist, Fu Jinghong could not help but bite the bullet. Wen Ruyu immediately retracted his fingers, and he looked up at LengQiXuan.

Cold habitat porch light saw his one eye, warm jade eyes and his eyes, cold habitat porch slowly lowered his eyes.

Wen Ruyu buckled Fu Jinghong's chin with the other hand, and then grasped the fingers of the sword and stuffed them into Fu Jinghong's mouth one by one.

Fu Jinghong felt that his mouth was full of foreign objects, and he sobbed a few times discontentedly, while Wen Ruyu stuffed his finger deeper and seemed to push it straight into his throat.

Fu Jinghong felt a little uncomfortable and tried to push Wen Ruyu's finger out with the tip of her tongue, but Wen Ruyu played with Fu Jinghong's tip with her fingertips and slowly leaned in and out to simulate sexual intercourse.

Fu Jinghong stared his one eye, and his mouth was about to bite. Wen Ruyu closed her mouth and pulled out her fingers with a smile, and then bowed her head and kissed Fu Jinghong's lips.

Fu Jinghong paused. Although he is so close to them physically, his lips and teeth seldom meet.

A kiss like jade is very gentle, just like him, just like the spring breeze blowing on your face and the spring breeze melting rain.

The lips and teeth are fragrant, and the spring is infinite. ...

At that time, Lengxuan suddenly stood up, and in the deepest part of Fu Jinghong, it was deeply drained.

Fu Jinghong was a quiver, and then was LengQiXuan buckle waist sat up.

Fu Jinghong was weak, so he could only lean limply against Leng, and Leng slowly lay on the marble table. At the same time, he buckled Fu Jinghong's waist and let Fu Jinghong lie on him. Fu Jinghong could only lie on him and gasped. He didn't even have the strength to reach for the table and get up.

While Wen Ruyu leaned over and reached out and stroked Fu Jinghong's back slowly. His fingertips were almost hot, and Fu Jinghong felt his fingers go down and wander behind him.

Something sticky and warm flowed out, moist as jade. She twisted those things with her fingers and smoothed them between Fu Jinghong's strands.

Leng Qixuan reached out to buckle Fu Jinghong's head and pressed it down, and their lips and teeth stuck together.

Fu Jinghong felt that the cold tip of the tongue pried open his jaws and was about to bite hard. He looked up and saw Leng Qixuan's eyelashes trembling with his eyes half open. His heart was suddenly hot, but he didn't bite.

The rear is as moist as jade, and she puts her finger to Fu Jinghong's place. When she saw that the place was wet, she did not hesitate and bent down.

When Fu Jinghong was immersed in the tip of Leng Qixuan's tongue, he suddenly felt a warm body sticking to his back, and then he was driven straight in.

I want to stick to my hot body in front and back. Fu Jinghong can't help but take a breath. Before he came to his senses, Wen Ruyu had started from the posture of his back, and his movements changed from slow to fast, and gradually became urgent.

Before Fu Jinghong could be distracted, he felt that the object under him was stiff again and stood straight between his thighs.

The former wolf and the later tiger.

As warm as jade, her movements became more and more urgent. Leng Qixuan was deeply buried between Fu Jinghong's legs in this posture, rubbing and moving between her legs.

Fu Jinghong was almost tortured to death. He didn't know whether it was happiness or something else. He had to go with the flow and let it rise and fall. The place where he had vented several times stood up slowly again, but he couldn't vent anything anymore. It's pathetic and trembling.

I'm not sure how long it took. Wen Ruyu finally gasped and let it out. The hot feeling stimulated Fu Jinghong to curl up, his legs clamped, and a cool feeling came out.

At this time, Fu Jinghong was almost stained with traces, with reddish eyes and moist eyelids. LengQiXuan wait for a while looked at such a poor Fu Jinghong, stretched out his hand and twisted some milky liquid between his abdomen, and then daubed it on Fu Jinghong's face.

Fu Jinghong gave him a hard stare, but he was weak and not angry.

Tao Zhihua, who was pushed aside, just leaned in to pull Fu Jinghong over, but was coldly pushed away by Leng Qixuan and said, "He is tired."

Peach blossom smell speech with a snort of cold, glanced at Fu Jinghong's red eyes, gritted his teeth, took Fu Jinghong's hand, put it on what he had already stood, wrapped it in Fu Jinghong's hand and rubbed it up and down.

Fu Jinghong has no strength, so he can only half squint at the peach blossom to lend his hand. He is all sticky and uncomfortable. At this time, he turned around and lay on Leng Qixuan's lap. Wen Ruyu wiped away the white turbidity on Fu Jinghong's thigh bit by bit with her own clothes.

Bai Lianhua, who had been left out for a long time, also wanted a piece of the action, but Fu Jinghong was so blocked that there was no place for him to step in, so he had to grab Fu Jinghong's foot.

Fu Jinghong was lying lazily, when he suddenly felt that his toes were contained in a hot and humid place, and suddenly he was stiff all over.

Bai Lianhua stuck out his tongue and licked Fu Jinghong's toes.

Even if these people caught him, Fu Jinghong had never felt so ashamed. He hurriedly tried to retract his feet, but Bai Lianhua buckled his heels. Bai Lianhua looked down and licked on Fu Jinghong's instep inch by inch.

That kind of feeling as if being worshipped devoutly made Fu Jinghong tremble all over.

Just when Fu Jinghong's brain was blank, there was a long piano sound not far away.

Daoan felt bad in his heart, too, but he didn't react until he felt weak.

Seal the hole with sound!

Fu Jinghong only felt a long piano sound in his ear, and then he couldn't move.

They are back channels mean, but see Liu Xianqin a face of cool, holding the piano in one hand, slowly coming from the hut to this side. ...

The author has something to say: This must be the most immoral chapter of Tian Tian.

Ma Ma knew I was writing a novel and asked, What novel are you writing?

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