Bai Yueguang Breaks Up Everyday

Your first time?

Still try to be lighter?

Listen, what is this glamorous word like a wolf like a tiger!

The hero, your reserved, your subtle, your immobile like a mountain!

She was so weak because she was so shocked that she couldn't read the article with her witty green tea essence skills.

Her waist was hooked from the back, lifted up and off, her heels seemed to hang in the air, without touching the ground, her body floating like a wicker.

After the eyes were blindfolded, the touches of other sense organs were infinitely magnified, so his breath suddenly became stronger, and the cold and fine kiss fell on the side of her neck, and she could feel the large fluffy little hair being overwhelmed. Fool, love and pity.

The strange itching spread all over the body.

She unconsciously shrugged her shoulders, trying to rub her itchy neck and ears.

The person behind seemed to be wrong, thinking she had come to ask for it. After the kiss stopped for a moment, **** fiddled with her robes.

Those thin Bingbing lips were printed on her bare shoulders without any obstruction.

The body of the head brother is always strangely cold, sandwiched between the breeze and fine snow, so cold that she has to shrink her body to reduce the contact area.

But the other party didn't understand the pain of her freezing into a dog, and he held her waist, insisting on breaking the trembling little Yuanxiao from it.

Such a weak heart is too bad.

The "mystery" fulfillment time is a stick of incense. According to such a weak calculation method, it takes about 30 minutes to convert it.

But her neck was pickled by snow in just three **** minutes!

Thirty minutes, she estimated that she was going to bury it in place at the end of the festival.

But what is her situation now?

She revealed the "song" character riddle. She was "singing out her voice" with her hands full of seventeen or eight Chinese characters. She was afraid that they would run away as soon as she moved. She was basically in a state where she couldn't say or do it, so she had to lift it up. Her feet hooked senior brother's legs. You said that you are a "print" anagram. What do you want to get a lip print? Isn't it good to kiss the back of the palm of your hand?

Why do you have to challenge such a difficult and sensitive place as your neck!

However, the brainwaves of the senior brothers and sisters are not on the same channel. She just finished hooking her leg and raised her hand. Not only was the other party unable to decrypt her brainwaves, she also said dumbly, "Legs... also want to print. Isn't it ashamed to be in the crowd."

So weak: "???"

You make it clear who is not ashamed!

She was dumbfounded, her waist was picked up by the senior, and this time her feet really floated.

But she still had to sing, "Tan Lang~ Fang was drunk last night~ Dream of Red Account tonight~"

He breathed three minutes harder on his neck.

So weak wanted to give himself a big mouth.

Let her sing, why not sing, not to sing this kind of love master's song, now it's okay, the sing is out of the limelight.

So weak was pressed into a dark alley.

Outside is a temple fair with lanterns like daylight, but her vision is pitch black.

She heard the chatter of adults, the shouts of the store to solicit business, and the laughter of children carrying lanterns and chasing playfulness.

I heard the ferocious roar of cats and dogs fighting.

He heard him panting slightly.

It was like that the moon suddenly fell into the ice lake, smashed the broken ice, and sank into the center of the lake.

It sinks into her skin every inch.

The weak felt that something would happen if this went on, so he changed his words, "Brother~ Dao Wangqing~ Don’t be greedy~"

Male host, wake up, you seem to be a stinky Taoist who seems to be pure-hearted and lacks desires, but is inconsistent!

The opponent's body really stopped.

Afterwards, he leaned in his ear and said softly, "Little Junior Sister, Senior Brother, I figured it out. I have been patient before, yes, because you don’t like me, fear me like a tiger, avoid me like a snake, brother, idiot. Ten years older than you, being a father and brother, I didn’t want to teach you embarrassment. But in Jinluzhou, you re-unlocked your happy knot, accepted me, and smiled at me. My brother is happy from the bottom of my heart. I haven’t been so happy for many years. NS."

That young first love ended in a **** night without a disease.

Looking at her scared look, he thought that he would die forever, hiding in the shallow wind and deep grass, hiding in the snow, disappearing for a long time, unknown and unspeakable.

That's good, he recognized it.

But after all, he thought, he still fell in love with her.

After practising too much forgiveness, he personally cut off the red thread, which was the thread of marriage and fate.

He told himself that from now on, I will be her elder brother, help her, teach her, protect her, treat her like a sister, support her, and not let people bully her. Day after day, year after year, his kendo has become a master, and he is finally calm about the things of the past, the shadow of that road is getting faint.

Young people regret not staying overnight in Bailu, a drop in the ocean, the road is eternal desire.

He even asked her disciple Sangsang for help in order to comprehend sentiment. He talked to her about Taoism, fried snow and drank tea with her, peeled off the cold Buddha body little by little, re-transformed into a human, and experienced the most mysterious and bizarre affection in the world. When his enlightenment is over, he will leave the mortal womb, and fly through the catastrophes, and his heart will be like still water, and there will be no more waves.

But who can cross her slanting eyes?

If he didn't go down the mountain this time and didn't accompany her to Jinluzhou, he might never experience greed, hatred, ignorance, and jealousy.

The vivid face and sound made the faint and fading shadow suddenly see blood, like a flower branch turning into snow, and like wine cutting his throat, drunk him for seven days and seven nights. She no longer fears him, no longer feels inferior and anxious because her cultivation base is lower than him, and always carefully considers her words to make getting along with each other seem alienated and awkward.

For 900 years, in order to avoid such discomfort, he deliberately refused to see her.

He knew that she had always cared about her, and she cared about her identity as the younger sister of the Supreme Master. Her eldest brother was shocked by a sword, and she was famous for thirty-six continents, and she was enjoying the shelter that others would envy for half a lifetime. For thousands of years But it's just a hopeless little Yuan Ying.

He actually wanted to say that she had done a good job, and didn't care about other people's grievances.

But the younger sister always thinks that she despises her.

She was in the shadow of him covering the sky, alienating him, resisting him, and even... loathing him.

So, she is very good now.

Arrogant, unrestrained, straightforward, and trouble chasing behind her ass.

He watched her and laughed, quarreling with the children, and making noise in his heart.

Can't be quiet anymore.

A light, reserved, and restrained ray of longing, because it received a drop of water from the sky, it began to be unreasonable, like a wild grass growing wildly.

"Little Junior Sister, don't hate Senior Brother."

This heart was violent, grand and moist. In the end, the appeal was only a low plea--

Don't hate me.

Little Brother’s kiss was soft and soft, and his tone was rarely gentle.

"Little Junior Sister... doesn't resist Senior Brother, right?"

He said again, "Daoyou Liao is right. If I really love you, I will be able to restrain my impulse. It is a good thing that the sword can be out of the sheath, but if I can be with you, I will live in a box for a lifetime. With rust and no light, brother, it is also sweet."

He was so weak that he would die on him.

The cold palms cupped her face.

She was so weak that she finally opened her eyes, and a drop of snow fell on her forehead.

White flowers floated all over the alley.

People outside were yelling, "What's the matter, why is it snowing, June Feishuang, is there any grievance!"

So weak: "..."

No, it is also possible that the male lead is too happy and refrigerates if he disagrees, which affects the entire secret realm.

"so--"

His eyes touched, but he was a little afraid to look at her.

"I won't go in and break your law, you, can you be good with me?"

The weak leg sockets were almost soft.

He said the most nasty things with a face that was fluttering with a fairy spirit, whose waist can stand it.

I am so weak and admire that I am not lost in the current beauty, and open his mouth to sing, "Senior brother~ I am with you~" is a very pure relationship between brothers and sisters!

The next moment, her hands were captured again, pressed against the dark gray wall.

Wait, listen to me first!

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The ink characters in her hand made a sharp whistling sound, because the senior brother held her and clasped his fingers.

The text in the palm of the palm was squeezed crazily, and the cuffs were so weakly splashed that they were all ink drops.

Several words escaped from the palm of her hand, floating in the air, forming a row of words.

‘Beasts are not as good. ’

‘Not as good as a beast. ’

‘Avians are not as good as beasts. ’

Change the order of the four words, insulting back and forth, looking weak and wanting to squeeze them.

The little brother "printed" her a stick of incense in this way.

The weak chest was pressed, and it felt suffocated.

Later, when the other party's neck was twisted nearly 180 degrees, her mentality suddenly became balanced.

The moment the ban was lifted, the black Taoist priest took advantage of the situation and begged for a soft kiss on her cheek.

She was so weak that she finally didn't need to sing that **** Xiaolangqu'er, coughed, moistened her throat, and was about to speak, but was dragged into the bright light by his hand.

The pedestrians on the street couldn't see them, and were amazed at the fine snow falling in the sky.

The teacher of the Winter Girl School ran into them under the wine banner and confided in her doubts, "It's weird, so good, why is it snowing? Could it be a new test?"

The culprit discussed quietly, "I don't know either."

You don't know?

You know everything the fuck!

So weak looked at the head brother, it was hard to say a word.

If it snows within ten miles of Bai's radius, if she does some exercise, she won't be frozen to death on the bed.

Thinking of this scene, her whole body is not good.

"Why is it shaking so badly, is it cold?" Little Senior Brother lowered his head and asked him.

And the teacher too noticed the hands between the two, with arms next to each other, how could this senior brother and sister be so good?

She was dumbfounded for a moment, and finally decided that she hadn't seen anything.

The weak feel that it is not good to pass the market like this. This is the secret of murder. When you go to the temple fair in the lovers' park, you should stay calm!

"Brother..."

"Called Brother."

"Brother..."

"No, let's call it Junior Brother." The senior brother in charge was calm and calm, "According to the Mahayana Shouyuan, I am only in my twenties now."

"..."

Xing Ba, your strength is high, you have the final say.

Afterwards, the old guys in Lingzi Xiaotianwaitian, while exhausted, had to eat buckets of dog food for a thousand years.

They were chased by the text, the young Taoist stopped in front of the stall and bought a bowl of warm wontons for the younger sister.

They were chased and killed by children, and the Taoist leader carried a tiger-head lamp and accompanied the younger sister and sister to visit the temple fair.

They were chased by the magic weapon, Dao Chang smiled and asked, what kind of magic weapon do you like, Junior Sister, Junior Brother will call for you.

"..."

Huh!

Obviously it was a trial of a group of people, and they never had a name.

It is also very sad.

"Give you."

The little brother got a string of colored glaze beads from the temple, and he didn't even want to pass it to the weak.

She did not answer.

"Little Brother, this is your chance."

How about the male lead? This colored glaze buddha bead has a rounded light and echoes of primitive Zen words. It is a powerful magic weapon belonging to the barbaric period.

There are only two in the weak Sumeru mustard seed, one can imagine the rarity of this thing.

"Mine is yours."

"...Little Brother, don't be too good to me, I can't repay you." So weak said seriously.

After all, she is a woman who is always ready to take a dog.

The reason why there is no dog leash is because she has not found a comfortable way.

Another important reason is that her father of Party A is always buried under the sword formation of the younger brother. She is so weak and can't help but want to take the road of a scumbag, play with him, abandon him, and let him taste it too. Taste the taste of ten thousand arrows piercing your heart.

The little brother's expression was stagnant.

He thought that he had acted clearly enough, and that the little junior sister had accepted his wishes.

But she rejected him again.

He squeezed the string of Buddhist beads, his heart gradually cooled, he forced himself to be calm and calm, "Why? I don't need your return."

"This is not a question of unreporting." Green Tea Jing said distressedly, "Little Brother, can you understand? I like your kiss and covet your strong and powerful waist, but I don't want to be with you."

The black-clothed Taoist stared at her, and said astonishingly.

"White prostitutes are fine too."

Sooner or later it will be addictive.

So weak almost choked to death by saliva.

As expected, he was the man who had fought with her in the chat shop.

She racked her brains thinking about her refusal, "In addition to this, there is also that, I have always regarded you as a daddy, as a elder brother, and never wanted to be a man."

"But I didn't treat you as a daughter, as a younger sister."

The black-clothed Taoist priest stood under the lotus prayer flags in the Buddhist temple, and the atmosphere of kindness and tranquility spread out with a sense of killing.

"You can treat Junior Brother as a man from now on." He paused, "Except for the waist, there are majestic men everywhere."

So weak: "..."

He stepped forward, hooping the colored glaze Buddha beads around her wrist.

The tone is slightly softened.

"It's not a bride price, don't worry."

Rubbing the beads so weakly, the amber light wiped out a ray of red, which was quite strange.

The Buddha in the temple suddenly turned around, and on the back is a portrait of a man and a woman embracing each other.

"... Bathing sky? Happy Zen? What a mess! Throw away the Buddhist beads!"

However, it was too late for the senior brother's reminder, and a whirlpool appeared on the bead, pulling in the weak.

Upon seeing this, the head brother jumped in without hesitation.

So weak fell into a brothel with intertwined chips and red sleeves dancing.

Coincidentally, she also met an acquaintance.

The other party dressed up in red, playing the guzheng faintly on the stage with self-pity, attracting the seats to spend a lot of money for her. She seemed to notice the situation on her side, her expression changed slightly, and then she cast a wink. Taking advantage of the beginning of the night, she sneaked into the other party's room.

"The thief was caught."

Someone hugged her waist from behind and rubbed her back line.

So weak straight to the point, "What's the situation here?"

Sang Yu's voice was sweet and greasy, "Master comes up and asks for information, don't you give me any benefit?"

"Didn't I give you a hug?"

Sangsang was the first disciple under her seat, and naturally entered the Tongtianzhu together, but she was in the Golden Elixir period and was arranged in the seventeenth festival.

"As you can see, this place is called Pink Hell." Sang Yu casually sat on the bed with her arms around her, and pressed her fingers on her neck. Her eyes were dark and her red lips raised, "So hungry?"

So weak to bother him.

"It's been a month since my time." Sang Yu lay on her shoulders lazily, "We also teleported in with me, and there are three inner disciples."

"What about people?"

He smiled with amorous feelings, "Dying under the peony flower, and being a ghost is also romantic, here, the flower fertilizer in that place is the contribution of the two of them. What do you see? Don't worry, they didn't die by my pillow. They were fans of pink skulls. It's a heart and soul."

"How to get out?"

He shrugged, "The disciples don't know, for the sake of slurping food, I'm taking the lead, what do you think."

So weak holding his hand.

"In that case, the task of making money and supporting the family is left to you. Don't forget the rations of Master. It is not too much, just four meals a day."

Sang Yu was angry and funny, "Whether there is a master like you who eats his apprentice's food, and is it not bad?"

"no feelings."

Sang Yu went to pinch her face, slapped him with a weak slap, "No big or small."

"Why don't you bury my **** and say whether it is big or small."

"Is your breast real? I apologize if it is true!"

"..."

She is so weak and adapts well in the pink hell, eating and drinking, cheating and deceiving, she teaches the dog apprentice swordsmanship, and the dog apprentice in turn teaches her mentality.

"Are you really a traitor to Taijingmen?"

Why is this evil Buddha mentality more proficient than he has learned?

"I am justice from heaven!"

So weak and righteous.

"Forget it, now it's the third most important method, called Wanlvqingsi... What are you looking at me strangely?" Sang Yu suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Why do you tie my hands with red thread?"

"Who tied you—"

He stopped abruptly.

"What did you say?!"

"Red thread."

The weak pointed at the wrist, "There is a thread here, tied to your end."

Sang Yu was rarely silent.

As a practitioner of Shizhang Hongchen and Fuyanluo, he has a good realm and can see the red line of marriage between sentient beings, which is the so-called "love silk", but he can't see himself clearly. Before he left the altar, a companion helped him to see it, and he didn't have any red lines in his hands.

So weak and still curious, "Why do you wrap yourself up with a red thread? You are not afraid of falling when you walk."

"……To shut up."

He became a little angry.

How could his own red line run on that woman's body inexplicably. She was just teaching him to practice swords, quarreling with him, and occasionally staying in front of his bed when he was violent. For the rest, this woman is half-hearted. There is no demon girl from the emerald altar to be demon, and no woman from the good family is pure. How can he be admired?

"Let me untie it for you."

She pressed his futon and untied his belt.

"……what you do."

The tails of his eyes were long and slender, like a cut dovetail, flailing red, and he was a bit at a loss.

"Untie the red thread for you, it's around your waist."

Since entering the pink hell, the white-clothed master changed her indifferent Taoist robe, she didn't pick it, and picked up the dress he prepared to wear.

The pomegranate skirt, the waist of the willow, the waves of the eyes, everywhere are evil.

The goddess stepped off the table of worship, and was dragged into the red dust to be tortured.

"Ah."

Her exclamation was lost in her lips and teeth.

"Sangsang, no, Sang Yu, you guys, you, what are you doing!" She was fierce, but the corners of her eyes flew into red clouds, "I am your master, you are very rebellious."

"I don't have one." He looked innocent, "I'm teaching, do you really think that you have learned it by memorizing the familiarity?"

She hesitated, "Don't lie to me."

"To deceive the master and apprentice is a puppy."

He took her hand and touched down his collarbone, his eyes twitching her.

"How does it feel?"

"……Um."

She kicked people down suddenly.

He suddenly became sober, rubbed his forehead, and his black hair fell to his waist, like a fairy who was only for disaster.

"So passionate."

She turned her head.

Sang Yu coughed, but walked up and wrapped the person in his arms, "Is there anything wronged, didn't I, the first time." He cheeked, "Since he is the first disciple, of course he can't live up to this title."

"I was gnawed by a dog."

"me too."

The weaker stretched out his hand and pinched the opponent's arm, and he called out in pain.

Suddenly Sang Yu said, "Otherwise you will change your mind?"

So weak did not return.

"That exercise is so good, you really plan to be an archway for the rest of your life." He is a disciple of the Demon Sect, who has always spoken and acted unscrupulously, "I have a scroll of the Supreme Dao at the Fosang Altar. Wait, I will find it out. Just give it to you." He licked his lips, "It's really not easy to raise a master's wife. You can't pay tribute to yourself."

"Don't cry, I have given you three hundred years of chastity, and I am not at a loss. Here, this is the Buddha sang flower of my school. It is only given to the person you like. It is good for you to wear it."

"do not want."

"Whether you want it or not, hurry up, and hand in the token of love, so that I don't want to go wrong."

She reluctantly took off the colored glaze Buddha beads on her wrist.

Sang Yu raised his eyebrows, "This is a good thing, you want to give it to me? Master's betrothal gift, the disciple laughed, and wait for you to marry me." He put it on.

She lifted her face.

"Then you, go to the Yin Cao Jifu and wait for me."

Sang Yu moved for a while, "What do you mean?"

So weak, gentle and passionate, "Happy Buddha, the sacrifice has been delivered, so I will go one step ahead."

She flew out of the window, but the restriction did not stop her.

Because Sang Yu was moved by passion and desire.

And she didn't.

"——Tantai is as weak as Tantai! You come back to me!!!"

An angry roar came from behind, and she didn't look back.

Until it hit someone head-on.

Hunting in black, Fulu carries him with him, and his hairband is folded around his neck. What stepped on under his feet was not "You can't see," but the head of an evil Buddha, with neat cuts and viscous scarlet blood gushing out.

"Little Brother!"

She stopped not far away.

He caught her in the air and pulled her into his arms.

He asked her, his eyes extremely cold.

"Done?"

"..."

Suddenly weak scalp numb.

"That's a kiss."

The little brother was expressionless, "Where? You can explain it yourself."

How did she explain the details.

He was so weak and had to pretend to look at the head of the evil Buddha at his feet.

"This small look with six eyes is quite unique."

In the next moment, the little chic thing was broken into gold powder at the feet of the little brother, and he ascended to heaven without even wailing.

So weak: "!!!"

This is a threat, threaten it, threaten it.

The little black-clothed elder brother put his arms around her waist, stepped on "You can't see", fell down, and rushed into the plants.

He threw away a stack of Taoist talisman and surrounded the city.

He lowered his eyes, his tone was rare and sharp, "You are, eating in the bowl and looking at the pot, is the brother spoiling you too much?"

Such a weak grievance, "I don't have any, I am, a way to get out of it!"

"So many ways to get away, can't you choose something else?"

"Then, there is the simplest one, why not choose it."

"So next time, when you enter this secret realm, you will do the same?"

Such a weak conscience did not speak, otherwise.

Little Brother was so angry that she had his chest up and down, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

He wraps her legs around her slender waist, "It's OK if you don't explain it."

"Senior brother made you sore here."

This little nun had to eat more meat dishes, so as to save a kid, the soul was hooked away, and it was nothing.

She immediately closed her eyes when she pulled the loose shirt with two fingers.

"Open your eyes."

He has a cold tone.

"Take a good look, your brother is in front of you, sullen and shameless."