Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons

And he, a normal mature man, has a physical reaction, so it is not shameless. Well, it’s good not to be seen.

"Out of town? Are you going to the house outside the city?" After getting a positive answer, Auspiciously jumped up and hugged Xuanyuanyao from the back, soft and tender chest, against his back, unknowingly unconsciously How much'damage' the small movement caused to King Yi Zun, "I happen to have some things that are not suitable for experimenting in the house, all take out of the city to play."

Xuan Yuanyao felt that his nose was hot, but he was too late to react. Two blood columns sprang out of the distance, splashing and taking off.

He couldn't care much, and squeezed quickly, but still couldn't restrain the qi and blood surge, and the real qi jumped up and down, out of control.

"Yeah, you have a nosebleed." "The culprit" didn't even realize that the real reason why people saw the blood light early in the morning, kept moving forward, pinching and wiping. [

Xuan Yuanyao's consciousness at the moment is very sensitive and sensitive. The exquisite body, graceful and graceful, everything is perfect to the extreme.

Especially the two groups of full and high snow peaks on her chest, she accidentally touched his tight body, slept all night, the clothes were scattered, just lift the jaw slightly, you can clearly see the bright pink Lei, more greedy than fresh cherries.

Even if he blocked his nostrils, he couldn't control his desire to continue to spur nosebleeds.

Going on like this, Lord Yi Zun of Hero I will be dissatisfied on New Year's Day, and the joke about bloodshed will be spread in Beijing.

He really asked for bitter food, why did he have to insist on the first month before going to raise relatives.

No, no, the days have to be changed. You must advance indefinitely, preferably tomorrow.

For his own life, this matter is imperative.

"Auspicious..." He didn't dare to call even the little vixen and called her by the rules. . .

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PS: It's still five more, and I'll post it after I finish writing it.