Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Solution." Zhao Yinfeng gritted his teeth and said.

"I can't solve this, I don't have the tools." Ling Qingyu smiled and pointed at his big tree, and said, "It's better for you to attack yourself."

A rush of heat surged through his body again, and Zhao Yinfeng let go of the hand holding Ling Qingyu, his hands tightly grasped the ground, and the blood came out of his fingers.

"Uh...uh...ah..." Zhao Yinfeng had already fallen to the ground, twisting his body, groaning continuously from the corners of his mouth.

As soon as he let go, Ling Qingyu immediately jumped away, took on his clothes and prepared to leave. He heard that he was so ****, and a little unbearable. Looking back, he saw that he was trying hard to hook his saber, and hurriedly ran to him. The knife kicked it away and said: "What's wrong with you, I can't help you, you still want to kill me!"

"Kill...I..." The body couldn't stop it, Zhao Yinfeng only felt that his body was not his own, his whole body seemed to burst, and he could only struggle to say these words. He has his dignity, and he also knows the consequences of Yeluye's medicine. If this woman can't help him, there will only be one death, and death will not let Yelu also succeed.

Ling Qingyu looked at him in a dilemma, and the heavens were fighting. When he saw that he was sobbing and grabbing the branches with his hands to pierce his throat, he finally couldn't help but grabbed his hand holding the branches and said, "I don't I know if it will work, I will try my best to help you."

When Ling Qingyu picked up the clothes, he caught the sweet potato in the purse, took the sweet potato out, and said to him: "I don't know if it can be done, please bear with it."

Seeing Zhao Yinfeng nodded, Ling Qingyu turned him sideways, and then asked him to prop up his uninjured leg, fully exposing the back acupoint.

The **** is really powerful, without any action, a lot of liquid has already overflowed in the ****.

Ling Qingyu pressed his fingers on the ****, then slowly turned the sweet potato top against the entrance, and stuffed it in step by step.

"Ah..." Zhao Yinfeng said contentedly.

While pushing the sweet potato in, Ling Qingyu said: "If you feel uncomfortable, just say it."

"Hurry up... Deeper... Harder..." Regardless of being shy, Zhao Yinfeng's body's instincts had been completely dominated by Zhao Yinfeng, twisting his body and cried.

Unexpectedly, the first role of the sweet potato I brought back over the ocean is actually used here! Ling Qingyu complained about himself in his heart, but the action on his hand increased, grabbing the sweet potato to find the spot of his prostate.

Men like to be inserted in the back, because they have a prostate. Sometimes the pleasure brought by this prostate even exceeds that of the previous stuff, but finding that spot is a technical job. Fortunately, after playing with Yang Zhao a few times, Ling Qingyu probably knew the location, and took the sweet potato to the left and right at that point. When Zhao Yinfeng yelled and arched his body, he aimed at that point and started attacking.

This man is not Yang Zhao, he has no respect for himself, and is suspected of revenge. Ling Qingyu has no sympathy for him, and does not care whether he is injured or not. He is completely treated as a task. The technique is very rude and the intensity is very strong. Great.

But this fits Zhao Yinfeng’s needs right now. Yelvye’s **** can make people crazy, or they will be attacked by a group of men, until they endure everything they see and want to stuff them behind him. , Such a strong thing can only be liberated by more powerful stimulation.

Zhao Yinfeng had never experienced this kind of experience before. When he did several rooms with him, they were very polite and even gentle, so that he always thought that this kind of thing was nothing to do, and it was not as good as charging and killing people. Excited and happy, but now, he is constantly being thrust into the back and hitting a point fiercely every time. The shocking pleasure is pouring up one after another, making him groan loudly and convulsions. There was a trembling, and then the brain suddenly went blank, the body was tense and convulsed as if it could not be controlled, and then it was the pleasure of floating to the sky.

Seeing that he had reached **** without ****, Ling Qingyu wiped the sweat on his head, which was really tiring, but before he had rested for a long time, Zhao Yinfeng's body shook again, his mouth unconsciously *** * Said: "Come again...ah... come again... penetrate deeper..."

Recognizing his fate, he inserted the sweet potato in again, Ling Qingyu wrapped his other hand in front of him and helped him massage the prostate part in front of him. This stimulation was even more intense, causing Zhao Yinfeng to hold his hands against the wall and shouted: "Oh. …Oh...come on..."

Ling Qingyu's face was a little dark, he just wanted to finish things quickly, and didn't listen to his increasingly nasty words. He just rubbed the sweet potato on his irritating point severely, and he didn't idle his other hand in front of him. Rubbing.

"Ah... I'm going to die... I'm going to die..." Zhao Yinfeng's tears came out, and he was completely grasped by the extreme pleasure. After a convulsion, he reached the apex again, this time spraying liquid both front and back.

Ling Qingyu didn't wait for him to rest, and continued to poke in. At this time, his **** was one after another, allowing you to get enough at one time, and I would bother me to do it again.

The first sweet potato where she held her hand was a bit rotten because of the force, so Ling Qingyu changed one, and wickedly stuffed both of them in. Zhao Yinfeng could not help turning over and turning his thigh. It opens wide, making it easier for her to get in.

This is a very imaginative posture. From the bottom of my heart, Zhao Yinfeng’s body is very good, tall and strong, but with perfect lines. There is no fat muscle to make the big man look powerful and refined. The triangle is even more beautiful. The abdomen does not need to be exerted to have a perfect eight-pack abs, which corresponds to the two chest muscles. Although the jungle under his body is lush, it is not annoying, even the big tree is pink. At this time, his beautiful and powerful thighs were open, so that all his **** was exposed, such an attractive male body.

As Ling Qingyu helped him do it, he thought: "Damn, it won't be the first thing this guy does when he wakes up to kill me!"

When Zhao Yinfeng's body convulsed so much that he bounced, and hugged Ling Qingyu, Ling Qingyu was already holding the last sweet potato.

After Zhao Yinfeng hugged her tightly for a while, then his whole body weakened like a vent. There was almost a vast ocean in his lower body, and the tree finally died down.

Seeing him soft to the ground, his eyes turned white, he sniffed him first. Fortunately, he was still alive, but he was so excited that he fainted. He covered his clothes, Ling Qingyu stood up, and quickly packed his things.

The rain outside has gradually decreased, but the sky is still pitch black, too, it should be night now.

Going out in this kind of weather, I'm afraid I just got out of the tiger's mouth and don't know where I will fall.

Taking Zhao Yinfeng's waist knife, Ling Qingyu sat at the entrance of the cave, and ran as soon as he had an abnormal movement. His leg had been broken and he was tossed down again. She didn't think he had the strength to grab her.

Zhao Yinfeng only felt that he was floating in the sky. When he could land, he realized that he had just lost his will and was in a coma for a while. And now even though he wakes up, his body is completely in a relaxed and weak state. Although this state makes him feel so comfortable not to move, he also knows that it is dangerous.

Zhao Yinfeng squinted slightly and searched the lower stone cave, and saw the woman sitting at the entrance of the cave looking out the cave, still holding his knife tightly in her hand.

Zhao Yinfeng sneered inwardly. Do you think I can't do anything to you by sitting so far with a knife? When a woman who is so skillful and familiar with that kind of thing appeared in this mountain, and also appeared in that embarrassing ****, she didn't think it was right, such a woman, and that kind of thing. Nor can people know, so you can only die.

As soon as this thought came out, Zhao Yinfeng himself was taken aback, and then another emotion rushed into his heart. He had never experienced that kind of pleasure. The kind of pleasure that taught people to lose themselves was both intoxicating and intoxicating. It's scary.

As soon as he moved his finger, he saw the woman immediately turned her head and looked at him warily, so Zhao Yinfeng opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Do you...recognize me?" Ling Qingyu asked cautiously.

"Who are you? Tell me the address. After going down the mountain, I will ask the matchmaker to go to your house to propose marriage." Zhao Yinfeng closed his eyes and struggled for a long time, then opened his eyes and asked.

Ling Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing the sound of the little rain, it seemed that someone was calling his own name. He felt a big shock, stood up, put the waist knife at the entrance of the hole, and then smiled at Zhao Yinfeng: "You don't know me. It just so happens that we will be indefinitely!"

Then ran out of the cave and shouted: "I am here, here."

When Zhao Yinfeng saw her getting up, he put his hands on the ground, but he was too exhausted, but he fell weakly before he rushed to the entrance of the cave. He heard the woman yelling and rushed out, and he hit the ground bitterly. .

The voice of herring seemed to be heard in the distance, the voice was very hoarse, as if his voice was already bleeding.

Zhao Yinfeng propped up his body and sat on the rock wall. At this time, the rain was lightening and the moonlight was getting brighter. You could see the woman running over to meet the shouts, and then one person jumped down from the high rock wall, The woman hugged her arms tightly, heard the woman say a few words, and took the woman to leap onto the stone wall.

Zhao Yinfeng's brows frowned, such a master, who is that woman? herring? Fishing?

As soon as he landed on the open space on the stone wall, Yan San staggered. Ling Qingyu hurriedly supported him and asked, "Injured?"

Yan San smiled and shook his head. The hands around her waist were a little trembling, okay, okay.

His voice was hoarse like that, his eyes were black and his clothes were in tatters. He thought he was looking for him, but he washed down from such a far place, the sky was so dark, the rain was so heavy, and the cliffs were all cliffs. , He must have suffered a lot.

Ling Qingyu stretched out his hand to hug him heartbroken, but saw that his face became stiff, and then he felt a few branches in his hand. Ling Qingyu pulled his clothes apart, and he saw a few branches tied with cloth strips under his ribs. Said: "Did you have a broken rib? So what are you running around? Don't kill?"

"It's okay." Yan San yelled in the middle of the night and he had already yelled blood, and the pain was terrible when she spoke, and the pain was indeed terrible on the side of his ribs. He didn't find anyone along the way, so he didn't have the mind to care about himself. The pain in my body, when I found someone, my heart relaxed, and all the pain surged up, but it was not the time to relax, Yan San pressed down the blood in his chest again, and said: "Let’s go up there. It’s easy to find Yan Qi and the others."

"Stop talking." Hearing his voice, Ling Qingyu's tears fell out, put his arm on his shoulder and said: "I will help you, and we will walk slowly."