One Hundred Ways to Become a God

When you are on the ground, your eyes are facing the lime-printed print on the ground, but the pupil is actually not focal length.

He didn't have a **** right hand on his back and wrapped a black lacquered tentacle. The top fell on his fingertips and squirmed from time to time. In this blue sky, it seemed quite a bit.

In fact, he should have discovered it.

From the time he talked to Yan Xixi yesterday, the black shadow was jealously messed up, and today he was pleased to pick up the seal from the alley in the alley, and then he sold the beggar after he had just smashed it. The consciousness of the shadow seems to be recovering at a horrible speed.

To know that the first night, the shadow is still completely conscious, unable to communicate, and acting hard, is completely unreasonable.

Although he recognized the identity of the shadows that night, he accepted the intimacy of the other person without any psychological obstacles. At the end, he fainted... even voluntarily catered, but it is undeniable that the chaotic intimacy The beginning is indeed a bit of forced color.

But in just two days, the shadow has become completely different from that night. Although He has no way to communicate with it directly, it has slowly become jealous, will sell it... not even knowing it. From where I learned to spoil.

In fact, the shadow has changed a lot, but he has experienced too much in the past two days. The nerve has not dared to relax, and he is very exhausted. He even ignores the closest person around him, no, the change of ghosts.

He Yan couldn't help but feel awkward. In any case, he should not ignore his lover.

So someone with a guilty heart couldn't help but caressed the black lacquered tentacle with a thumb.

The tentacle squirmed his thin body and slowly raised his head, and then, like his cockroaches, touched his fingertips with his top.

Uh... It’s really cute.

He Wei: "..............." Oops, his cute point seems to have been unable to come back.

He Wei used his fingers to play with it for a while, and then began to continue to worry about the printing.

With the body of this weak chicken, he probably couldn't ruin this oddly imprint.

Although his mental power can play the yin of the other side, it has little effect on the square itself. When his spiritual sea was not crushed, the spiritual power after materialization may be able to destroy the square, but now his mental strength is only restored to a small part, and the hardness after solidification is no more than stone. How big is the brick.

Although he knew that the hope was not big, he still held a trace of luck and tried his best to use the mental power to draw a picture.

Sure enough, in addition to a wave of yin fluctuations, the square is still not damaged.

Trouble, but can not be handled. This kind of evil thing with a strong yin is never impossible to throw it into the outside. If the follow-up causes trouble, it hurts someone, that is his fault.

When He was facing the square, he suddenly felt the tentacles wrapped around his hands move up a lot. Looking down, the thin black tentacle slipped smoothly from the back of his hand and bent down. The square print lying on the ground circled a half circle and seemed to be looking.

I saw that it was first set up, and then the thin body quickly expanded. From a small soft tentacle that was barely soft except for the black point, it became a huge, murderous and powerful tentacle. Then at the top of the corner, the square print was rolled up from the ground.

The black lacquered tentacles caught the same black lacquered plaque, and I didn’t know how it was operated. He did not even hear the sound. When the tentacle was released, the plaque disappeared and there was only a pile. The gray powder with very little component fell on the ground, and it was completely swept away by it.

After doing all this, its body, like a balloon that suddenly leaked, quickly slammed down, but it changed back to its original size in a few seconds, then placed its thin body on the back of the hand, gently soft. The writhing seems to be very weak, helpless, and pathetic.

"........." He Wei was a bit complicated, licking his mouth, and finally only touched his head with reward.

It seems that he is underestimating the strength of the black shadow, but also underestimates its ability to observe and observe.

He Wei used his mental power to carefully explore the place where the powder fell, and found that even a smoldering scent could not be found, and he was able to return home with confidence.

Tossing to the present, it is already in the afternoon. He has not eaten anything except a porridge in the morning. As soon as the spirit relaxes, the hunger rushes up, and the stomach is a little faint.

He Wei had a late lunch outside, went to the barber shop and built the messy hair, and changed his hair to a clean and refreshing hairstyle.

Although I don't know how the shadow consciousness is self-recovering, the good news is that he finally has to save money to buy jade for the black shadow.

However, Han Zikai’s deposits are really pitiful. Even if he does not need to save money, he can’t afford to spend money.

When I finally got back to the narrow rented house, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Like most boys, Han Zikai doesn't pay much attention to cleaning up the room. He Wei is a little bit clean. The spirit of the first two days was too tight. I didn’t have time to manage it. Now I have a little leisure. I can’t help but roll up my sleeve and pack this rental house a little. The spotless standard is still a long distance, but it looks so good and not so messy, barely able to get into the eye.

In the process of cleaning up the room, the shadow was very diligent to help him with the tentacle, although this "help" actually caused the effect more like a mess, but He did not attack its enthusiasm.

Although the shadow has already had the ability to think, but looking at its current performance, it is like a child whose mind goes straight and does not know when it will return to normal.

I don't know what the origin of this family is. It is a ghost, but there is no form. He is not a professional who specializes in this aspect. He really can't figure it out.

After cleaning up the room, He Wei took the clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Because the money is tight, the rental house rented by Han Zi is very small, and the bathroom is even more pressing. It is as big as four or five square meters. It is a little uncomfortable to put some toiletries. If it is a tall man I am afraid that you can succumb to death after taking a shower here.

He took a simple wash of his head in five minutes, then turned off the shower, and the shower gel on his hand was wiped on the body. Suddenly, the temperature in the closed and hot and humid bathroom dropped, and then the arm was uploaded. The familiar familiar wet touch.

He looked at the dark shadow of the body that didn't know when he slipped in and found a tentacle that wraps around his arm.

...you know that this guy will come to trouble.

He Yan raised his arm and warned: "Don't make trouble."

Probably because its tone is not severe, the action of the shadow does not stop at all. The tentacle explores it, wipes away the shower gel in his hand, learns his previous movements, and smears on him.

At first, the action of the shadow was awkward, but it was very clever, and the movement quickly became proficient. Later, even the teacher did not know how to use the new method of shower gel.

The tentacles are cool and slippery, and the feeling of sliding on the body makes people think of a certain kind of soft creature.

He Wei supported the wall: "........."

Although he has been through two nights, he feels that he can't adapt to this unique way for the time being.

It seems that today's shower is destined to not wash well...

Maybe the air in the bathroom is not flowing, why he feels that his breathing is getting harder and harder.

In the end, he was really out of force, his body could not help but slipped down and squatted on the hard and wet tiles.

Although the black shadows can be considered to be well-behaved in these two days, perhaps because of some instinct, its spiritual power is very strong in the entanglement, even if it can be occupied by experience at the beginning. The upper hand, but as long as the shadow is completely excited, it will completely occupy the active position, madly rubbing him with the spirit of black paint.

He Yan’s spiritual filaments are white. In fact, in his original world, the normal human spirits are all white, but the shadows do not know for any reason, and the spiritual filaments show a strange black.

In the bathroom, countless spiritual filaments twisted and entangled, almost filling the small space of this room.

His spiritual power filament has begun to want to shrink back to the spiritual sea because of excessive pleasure, but the shadow is obviously still unsatisfied, and he refuses to let him go.

The white spirit filaments look very languid, completely without the momentum of today's dark shadows, soft and sag down, entangled by the tough black spirit, white spiritual filaments from time to time because of excessive stimulation Struggling with two twists, but completely unable to shake the imprisonment of black spiritual filaments, can only be forced to bear some excessive pleasure for it.

Every time I arrive at this time, He Wei can only passively bear and let anyone slaughter.

The original character of the black shadow must be very bad... He Wei leaned his head against the bathroom wall and couldn’t help but guess.

During the day, he felt a sore feeling in his eyes, and then a physiological liquid slipped from his corner of his eye.

The strong sense of shame caused him to recover a bit of clarity from the dizziness, barely regained his ability to think, but was quickly pulled into a new vortex.

......

I don't know how long it took, and the spiritual power of He Wei was finally released by the black shadow that was finally satisfied.

He licked his head and gasped for two breaths. He stood up in a weird position and pressed the switch of the exhaust fan.

The bathroom was hot and stuffy, he was almost suffocating...

Because the ground is full of water, very slippery, when he stood up, he almost fell to his face with a bad center of gravity, or the black shadow used his tentacles to hold his waist, so as to avoid being broken.

As the fresh air was continuously drawn into the bathroom by the exhaust fan, He’s chaotic brain was finally fully awake.

He looked down at himself and found that his body was still covered with shower gel, and even because of the friction, he also had white bubbles.

I can barely take a shower.

At this time, he had soft legs and was too lazy to wash again. After opening the faucet and grass, he washed the shower gel and went out of the bathroom.

At this time, the black shadow is very aware of the thoughtfulness. The dog's legs are held by the tentacles and he is seated on the bed.

Why do you like to sleep in a soft bed? When you cleaned up the house, you pulled a thick quilt out of the cupboard and put it under the sheets. Now after a very laborious exercise, the whole lie down, that kind of The feeling of being completely trapped in the bed made him sigh with a comfortable sigh.

Struggling to pull out the tentacle who wanted to squeeze into the thin quilt, and looked at the tentacles that were particularly lively after the satisfaction. He suddenly had a possibility that he had not thought of before.

Unclear consciousness, in fact, is ultimately a matter of spiritual level.

Since his mental sea injury can be repaired by blending with his partner's mental strength, then the consciousness of the black shadow can be restored so quickly, is it also related to the previous two spiritual blends?

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