The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

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"Go!"

Mo Yan saw that he had been staring at the man on the ground. Although the other party had already died, his heart still felt very uncomfortable.

Luo Yifeng took back his gaze and stared at his waist thoughtfully, and suddenly he laughed.

"Well?" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, and some doubts looked at her.

"I am very curious. If you take out the soft sword, the fight is too intense. Isn't it afraid that the pants will fall?" Luo Yufeng thought that Mo Yan wore a nei pants and looked like a tiger, and the smile on his lips was even bigger. A few points, "It’s not a good behavior to know this ostrich!"

"Ostrich?" Ink suddenly gave a deep smile, with a bit of dangerous taste.

Luo Yifeng still did not respond to what he wanted to do, he was pressed on the hood.

The inky red lips are gently attached to the soft lips of Luo Xiaofeng.

"Want to see?" His low, hoarse voice, like the old-fashioned wine, flowed out a little bit, with a tempting aroma, and people couldn't help but indulge.

Luo Xiaofeng's small face was stained with a thin blush of blush, and the small hand pushed against the ink of the ink bottle. "Look what you see, you have it, I have it!"

"That let me see you?" Ink whispered softly, and the warm breath came over and the atmosphere became even more radiant.

"No... no need!" Luo Yufeng was scared and squatted, and the body shrank back.

But that is just a form of action. He has been clamped to by the ink, and he has moved half a minute.

"Why don't you? This is the question that determines who is attacking and who is affected!" Mo Yan refused to refuse.

The whole body was affixed up, and the structure different from the male made the ink smashed instantly.

"Perverted!" Luo Xiaofeng reached out and directly slammed his face to his face, struggling to get rid of his big palm.

But the huge ecstasy made the ink sorrow lose his senses, and even this slap could not wake him up.

He bowed his head and kissed Luo Xiaofeng's lips.

Luo Yufeng resisted the boarding of the legs, but it made the ink sticks more successful.

His big palm opened the hem of the Luo Feng Maple shirt, and slipped a little upward until he touched the tightly wrapped cloth, and his eyes recovered a little bit of clarity.

Momo loosened the clamp on Luo Xiaofeng, and his chest was undulating.

"I didn't say it, don't you use this kind of thing in the future?!" His voice was hoarse and sexy, and it was hopeless.

Luo Yifeng's confused eyes blinked, and the consciousness has not recovered. The ignorant and ignorant appearance makes Mo Yan couldn't help but smile.

After taking a few breaths and calming the instigation of his heart, he asked with a calm voice, "Why?"

Luo Xiaofeng knew that he was asking again, why he had to dress up as a man for so many years, and some helpless shrugs and sat up and put his clothes together, and she slowly said what happened to her family.

After obsessed with the pain, Mo Yan took Luo Xiaofeng into her arms and kissed the hair of her head a little bit. The killing in her eyes was a bit stronger than ever.

Those little girls who don’t let their beloved, he will never let go.

***

They did not stay in that small village and drove to the city overnight. Fortunately, Wang Bo woke up halfway. Several people sent Han Yu to the hospital and found a hotel nearby.

After staying for a few days, he saw his young master and ink master getting tired and tired, just like a couple in love, Wang Bojun's hair is almost white.