The Road to Slaying God

Regardless of morality or law, first of all, Zhang Yang is a man, a man of good temperament, and there is a boiling blood flowing in Zhang Yang's blood vessels.

If Zhang Yang is a haunting Liu Xiahui, then there will not be the title of "Peeping King" and he will not be the object of Liu Biao's worship. In fact, Liu Biao met Zhang Yang and thought that Zhang Yang was a real Man, a man who dares to act and peep ...

When a woman with a beautiful flower, skin wins snow, and a voice full of temptation says that you are not responsible, will you not move?

If you still do not move in this situation, then this person has only three possibilities. First, he is sick! Second, there is still illness. Third, still sick!

Zhang Yang is not sick, there is no need to question, even if there are any minor illnesses, the magic of "The Immortal Road" has already been treated ...

Almost a human instinct, Zhang Yang gently and gently laid Wang Yan on the sofa.

The perfect curve and the white skin exposed to the outside make the hot flames flutter in the open eyes, and constantly touched every part of Wang Yan's body with eyes, Wang Yan closed her eyes shyly, and her long eyelashes kept on Shake, she is ready, ready to withstand the rain, this day, she waited for a long time, when she knew about men and women, she was waiting, waiting for this moment ...

Zhang Yang stretched out his right hand, as if afraid that Wang Yan would wake up, and placed it gently on her white calf. His smooth skin was like silk, and his hands shuddered with excitement. His hands slowly moved down to her ankles, rubbing gently, the delicate skin was moist and shiny.

The rough big hand rubs on the toes, and the crystal skin gently **** the big hands along Wang Yan's ankle, to the ankle, and then continues upward, staying on the white calf, his With both hands, she has a pair of soft feet to slowly separate her feet to the sides. Wang Yan felt as if her body was flying, feeling extremely comfortable and happy, and could not help but groan like a nightmare.

Clothes are becoming less and less lost in time ...

Shapely and smooth legs are right in front of you, the skin is so white and shiny, the lines are delicate and beautiful, just like the ivory carving, this is what makes men crazy **!

Zhang Yang put her right hand on her thigh, feeling warm and gentle, and pressing it gently, she had a surname. Zhang Yang was like a volcanic eruption. He couldn't help it anymore. He rushed up, and the suppressed ** broke out instantly. He held Wang Yan's thigh in his hands and stroked it. His ivory legs made him put it down, and touched it again and again, it seemed that he wanted to squeeze this tender and watery body dry.

He kept kissing, licking and sucking, his warm feeling and fair skin brought his surname to a new peak. Under his stroke, Wang Yan felt a heat in his body began to burst out, his voice trembled, and his eyebrows were lightly wrinkled ...

On that silky silk-like jade skin, Zhang Yang gently stroked her with love. He was completely intoxicated by the delicate, silky, rare and rare delicate texture, and immersed in the faint beauty body fragrance exuded by the delicate and incense-free skin.

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[In order to avoid harmony and save everyone a starting point coin, about a million words are omitted here! 】

Passion is like the tide of the sea.

Until eight o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yang was still indulged in the sea of ​​desire and could not extricate himself.

His whole man was in a state of madness, as if to vent completely on Wang Yan's soft, white and delicate body.

The months of depression have been completely vented in these short hours.

This night, Wang Yan's purine did not stop until the morning, and pain and joy intersected ...

Tears!

joy!

pain!

Passion!

...

All the depression and joy were unbridled in this somewhat cool morning. At this moment, no moral law can restrain Zhang Yang, who is eating wild food ...

Whether it is Wang Yan or Zhang Yang, they will remember this unforgettable morning in their lifetimes, and remember that this morning where their hearts and **** are fused together.

Everything seems so profitable, so natural, it seems that every action and every detail is done in a natural way.

When the sun shot into the huge floor-to-ceiling windows from behind, and when the shop door opened, the two woke up from a tight hug.

"They're here for work." Zhang Yang's heart sank, and he thought of Liu An.

"Well ... leave them alone, stay with me for a day, you are not allowed to go out this door, today, you are mine." Wang Yan glanced at Zhang Yang charmingly, and the snow-white towering Yufeng made Zhang Yang dazzle.

"But ..." Zhang Yang glanced at the open glass door.

Wang Yan covered his mouth, stretched out the pink jade arm to the coffee table, picked up the two remote controls and gently pressed it. The glass closed silently, and the light-colored floor-to-ceiling curtain made a "slight" sound, slowly Close up.

Now, this place has become an isolated place. Zhang Yang was relieved. Immediately, his eyes fell on Wang Yan's rouge-like skin again ...

"No, I haven't rested all night. I'll take a shower ..."

Wang Yan smiled softly, avoiding the open claws, dragged a white towel, and jumped into the bathroom. The undulating body under the towel was extremely light. Zhang Yang was another burst of blood, and almost followed him into the bathroom. When the door made a "snoring" sound, Zhang Yang lay down on the bed.

This evening, the two were tossing on the large sofa. Although the sofa was wide, after all, they were not comfortable on the bed. When lying down on the bed, Zhang Yang felt tired and fell asleep in the hazy ...

Zhang Yang had a wonderful dream.

He dreamed that he was hugging left and right, that his wives and concubines were in groups, that he had become Yang Guang, that the big bed was under the quilt, and that he was turned red waves ...

In his sleep, Zhang Yang felt a soft tender body lying in his arms, and felt the soft red lips kissing his forehead ...

This dream is extremely long.

Countless women appeared in dreams, countless smiley faces, Xiao Yiran, Du Xue, Liu An, Wang Yan, Xue Lian, Nana ...

Nana!

Amazingly, Zhang Yang awakened from his dream, and that cold face made him look like he was drowned by cold water ...

"Ah ... Nana ..."

Zhang Yang sat up in horror.

A person.

A man in a black tight-fitting suit, with blue silk like a waterfall, and a icy woman hanging on his face.

It's Nana.

Nana was sitting quietly on the bedside, just like a stone sculpture, with a pair of deep eyes looking at Zhang Yang, as if she wanted to see through Zhang Yang's internal organs.

"Zhang Yang, who ... ah ... Sister Na ..." Wang Yan woke up when she heard Zhang Yang's voice. She wiped her eyes, opened her eyes, and saw a person sitting on the bedside. Suddenly startled, he quickly covered ** 's body with a quilt and looked at Nana dullly.

No one can remain calm in this situation.

There was a long silence in the room.

Zhang Yang didn't know how to say, and couldn't move. Now, he was lying on the bed with Wang Yan naked. It seemed that any explanation was superfluous ...

"Sister Nana, when did you come?" Wang Yan seemed a little scared of Nana, shrinking her neck, her face flushed, her eyes afraid to look at Nana.

"For a long time."

"It's been a long time ..." Wang Yan was weak and didn't know what to say.

"I'll be here before you start." Nana said lightly.

"..."

Zhang Yang and Wang Yan were suddenly stunned, as if there was a feeling of being caught in bed.

"Sister Nana, I, I ... we ..." Wang Yan stuttered and didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, you go on, I just saw that you haven't eaten for more than twenty hours, so I brought you something to eat."

Nana stood up and walked to the coffee table. Zhang Yang and Wang Yan were surprised to see that there were two bags of instant noodles on the coffee table and a bottle of boiling water.

Nana tore up the instant noodles without expression, poured boiling water into it, and sealed it. She was meticulous and very focused.

A few minutes later, the room was full of aroma.

Almost at the same time, Wang Yan and Zhang Yang both screamed in the stomach. Both of them couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and they didn't know how many times they had gone crazy. Not hungry.

However, despite being hungry, the two never dare to get out of bed.

"You eat slowly. I'm leaving first. By the way, Zhang Yang, this is my contact information. After you return to C City to deal with things, contact me. There are very important things." Nana went to the window and said.

"Nana ..."

"Sister Na ..."

"Huh?" Nana looked back at Zhang Yang, a faint expression, unable to see her inner thoughts.

"I……"

"Do not let me go?" Nana smiled slightly, turned around and went to the bed to sit quietly.

(To be continued)