Chapter 543 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (78)

One is about to enter the Mahayana stage, and the other is in the late Jindan stage. With this disparity, there is no need to think about who is unable to resist.

The ambiguous sound of water stains sounded in the hall.

Shen Mubai was breathless from his kiss. If it weren't for the spiritual power of the Dantian in a cultivator's body, he would have fainted by now. A pair of eyes filled with mist, she stared blankly at the face in front of her, not understanding why things suddenly changed like this, nor did she understand that the gloomy and silent banquet many years ago would look different now.

In fact, what she doesn't know is that even a person with a cheerful nature who has been tempered and tempered for a hundred years in the Demon Realm will be pretty good if he doesn't become a madman when he comes out.

And every day and night for the past hundred years, Yan Rong has been thinking about her and Qiyang Sect's words. Over time, this feeling is no longer as simple as obsession.

The clothes on his body were taken off at some point, and the other party's hands spread all the way up. Shen Mubai couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Under the gaze of those dark eyes, she couldn't help but look away, bit her lower lip in shame, and a few tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

The crystal white skin is like a light pink coat, looking extremely alluring.

Yanrong's Adam's apple moved slightly. If it had been in the past, he might have stopped when he saw his master's tears.

But...when I think of the other person's true thoughts, I can't suppress the violence in my chest.

The redness in Yanrong's eyes became more and more intense, so much so that the other party never stopped even when he cried out in pain.

Shen Mubai whimpered, but he could only hold onto the other person's body with both hands. The feeling as if his soul had been penetrated was really terrible. No matter how much he dodged, there was nothing he could do. He would only be pushed harder || Doing it.

The movement below her body never stopped, Yanrong buried his face into her neck and kissed her densely.

Shen Mubai had become numb from the original shame. She could only grit her teeth to prevent herself from making strange sounds, but when she felt a wet touch, she slightly opened her eyes.

Yanrong raised his face, his eyes were already red to a frightening level, and he said in a choked voice, "Master."

Like a small beast in desperate situation, it let out a low roar from its throat.

Shen Mubai, "..." Shouldn't she be the one who should cry?

Yanrong's eyes were bloodshot, and he called her lowly again, causing the pain under her body to become even more severe.

He kept his voice low like this, shouting countless times, and his eyes became redder and redder.

Shen Mubai didn't know what to think. It was obvious that she was the one who should be wronged and the one who should cry, but this person seemed to be more wronged and more uncomfortable than her.

In the end, you have to comfort the other person while being (cao).

After it was over, Shen Mubai curled up on the bed with a numb face. There were dense marks on his slender white calves, as well as his collarbone and chest. At a glance, it was very shocking.

On the other hand, Yan Rong hugged her whole body and rubbed her cheek with a satisfied look on her face.

Shen Mubai said in a hoarse voice, "How many days have it been?"

Yanrong replied in a low voice, "Three days."

Shen Mubai said oh, and thought numbly, it turns out this is dual cultivation.

"Master, do you want to eat spiritual meat?" Yanrong kissed her cheek and asked.

Shen Mubai nodded hesitantly, thinking a little despairingly that since the day was spent, he would naturally continue to eat.