Chapter Nine Hundred and Forty Eight: Dark Clouds Cover Chang'an

Chang'an city.

As the setting sun slanted, the ancient city was bathed in golden sunlight, revealing the vicissitudes of history in its grandeur.

Before, Lin Qinghua used magic to turn Chang'an City into a death row, and the boundless shady enveloped the whole field. But now, the city sees the community as calm, as if nothing happened. Soldiers from the Tang Dynasty patrolled the walls, with distinctive armor and neat steps, giving the impression of an elite army.

The gate of the city has not been closed yet, there are traffickers coming in and out, some are busy going into the city to handle errands, and some are busy going out of the city to go home, all this seems normal.

Ning Tao frowned slightly: "Ma Daguo, you are sure..."

It doesn't sound right.

Of course not.

When he opened his mouth to speak, his tongue was bound to move, and the fairy lying on his tongue was immediately thrown up, then landed on his tongue again, rolled around twice, and then grabbed his tongue with her hands to fix it.

"Ning Lang, don't talk, your tongue is moving around, I'm not stable, I'm afraid of bumping into your teeth." Nanmen Xunxian's voice, this voice has a feeling of rock sugar lotus root The thread is attached to the thread.

That's actually not lotus root, it's saliva.

It was only then that Ning Tao remembered what kind of situation he and she were in.

Although he doesn't have eyes in his mouth, his spiritual consciousness is so powerful now. Even without looking, he knew she was sticking out her fat ass, her round belly pressed against his tongue. There is also a pair of big white rabbits, which are also tightly pressed against his tongue, and his saliva...

What does it feel like to be wet with saliva?

He can't see it, but his tongue can feel it. In the world of men and women, doesn't the tongue always play an indispensable and important role? Moreover, the tongue still has a sense of taste. She lay on his tongue and soaked in his saliva. He was always tasting the taste of her human-shaped elixir.

It tastes a little sweet.

It tastes a little salty.

But he definitely wouldn't tell outsiders about this smell.

The horse turned his eyes and stared at Ning Tao's mouth.

Ning Tao hurriedly closed his mouth tightly, he can see some scenery, but others cannot.

Ma Mian felt unwilling, and muttered: "What's there to cover up? Brother Yu just wants to see what your siblings are doing in your mouth."

"Uh-huh..." Ning Tao didn't even know what he was talking about.

However, just after he finished "Ulu", he felt a pair of small hands on his tongue pulling his tongue.

I told you that you were not allowed to speak, but you wanted to speak, if you didn’t pull your tongue, whose tongue would you pull?

Ma Mian chuckled and said, "Sisters and sisters, is Brother Ning's tongue honest or not? If his tongue is dishonest, you can tell Brother Yu, and Brother Yu will make the decision for you."

Of course Nanmen Xunxian would not respond.

Ning Tao was dying of embarrassment, he didn't want to talk nonsense with Ma Mian, so he pointed at the city gate, and then walked towards the city gate.

Ma Mian caught up with Ning Tao's footsteps, glanced at a certain place on his body, and suddenly showed an exaggerated expression on his face: "Damn, brother, you brought two guns, this time Lin Qinghua is dead Yes. When you draw your gun, be sure to draw it correctly, and don’t draw it wrong.”

Ning Tao: "..."

Danxian lay on his tongue, keeping in contact with him at a negative distance all the time, it's no wonder he didn't. But it's not his fault, he has read "Your Sutra" several times along the way, and every time after suppressing his brother, it took less than a minute for his brother to stand up again, majestic and heroic. That fat girl's pill is lying on his tongue, on his tongue, on his tongue!

Say important things three times.