Chapter 687 The Beautiful, Powerful and Miserable Devil Kidnapped the Little Fairy From Yaowang Valley
Nangong Jue entered the room, wet a towel and cleaned Luo Shui's face.
After wiping it twice, Luo Shui's slightly frowned brows relaxed.
The man laughed softly: "Is it so uncomfortable?"
Luo Shui nodded hurriedly, "No, it's very uncomfortable."
Nangong Jue shook his head and took off the hair accessory on her head, and the silky long hair fell down.
He seemed to have found something fun. His fingers could not help but caress the woman's hair, twisting it into a circle, then letting it fall, and then twisting it and falling again...
Luo Shui looked helpless, conniving and not disgusted.
Nangong Jue came back to his senses and looked into her gentle eyes, feeling happy to be pampered and indulged by her.
He looked at the woman in front of him, who was going to sleep with him in the future, with black hair and white hair, and he was still in a daze until now.
"Lolo..."
Luo Shui: "Huh? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it feels like a dream."
The whole person seemed to be floating in the air, with no sense of reality.
Luo Shui's eyes flashed lightly, she hugged his neck and kissed his lips, letting the soft sweetness spread unbridled in his world.
She didn't kiss him for long, but she let go of him after a while.
"Does it still feel like a dream now?" he asked with a smile.
Nangong Jue looked at her moist lips and pursed his lips, "It still looks the same!"
"What do you want?"
"Kiss me again."
After finishing speaking, Nangong Jue gently raised Luo Shui's chin, lowered his head and kissed her.
Nangong Jue was inexperienced when it came to matters between men and women. There was confusion at the beginning, but things got better after a while.
I don’t know who started first, the red bed curtain was put down, the wedding dress was thrown out...
The tent was warm with red candles, and was turned into red waves until late at night...
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On the border of Yi Feng County, a group of people were stationed in the grassland with murderous intent.
"Is the news accurate? Did Nangong Jue really appear alone in Wuyou Valley?" A woman covered in a black cloak said coldly.
Zhongli looked cold, "Well, I have reliable information."
The woman sneered, "Reliable news? Oh, didn't you get the location of the Demon Palace's base camp before? What's the result!
We didn't even find anything, we were just running around like a fool, and the people in the Demon Palace still don't know how to laugh at us behind our backs..."
Zhongli's eyes turned cold and his voice was a little cold.
"Zhong Yun, I feel guilty for you, but this is not your reason for being unreasonable. Don't make me angry."
His eyes were cold and cruel, with the ruthlessness of drawing a knife if something didn't go his way. Zhong Yun, who was used to being arrogant, didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore. He snorted coldly and turned around to go back to his tent.
Zhongli said expressionlessly: "Let's set off soon!"
Zhong Yun paused and didn't go back to the tent at all, and went straight to the carriage.
She sat in the carriage, looked at the empty sleeves, and gritted her teeth.
"Nangong Jue, Luo Shui, I will make sure you die without a burial this time and become a pair of miserable mandarin ducks!"
None of these bitches can escape!
At the beginning of dawn, Luo Shui opened his sleepy eyes.
"When is it?" she asked drowsily.
Nangong Jue hugged the soft girl in his arms and said with a hoarse and sexy voice, "It's already time. It's still early. Let's sleep a little longer."
Luo Shui: "..."
It's still early!
She rubbed her face against someone's smooth and delicate chest, stretched out her arms to hug him, and said, "It's late, it's time to get up."
Even as he said this, his body felt as if he was glued to the bed, feeling lazy.
Nangong Jue squeezed her flailing hand and pulled her into his body. He noticed the woman's smooth snow-skinned skin, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, feeling as if he had shot himself in the foot.
After all, I overestimated the body that I had just eaten.