The joy was fleeting. Seeing that her lover still closed her eyes, Rose became anxious again, fearing that what she had just experienced was just an illusion. She gritted her teeth and decided to apply more strong medicine, leaning her head towards it, and the fragrance was like petals.
The red lips pressed against each other's mouth, kissing passionately...
Kissing and kissing, Rose's lilac tongue probed into her lover's mouth, tender and lingering...
Not long after, Ximen Lang's tongue suddenly moved, and he responded enthusiastically. The two people's tongues entangled, stirred, and demanded each other. Not only that, his big hands also moved, rubbing the fat rabbit, filling the air with an ambiguous atmosphere.
.
After the kiss ended, the two people separated their mouths. Rose looked intently, and saw that Ximen Lang's face was tired, but he opened a pair of dark starry eyes, and a smile that forced himself to endure pain appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Ah... you finally woke up." Rose cried with joy, and threw herself into her lover's arms with a cry, weeping endlessly.
It has to be said that the rose is Ximen Lang's lucky star. If the two of them had not practiced Wuliang Dafa together before, the thunder blow of the fellow monk would have completely thrown him into the abyss, and it would be impossible for others to save him. Then, in the end, he
His fate is to become an unconscious vegetable, which is more terrible than death.
After waking up, Ximenlang's body was still very weak. He hugged the soft and graceful body in his arms and felt the elastic and smooth two balls moving back and forth on his chest, which made this lustful guy feel a little more energetic. He comforted her softly.
: "Okay...be good, stop crying. Am I not fine now? What's going on? Do you want to wash me away with tears?"
Rose was made to smile by him, and she raised her head. Although there were still tears on her face, her smile was as bright as a flower, as if she saw the beautiful flowers of the morning sun again after a heavy downpour, delicate and watery.
Seeing her like this, Ximen Lang couldn't help laughing. This guy had always been naughty and liked to play tricks. Although the injury was still serious and his whole body ached, he still joked: "Look at you... you are crying and laughing, why do you seem to have been ravaged | after being ravaged?
Heartbroken yet quite comfortable…”
"You..." Rose's pretty face turned red, she pushed the other person away, and said angrily: "You are so immoral, you don't know how worried I am, and you still say this, just to see if I don't hit you..." She raised her voice.
She made a gesture to hit him, but she couldn't bear it after all. She turned around angrily and said, "Huh, I won't pay attention to you anymore."
Ximen Lang shamelessly hugged the other party and said with a smile: "Girl, don't be angry... Good girl, why don't I apologize to you..."
Rose loved him but it was too late, so how could she be angry? She said coquettishly: "Tch, are you apologizing to me or taking advantage of me? Look at your hands..."
"What's wrong with my hands?" Ximen Lang pretended to wonder. In fact, his two big hands were holding a large white steamed bun and kneading it happily.
Rose said helplessly: "You are so shameless."
Someone responded disapprovingly, "Hey, I'm used to it."
As a couple, some affectionate actions are unavoidable. Rose has gradually adapted to it and enjoys this feeling. However, she is worried about her lover's injury after all. "Please move your hand away. I will hold you back. Your injury is still very serious."
Seriously, you need more rest."
"Don't worry, you'll get better at touching it."
Rose blushed and whispered: "It's more important to recuperate. We have a long time to come. When you are healed, you can touch me as long as you want..." Later, her voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible, and her pretty face became
Like red persimmons.
Ximen Lang pushed forward and said: "Then...you let me eat when the time comes..."
"You..." Rose blushed as if she was about to bleed. After a moment of silence, she nodded slightly and made a sound like a mosquito, "Well..."
Only then did Ximen Lang let go and let his lover pick him up and return to the bedroom. The two fell asleep together, talking in low voices.
"Thanks to you being by my side, otherwise, I would have been doomed this time. Sister, you are really my lucky star. I don't know how many lifetimes I have been blessed to have met you."
Rose smiled sweetly and said happily: "As long as you are fine, thank God. From now on, I will heal your wounds every day, and with your special physique, it probably won't take too long for you to recover..."
During the battle at Tianzhong Tower, Ximen Lang fainted in the middle and did not know the final outcome, so he asked questions. Rose answered one by one. Generally speaking, Ximen Lang was satisfied with the result of the battle. However, he heard that Lie Yangzi was poisoned by a poisonous needle.
The psychic king was nowhere to be found, and he was a little worried.
Lieyangzi is an important minister of the Huamen, and his safety naturally worries Ximen Lang, the head of the sect. Now, the psychic king has become his rare assistant and cannot be ignored.
After chatting for a while, Ximen Lang, who had not recovered from his serious injury, became more and more tired and fell into a deep sleep. Unknown to him, the psychic king had already experienced an unusual experience.
It is said that that day, in the woods, the psychic king chased the seriously injured Kato Shan. After chasing him for more than ten miles, the other party disappeared and could only return without success. Who knows, flowers planted with intention will not bloom, and flowers planted without intention will not bloom.
Liuliu Chengyin, when he came back, he accidentally met Inoue Nami who was running away in panic.
When Inoue Nami met this fierce-looking lama, her face changed drastically, because she knew that the other person had almost abnormal martial arts skills and was ruthless. She was no match for him.
A ferocious smile appeared on the ugly face of the psychic king, and he looked at the pretty girl opposite with a fierce look in his eyes, and said viciously: "Little bitch, look where you run, this is your burial place...
…Hehe, I didn’t expect that you would be killed by my men just a few days after you took over as the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi. By the way, I also killed your father Inoue Taoka. You two, father and daughter, go underground and reunite."
Inoue Nami thought to herself, what should I do now? Run away. It's definitely not possible. Once this guy catches me, he will have to twist my head off... She begged with a trembling voice, "Master, please let me go."
I'm still young and don't want to die at such a young age..."
The psychic king flatly refused, "No, if I let you go, the master will not let me go, so you must die."
Inoue Nami's mind was spinning rapidly, and she hurriedly asked: "Master, is the master you are talking about Ximen Lang?"
"Of course." Over time, the King of Psychics has accepted this fact and made some appointments. At the moment, he charges into battle when he has a mission, and eats and drinks well to stay fit when he has nothing to do. He doesn't think about anything else.
Inoue Nami's face was full of surprise, "Master, how is this possible? You are the most powerful and upright man I have ever seen in martial arts. How come you are willing to be a slave to that beast?"