Ning Xiaoling flopped softly on Siwei's shoulder, her upright, triangular ears fluttering pinkly as she breathed.
Her nine tails were large and soft, looking fluffy and fluttering gently like cloud fluff, the four paws of the snow-treading softly resting on both sides of SiShi's fragrant shoulders, her round pupils full of weak and begging for mercy, seemingly hoping that this demon lord who was caressing his own body could let himself go.
But this demoness didn't have the slightest intention of letting Ning Xiaoling go.
She gently rubbed the soft fur around her neck and smiled, "Are you happy with the body, Little Age?"
Ning Xiaoling thought to herself that if she had known that there was such a big weakness in her tail, she definitely wouldn't have wanted to drill in. Whether I'm satisfied or not is another story, but it seems to me that you're all quite satisfied with it
Ning Xiaoling wanted to cry without tears, thinking to herself how she
Ning Nagisa and Lu Married Married listened to this answer, their hearts rising and falling. Regarding the fallen state lord from five hundred years ago, Ning Nagisa had presumed a few in his mind, but it had never occurred to him that the fallen state lord was said to be a saint. The same is true for Land Marriage. When she had asked Simian, she had done so out of curiosity, thinking only that it was a shocking secret, not realizing that the answer was so simple. But that happens to be a blind spot in thinking as well. But why should the saint rebel when he is already the supreme lord of the land? What was the thing he rebelled against, exactly? As they were thinking about it, Siwei had already opened his lips in a sly manner and said: "Nowadays, there is still a Lingxu Pavilion on the Remnant Hope Peak in the Middle Kingdom, a few months ago, I visited it when I traveled alone in the Middle Kingdom, but the mountain has been
As New Year's Eve approached, the disciples of the Ancient Spirit Sect had dispersed one after another. In the original large Divine Sect, the older generation of cultivators had already died in the previous tragic disaster in the Underworld Hall, and now the entire sect was even more lifeless. Yujin's home wasn't far away, so she lingered for a few more days. The young girl was equipped with the sword of an inner disciple, and two servants stood behind her, carrying her bulging bag for her. The carriage was ready at the entrance, waiting to depart at any time. Yu Jin stood on the drawbridge leading to the Nine Specters Hall and looked away for a while. Ning Xiaoling's figure never appeared. As she turned back, she noticed a small fox staring at her from the woods. She recognized the beautiful spirit fox, which she could see happily hopping around outside from time to time during her classes at Wood Hall. Yu Jin originally thou
Red lacquer window lattice, rose-like wood grain grows, white window paper covered with thin ice, light blurred through, the world under the sun is dense with cold air, the case of pure glaze color pale green porcelain vase, red plum demonic through the fragrance. Lu married to stand in the window, light through the thin ice, refracted from different angles, illuminated her snow-white clothes, falling on the ground shadow appears blurred. The snow hadn't stopped yet, and the icy edges of the eaves were occasionally dripping, and she was silent as she looked out the window at the broken snow that flew in now and then. Ning long rose from the bed, the pillow side of the residual warmth is still there, he reached out and touched, and then looked along the shadow, in the line of sight, the only thing to see the woman standing in jade, ivory snow neck full of light, bright dazzling, cloudy clothes ethereal, as if at any time will be melted in the light. "Awake?" L
"It's her?" Lu Married looked at this sudden scene and was also taken aback. However, after careful consideration, it is also reasonable, such a nature of Simin, will certainly choose not to wear a mask when everyone is wearing a mask, and then walk to you in front of you in a big way to fool you. It was her cunning device and her fatal loophole. "What are you doing, sir?" The maid gently cried out in pain, her words trying to maintain calm: "There are rules in the building, if you want to be accompanied by a songstress, you can talk to the steward, but if you break the rules, no matter where the bigwigs are, you can be expelled from the building." Ning looked at her for a long time and said, "Still pretending?" "What are you pretending? Sir, there is still room for maneuver in this matter, if you don't let go," the maid maintained her demeanor and gently cautioned. Lu Married suddenly raised her head and looked at the roof of
In winter, just after New Year's Eve, the fireworks in the sky and the night have been replaced by dawn, leaving only the wind and snow to blow and roll endlessly. Ning Nagisa was alone with his sword as he crossed the clouds. He stood on his sword, the wind whistling in his ears. His gaze took a bird's eye view of the earth through the pale wind and snow, and the whole of the earth seemed like embellishments on a long, snow-white scroll spread out into the boundless distance. The Ancient Spirit Sect had long since left him. Last night's drunkenness was still tossing around in his head, making him a little dizzy. The cold wind washed over his eyes, bringing a little bit of sobriety, he thought back to last night's events, just the corner of his mouth hooked up, laughing to himself "what a nonsense". Last night, they tied Simin jointly in the room, bullying, forcing her to say some shameful words to admit their mistakes, the three were reunited
Between the buildings that looked like a mountain city, the high tower emitted a glittering golden light, and the white-clothed boy picked up the steps, his steps following the winding staircase, leading to the highest place of the Heavenly Ranking. The eyes of the crowd fell upon him, and words were drawn from him. A young boy with a childish face held a pocket attic in his hands as he looked at this white-clothed boy and gently shook his head. "Senior brother, can you tell how deep he is?" Beside the little boy, a small and delicate little girl asked. The little boy said, "I saw his eyebrows, so I shook my head." The little girl asked, "What happened to this gentleman's eyebrows? His eyebrows are very clear." "Superficial." The young boy coldly said, "There is frost and snow between his eyebrows. When he comes with a sword, he can't even do a good job of protecting his body with aura, so how can he be a match for young master xiao Qi
The high buildings of the sky list were built with snow, and scattered footprints were added to the flat and fluffy snow. Xojou dragged his gun and looked over his shoulder at the man who had rubbed him the wrong way. He was already very tired, he only felt that something was pressing on his eyelids, straight to make his upper and lower eyelids close together, and in the blurred view, that single and somewhat serious voice line came into his ears, the words of ''14th Disciple of the Sword Pavilion'' likewise struck down like thunder, temporarily dispersing the pain and exhaustion that was radiating from his body. So many great things have happened in the world in these months. The matter of the Sword Pavilion accepting its fourteenth disciple was something he was well aware of. Because at first, the eighth disciple, Jianti, came out of the pavilion to defeat him, in order to release the Sword Pavilion's disciple acceptance order. Later on, Jianti left
Liu Xi Wan wrapped in a black cotton cloak, tightly wrapped body like an owl gathering its wings in the wind and snow. The wind blowing outside the door swirled back around her neck, and her short, shiny hair fluttered, like the black tide of the sea that collided with the jade tree-like neck, and in her messy eyebrows, although her eyebrows were cold and she was dressed up like a male, she had not yet completely shed her childishness, and between her bright eyes and dainty lips, she carried a sense of small and delicate delicacy. She stood, towering over the teenager who was in no crisis, sitting still. Ning Changjiu tilted his head some to look at her and said, "Your hair is dyed black?" Liu Xi Wan's eyebrows narrowed, her eyelashes were already long and thick, and now that they were narrowed, her good-looking eyes were like two lines drawn by an ink brush, full of killing intent. "I was originally black!" Liu Xiwan said with a straight face