The bodies of the two are so close to each other, although they haven't met directly yet, Huang Yingli can clearly feel the strong and aggressive atmosphere of the man.

She is completely powerless to resist, and under the absolute gap of power, no means can help.

The man lowered his head, put it in her ear, and chuckled, "Miss Bai San, what are you running? Our words ... don't seem to finish?"

The hot breath blew on the sensitive earlobe, and the temperature on the face gradually increased.

She missed a beat.

This feeling of incomparable danger and powerless resistance suddenly gave her a strange sense of familiarity.

Unconsciously, a few moments of past life flashed through my mind.

...

Many years ago, in the ancient ruins of the Xiling Desert, she met Mu Chengying for the first time, and fought for a Nine-level Warcraft Nedan.

At that time, she was a peerless genius cultivated by the Palace of Fire. She thought she was invincible among her peers, but in front of Mu Chengying, she couldn't even stop her three moves.

The man, too, pressed her against the wall, bowed his head in ambiguity, and whispered in his ear.

"A kiss, for a nine-level Nedan, isn't this sale a loss? Uh?"

Huang Yan could not slap him with a slap, but Mu Chengying did not know what method was used to seal her meridians.

When she couldn't move, the man's thin lips hooked slightly, blocking her lips, sucking and lingering ...

In the end, Mu Chengying reluctantly let go of her, shoved Nedan into her palm, and sighed, "It's a pity that there is still something important, or I really want to stay with you, beloved, wait for me to find you!"

He kissed her again on her lips, a flash, disappearing into the air.

"I wait for you to die !!!"

The first time Huang Ye had planted such a large follower, she also suffered such losses, and she was crazy.

She wiped her kissed red lips fiercely, and couldn't get back her first kiss taken away ...

...

"Little girl, what's going on?"

The man's low voice sounded suddenly, only to find that Huang Yeli was lost.

At this moment, she thought of Mu Chengying ...

Is it because the man in front of him is equally powerful and trembling?

Feng Huang moved her wrist and found that with her strength, she couldn't compete with this man at all and had to give up.

She gritted her teeth. "I said, I'm not Miss Bai San!"

"No?"

The man chuckled and reached in front of her. The thinned lips were perfectly shaped, so close, as if in the next second, they would stick to her face.

Feng Li is stiff from the whole person.

"What do you want to do?"

Isn't he ready to kiss her?

Immediately afterwards, a warm touch came from her face.

But it wasn't the thin lips of the man, but his fingers.

The slender and powerful fingers seemed to be a work of art carved from white jade, gently sliding on her face, as if caressing her.

The man carefully touched every inch of her skin on her face, and then held her chin, looked up and down for a while, and said, "It looks like ... not good."

Huang Yanli didn't understand what he was doing at first, but soon she reacted.

The man did not know what method to use to remove the camouflage on her face!