The lips kissed, and in an instant, Zhu Yuyan's eyes suddenly opened to the limit, and three points of surprise, three points of anger, three points of shyness and the last point of at a loss. Her delicate body became even more like a lightning strike, and her limbs were frozen. She couldn't remember to urge the vigil to shake off this hateful disciple. Even the original clear thoughts gradually became blurred. In a daze, she vaguely noticed something soft and tough, separated her red lips, pushed her teeth, and with her extremely powerful and domineering manner, she went straight into the depths that had never been visited by outsiders.

The mentality of women in the world is almost the same. At some point for certain special purposes, they can endure the strongest sense of humiliation and disgust, and offer their own salute to any strange man. They can even give up on their relationship. In anger, Zhu Yuyan simply gave up on himself and angrily devoted himself to the "Badao" Yue Shan, whom he had always hated the most, and thus gave birth to Zhu Meixian.

But until he was confirmed to be pregnant, the two of them were always routine. Every time they got together, Zhu Yuyan would never take off his upper clothes, let alone Yueshan had any tricks, just exercised mechanically and could finish it. As for the touch and kissing of his lips, he could not even think about it. Yueshan was so happy that he could get favored by the fairy. He was overjoyed to Zhu Yuyan, so he dared to have any extravagance? Therefore, although the restrictions and conditions were harsh, he was still willing to accept it, without any complaints. It was not until Zhu Meixian was born that the queen of Yin took her daughter privately and abandoned him, a man who was purely used to borrow seeds, that Yueshan woke up like a dream.

Zhu Yuyan was disgusted with Yueshan, so he was not allowed to touch his red lips. But when she and Shi Zhixuan were in love, there was no such restriction. However, Shi Zhixuan had just made his debut back then. When it comes to music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs, etc., the descendants of the Huajian School were at their best, and naturally acted romantic and elegant. But when it comes to the fun methods between men and women, Shi Zhixuan, who was still a love affair back then, would at most obey the instinctive urge and do whatever men and women love to do, and would not have any tricks. At that time, Zhu Yuyan's situation was not much better than him. So although he had kissed, he could only count it like a dragonfly touching the water. But how could he have tried such an aggressive French-style wet kiss like the little prince now?

In an instant, a feeling of being completely occupied spread from the lips and tongue to the limbs like ripples. An unprecedented sense of happiness and beauty, and a sense of security that can be relied on, even more touching than a real mercy. The surprise, shame and anger in Zhu Yuyan's eyes gradually faded away, and instead a layer of hazy mist appeared. The stiff ** also gradually softened and there was no sign of resistance. A delicate "moan~" humming came from the deepest part of his throat. Zhu Yuyan turned his back, and the white jade lotus arms around and hugged Yang Zhao's neck, and the lilac was vomited secretly, and he automatically sent it to him to entangle with the little prince. Both body and mind were completely intoxicated.

Even though there is a huge gap between age and identity, at this moment, the distance between the two hearts is unprecedentedly close. Unconsciously, both of them are no longer satisfied with the union of the heart, but instead have an impulse at the same time, requiring further intimate contact and fully possess the other party.

Moving his hands that were originally holding the jade man's waist down, Yang Zhao picked up her plump buttocks and held them up. Zhu Yuyan moaned in a tingling voice, automatically cooperating with the little prince's movements, crossing his slender and strong legs between his waist. His whole body was like a vine climbing around a big tree, completely attached to the man, allowing him to take him inside, put himself on the bamboo collapse, and gradually removed the clothes covered by the two of them. Then, Zhu Yuyan felt as if he was suddenly in the boundless sea, passively enduring waves of endless waves. In that peak, she was... completely lost.

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After a long time, the ** has been collected. On the bamboo collapse, Yang Zhao hugged Zhu Yuyan tightly, and they were inseparable from each other, without any barrier. Yang Zhao's right arm passed through the thick silk satin-like hair, allowing the jade man to lean on his neck, pillow and chin to steadily hold her beautiful face; his left arm wrapped around her curved **, holding the snowy mountain peak between his fingers. Zhu Yuyan was so tired that he curled up in his man's arms like a cat, and used his broad and solid chest as a pillow. Her eyebrows were filled with joy and satisfaction. The pink color on her delicate body had not faded, and when she looked closely, it looked even more beautiful. Even though neither of them spoke, the tranquility at this moment was even more precious than gold.

The "Changqing Villa" in Yang Su's mansion was originally quiet and elegant, with few idle people disturbing him. Now that Yang Su is dead, his mansion has been investigated, and the building is even more empty, so you are no longer afraid of being knocked out by outsiders. However, the house is all made of bamboo, and it is also for the sake of cooling and ventilation. Summer is a good place to escape the summer heat, but now it is in the middle of winter, so it is a little cold. The two of them are so angry that they are extremely fierce just now, and the "war situation" is extremely fierce, so naturally they don't feel anything. But now...

A gust of cold wind roared into the window. Even if the little prince blocked him, the coldness still invaded his upper body, causing Zhu Yuyan to twist his eyebrows, and suddenly he shook his face. Yang Zhao felt a little heartache, but he was unwilling to activate his true energy rashly, disturbing her good dream. At that moment, he turned his empty right hand over and spread it to the sky, urging his strength slightly. The soft light spit out from his palm, which was the "Divine Emperor" of the god weapon.

The Divine Emperor rose slowly, completely separated from the host's body, and then slowly landed and inserted into the ground in front of the bed. It was attached to the blade tip, and the divine bird phoenix located near the sword thigh, and the inner flower in the eye socket was flowing, and a ball of hot red light was like its own spirituality. It was the Yang Fire Inner Alchemy transformed by the nine thousand years of the Yan Emperor's divine power and according to the wordless true scripture method.

When fighting against the enemy, the Yang Fire internal elixir can be transformed into the most solid and tenacious "Red Crystal Armor" in the world according to the heart. Any magic weapon will be difficult to damage at all. As long as Yang Zhao continues to warm up the Qianyang True Fire, even if the armor is damaged, it can quickly replenish the loss and repair the flaws. But at this time, its magical power is enough to burn the sky and boil the sea, the role it can play is just similar to a plate of charcoal fire.

The power of the inner alchemy slowly spread, and red light filled every corner of the room, forming an invisible but qualitative protective barrier, keeping the cold wind and cold outside the wall. Within a radius of five feet, it suddenly became warm like spring. Zhu Yuyan, who was curled up in the little prince's arms, stretched his willow eyebrows, murmured with satisfaction, and changed into a more comfortable position.

Accompanied by the movements of the jade man in his arms, the orchid-like honey fragrance spread throughout the room, and the people in the middle were drunk. Yang Zhao could not help but feel intent. The body, which was still beautiful and slightly tired, slowly woke up, and then suddenly became hard uncontrollably, squeezed into the buttocks like snow-like buttocks, and was immediately clamped tightly by his tight legs. The hot feeling was scraped on the inside of his daughter's most sensitive thighs. Zhu Yuyan woke up with a "moan~" sound again.

Her delicate body was weak and her mind had not yet fully recovered. Since she felt uncomfortable, she subconsciously reached down and held the foreign object between her legs straight on the spot. However, Zhu Yuyan squeezed a thin sweat in her palm, and the residue of the two of them had just met, making the hot thing look slippery like a loach. Zhu Yuyan couldn't hold it in her grasp, almost letting it get away and get lost. In a daze, she strengthened her tenderness, intending to catch it and fix it, but the action turned into a swipe up and down, just like actively serving the little prince. The feeling of happiness and beauty brought by it seemed to be as good as it was just now.

Yang Zhao sighed long and finally confirmed again that he really possessed Zhu Yuyan's body again. If the first time between the two was a coincidence or a coincidence, then the mistake that happened the second time would make him unable to find any excuses to push the matter. After calming down and looking at his heart carefully again, Yang Zhao finally realized that he had never regretted this matter at all.

The little prince tightened his arms and stopped Zhu Yuyan's movements. Then he leaned over his lips and kissed her forehead, and called softly: "Yuyan, enough. If you continue like this, I will be unable to bear it again."

After all this tossing, Zhu Yuyan also woke up completely. She was both ashamed and annoyed, and hurriedly shrank her hands and let go of the hot and hard thing that was as hard as a red iron rod. She turned her back and hit the little prince's thigh with a "bang" bit her lower lip, and said angrily with a lazy look that could not be concealed: "You dare... you dare..." Before she finished speaking, she was dizzy again and couldn't continue talking.

The queen of the Demon Sect, who was terrifying and terrifying in the world, showed such a young daughter. Yang Zhao saw it in his eyes and felt charming and warm, and indescribable satisfaction. He hugged the beauty in his arms tightly and said sincerely: "Yuyan, Yuyan, I am really happy to be like you. This is fate. Perhaps... from the time you and I first met in Manqing Courtyard that day, everything has been arranged in the dark."

The little prince's true feelings were revealed, and Zhu Yuyan's ears were heard, and his delicate body suddenly trembled again in an instant. Thousands of words and hundreds of flavors flowed into his heart. It was not until this moment that she suddenly realized that what she longed for in her heart was not the unity of the holy gate and the establishment of a great hegemony for thousands of years. From beginning to end, what she really wanted most was to find a husband who cares about herself, loves herself, can shelter her from the wind and rain, and brings her a sense of security.

Shi Zhixuan let down the true love he gave, and Yue Shan was just a tool he used to cut off the bonds of love. Could it be that his true destiny would be the boy who was now holding him tightly in his arms and was almost the same age as his daughter?

Thinking of his daughter Zhu Meixian, Yin Hou subconsciously contracted his heart. His arms subconsciously pressed against the little prince's chest and pushed him away half a foot. Then he sat up from the collapse and grabbed the clothes scattered by the bed to cover the seductive spring light. Then he raised his hand and slapped the little prince's face with a "pa~" slap on the little prince's face. However, although the sound was loud, there was no trace of red left, and there was obvious thunder and raindrops. The little prince also sat up at the same time and smiled bitterly: "Yuyan, you..."

Zhu Yuyan said angrily: "What are you, you, me, me? Should you call Yuyan? We do this, how can we explain to the beautiful immortals after we go back? Also, what if you hurt it just now... what happened... you just now... what you did?" As he spoke, his hands couldn't help but pressed his lower abdomen, as if he wanted to protect the little life that was nurturing inside.

Seeing this action, Yang Zhao sighed a long sigh. Obviously, since Zhu Yuyan was still considering the safety of the fetus in his belly, he naturally would not insist on seeking death. He comforted softly: "It doesn't matter, it's still early. Our words now cannot hurt the children. As for the beautiful immortal..." The little prince couldn't help but pause, feeling a little embarrassed. In fact, he and Zhu Meixian were only engaged and had not yet gotten married. If the engagement was terminated at this time, it would be too late. But if the engagement was terminated, at least there must be a reasonable reason? Could it be that the little prince could tell the truth directly?

When Zhu Yuyan saw Yang Zhao's expression like this, he knew that he was really embarrassed. His heart trembled, and he couldn't help but feel a little ripples of heartache. He sighed: "The first time between us was already wrong. And just now, he was even more wrong. In fact... if we beat this child down..."

"No, this won't work anyway." Yang Zhao blurted out without thinking. He said with a firm decision: "The child is innocent. Since God has arranged for her to be born, no one in the world can deprive her of the right to survive, even if you and me cannot. As for the beautiful fairy girl, I have also sworn that she will take good care of her throughout her life and will never let her suffer any grievances. If she does what she says, she will never break her word."
Chapter completed!