Heroic Death System

The emperor stopped, looked at the shanko in his arms, and looked at the door.

Huo Xuan stood outside the door and two dark eyes concentrated on the door, seemingly looking at the people inside.

The fragile doors squeaked in the eyes of two people, as if they could break apart at any moment.

Pressure joints climbed around them, and the air was like clotting, which kept people breathing. You can only feel Qi and blood surge, eyes swelling and pain, you can't do it. The two men did not use their powers, and their energy alone was enough to kill the invisible.

The emperor's muscles swelled, his sharp nails flashed with purple and black cold light, and a fierce war erupted on his body, like a beast ready to strike, his eyes were about to fall off, but he could wrap around his neck and bite on his chin.

What? The Emperor's momentum slowed and he looked distracted. As a result, this distraction was dominated by Huo Xuan outside the door.

You can see that the emperor was going to fight back again, and he grabbed the bottle and found that the bottle he was carrying had just been handed over to the emperor and he pinched it into scum.

He lay his heart flat and kissed Tianjin's lips with his back, trying his best to attract his attention.

The emperor was definitely distracted again, redirected his gaze to Shang Co, and the surge of violence once again eased.

Shanko's lips and tongue made him happy and couldn't help but devote himself to it. He stretched out his arm and would lift up and respond enthusiastically to his kiss.

The two people immersed in the hot kiss did not find themselves surrounded by a hidden barrier that isolated the momentum of the hovering dance in the air and constituted an independent little heaven and earth.

Although it was not the first time he kissed, the action of the emperor was so simple and crude that it made his lip and tongue ache. In order to preserve your tongue, you can exit at the right time.

The emperor groaned with dissatisfaction and was about to chase him, but heard Huo Xuan's voice coming through the door again: "Shanko, are you okay? ”

Huo Xuan followed the smell of the master. He had no intention of tracing it. The strength of the other party was comparable to his banner drum. If he really started it, it would inevitably affect innocent people. But he discovered that the man's breath was hidden in the building where Sankoh lived, so he decided to come and take a look.

Although Huo Xuan is not sure if the person is in Shankao's room, the distance definitely does not exceed 50 meters. Thought he could be pushed out, the other's breath disappeared without a sign along the way, replacing it with a golden light belonging to Sankoh.

Huo Xuan did not take back his power, but made an enquiry out of fear that he would be harmed.

When Emperor Xuan heard Huo Xuan's voice, he flashed a slight brutality in his eyes. He was about to answer, but he blocked him.

In the instant shape, the emperor will be able to press against the wall, intensifying the kiss, the pain can not bear to send a low shen chant.

Huo Xuan's ears were amazing and when he heard the shen chant, he lifted his legs and intended to break into the door.

“... I'm fine!” Slightly repressed voices sounded in due course, stopping him from walking.

Huo Xuan listened carefully, with breathing, heartbeat, fabric rumbling, and body collisions.

Huo Xuan's face was a little ugly and wanted to rush in to see what was going on, but the hidden feeling of danger in his mind made him stop. Neither leaving nor going in, hesitating to stand at the door like this.

In the room, it can be pressed against the wall by emperors, rudely kissed, hands gradually increased, clothes torn into strips, sharp nails draw a blood mark on Sankoh's skin.

Without Huo Xuan's power barrier, a new round of zombie riots is expected.

Shang can't help but keep himself from screaming and realize that Huo Xuan's breath has not disappeared. He can't help but mourn: Why hasn't he left yet? This zombie king has already kissed the fierce "sex”, a hard object, constantly hitting between him and the wall, his pants have been worn and his skin is in hot pain.

Can you begin to wonder if he will die later from a blood loss from his fingernails, suffocating from his kiss, or stabbing himself in the stomach with his murder weapon?

The more you want to feel infiltrated, the more you plan to get up in the Jedi. He reached out and gently touched the back of the emperor's spine, as if he were smoothing the pet's hair.

While his muscles were relaxed, he could still struggle to free his lips from his chains. Before he captured them, he quickly moved his position and began kissing his chin, throat, clavicle, sternum...

Tight again with his just relaxed body, he held his hands against the wall and looked sharply at Sankoh's movements.

“Kissing should be like this…” can be demonstrated while explaining.

“The touch should be like this...” Sankoh's hand slipped slowly over the firm muscles of the emperor.

“Control your strength and don't hurt each other.” Jean-Claude's hand, carefully avoided his nails and gently bit his fingers.

Feel your fingers wrapped in a warm aura, and a suffocating delight quickly rises in the emperor's body.

His eyes became hot and his desires grew, his throat shouted sharply, his body subconsciously pushed forward, listening only to a "click”, and the wall at his waist was poked out of a crack.

Shanko: … can't play well, can we stop now?

When the emperor saw that he was not moving, he hit the wall a few times with agitation. Poor Wall, pure for the first time, so dedicated to the fierce Zombie King.

Jean-Claude vowed not to let this Zombie King pass the mating ultimate level! As the guardian boss, he must ensure that he is not pushed to death.

So I have to apologize for Wall Brother... (Wall: On behalf of all my fellow Wall Compatriots in the world, I despise you! You're trying to cultivate a zombie king who specializes in “strong” walls. It's madness! This fierce pot, we don't carry it!

Even though Sankoh's voice was small, he did not escape Huo Xuan's ears. In a few simple words, you can probably guess what people are doing inside.

Huo Xuan clenched his fists. Somehow he felt a bit tight in the chest and his breath was disturbed.

As the noise inside became more intense, Huo Xuan could no longer stay, his arms swinging, instantly disappearing in place.

The pressure in the room dissipated as Huo Xuan left.

Finally, he walked away… while relieved, began to focus on the “sexual” and vibrant zombie king in front of him.

The clothes of the two of them have been damaged and shattered. The walls behind them are also pit depressed. From time to time, there are rubble rolls, there are photographs, there are scratches, there are smashes, there are pokes... There are scars everywhere on the body, the blood slips through, in the white skin, rendering a bright color.

In the eyes of the emperor glistened the exciting light, bowing his head and licking - licking the blood on his body.

Still able to withstand the pain, patiently guided, the emperor finally began to control the strength, the movement gradually became gentle, no longer like before, frequently wounding him.

But such a slow swallowing caress - consolation, obviously, cannot satisfy the emperor. He tried to devour the person in his arms, but didn't know how to say it. He always felt that the usual “eating” method did not satisfy his appetite.

How the hell should I “eat”? Unrelieved emperor, the whole person began to irritate, and the walls were slammed with rubble.

Mercenaries living next door heard noise and dared not breathe. They were confined by the pressure of the two masters. They dared not move at all. Now that the pressure has disappeared, where dare they stay? Pack your things and get out of this shaky building.

The room was messed up by emperors, but no new wounds were accidentally added to the body. However, he also realized that things were going a little out of control, and that Tianjin was so passionate this time that even a bloody zombie could not dare come near.

It is not known at this moment if it is more regrettable or more frightening.

But since this is already the case, you can simply throw away all the knockouts, bite your teeth, and start working for the emperor.

As long as he doesn't go in, he believes his life will be preserved.

The emperor was still palpable, the heat skyrocketed and the hardness increased dramatically, almost breaking his finger. But in a minute or two, he couldn't do it. He looked too high on the inclusiveness of his palms and the durability of his fingers.

When the Emperor saw him stop, he voluntarily pulled his hand onto his murder weapon and, like a courtesy, tried to help Sang-kook and scared him to run away.

If he chokes on this, he'll leave a mental shadow all his life!

As if he had a skin disease, Tianjin kept rubbing on him, but his movements began to become rude again.

Jean-Claude really wants to explode in place.

He looked around and tried to find a more comfortable way to die.

“Ah!" At the moment of distraction, you can still feel the pain below. It seems that a certain area has been distorted and stabbed in the ground.

Tijuan paused for a moment and then leaned down to smell it, then flashed an exciting light on his face, hitting his back hard and squeezing forward again.

“Wait!” can be stopped in a hurry.

The emperor didn't want to stop, he bumped into each other and wanted a long drive straight in.

Jean-Claude saw that this guy had no master. Knowing that he was on the run this time, he said helplessly: "Don't move. I'll do it myself. ”

The emperor really lay down and spread his limbs wide open, with a generous expression of "you come as you please”.

Sankoh's gaze swept slowly over him, and although it was impossible to judge by the breath, his body seemed to have made a choice for him. If the emperor was not his lover, how could he willingly do such a thing with him?

There is only one lover. If it is determined that there is a similar smell on Huo Xuan and even a palm mole, he has nothing to hesitate about. If you finally find the wrong person, then... let him die!

Jean can sit across the Emperor's waist, lean over and kiss his lips, then go all the way down.

As the emperor watched his movements, his breathing became impatient, his eyes were expecting, excited, and a little lost.

Lifting his waist slowly, he sat down a little bit... the tearing pain sucked him in a cold breath of air, good for his physical toughness, not as hard as he imagined. After a moment of adaptation, he continued to sink. By the time you're halfway there, you'll feel like you've reached your limit.

In the meantime, the emperor suddenly turned over and sat down, suddenly unable to defend himself, swallowing it all.

Still in the arms of the emperor, the emperor embraced him, withstood the excitement and trembled slightly.

The toughest step has been accomplished, and the rest of the process is relatively simple. Though this is the first attempt by the emperor, he is rarely brazen, otherwise even the body of the iron beating must be pierced by him.

Guided by Sankoh and accompanied by the Emperor, the two completed a battle of tears and blood.

Behind us, however, the emperor turned completely into a wild horse, uncontrolled. When it's over, you can break your limbs, and your body is covered with scars and kiss marks, and you can't stand to see it, but you have a bloody, abusive aesthetic.

Despite this tragedy, he survived toughly, at least the first five minutes after the emperor withdrew.

Five minutes later, the mucus left in Sancoco infected his whole body like a virus, his skin gradually greyed white, a corpse spot began to appear, his pupils scattered, his blood clotted, and finally, he stopped breathing.

Tight in the heart, the joy of just being satisfied disappeared instantly, a strange sense of fear quickly caged in the mind.

“Shanko...” he reached out hesitantly to touch his face.

At this point, the person in his arms suddenly exhaled, his otherwise atheistic pupils refocused, and the spots on his skin dissipated a little.

The emperor felt his heart beat again. At that moment, he completely forgot that this man could be resurrected...