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Is this going to be his life?

Bai Weiwei felt that there was no trace of snow to live.

This man is intended to transition to her for a while.

Let her go directly into the grave.

She finally couldn't stand it, the fingers were lazy on his shoulder, and the sound was soft as soon as the water.

The darkness of the snow is deep and terrible, and the ink is sent to the naked body, the monster is exquisite.

He lowered his voice and said: "It's better."

Bai Weiwei: You are lying, really hateful.

In the faint, she felt that the snowless fingers, it seems that they have been in her neck.

She is like instinctive, her soft shouted, "Master ..."

Her long hair is scattered, such as the most beautiful demon, the half vertical eyes are confused, and it seems that I don't know how to temptient myself.

His finger, the strength couldn't help but put soft, stroked on her neck, and finally did not have to come down.

Bai Weiwei knows because her body is also useful.

So this dead king is not allowed to start.

There is no good feeling prompt, everything depends on her own experience to guess his mind.

This also leads to her hard to catch the rhythm of him.

There is no good sensation, the increase in workload is not a little bit.

Just in Bai Weiwei dizzy, it was finally fainted.

In the dark, there is no trace of eyes on her body, but it flashes dramatically.

He breathed the sound and seemed to be a bit painful.

His eyes were dead staring at Bai Weiwei, and the expression was twisted.

The poisonous fire has been transferred to her.

He should be comfortable, but another terrible pain in the body is torture him.

It is the place where the chest and heart.

The snow is not trace, rubbing his chest, and pulsates a blood.

The front of the fire into the magic.

Snow is not marked with a long time, it will recover calm.

The madness of this martial art is not a poison, but can't be emotionally.

Emotionally, martial arts will directly antichew his body.

When I was choosing this martial art, he could not be emotionally.

After all, he is natural and indifferent, and it will not be as soon as you.

So he didn't hesitate to go on this road.

But today ...

Snow is not trace thinking that the pain of the previous chest is from ... Bai Weiwei.

He got up, there was no girl on the bed.

She frowned, the lips were biting traces, and her face was pink, and the red halo was like a flower bud.

The slender wrist rests outside the quilt, the fingertips are exquisite and slender.

Nothing is not exquisite, there is no one to feel the enchanting and pure.

The snowless silence of the snow put her hand back to the quilt, then she walked out.

Under the moonlight, he suddenly took a branch, turned into a sword, and faintly danced.

The sword is unparalleled in the world.

The internal force source is constant, from the persistent worries.

After the poison is deprecated, his martial arts is still solved.

Just come back one or twice, he can completely heal.

Bai Weiwei ...

His swords were hysteresis, and it seems to flash her sweet to him.

I thought about her fiercely poisonous side.

Even if this is, it is also beautiful to have any women.

A smile, it is simply a charm man.

As long as she is willing, there should be no man can reject her.

But her eyes have only one.

This kind of feelings are hot.

Snow is no trace, I have a half-life, or I will encounter such a straightforward and direct love.

It's hot, almost rolling his cold cold ...

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