The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils

In the courtyard, as soon as the men attacked the green clothes, bathed in the moonlight, the delicate and beautiful face had a faint sorrow. The princess brought back two more men that night, and now she's crazy looking for them. Princess, have you forgotten me?

Two goddamn fairies made my room look like a chicken coop, and now it smells like shit. Look at me find you and don't pull your skin off! Hmmm...

“Squeak ~”, the wooden doors of the courtyard were pushed open, the wind and dust spirits turned their heads and looked at the gorgeous golden skirt, wrapped in a brilliant figure, the white and tender skin on the clavicle was exposed naked, the clear face with a faint indifference.

“Ah!” Muggled, feeling only the raw pain of a chest crash. I didn't expect the wind and dust spirits to fall into my arms when I just opened the door, and it was still so powerful.

Without waiting for the ink to open, I heard the wind and dust spirits whimpering slightly, "Princess, I, I thought the princess had a new joy and forgot the dust spirits. ”

Ink Tilt is touching, and for 10,000 years, I have lived every day in this boring, odorless cultivation, and no one has ever cared so much about her and missed her.

Ink leaned back and grabbed the Dusty Spirit and said softly, “How can I forget you? I will never forget you! ”

“Really?” Rumor has it that the wind and dust spirits look up at the ink and tears are blurry in their eyes.

The ink raised its mouth and smiled slightly: "Really, I never lie! ”

The wind and dust spirits buried their heads deep into the inky chest, the cheeks uploaded the woman's unique soft, the wind and dust spirits suddenly tightened their bellies and warmed up dry.

The ink felt the wind and dust spirits' body getting dry and warm. Her face flashed unnaturally red and she reached out to push away the wind and dust holding her.

No, the ink poured soft and powerless push, but the wind and dust spirits breathed heavier, “Princess, do you want me? ”

Fearing that the ink would refuse again, the Dust Spirit went on to say, “My wounds are clear. ”

“Pfft...” Mo glazed at the face afraid of the rejected wind and dust spirit, couldn't help laughing, the bottom of his heart was injected with a warm stream, is this the feeling of happiness?

In fact, that day, after Ink Tilt bit the wind and dust spirit, his blood seemed to be magical, not only giving Ink Tilt the strength of silk, but also giving Ink Tilt an unprecedented desire. Though the wind and dust spirits fell uncontrollably at the time, they almost fell by the wind and dust spirits, though ultimately they did not succeed.

But she, she really wanted to take him down.

Besides, I'm sure her room won't be able to sleep for now, or I'll play it tonight, zong it once?

Seeing the ink pour slightly, the wind and dust spirit has an indescribable pleasure, it restores more light than itself, and it is happier than singing.

The wind and dust spirits lifted up the ink and walked towards the room. The ink leaned gently in front of the wind and dust spirits' chest, listening to the powerful heartbeat from the wind and dust spirits' chest. Both cheeks were stained with rouge and continued to the ear root.

Feng Du Ling gently placed the ink on the shelf bed covered with snow cotton mattress. Since that day, the guards and maids in the princess's house will no longer dare to bully him, nor will they have the courage to force themselves or beat him with a whip. Even Feng Du Ling did not see the shadow of those who had bullied him, I'm sure she arranged all this!

Such a girlfriend, how not to let him move.

The room was detailed with fine ink tips, nodded satisfactorily, and Yue Yao seemed to have a good arrangement.

When she turned her eyes and saw the wind and dust spirits staring at herself instantly, she couldn't help but shy and frowned, “What are you looking at me for? ”

“Master Wife, you look so beautiful! ”

Ink Tilt never cared about her appearance. She thought it was just a leather bag. After tearing it apart, it was all the same, but when she heard the praise of the Dusty Spirit, she couldn't help but start to rip inside.

The shameless appearance made the wind and dust spirits tremble inside, lovingly lifted her clear cheek and leaned down to kiss, the ink was still a little panicked at the beginning, but soon intoxicated in his kiss, wrapped around his neck and began to respond.

After a long time, the wind and dust spirit gradually left her lips, the ink tilt grabbed the void and breathed a few bites of air, exhaling ~ ~ Never knew the air felt so good, just almost choked.

If other zombies found out that she was kissing a mortal with ink, and she blew her life, it would be a disgrace.

He kissed along the smooth neck of the ink as the wind and dust spirits stopped.

The mood of the Dusty Spirit was a little turbulent. Although he had been married to Inkglass for a long time, Inkglass had never set foot in his dwelling since the night of the marriage, and he was not even allowed to sing. At that time, he, already a cripple, was cold and determined that he had lived his life in such humiliation, but she lit up his humble life again like a ray of light. He used to resent her, but now she really makes him like it in his heart.

Lift your hands over the slim, inky waist, touch the belt, gently pull, the clothes spread with the wind, the wind and dust spirits searched into the clothes.

“Pfft!” Two applauses coming from the door surprised Ink and quickly closed his clothes. She glanced at the door with her eyebrows in her eyes.

The wind and dust spirit suppressed a rage at this time. He wanted to look up to the sky and whistle, hairy, hairy. At every critical moment, someone interrupted him, and his eyes stared at the door with anger. The uninvited “Guest”.