Unlike the second generation of cannon fodder in general cultivation copies, although Ji Feibai has a noble background, his family tutoring is also very strict.

The Demon Lord had high hopes for him, and he himself had extraordinary persistence and extremely strong self-esteem for power.

Therefore, although he is the young master of the Demon Lord, he spends most of his life hard practicing, and he seems naive and even a little ignorant in interpersonal affairs.

This naivety mixed with his actually mature physical charm, mixed into a special attraction.

In a narrow and closed space, hormone concentrations completely trigger the efficacy of the formation.

Pei Liang looked at Ji Feibai, who was dressed in red, and fell on the sarcophagus sideways. The flat surface made it difficult to tell at first glance whether it was a bed or a coffin.

Ji Feibai inexplicably broke free from some clothes and exposed a large piece of strong chest. Perhaps because of the martial arts, Ji Feibai and the Demon Lord and his son both had white skin.

The texture of cold jade is like ice that can't be warm no matter how it is put in your arms.

But at this time, Leng Yu was dyed with a warm color like peach powder, soaking out a thin stream of crystal sweat, as if she was coming alive, trembling gently.

Ji Feibai seemed at a loss. He breathed rapidly and was messy, as if it was the first time in his life that he felt confused and ignorant.

I hope to be soothed in certain parts of my body, but before reaching out, I suddenly realized that there was another person here.

Ji Feibai suddenly looked up and looked at Pei Liang, and saw the ugly woman staring at him with a good look.

His eyes towards others have always been calm, fearful, admiring, terrifying, and hatred, and they cannot affect him at all.

But at this time, Ji Feibai was so hot that his heart shrank by Pei Liang's eyes. It was a signal that something was defeated.

Although Ji Feibai didn't know what that thing was, this signal alone was enough to make him unbelievable.

Pei Liang was fond of his eyes, but things have to be handled here.

The Hehuan Sect inspired by the Black Water Pond was extremely domineering. Even Ji Feibai's cultivation level could not be suppressed at all. It would be better to say that he could persevere until now.

Seeing that his skin color was stained with light powder, this was not a good signal. Every slight fragrance and erotic sign meant that Ji Feibai was experiencing the worries of life and death.

Pei Liang quickly put his hand on his chest, and Liang turned into countless thin threads soaked into Ji Feibai's body, spreading it to his limbs and bones.

The restlessness of the body and the rationality on the verge of collapse have been obtained in some ways, and Ji Feibai can't help but be addicted to this feeling.

Shui Ling is simply characterized by crystalline and permeability, but Pei Liang's style is too tough and enthusiastic, which often makes people forget about this.

She practiced the Hehuan Sect's martial arts and was also an old man who has always been interested in for hundreds of years. She must have a superb understanding of it.

This empirical theory is much higher than her current cultivation level, but it can still be slightly relieved.

Ji Feibai had such a moment, and was as obedient as a cat in her hands.

When he came to his senses the next moment, Ji Feibai's face froze and his face was instantly occupied by shameful blushing.

He was actually obsessed with his enemies? He actually made such useless gestures in front of the enemies?

Ji Feibai was so angry that he opened Pei Liang's hand: "Go away, don't touch me."

Pei Liang sneered: "You are just like the daughter of the boudoir who is swearing to protect her innocence to the death."

Ji Feibai was furious and grabbed Pei Liang's hand and lifted it up. Pei Liang's whole body rose into the air and flew into the air.

She reacted quickly when she was weightless. She fell down and fell steadily onto the sarcophagus.

Ji Feibai's attacks followed one after another. Because the space was small and could not be used, Ji Feibai simply chose to control Pei Liang's body.

Although the four major sects were divided by the Demon Ancestor at the beginning, the Demon Lord's line was always special.

The core of their martial arts is "dominance", which is like a natural dominant, but therefore requires stronger and more powerful cultivation.

Ji Feibai can do this among his classmates or even his fellow practitioners. Even Pei Liang is actually not suitable to confront him in terms of cultivation.

But unfortunately, today is different. His spiritual power is intermittent and unsustainable at this time. Although he is still strong and domineering, at this level, even if Pei Liang does not even need experience and skills, he can easily resolve it and even seize sovereignty.

This guy is like a cat who is being pushed into the bathtub and scratching desperately.

Fighting in a small area is inevitable with physical contact, and in order to make this guy calm as soon as possible, Pei Liang did not leave much room for action.

Ji Feibai was full of sensitiveness and sensitivity at this time, and I don’t know whether the ugly woman was intentional or unintentional. When she hit him, she felt cold and trembling.

It makes people feel like pedestrians in the desert get rain, but this rain won't be given to you.

One drop at a time, you will never be satisfied, and you will want more crazy.

Until Ji Feibai was pressed down by Pei Liang's hair, his cool body temperature was pressed on his back, and a cold fragrance poured into his nose, and Ji Feibai's whole body stiffened.

I heard the person above say, "If you want to die, hurry up and make trouble."

Ji Fei's eyes were red, and he didn't know what kind of psychology he cursed: "A thief!"

There was a bit of powerlessness and giving up in his tone.

Unexpectedly, the ugly woman quickly let go of him and said, "Don't do this, I'm a serious person."

"I have never done anything to take advantage of others' danger in my life. You jumped in by yourself, right? I didn't take the opportunity to do anything to you, right? Just out of your friendship, you agreed that I have done something wrong to you?"

"I'm not such a person."

Ji Feibai was shocked by this guy's shameless remarks.

Is this kind of thing she said from the mouth of a guy who had ruined several men not long ago?

It's shameless!

The stone chamber suddenly became silent. Ji Feibai was lying weakly on the sarcophagus, trying his best not to pay attention to this ugly woman.

Bah! Not a woman.

But as soon as this idea came out, he felt that he was inexplicable. What kind of thought was this? It was just like what he was expecting.

Ji Feibai's gaze couldn't help but glance at the ugly woman sitting on the side of the sarcophagus, looking at the rune lines on the surrounding stone walls from time to time, as if thinking about something.

This angle made most of the scars on her face hidden in the dark, and there were only a little scars on her side face and neck. The tail extension of the tail could make people see her original outline.

Then Ji Feibai discovered that this ugly woman was amazingly beautiful from this perspective.

With his body, temperament, and a conspicuous presence, he ignores the oncoming shocking scars, this guy exudes exquisite and beautiful attraction in every part of his body.

Even though her face is ugly, her form and temperament have never shrunk and hunched. Ji Feibai recalled that after only a few short times, she seemed to be calm and confident.

It’s not the kind of strong support for the scene, it’s really that you never take your own flaws, and you appreciate and recognize yourself from the bottom of your heart and feel proud of yourself.

Ji Feibai looked at Pei Liang at this moment and felt that she seemed to be covered with a layer of luster, like a vague dream lover gradually had a real concept.

Fei Bai was stunned, his face suddenly turned red, and he raised his hand and slapped himself.

The "bang" sound was crisp and loud in the space, causing Pei Liang to look down at him in a daze.

Ji Feibai was extremely upset at Pei Liang's gaze and scolded: "What are you looking at? Stay away from me."

Pei Liang said, "I think so, but you have to let go of my hand first."

Ji Feibai was stunned and looked down. He didn't know when he grabbed the guy's hand and put it on his body to absorb and walk.

Ji Feibai suddenly squeezed a hot red soldering iron, and he suddenly shook Pei Liang away and stared at his hand.

It seems that I feel unforgivable for my body betrayal.

Then Ji Feibai looked fierce and held the hand and looked at it as if he was about to break it.

But it was stopped by a force inserted from the side.

Ji Feibai looked up and found that it was Pei Liang. She looked helpless at this moment and looked at herself with a look similar to tolerance.

Ji Feibai suddenly felt a sense of grievance in his heart for no reason.

Pei Liang is really a little difficult to get on the verge of a tiger now.

On the one hand, she hasn't given Ji Feibai any benefits, and sleeping without giving money does not conform to her code of conduct.

But on the other hand, she couldn't solve the domineering formation. Ji Feibai would either lose his innocence or his life today.

Although the test of life and death in the Demon Ancestral Tomb is self-discussed, Ji Feibai's identity is different. He died here like this, and the cause of his death is related to her, there is no need to wait to find an enemy, and the Demon Lord will not let her go.

therefore--

Pei Liang tore off a strip of cloth from Ji Feibai, blindfolded his eyes, and pressed the person on the sarcophagus.

Ji Feibai seemed extremely well-behaved and cooperative at this time, just like an urgent and arrogant man who finally got the best.

He bit his lower lip, and two words overflowed from the corner of his lips: "Are the thief!"

It seemed as if this would prove that he was forced rather than his shameful expectation.

Pei Liang's delicate kiss fell on him, and the uninformed man was ignited instantly.

Pei Liang could see a beautifully blooming thorn rose with his own eyes, and all the spikes on his body were removed, revealing his agitated and sensitive inner body.

It was as shy as if it was watered with water droplets, and it was also enthusiastic to cater to the initiative.

Pei Liang was also terrible. When she fiddled with rose halfway, she stopped.

Ji Feibai was unbearable at this time, and he silently urged Pei Liang with his eyes that were blindfolded and still exposed a little blush from the end of his eyes.

Pei Liang said, "No, I can't ruin a good man, this is wrong."

Ji Feibai grabbed her neck with both hands and said hatefully: "You are talking about this now?"

Pei Liang chuckled, and the teasing inside made Ji Feibai's heart tremble.
To be continued...