Many ancestors like to live alone, and Lynch is no exception as a Raptor Sect. The continuous retro buildings look like blurred distant mountains in the darkness, bleak, solemn and quiet, full of majesty, and countless blue and bright colors are hidden in the roof.

His eyes were alert to the surroundings.

After the car stopped, Lynch helped Lang Yan get out of the car. In the silent manor, many eyes saluted them at the stern and silent manor.

"Is the injury okay?" Lynch asked.

Lang Yan glanced at him, saw that there was only a pure question on Lynch's face, and asked back: "What do you think?"

Since both of them knew the truth, Lynch simply let go of his hand, "Aren't you the god of this world?"

Lang Yan: "..." What should he say? Although he can indeed heal his wounds immediately, he will still hurt. Mobilizing this world code at will is more likely to cause a world collapse. Once the world collapses, Lynch will

disappear.

Lynch blinked, "You can't?" He frowned and said seriously: "Isn't it good to go to the world?"

At that time, the broken can was thrown away, and now the ashes are rekindled, so why should I bear to die? The wound that Lang Yan covered has gradually stopped bleeding. It is not his ability, but the original power of his body.

He was awakening, thinking for a second, and said, "No problem."

Lynch looked at him quietly and said slowly: "Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you."

Lang Yan: "?"

Lynch reached out and held him back, moving forward and said, "It's obvious that there's a big problem, why are you lying to me?"

Lang Yan, who was easily seen through, was about to defend himself, but Lynch said again: "Because you don't want me to worry."

Lang Yangang's open lips closed again.

Lynch continued to say to himself: "Look, there are also good lies."

Lang Yan said: "Are you exonerating yourself?"

Lynch turned his head and looked at him. His dumb yellow eyes belonged to the birds of prey, calm, alert, elegant, with a little beastly nature that seemed to tear apart at any time. Perhaps because of the appearance of the heart, such a pair of fearful people.

But his eyes were as clean as transparent amber. Lynch said calmly: "I don't have to do this. You like me. Even if I really lie to you, you still like me."

Lang Yan was speechless and even wanted to bite Lynch's mouth. Why did this real Lynch make him so itchy?

The manor was surprisingly big. Lynch helped Lang Yan into his room. As soon as he helped Lang Yan sit down, Lynch bent down and kissed him gently on the side.

Lang Yan subconsciously turned his head, and Lynch's lips fell on his lips just right. His matte yellow eyes met Lang Yan's pupils with similar tones. He licked Lang Yan's lip line with his tongue and whispered:

"Don't be angry, I'm just anxious. Love is difficult, and it's even harder for you and me. Don't spend your time in unnecessary suspicion and doubt, okay?"

The blood coagulated in the palm of the palm, as sticky as a thin shell. Lang Yan raised his hand, put the palm on Lynch's neck, raised his head and pecked Lynch's lips. He didn't say yes or say

No, I just gently stroked Lynch's neck a few times. This was his last trump card. Perhaps Lynch had already seen him through it, so he could not expose his soft belly.

Lynch said he was lonely in his world.

The same is true for ‘he’.

If he could take the initiative like Lynch, he might be able to say love as quickly as Lynch, just as he is, he can only be as worried as he is now, worried about gains and losses and uneasy.

Lang Yan's other injuries are small injuries, but the wound on the abdomen is a real knife wound. The world's technical level has developed a fast potion to heal wounds, which can make this ordinary knife wound as fast as possible within 24 hours.

It’s a pity that Lynch, a manor that is so big that he can play golf, has no medicine at all.

"Because we have strong self-healing ability, so..." Lynch shrugged.

The wound has been completely treated and the blood has stopped. Lang Yan is about to start the counterattack and slap in the face. His physical quality is gradually awakening. Now it is just a dull pain. It is estimated that it will be able to recover in a few days.

Lang Yan looked down at the wound and said lightly: "Let it go."

"If you don't mind, you can use another special medicine." Lynch smiled.

Lang Yan stared at her eyes and her eyes fell on Lynch's face. She always felt that Lynch's smile was not a good smile, and she was a little bad. Lynch squatted down and put her face calmly to Lang Yan's injured abdomen.

He gently touched the wound, breathed on Lang Yan's abdomen, and sighed: "You must not leave scars with such beautiful muscles." As he said that, he stretched out his tongue and licked the wound gently.

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The salty smell of blood came from the tip of the tongue into the mouth. The part of the genes in the body that belonged to the beast were trembling with excitement. The desire for predation was engraved in the bones was no less than the instinct of reproduction. The same was true for Lynch's replica body.

He raised his face, and the black little black eyes in the matte yellow eyes looked like a faint vertical pupil. "Is that OK?"

The body fluid of the ancestor has a miraculous effect of healing wounds. The wound that Lang Yan had just licked by Lynch had faintly heard a burning sensation. It was the wound healing, and Lynch's tongue was stained with blood and his eyes were full of evil.

It made the rest of his body except the wound become hot.

Lang Yan reached out his hand and gently pinched Lynch's chin. The tip of his index finger scratched the tip of Lynch's blood-stained tongue. The moist and soft tongue immediately wrapped around his fingertips intimately. Lang Yan's breathing stopped and slowly leaned back.

He leaned his head on the chair, "...don't eat me."

The tip of the tongue is clearly as soft and warm as silk, but with strong force, it is the desire to swallow people. His lips rolled over the muscles. Lang Yan raised his hand to cover his eyes, and a hint of breath came from him.

He really had the illusion that he was delicious.

The burning feeling spread from the wound, the fire burned into his skin, and then into his bone marrow and blood, rushing all the way to his head, and his whole brain was almost dried by the hot temperature.

Yan couldn't bear it and suddenly threw Lynch, who was actually savoring his body.

Both pairs of similar eyes were radiating a fiery glow. Lang Yan held Lynch's shoulders with both hands, staring at him tightly. The instinctive desire of beastly hunting and mate was visible in those yellow eyes.

It was revealed, and Lynch's hand slowly reached into his abdomen. The wound was getting hot. He whispered: "It's not healed yet."

Lang Yan's hand slowly moved to Lynch's neck. The Eagle clan was noble and elegant, and his style was like an old-school nobleman. The snow-white collar was tied tightly. Lang Yan lowered his head and sniffed gently between his neck, "You are."

Very fragrant.”

This is not the first time I heard him say this. Lynch's palm covered his wound, feeling the dandelion-like hairy touch when the wound was healing. His fingertips bent slightly and gently scratched Lang Yan's wound.

.

Lang Yan hissed, opened his mouth and sucked hard above the snow-white collar. Lynch's palm fell quietly, "Maybe... this will make you better faster."

On the dark red velvet carpet, two sturdy and graceful male bodies were intertwined. The snow-white and flawless body had an incredibly beautiful pair of legs with smooth lines, smooth skin, and flesh and blood.

The rich ceramics lazily placed on the bronze shoulders, but the toes were tightly stretched.

The mute yellow pupils were blurred and passionate, like the melted golden honey, sinking into the most primitive and truest ambition.

The knees were pressed against the dark red velvet carpet, the bronze body was elegant and full of restraint, but the speed was unimaginable to ordinary people. The factors of his ancestors were waking up, and they had natural hooks to their spouses.

After evolution, they are quietly hidden, and they will only lock each other when they are most unbearable.

The sudden strange feeling made Lynch groan, and a faint hissing sound came from his throat. The racial characteristics of the two were faintly visible, and the cross-race feeling became stronger and stronger, making people feel a bit distracted.

Because of the excessive depth and rapid attack, Lynch raised his slender neck high, spread his wings like a bird's wings to fly, and grabbed Lang Yan's shoulder with both hands, and raised his waist with the force of Lang Yan.

This powerful flexibility almost made Lang Yan explain directly.

The two kissed each other enthusiastically, and the velvet carpet was already wrinkled layer by layer. Lynch bit Lang Yan's tongue while enduring, and gasped, "Don't...don't waste it."

Lang Yan really admired him for remembering this thing at this time. He grabbed his part and pressed it against his wound with a little annoyed. He pressed his fingertips rudely. The healing hot wound was baptized by the sudden temperature and itchy again.

It was also numb, like a soft dandelion was gently blown away by a pair of pink lips and floated all over his body.

The double stimulation rushed into Lang Yan's brain. Lang Yan pressed Lynch and pressed his shoulder with one hand. The red velvet carpet was arched high and softly cushioned around Lynch's waist.

The earth seemed to fly in the air, but was locked hard, wandering back and forth in hell and heaven, closing its eyes and wandering around.

A muffled roar like a wild beast pulled him to the top. Lynch's face twisted for a moment, and his whole body became soft. His legs drooped down with force. His heartbeat was hard to calm down. Lang Yan also fell down, heavily

Pressing on him, licking Lynch's cheek gently. Lynch turned his face and stuck out his tongue to lick Lang Yan.

They expressed their love like two wild beasts afterwards licking each other's fur in the messy jungle.

After the two were intimate for a while, Lin Qi opened his blurred eyes. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't move his eyes away and stared straight at Lang Yan's head.

Lang Yan was licking Lynch's lower eyelid along Lynch's cheeks like a joy. Lynch raised his hand and touched his head lightly. However, Lang Yan shivered sensitively, almost hooked Lynch and frowned:

"Do you want to be injured?"

Lynch's eyes were shiny, "You have ears."

Lang Yan: "..."

Lang Yan's mother is from the Cat family, a very beautiful black panther. Lang Yan perfectly inherited her beauty, both in the form of a human body and a beast.

In the last life, Lang Yan had to gradually burst out the prototype after a long time. Unexpectedly, this life was so fast... all his ears were growing.

Lynch reached out and rubbed the sharp ears that suddenly appeared on Lang Yan's head. The fluffy and silky touch made Lynch love it. When the world was about the week, he wanted to touch Lang Yan's ears, but unfortunately he couldn't break up.

Assume, if you failed, you finally got it this week. Lynch said, "Your ears are so cute and touch them!" His face was filled with joy and excitement.
Chapter completed!