Xing Futu pressed his fingertips on Xiang Wanqing's delicate and smooth red lips, and then gently kneaded them, and slowly reached in: "Has he used you?"

“What have you used?”

Xiang Wanqing turned her head in resistance, but she was very weak and painful, and could not get rid of the fingers in her mouth.

"Have you used your body?"

"No."

"I haven't used your lips?"

"No."

"You don't want to?"

"He didn't take the initiative."

"Didn't take the initiative?

What you mean is, are you willing?

Haha, he's really a slut!"

Xing Futu's fingers slashed through Xiang Wanqing's teeth, pressing his flexible tongue, and the wet and smooth feeling made him feel swayed. Looking at the confused charming eyes, a heat gushed out of his body. He couldn't help but take a deep breath of the rich body fragrance of the woman under him: "Why do you have the yin energy on your body?"

Xiang Wanqing struggled a little, but she still said: "I have merged the Taiyin Totem."

"The Taiyin Totem is on you?"

Xing Futu's eyes narrowed, and his fingers were about to go deeper into the ground and stopped.

Isn't it with Jiang Yi?

"Jiang Yi gave me the Taiyin totem."

Xiang Wanqing whispered weakly.

"Where did you get the Taiyin totem?"

Xing Futu laughed, and it was an unexpected gain! "Xiao Luoli."

"I'm talking about the specific origin."

"Eternal Holy Mountain."

"West Holy Land?"

“It’s there.”

"Do you know which era the totem came from?"

"It is probably a long time ago."

"Who is in the hands of the sun totem?"

"Thief Bird."

"What thief bird?"

"A Fiery Phantom Bird is also in the Serathon."

Xing Futu remembered that it was the bird similar to the golden crow?

Damn it, they were actually let go for nothing! They should have interrogated immediately, all of whom were confused by the beauty.

"Give me the Taiyin totem."

"The Taiyin Totem has been completely integrated with me. Unless you devour me, you will not get the Taiyin Totem."

“Swallow?

Is it just killing you?"

Xing Futu pulled out his fingertips and pinched Xiang Wanqing's neck, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Yes..." Xiang Wanqing twisted in pain and grabbed his arm weakly.

"What a pity."

Xing Futu's hands gradually increased, and Xiang Wanqing's eyes turned pale.

Xiang Wanqing's realm is higher than Xing Futu, but she is seriously injured and is controlled by Huangquan Ghost Book, so she can only be tortured.

But... Xing Futu suddenly stopped. It would be a pity to kill such a lively and beautiful person.

Enjoy it first! Xing Futu let go of his hand: "Has another man touched you?"

"No."

Xiang Wanqing was dying.

"Before dying, I will let you taste the taste of a man."

Xing Futu stood up and spread his hands: "Come on, untied my clothes and serve me well, and don't leave any regrets before death."

Xiang Wanqing was consciously resisting and struggled uncontrollably, but her injuries were severe and weak. She struggled several times and fell on the grass in a mess.

Xing Futu was not angry, but instead looked at it and became angry.

The messy clothes, graceful figure, especially the curves when lying on the ground and struggling to stick out, the half-exposed snow-white long legs... are so fascinating! "Don't move! That's it!"

Xing Futu couldn't help but stared at her front and lying on her back like a fire. Her heart was running wildly, her mouth was dry, and he rudely tore off her clothes and came behind Xiang Wanqing.

The strong visual impact stimulated him to "passion".

Looking back on the previous few lives, it seems that there are rarely such restlessness.

I am very lucky to meet such a wonderful person in this life.

"You are all interested in Jiang Yi, but he didn't even enjoy it.

Is he not good enough, or pretending?

Haha… I really have to thank him for letting the delicious food that should belong to the Emperor of Bei Tai fall into my hands.”

Xing Futu became more and more excited as he looked at it. After reminding Elder Huang outside to be vigilant, he began to untie his belt: "You are familiar with Jiang Yi. Answer a few questions from me. Where did he get the confidence to challenge the Ten Thousand Divine Sect?"

“He is very strong.”

Xiang Wanqing lay there, her consciousness resisted, her soul was weak, and tears of humiliation fell from the corners of her eyes.

"Can you still be stronger than the God Cult?"

"He can."

"Haha, you really look down on him, but you just luckily entered the natural grade.

By the way, what kind of spiritual pattern does he have?"

Xing Futu took off all his clothes, grabbed Xiang Wanqing's skirt and was about to lift it up.

Xiang Wanqing whispered weakly: "Surricane Bird."

Xing Futu suddenly stopped, and his deep eyes slightly condensed: "What did you say...?"

"His spiritual pattern, Suzaku."

"You say it again?"

"Surf Bird."

"Have you seen it?

You know each other?"

"I've seen it, I'm not sure, but I have guesses."

"Surf Bird?

Vermilion Bird... Vermilion Bird..." Xing Futu's brows became tighter and tighter. He suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Jiang Yi before, and he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Suzaku?

Qiao Family?

Is Qiao Xin?! Is the Qiao family’s defection to Gu Hua, is it related to Qiao Xin?

But Qiao Xin died a thousand years ago and was considered an abandoned son of the Qiao family. In the next thousand years, the Qiao family should have forgotten her.

If he hadn't remembered it all the time, he would have forgotten that Qiao Xin.

Is there any secret hidden in it?

"Surpriser Bird...Jiang Yi..." "The Emperor of Burning Heaven?"

Xing Futu felt chill all over his body, but he was immediately overwhelmed by the boiling heat.

"The Emperor of Burning Heaven...haha... The Emperor of Burning Heaven!"

"Haha, haha..." "You were actually reborn?

!”

Xing Futu stood up, full of fanaticism.
To be continued...