It is obviously not a lewd word, but it is called the white-clothed holy monk's crystal clear ear tips suddenly become red and bloody.

The calm and unstoppable look down at all the people's smiles with a holy and gentle body, and ultimately no longer exists.

Fanyin's peach blossom lips were pursed, and she was slightly shy: "Your Majesty, please don't say that..."

"Don't say anything?" Fenghua asked in a low voice, "Is it the 'Holy Monk' or 'Gao Sand'?"

Whether it is a holy monk or a chauvine sand, it is not in a good mood when viewed separately.

However, when combined, it will inexplicably add a bit of beauty.

Of course she knew what the holy monk was shy—probably because she felt that he was so... desecrating his Buddha.

Fenghua didn't care about Fanyin's awkwardness at this moment. It was the Buddha he believed in for half his life, and it was not a matter of one day or one night to change.

Anyway, after getting his people, aren’t you still afraid of not getting his heart?

The girl's red lips were slightly raised, with a beautiful curve, and her white fingertips gently slid across the inside of Fanyin's smooth arm. She lowered her head and kissed the bright red cinnabar, "Saint Monk? Don't you like me calling you that?"

The sensitive part was kissed by the girl's soft and plump lips, which made Fan Yin's body tremble.

Fenghua tilted his head, his phoenix eyes swayed at the person beneath him with a smile, his red lips slightly bent, and he deliberately stretched out his charming tone: "Saint Monk, you are so sensitive."

"His Majesty……"

"Hongzhuang, call me Hongzhuang."

"Hong, Hongzhuang..."

Thinking of that beautiful dream, the jade-like person became more and more bright.

"Well, so good." The girl bent her red lips slightly, lowered her head, and went down from the cinnabar between the saint monk's eyebrows, peach blossom lips, elegant Adam's apple, and delicate collarbone...

Kissing his heart, a warm and hot kiss fell.

The Fanyin has been controlled bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

A trace of enchanting mist flowed out from the black pupils, and the slender and dense eye feathers drooped slightly, as if a few fine crystals were filled with them.

The look of being bullied and ravaged.

The girl's shimmering purple clothes, like purple smoke in the sky, slipping down inch by inch...

The white and beautiful slender body is charming and charming.

Fanyin's whole body was hot, but she didn't know how to place her hands.

He didn't dare to raise his hand, and put his palm on the girl's delicate skin, touched and rubbed it.

Even if it was such a beautiful temptation that appeared in his dark eyes.

With one hand, he unconsciously grabbed the purple silk bed sheets on the phoenix bed beneath.

With one hand, I held the string of ebony Buddhist beads tightly.

The beautiful finger bones faintly showed a hint of blue and white.

Like pleasure, like pain.

"Fanyin, look..." The girl's black hair wrapped around her and his delicate and jade-like slender body. She grabbed his wrist, and the bright red cinnabar on the inside of her arm was disappearing bit by bit.

Transformation, smooth as before.

The saint monk in white finally took off his snow-white cassock and fell to become a mortal who was controlled by lust tonight.

The ebony Buddhist beads broke again at a very extreme moment.

Pari rolled down to the cold obsidian ground...

The red phoenix tent on the purple gold hook fell down gracefully, closing to cover the beautiful spring scenery.

The phoenix couch sways.

The Zique Palace was breathing slightly and the lingering sound of depression and collision.

The girl was sweating profusely and moaned slightly. Between her white and slender legs, a little red and beautiful cinnabar blood slowly slid into the phoenix couch, and a charming and beautiful flower bloomed...
Chapter completed!