Descent of the Phoenix

Cold and cold, murderous and aggressive.

The icy eyelids opened a little, and the cold-blooded patriarchs were bullied.

At a glance, the eyes of the Shangyu month, the expansion of the patriarch involuntarily played a chill, good sharp eyes, good chilly gas.

Let him almost cold hair straight for a moment.

When the head twisted, I didn’t immediately look at the eyes of Haoyue. I expanded the patriarch’s body and flashed to the back of Haoyue. I grew a breath: “It’s so good, I’m prepared.”

As he said, he stretched his hand from behind the moon, and a thick piece of cloth was suddenly hidden in the eyes of Haoyue.

Only the moon, where the head is slightly active, is the opponent of the extension of the patriarch, and several of them are struggling to be tied.

The eyes suddenly darkened, the body could not move, the eyes could not see, only the audible, tightly tied hands, the whole grip.

"Dare to move me, you will die without a place of burial." Not afraid, the blindfolded moon is as calm as the person who is to be raped is not her, just the coldness that comes out from inside, that word If you spit it out, you will reveal a murderous murder.

"Oh, then I have to see how the law of death is not buried." The sly smile rang in the ear, and the rough big hand had touched the shoulders of Haoyue.

"So beautiful woman, Laozi still hits the first one in this life." The smile of the sly echoed in the narrow criminal chamber, and the stinky mouth slowly extended to the head and neck of Haoyue.

"Hey." The sound of the rupture of the clothes rang, and the moon only felt that the body was cold, and the placket was torn open halfway. The water-sucking whip tightened the skin tightly.

No screams, no calls for help.

Calm, a kind of calmness like an outsider.

It was only the clenched fist that was tightly tied, and the whip on the skin was getting tighter into the flesh of the moon.

Blood, dripping down the fist little by little on the ground, bright red and blue.

"Oh." It was the sound of a broken placket, and the moon only felt cold on the legs.