Chapter 70 (2/2)

There is no God in the south. The sky is full of freedom.

The two are relative and the two surpass. First of all, we can see.

Select many, filter them,

Limited into narrow, to the end of the only.

There's no room. It's positive.

Tianyuan of zero should be my sword heart.

There are good and no evil in space, and there are wise men,

There is reason, there is Tao, and there is emptiness in the heart.

The ultimate is not swordsmanship.

There is no one in this hall, except those who have a great understanding of the way of sword.

”Only this, the heart has no sense of righteousness.” the wife, Miss witch, put her hands together and slowly opened her eyes. This is the clear eyes of Gu Jing without waves and with the same heart surface

Xuedeba picked up the underwear prepared by master Chen Lai and felt that it was a treasure woven by the master himself. The considerate and warm care read from it made her smile. The witch said to herself and sighed: ”It's worthy of being the king. It's too cunning. The evil king is worthy of his name. If he doesn't pay attention to it, not only his body, but also his heart will be mercilessly captured. Unfortunately, he didn't meet you at the beginning, his highness Chen Lai. Now, BA is the general and witch xuedeba who has only the sword and people all over the world.”

His wife xuedeba slowly untied her intimate breast wrapping cloth with body fragrance, took off the T-shaped cloth with the smell of black fluff and incense, and put it on to the intimate gift of the mage bit by bit. The friction between skin and cloth is still a passion ripple in her heart, and she can always feel the warm care from the mage.

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After waiting for a long time, the witch named xuedeba finally came out and showed the mage the exotic wind color from her hometown under the indoor magic spotlight.

At this moment, the mage who looked at the witch seemed to fall into an eternal pause.

An inexplicable sense of vision reminded him of a long time ago, when he just crossed the world to replace another information of his own existence.

In this small secret room, the mage seemed to hear the Dragon chant from his hometown, the cherry blossomed spring and the starry midsummer night.

In the ancestral temple of the prodemore family's sea boat, he met the woman who lost her memory and was picked up by himself from the sea.

Do not know their past, do not know their name, forget everything, leaving only the woman who wants to seal the obsession of some monster.

A witch who will not refuse any wish. The exotic witch he dreamed of in his childhood is eager for the Witch and greedy for the witch. Maybe the mage made this wish at that time.

Is this a witch? No, it's a man's dream. It's a man's romance like a giant demon.

When did you start? Your fascination with witches?

By the way, I was conquered by the sad witch temperament after reading the story called ”the love between man and dog is not over”.

At the end of the story, the mage once remembered that he sighed or regretted that a lover could not be his family. It's really good that the witch was not killed by the dog day.

Afraid of popping

The mage couldn't help applauding the wonderful posture of the man's wife and witch in front of him.