For the super strong, being possessed by a demon means death!

Even Yun Feiyang, a literary and military figure, could not avoid dying suddenly, let alone Chu He, who was only 27 years old?

"But I can't let go of everything. I can't let go either." Chu He's clear eyes were gradually covered with bloodshot haze, which was particularly scary.

"Like I said, you don't have any obligations." Poisonous Widow struggled with her arms. "Life is not a set of static equations. If you change the model, maybe you will gain more."

"Is it okay?" Chu He's voice gradually became hoarse. He turned over and pressed the Poisonous Widow hard under him, breathing heavily. "You want me to let go of everything, but have you ever thought about it, once I let it go?

I will no longer be who I was before. Then I can be called Zhang San, I can be called Li Si. But I can no longer be called Chu He."

"Do you still think I can let it go?"

Tear!

Chu He brutally tore open the Poison Widow's nightgown, and the spring light was immediately exposed. A large area of ​​snow-white skin was exposed to the eyes of the possessed man with blood-red eyes. Especially the plump breasts were even more violent due to Chu He's excessive force.

Bouncing. Time and time again, it stirs up the most primitive desire in a man's heart.

"call--"

Hot breath sprayed on the plumpness, Poison Widow clasped her legs tightly, and her free hand pushed Chu He hard: "You can definitely do it!"

"Why do you decide for me?" Chu He said in a low voice. His eyes invaded the woman's body mercilessly.

"Because I hope you live well!" The Poisonous Widow was tortured in unbearable pain by Chu He. Crystal liquid overflowed from her beautiful spring-like eyes and she trembled. "Because - I fell in love with you!"

"Love me?" Chu He laughed ferociously.

Laughing so horribly.

He licked his chapped lips and breathed heavily: "If you love me, give me everything you have!"

Tear!

The nightgown was completely peeled off the woman's body, and her curvaceous and perfect jade body was exposed to the possessed eyes of Chu He. It had a great visual impact.

Chu He, who had lost his mind, bent his head down without any pause and kissed the woman who was gradually giving up her struggle.

Her forehead was bare and white.

Her rosy and sweet lips.

She is as long as a white swan's neck.

Her plump and bright red cherries.

Her gurgling stream——

His journey was hindered. When he was marching his army straight down, a barrier that could reach people's hearts blocked Chuhe's progress.

Deep in his conscience, Chu He felt a little flutter, but more of it was the urge to kill everyone. Soon, that tiny trace of conscience was annihilated by floods and wild beasts. Evil finally defeated justice,

Urging him to ride on.

Yingying——

The extremely restrained melodious voice echoed in the room, as well as the heartbreaking pain and tenderness. No matter which one it was, it was an extremely tempting guide for the possessed Chu He, spurring him to move forward.

Okay. Encourage him to move wildly.

He needs to vent.

I also had to vent.

His body was on the verge of collapse. His spirit could no longer bear the majestic rage. If he continued to hold it in like this, Chu He would definitely go insane and burn himself out, as the poisonous widow said.

This is an irregular war, but it is destined to have no winner.

In this fight, who pays for whom?

Whose fault is this war that was fought out of necessity?

Whether the thunder from the sky stirred up the earth or the madness, this man and woman, who were more than ten years apart, met at close range on such a bloody and cruel night and composed a song that was destined to be indelible.

The flame in Chu He's heart could not be extinguished once. So the woman had to bear the stormy attack again and again. Until the end, she could no longer feel the pain and pain all over her body caused by excessive exertion. She did not know that Chu He was so heartbroken that she could not calm down.

How many times has it been tortured? The tingling sensation in a certain part of the body has gone from intense before to numb afterwards. Women don’t even need to look in the mirror to guess that the part that is gradually losing feeling must be swollen like a fat bun.

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Forty years of persistence collapsed tonight. The woman is not sorry. But there is really no reason to be happy. She does not have the romantic feelings of rose wine music. But for any woman, the word rape is always too impactful.

Powerful, and a bit too tragic.

Maybe - this is my life?

The woman smiled nervously, hugged the man who had been beaten a minute ago due to excessive squandering, and pulled him into her bruised arms. She murmured: "Maybe in your life, there will be countless amazing women.

Show up, you love them, and they love you too. They will even dedicate everything to you. But what does it matter? Can they accept being raped by you? Can they do it seven times in one night? They can obviously faint from the pain,

But I bite my tongue to stay awake, just to cooperate with your rape, so that you can be more involved in the drama and have a greater sense of accomplishment?"

"I can."

So said the forty-one-year-old poisonous widow.
Chapter completed!