The beautiful woman had already taken Zhao Wujiang's right index finger into her mouth, and her hot and moist tongue was rubbing Zhao Wujiang's finger. Her eyes were as charming as silk, full of provocation, and she said vaguely:

"Husband, do you want to try the job that I just learned?"

Her delicate body was already close to her, and the hot aura of lust rushed towards her face.

As the saying goes, when a man is hard-hearted, he will be soft-hearted; when a man is soft-hearted, a man will be hard-hearted.

Zhao Wujiang stiffened slightly and showed some respect.

Of course, he is by no means soft-hearted.

Instead, he felt that his demonic energy was about to stir, and he seemed to be craving for a plump and voluptuous woman.

He had thought about filling up his demonic energy before, after all, the demonic energy and his soul depended on each other.

Now, in the wife of the Blood God Sect leader, he felt something that could fill the demonic aura. The specific reason may require a deeper understanding.

The sect leader's wife's eyes were as charming as silk, with spring water in her eyes, and her green hair was like a waterfall, which was lightly bound by a hair rope and hung down on her chest. This was an extremely dangerous hairstyle.

It seems to be called a wife's hairstyle.

"Madam, your hairstyle is very dangerous." Zhao Wujiang smiled faintly and entered the room with the wife of the Blood God Sect's leader in his arms.

The sect leader's wife worked hard to tease her with her tongue, mumbling:

"Husband, you are also in danger. The slave family will make you unable to resist today."

After entering the wing room, the door was closed with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, there were the sounds of clothes being torn and torn, the sounds of whimpering and swallowing, the sounds of saliva being sucked, the sounds of heavy breathing, and the sounds of moaning, all mixed up, all kinds of, messy, rumbling, humming, mumbling, until I couldn't hear anymore.

True.

"Dear readers, don't worry, Yaofeng, as a war correspondent, will continue to follow and report for you."

A gust of wind blew in front of the door of the wing, and our reporter sent a wisp of wind through the crack of the door of the wing.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a thin layer of purple mist filling the room. It was obviously purple mist, but there seemed to be a touch of pink floating in it.

The situation in the room cannot be clearly seen, but a lot of sounds can be heard.

It seemed that the conversation between the two was not pleasant. The sect leader's wife was constantly being contradicted, and her groans were mixed with pain.

And Zhao Wujiang also felt sorry for his own experience, patting, hugging and rubbing the unevenness at the same time.

In the haze, someone was sitting on top of another person, seeming to be strangling the neck of the person underneath him, or grabbing his wrist, and started to struggle with each other.

Mount Tai presses the top, the sun rises and the moon sets, the trail wraps around, the ups and downs are repeated, but the moves are not single.

I don't know who is unable to resist whom. The person who is bullying the person above is swaying and his branches are trembling.

After a while, the scuffle seemed to be over, and there was another round of verbal exchanges and constant curses.

Yaofeng couldn't hear clearly and only heard some fragmentary words.

What a dead ghost, what a nuisance, who doesn’t know how to show mercy, what a ruthless thing, draw your sword and never leave your body.

When did the lovers embrace each other? It is better to dissolve enemies than to marry them!

As a war correspondent, the evil wind blew over and approached the gauze of the bed, trying to mediate the conflict between the two.

But at this moment, Zhao Wujiang didn't know what kind of wind was blowing out of him. Fortunately, it wasn't a demonic wind, but seemed to be the humid wind in the valley.

Looking again, it’s the boundless legacy.

A twitch and a wince.

Some people twitched, others frowned.

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After an hour, the sect leader's wife couldn't stand it anymore, she was officially defeated and collapsed on the bed.

There is a touch of resentment in the eyebrows, and there is a touch of unfinished meaning.

She said shyly:

"Husband, why weren't you so brave before?"

Zhao Wujiang slowly adjusted his breath in the purple mist. He finally understood what was needed to make up for the consumption of demonic energy.

It needs Yuan Yin, a woman’s Yuan Yin.

Most of the evil spirits are Yin, especially the evil spirits related to the fox clan.

"Eh." Zhao Wujiang sighed. He didn't expect that when he was a fake eunuch, he was forced to sleep with other women.

Now that he has stepped into this vast world, in order to replenish the demonic energy that relies on his soul, he is forced to sleep with other women.

"This is probably my life."

Thinking about some readers who don't have one yet... Zhao Wujiang couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness and wanted to cry.
Chapter completed!