MTL - Grasping Evil-Chapter 17 Bear the wind and snow, the son is deep

Qimei City, Ning Fan white clothes black and sly, graceful, and out of the seven Meicheng, behind him, separated by two steps, smashing his hands and feet with a fox girl - small paper crane.

Ning Fan decided to take the paper crane out of the city, release the kite, adjust the flirt, and ease the mood of the retreat in March. It is a pity that Qimei is located in the northern part of the country, and it is actually an ice city. The hurricane is cold and the snow is falling. How can there be a little green grass?

There seems to be no feeling of flying a kite...

"Where my brother, let us go back..." The paper crane's little hand was frozen and red, and he was in the seven-year-old. She really wanted to breathe out, but she was afraid that she would catch cold.

She looked at Ning Fan with her big eyes, and her eyes were a little worried. If her brother is so thin and weak, don't freeze it...

"When the hand is cold, I will give you a sigh..." Ning Fan looked pity and gently caught the little hand of the paper crane.

"Where my brother... there are so many people here, I am not seeing it well..." The little paper cranes dodge and dodge.

"Not afraid, no one dares to say a half sentence... You are my wife..."

Ning Fan closes his eyes, he likes this kind of life, simple and simple. People must live in the sun, in order to wash the magic, do not go into flames, this is the old devil teach.

The little hand of the paper crane, slippery and cold, let Ning Fan smother the heart and gradually calm down. The magic is absolutely essential, it is women and wine...

"But I haven't promised to marry you..." The little paper crane muttered awkwardly, only for Ning Fan to laugh.

People are mine, still don't understand?

Ten miles north of Qimei City, there is a canyon, ice and snow, and few people arrive. Ning Fan propped up the paper umbrella and blocked the snow for the paper crane. The two walked in the snow and went straight to an ice wall.

The teenager caught the girl's hand, sprinted and set off the kite under the ice wall.

"Look, where my brother, fly up, the kite flies up..." The paper crane is as happy as a maiden girl.

This is the first time she smiled after she met Ning Fan.

Simple smile, but let Ning Fan feel a pain. Ning Fan searched the memory of Wu Dongnan and saw the paper crane in his memory.

No childhood, no smile, a dark life...

"Where brother, you are really good at paper cranes, paper cranes are willing to give birth to the world... to you... give you a life..." The paper cranes are flying high-flying kites, and they are happy.

"Stupid girl, you are not a stove, you are my wife..."

"But I haven't decided to marry you..."

"It’s stupid..."

"Know it..." The paper crane voice suddenly fell, and some girls were sad. "Before I met my brother, I never dared to live to tomorrow... In Hehuan, I was bullied, but I was not allowed to cry." If I shed half a tear, I will kill me... Don't look at my stupidity, I also have a wish in my heart... I long for a lifetime of being able to be collected, properly placed, carefully preserved, free from my fear, free from my suffering, free from me. I am free from the fact that I can't get away from it, but I don't know when that person can appear... I can become a brother, I am satisfied..."

"You are my wife!" Ning Fan frowned, smashing the paper crane into his arms, what a pitiful stupid girl!

The sky is dark, the moonlight is dim, and the snow is tight. There is no hibiscus account warmer, red candle swaying, and some are just a curtain of the sky, wind and snow.

Ning Fan's arms are warm and warm. The paper cranes are full of tension in the big eyes like autumn water. She suddenly realizes what her brother wants to do.

"Where is my brother, here, it is not suitable for doing that..."

When she didn't finish her words, she was blocked by Ning Fan and her tongue was invaded.

"You are my wife!" In the eyes of Ning Fan, he did not change. He took off his black shackles and laid them on the ground. He held the paper cranes and placed them on the black scorpion. The hand is in the paper crane, and the clothes buckle, through the thin blouse, feel the exquisiteness of the paper crane.

Ning Fan is deeply infatuated with the paper crane. It is not only lust, not just love, but it is a matter of life and death.

The paper crane is born with a bone, and the three-month practice of "The Prostitute is still a yin" can suppress the bones, but it is provoked by Ning Fan, but the eyes are gradually blurred. In the confusion, there is an unknown tension, tension, and inexplicable look forward to.

She and Ning Fan have been a couple of times, but the first time Ning Fan was comatose, her manners were rude, and she left her painful memories. The second time she was comatose and ignorant, she could not remember how comfortable she was.

This time, it was her first time to be awake and hold Ning Fan.

"Where my brother... don't..." She felt that the fox had been untied by Ning Fan and panicked for mercy. She felt that the robes were deducted, and the tube top was pulled down by Ning Fan. The chest was cool, and she quickly slammed the chest. She was flat and flat, and she was full of confidence... and Ning Fan’s hand moved down again, she was sore and weak. I have to close my eyes... a hot stream, so that her legs can not help but Capri...

"Don't look... don't touch... don't... um..."

A singular, untimely light up Ning Fan's eyes. The paper crane is so nervous and nervous. She feels that the body has become so strange that it seems that something has flowed out...

She saw Ning Fan take off his clothes and reveal a thin, white chest. Her eyes are blurred, I only think that my brother at the moment is very handsome...

"Where my brother, I am so uncomfortable..." She was as angry as Lan, with a soft cockroach.

"Where is it, here?"

"It hurts! No... don't..."

Strange, it’s weird, it’s obviously painful, but why, it’s so comfortable...

Paper crane did not understand, she couldn't understand a lot of things, she gasped more and more lingering, she just held Ning Fan's neck, seems to want to stick tighter, tighter...

Do not understand, do not understand ... her innocent Jiaozuo, such as the fragrant plum in the snow, let Ning Fan more greedy.

Yinyang Avenue, combined with double repair, this is humanity. Many monks think that comprehension should be closed to the Yuanyang, and it is really a big deal. Many demons think that acacia is a yin and a yang, and it is a big mistake!

It is not practice, but an escape, escaping the true feelings of the heart...

And Ning Fan, gradually forgot that this is a double repair, he really moved, indulged in the soft body of the paper crane...

The moonlight is like a plate, under the ice wall, a pair of lovers are entangled. Cold wind and snow, only the body of each other is warm.

"... um... um..." The faint breath, letting the night add a flattering look.

For a long time, the paper crane suddenly trembled violently, and the whole body became rosy.

A clear spring came out, and the black shackles on the ground were damp, with a touch of body fragrance and charm.

Ning Fan is also a low-pitched voice, reaching its peak.

Leaked, he pressed the paper crane, but could not bear to leave. But underneath, there was a soft hum of the paper crane, and the little face was still flushed, but he slept tiredly.

This is the third meeting of the paper crane, but in the heart of Ning Fan, this is her first night.

"Stupid girl... You slept, long night, how do I spend..."

Ning Fan pityfully took a clothes shirt and covered it for the paper crane. He was naked, sitting cross-legged with the ice and snow.

Even if it is not deliberate, under the effect of yin and yang locks, a double repair is still completed.

The bottleneck of the tenth layer of Ningfan's veins is at this moment, breaking through.

Early in the spirit! Ning Fan only took less than four months to successfully break through! Such a cultivation speed is almost comparable to some famous children!

The black magic inflammation in the body, along the hundreds of veins, this is the process of melting into the veins. In general, the meridians of each monk can blend a spirituality. Fire, water, gold, wood, earth, wind, thunder, not tired.

Only a special fairy vein can contain a variety of spirituality.

The black magic inflammation flows along the meridians, and the meridians of Ning Fan are undoubtedly branded with the fire marks. In the future, most of them will cultivate the fire attribute exercises.

But what surprised him was that in the yin and yang magic veins, the illusory Yangmai was branded with a cold ice.

It seems that because of the intersection of the curtains and the land, Ning Fan absorbed a little ice between the heavens and the earth.

Two attributes of the spiritual monk? ! Ning Fan explores the palm of the hand, and a black magic spurt jumps out, black magic inflammation, with a trace of invisible blue ice inflammation...

"This is, yin and yang fire!" Ning Fan recalled the memory of the Emperor, and his look changed.

Ancient rumors, yin and yang fire only have a big chance to be a monk, can cultivate, and "Yin and Yang" has a chance to cultivate yin and yang fire, how to cultivate, it is not known.

Is it the way to love women, in the snow and ice... double repair! ?

Looking at the palm of his hand to burn the black and white magic fire of the mid-time monk, Ning Fan fell into deep thought.