Chapter 610

Anyang suddenly opened her eyes, and saw that Misha's beautiful face was in front of her. Her skin was snowy and a little red. Her long hair was wet because of the water flowers just now. She pasted it on her beautiful neck, and her full chest was half hidden.

What's more, he didn't realize before that Misha was only wrapped in a thin white yarn, which immediately became attractive and translucent after being soaked in water, and tightly adhered to the girl's delicate and white body, depicting the offending curve.

Because the tub was not big, Misha almost sat on his leg, which was only separated by a layer of wet water gauze. He could feel the amazing touch of Misha's leg skin, long and mellow, and the outline and elasticity of the young girl's buttocks.

Anyang takes a deep breath, shortness of breath, lowers his head a little, and his body immediately becomes hot.

The young girl's chest is soft, full and firm, well-developed, but it still keeps its original appearance and color. The white skin and pink bud under the cover of translucent Tulle make people want to spray blood, and draw an attractive shape.

"Brother Ian, please come and take a bath."

Misha raised her slender white arm, her complexion like milk, her fingertips across his neck, her fingers open and pressed against his chest. Although her voice was soft and waxy, it was also very attractive. Her breath hit him on the face, and she was a little short because of tension.

The girl's chest heaved more and more.

Although it was to serve the bath, but her hand was slowly down, the palm of her hand held the most important part of Anyang.

Anyang shook his head and bit his teeth to regain his consciousness.

But immediately, another pair of delicate hands stroked his temple, gently and slowly massaging, which made the defense he had just mobilized suddenly relaxed, and when he looked carefully at the people in front of him, he felt a little like spraying blood.

Lunan was tall. Although she was only 16 years old, she was about 1.7 meters old. Her waist was thin, her thighs were long and straight, but her chest was full and strong, and her hips were round. She was absolutely the standard little goddess in the past.

At this time, she was only wearing an exposed black tights and short skirts, similar to the interesting clothes, and her chest was high and snowy, which perfectly outlined the attractive figure curve of the girl, and lace was also in sharp contrast with the white and delicate skin.

The beautiful legs of the girl stretched out from under the black lace skirt, dazzling white, and deliberately overlapped in an attractive posture.

"Brother Ian, are you comfortable?"

"Well..."

At this time, Misha, who was sitting on his leg in the tub, twisted her lower waist and legs, producing amazing friction. The soft skin and soft touch immediately ignited his evil fire, snorted, and her hands reached up involuntarily.

On one side is the slender and elastic waist, and on the other hand is the delicate and smooth full, which makes people bleed.

There's a vacuum under Misha's tulle, and she's naked!

Anyang is just a man of blood. I can't help it!

……

After taking a bath, Sheryl came to the door with a cross sword and changed into an attractive leather armour. She was just about to knock on the door, but she heard a loud voice coming from the door. It's amazing that the owner who can hear the voice clearly is Misha.

Cheryl put her hand down with a cold face.

"These two little goblins!"

She bit her teeth and stood at the door.

Before long, the Baron led the army back.

Lydia was looking for Anyang at the first time, but was blocked by the cold Sheryl at the door. She was about to have a theory with Cheryl when her expression froze, and she heard the sound as if nothing, and her face suddenly turned green and white!

"Here Hateful! Hateful!! Let me in! "

Lydia cried, trying to rush in, but still stopped by Sheryl, who could not touch the door.

After a while, she gave up.

Lydia probably knew the gap between herself and Sheryl, and knew that Anyang was right in doing such a thing. She had no solution except for impulse. She only looked at Anyang's door, and then she left a little lost.

At this time, Anyang is working on Lunan. His delicate and tall body makes him crazy.

He didn't want to stop even if he felt Lydia coming!

Anyway, I will leave soon

If anyone can compare with lunambi, it's Xiao Xueer in the real world. She is also tall, well-developed, and a young girl with white and tender snow. However, she can't touch Xiao Xueer. Her love debt is different from her trade.

As time goes by, so does the wind and rain.

Anyang lies on the broad bed, resting quietly.

On one side of him lies the lovely and sweet Misha, with a well proportioned and plump figure. It can't reduce one point by one point. It belongs to the type of good figure but soft touch. It feels just right and very comfortable. On the other side lies Lunan, who is tall and attractive. Her chest is not small and delicate. A girl's long straight legs carry him.

It has to be admitted that such two charming little beauties are really easy to indulge.

"All right, get up."Anyang has not been addicted for a long time.

Two young girls wriggled snow white body, felt some pain, but still got up to put on their own clothes.

However, Misha's White Tulle is still translucent. It can't cover anything on her body. Instead, it clings to the greasy skin to outline her proud figure. It's a vacuum inside. Some tall or delicate private places are more attractive.

Lunan is better, but not much worse.

White skin is always in sharp contrast with black skin, and lace is close to the skin. Long straight legs stretch out from the very short skirt, barefoot. Only mature women have the temptation to go hand in hand with the delicate girl.

Anyang can't help it again.

"You won't come here like this, will you?"

"No, brother Ian."

Lunan replied softly, frowning and barefoot, and went to the door, picking up a black and white dress.

Anyang nodded, "well, go back."

The tone is a little cold.

"Yes, brother Ian."

"Brother Ian, think of Misha."

The two girls soon dressed and opened the door. They looked at Sheryl in surprise, and then they left.

Anyang takes a deep breath and rubs his head.

"I can't help it!"

"If there is no Taoism, is there no heart for cultivation?"

Anyang looked at the bed sheet with two bloodstains and a mess. He waved to a maid to come in and clean it up. He was very calm when he made eye contact with Cheryl. He had a self-contained face. He was not embarrassed at all, just a little upset.

Fortunately, it's just a deal. He was also emperor in Shenzhou world, so he can see it.

Since Lunan and Misha first courted Ian, this was a time of standing in line. Because of their low status, Ian could never marry them, so their original purpose was to exchange their body for a better life.

It's a good idea to take Ian. If you're lucky, it's not impossible to be married as a concubine.

Because they had been with Ian for a long time, and because of the insistence at that time, two girls with low status were recognized by Ian and Anyang. With Anyang's strong performance, they are finally admired.

But they are also under great pressure.

No one robbed them before, but now everyone's eyes are on Anyang. They are beginning to panic.

It is estimated that they are also eager to get closer to Anyang, and want to make themselves and his intimacy go up to a higher level. They have no choice but to do what they do today, which may be instigated by their parents.

With Anyang's rising position in the future, they have no need to worry about their relationship with Anyang, so Anyang has no guilt for them, the transaction is smooth, and the guilt is to wait for Xiaoqian in the real world.

Although

Comrade Xiaoqian may not care about this

When he walked out of the room, he didn't even have the heart to appreciate Sheryl, who was so attractive.

Anyang's mana began to recover.

It's just that it's very painful. No matter how many functions are related to the body, the body quality will increase synchronously in the process of cultivation, but it will not recover synchronously after being suppressed by the system seal.

He was not used to this kind of mismatching because of his power and lack of physical strength.

Lunan and Misha began to come in and out of his room frequently, each time they dressed up more attractive than taking off their clothes. Anyang, who knew their thoughts, would not refuse most of the time, and enjoyed the two delicate but angry girls.

After about seven days, the mana is fully restored.

It was the same day that Marquis Aaron ball, who received the news of the knight's return, arrived at the Baron in person and took only two bodyguards with him to express his most sincere apology to Baron kofinori and the mystic of the leader.

The Baron took the initiative to accept the Knights brought by the Marquis into the castle and held a grand reception party.

Of course, this is not his cowardice, but the identity gap between the Baron and the Marquis is too big, probably like the gap between the magistrate and the emperor in the remote areas of ancient China. The Marquis can put down the hatred and come in person, and the Baron naturally has nothing else to say.

Anyang was silent all the time during the party, looking at the Marquis secretly, and occasionally kept his identity to talk with the marquis.

Cheryl stood beside him, her long legs striking, and she was the only one armed.

Lydia rarely ignored him in the distance.

Lunan and Misha were not qualified to participate in such a party, but because of their relationship with Anyang, they were sent by the baron to arrange their dresses in the corner, so they seemed very happy and occasionally made a flirtatious and attractive gesture to Anyang.

This means the promotion of their status, but it is only the first welfare for them to have a relationship with Anyang.

Anyang also gradually understood the vague outline of the world's "mystic" system from the marquis.First of all, the "mystic" is not as bad as the great Knight of Alan said. From the awe of the Marquis, it can be seen that only "Apprentice" mystics, or simply some river and lake swindlers, these people can't be called the real "mystic" naturally, and even the serf sacrifice in the southern howling forest can't be regarded as the real "mystic" !

The real "mystic" is extremely difficult to see, but at the same time, it is really superior to all secular powers!

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