The pink pajamas covered with moonlight teased the wild beastly nature in Dismusk's heart all the time. After all, the man could not resist the impatience in his heart. He ignored the woman's opposition and pounced on him like a wild beast, pressing his soft body under his body. Under the woman's scream, he grabbed the pink collar and tore it apart, revealing a large area of ​​snow-whiteness. In the twilight, it showed a more luster and smooth color, and was delicious.

The woman lay beneath her body, her low voice was like crying and complaining, her little mouth was biting the quilt, as if she had accepted her fate, without making a rippling sound, as a silent resistance and as Yan Cun, the Chan family of the city, was honored.

Dismusk didn't think so much. He lifted the woman's buttocks with both hands and raised it high, like a fired turret. Then he picked up the gun and got on the horse, tearing the last line of defense of the woman under him.

Under the bright silver light, in the dark, the earth was quiet, under the wooden houses, a burst of clouds and rain, covered Wushan, and was floating in the air. Dismusk hugged a piece of "warm jade", and he drank heavily and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a moment, the night was as long as ever. Under the "whip", the woman in her arms had a slight trembling. Then a pair of bright eyes slowly opened from the darkness. Two silent tears gently slid down from the cheeks, falling on the pillowcase bit by bit. The man’s sleeping snoring blew on her white goose-like neck, and itchy. She blinked and collected all the tears. Her teeth were tightly biting her lower lip, her eyes were flickering, and she didn’t know what she was thinking.

Suddenly, she tried hard to pull out a hand from the man's arms, and grabbed the white patterned head branch at the head of the bed with a trembling little hand, her green onion-like fine fingers tightly grasped the head branch, her eyes staring at her eyes and her heart was a little hesitant.

However, the heavy gasp of the man behind her made her usually quiet heart, which was very quiet at this moment. For a moment, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. She moved gently and found that the man had not responded, so she slowly turned around.

Looking at the man's angular face and frowning in his sleep, she didn't know what kind of nightmare she had, she felt a little soft-hearted, but when she thought of her experience at this moment, she forced herself to suppress her heart and gently deliver the twig in her hand to the man's throat.

At this moment, the man frowned even tighter, and suddenly he muttered to himself in his dream, "Mother~! Danatus!"

The bass slander was like the heavy roar of a wounded lion. It licked the wound lightly, and its magnificent wind was still the existence of the king.

Suddenly, Meng Yu scared the woman's head twig almost fell, and her heart that was finally hardened was like a deflated ball.

But thinking of the humiliation at this moment and the life in the future, she had no face to see her parents again, or her gentlemanly fiancé.

Taking advantage of the moonlit night, maybe it was time to break. Her slender hand tightened her head again. She gently raised her head and inserted it into her throat again. However, at this moment, the trajectory of the head was inserted into the woman's neck, and she wanted to commit suicide to show her ambition.

"Mother, don't leave me!" I don't know if it was intentional. Whenever a woman makes up her mind to do something, men can always beat her up in time.

Dismusk tightened his arms, leaned forward, and directly put his head into the woman's arms, buried it tightly in the other party's chest, not afraid of not being suffocated.

The woman tightened her body, her arms were touched by the man's head, and she didn't know where the head had fallen, and her chin was hit by the other party. She looked at the ceiling helplessly, staring blankly, not knowing what she was thinking about.

At night, the sky is dawn, and the rooster crows in the morning.

When the first ray of rays of light shone in from the room, Dismusk opened his eyes suddenly. He stroked his forehead with his hands, and his brain still ached faintly due to the effect of alcohol. But as soon as he stood up, he suddenly became stunned. A softness in his arms attracted his attention. He quickly looked down and thought it was Aly's beautiful snow hair, but what he saw was long black hair.

Dismusk's eyelids jumped. He went into the wrong room last night, and his mind was vaguely remembering that he wanted to fly together...

Who was the woman who was still sleeping under her? Suddenly, Dismusk seemed to have thought of something. Looking down, a red mark on the white sheet was clearly visible.

Dismusk took a breath of cold air and looked at the woman's fair and delicate face, and there were signs of tears on her cheeks under her eyes, long eyelashes, and a trace of dewdrops.

Seeing this, Dees's heart trembled in unknown ways. He looked around and saw the messy clothes, and then looked at the smooth "lamb" under him. Somehow, he took off the ruby ​​necklace on his chest and gently placed it on the woman's hand. Perhaps, although he didn't know the woman's name, he left a token, which was also an unforgettable portrayal of this dew-water relationship.

Looking out the window, it was not yet dawn, Dismusk hurriedly put on his clothes, and before leaving, he gently covered the quilt on the woman's body, and then a stream of smoke disappeared.

The man hurried away, and the woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, with a little tears on it, but her eyes stared blankly at the ruby ​​bathed in the morning light in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking or maybe hating something she was hating.

Dismusk finished changing his clothes and said goodbye to everyone, hurriedly carrying Ali away.

Laruf also said goodbye to everyone, and for a moment, only Sarna and Claus were left.

After watching everyone leave, Clausa secretly asked in a low voice, "Miss Sharna, was that matter done last night?"

After hearing this, Sarna's face turned a little dark. She didn't know what she drank last night, but she was unconscious. Who knew whether to do it? Dismusk was calling out this morning, but after sorting out her clothes, she felt that she had a little heavy feeling in her brain, and everything else seemed to be fine. It seemed that last night, she just took a simple sleep...

Thinking of this, Sarna couldn't help but snorted. After such a big formation, she did nothing. She glared at Claus next to her angrily, and then took her men in black into the car.

Claus had no choice but to follow him in disappointment.

Holy Land ~ Pope Palace

On the throne of gold, the pope sat quietly there, holding a wedding invitation with gold patterns in his hand.

At this time, a guard slowly came to the bottom of the steps, knelt on one knee, and said, "Dear Your Majesty, Saga, Abrodi, and Miro, the three masters, have already gone to Japan on the grounds of eliminating the "Big Snake".

The Pope did not reply, but after a long time, he waved his hand gently and the guards continued to tactfully.

The "Big Snake" has not yet awakened. What are the three Golden Saints going to Japan? Oh, it's just to attend Dismusk's wedding.

The Pope is still here, are these young subordinates so domineering?

Under the cover of the golden helmet, I couldn't see the Pope's eyes at all, I couldn't tell that it was
Chapter completed!