The system beep sounded for a full minute.

And Du Yan never let go of his hand pressing on the back of Ying Qian's head.

Let her react.

Struggle and refuse.

He had no intention of letting her go.

Duyan's nature is indeed the same as in the illusion.

Both strong and domineering.

She was not allowed to have any resistance.

Since he had made up his mind to be with Yingqian, he would not let go of his hand no matter what.

She can only belong to him.

Cannot refuse.

No escape.

It was Yingqian who took the initiative to provoke him.

Then you should spend your whole life paying the price.

The silver bell hanging on his ankle made a joyful ringing sound.

The hot breath sprayed on the neck.

Underneath Ying Qian's body was Du Yan's white monk's robe.

Before his eyes was an illusory light and shadow.

The only light in the mountain crevice went out and then came back up.

A broken light fell on her body.

It shows a beautiful scene.

this kind of development.

Yingqian really didn't expect it.

Although she had known for a long time that the monk Du Yan looked aloof and aloof from the mortal world, but he was actually quite difficult to mess with.

But I didn't expect it.

He can do this.

Is it a human?

He is clearly a bastard!

Yingqian's waist is about to break.

His whole body was sore and limp, and his back had numerous red marks.

Of course.

There are also a lot of scratches and bites on Du Yan's body.

Ying Qian lay on Du Yan's generous shoulders.

Countless curse words passed through my heart.

This rotten place is not only made of stone, but also made of stone.

Even ghosts don't want to stay longer.

What's the result?

But Yingqian stayed here for nearly a full day!

Isn’t the monk Duyan pure in heart and celibate in desires?

Not the most otherworldly immortal?

Why stay far away from the world of mortals so that you can cultivate the great road?

These nice words are all used to describe Du Yan.

But just this one person was regarded as the master worshiped by the Buddha by his fellow disciples in the temple.

But for some things, I am extremely...

skilled.

Is this considered a genius’ self-taught work?

In other words, he remembered every scene that happened in the fantasy world firmly in his heart.

Yingqian snorted coldly.

He lowered his head and bit Du Yan's shoulder hard.

Du Yan glanced at her and said:

"We'll be there soon. You go to sleep for a while and I'll get you some food."

Ying Qian had a cold face.

I wanted to ignore all Du Yan's words.

But she was really hungry.

no way.

Who can do hard work for a day and still not be able to eat even a morsel of food?

She was so pitiful.

But Yingqian opened his mouth.

But not a single sound could be made.

My throat is really dry and hoarse.

She was even more angry, so she simply pinched Du Yan's cheek, and shook her calf twice hard, but she didn't expect that it would involve deeper pain, and her face immediately turned pale.

"A Qian?"

Du Yan immediately stopped and looked back at Ying Qian.

"But it hurts?"

Yingqian ignored him.

Pretend you can't hear anything.

snort.

Are you here now to pretend to be a good person?

Why couldn't she listen when she called to stop before?

Still a monk.

Pooh!

Damn thing!

This is a pretty good sect, but how did they come up with such a thing?

It really ruined the whole lintel!

Yingqian couldn't stop cursing in his heart.

But he was suddenly placed on a large rock.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Du Yan's enlarged handsome face.

The water with the scent of sandalwood penetrated into the throat.

Relieves dryness and dullness.

But after drinking all the water, Du Yan still had no intention of retreating.

He squinted.

There was boiling desire in his eyes, gradually rising.

But soon.

He was restrained by Du Yan again.

He went too far.

Yingqian couldn't even walk.

I can no longer get closer to him.

I don't know why either.
To be continued...