Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

23. Sucking his tail below (H)

Of course Chu Fan didn't know.

She stayed in the small world that Chu Yu had assigned to her. Except for some blood drawn every month, she didn't have to worry about anything, and she didn't need to know anything.

At least Chu Yu thinks so. The younger sister should live under his wings and be his dodder alone.

Chu Fan's voice trembled: "I don't know."

Jing Shu put her finger on the handle of the white jade whip and gave her a deep look, "The merman lied to him, the elixir of the dragon race is fake."

"so what?"

Jingshu stopped, her voice slightly pitiful, "Miss Chu, the elixir of the dragon family has long been snatched by the demons."

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Chu Fan went back to his room and sat on the bed, unable to figure out why his brother wanted to grab the elixir.

People who cultivate immortals want nothing more than long-term vision and integrity. But he was only twenty-five years old, and he had reached the peak that no one else could match.

He doesn't need such a thing.

Chu Fan vaguely understood who needs this kind of thing.

Her heart sank a little, her breathing was heavy, and the hand on the bed board trembled. The heart cavity began to throb and throb again, throbbing and churning.

Chu Fan seemed to be back when he first went to Mount Shu ten years ago. He couldn't accept the spiritual energy. Every breath was like a knife cutting his throat and piercing his lungs.

If brother fell into the hands of the demon for her, how should she forgive herself?

With a soft creak, Zi pushed the door slightly and entered.

As soon as he came in, he saw Chu Fan lying on the bed, his shoulders trembling, a layer of cold sweat covered his forehead, his face was pale, and his black pupils were dull and colorless.

How can one not notice, it becomes like this again.

"What did the dragon girl tell you?" Jing Shu cast a spell when she spoke. She was not bad by nature, so he didn't do anything like eavesdropping.

Chu Fan was hugged by him, shook his head, and said weakly, "Daoist, I don't understand."

When she spoke, her slightly cold lips brushed against his Adam's apple accidentally, she paused, slowed down her voice, and asked, "Why don't you understand?"

Chu Fan continued to shake his head, but did not want to say any more.

He patted her shoulder in a slow tone, "Then do you know why Yuanhua recognizes you as the master?"

Chu Fan turned his gaze to his wrist, stared straight at it, and smiled, "I don't understand either."

Ziwei traced the totem of the mandarin duck flower with his hand, and the skin under his palm was delicate. He said softly, "At that time, I couldn't control the demon, and I wanted to seal myself under the Kunlun Mountains forever."

He didn't want to live, and he had no vitality. Others came to snatch his mandarin flowers and said they wanted to save people.

I just didn't expect Yuanzhu to have a soul and recognize the Lord.

"I want to live." Chu Fan laughed in a low voice, his voice hoarse, "But my brother searched for all kinds of treasures for me. I broke my hand today and my leg tomorrow. I thought at the time, then I might as well dead."

Ziwei didn't speak, she lightly tapped the pattern on her wrist. The delicate filaments bloomed from the inside out, pure white and flawless, with a hint of blue between the stamens.

Slowly, some fox tails also moved over, surrounded by the little flower, stacked with the newly blooming branches, like dancing, more like lingering.

The tip of the tail was hooked around the flower, and the fluff swept across its stamen, and the petals of the mandarin duck began to tremble, revealing a faint drunken red.

Ziwei asked, "Does it look good?"

She felt like that flower, about to be smoked and drunk, and even thinking was stagnant and chaotic, she could only say from her heart, "It's beautiful."

He smiled, put his head on her neck, got closer and closer, the tip of his nose pressed against her neck, his breath was hot, his voice was deep and hoarse, "Chu Fan? Fan Niang... can I call you that?"

He sipped her earlobe, and the foxtail continued to rub the petals on her wrist. The petals were shaking, and she was shaking, melting her whole body into a pool of water.

Chu Fan was very comfortable to be sucked by him, and she felt a different kind of guilt. Her whole body was soft, and her bones seemed to be crushed. He heard him say in a hoarse voice, "You know, this is the real double cultivation... ...unique...a double cultivation between us."

After he said the last word, he kissed.

Ziwei hugged her, wrapped her layer by layer with a fox tail, hid her under his body, held her lifeline in his mouth, put his tongue into her mouth, and tasted the sweet juice.

She is always very good at this time, the tip of her tongue is tangled and tangled by him, and the small tongue is sucked by him smoothly. The fragrance on his body is always very strong, especially when it blends like this, it is hot and strong.

Foxy.

Chu Fan thought randomly in his heart that this Taoist priest smelled like a fox.

Ziwei clenched her shoulders and slowly let go of her lips, rubbing her chest with her fingertips through her underwear, the tip of her tail hovering over her lower body.

"Want it?"

Chu Fan's brows were soft and red, and an itch ran from her wrists all over her body. She didn't want to answer this question, so she silently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Ziwei leaned over, licked her eyelashes from her cheek to the eyelashes, and asked, "Do you want it?"

Chu Fan grabbed one tail and clenched it tightly with her hands to prevent it from sticking out randomly, but she only had two hands, and the other tails poked along the base of the leg to the hole, the fluff was soaked, and it was drilled into the flower hole, the tip of the tail. Tightly absorbed by the tender meat.

She began to pant low, whimpering, because she wanted to hold back, each sound was soft and thin, like a soft feather tugging at people's hearts, making the man's blood tumble even more.

Ziwei finally asked, "Fan Niang...do you want it?"

Chu Fan hugged him back with his arms, blocked his mouth with the tip of his tongue, licked the tips of his upper jaw teeth, and stretched in one after another, the scent of pine snow flowing in his mouth.

Don't ask, I want it.