Make a Living by Your Face [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

5.10

　　The Xuanqiong Secret Realm opens once every hundred years. It is said that the secret realm is waiting for a new master.

　　But more and more people do not believe in the legend, because this secret realm has been silent here for too long. When there was no Haoxuan Immortal Sect in the world, this secret realm already existed. It is always here, as if it will never leave.

　　Like the Xuanqiong Secret Realm, the legend of the temple is no secret among cultivators.

　　The temple would not be opened easily. For at least tens of thousands of years, countless people had tried to open it, but all failed in the end, including some powerful people who had already ascended to immortality. Nowadays, it was becoming increasingly difficult for practitioners to ascend, but even the chosen ones who had crossed the threshold of the ascending realm could not open this door.

　　So everyone thought that this door could not be opened. It was the main door of the temple, it was the door of the Immortal Emperor, so it was natural that it could not be opened.

　　The mansion where the Immortal Emperor once lived is not allowed for mortals to set foot in.

　　But at this moment, the most terrifying devil in the world was doing blasphemous things in this inaccessible temple.

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　　By the lotus pond, a tall, handsome man was holding a slender and beautiful boy in his arms, as if he was holding an extremely delicate and small doll. His arms were tightly wrapped around him, as if he wanted to embed the boy deeply into his bones and blood.

　　Shen Mian was breathing softly, his hands clasping the man's broad shoulders. He finally got some space and moved away a little. His light blue eyes were gleaming with watery light, and he was already aroused by the kiss.

　　He opened his lips slightly and just as he exhaled a wisp of fragrance, the man pinched his jaw again, blocking his petal-like lips tightly.

　　The powerful Demon Lord obviously knew very well that this delicate and easily crushed human boy could not escape from his hands, but he still held the back of the boy's head tightly and kissed him intently and domineeringly. Those two moist and plump lips were so delicate and beautiful under his ravages, like ripe red fruits, which would ooze out sweet juice with just a light bite, and were extremely fresh and tender.

　　He stirred that juicy mouth so hard that it couldn't close. He tasted all the sweet juice in his mouth and felt that he couldn't taste enough.

　　What he wanted was far from being satisfied by this level.

　　Shen Mian tilted his head back, his graceful and slender neck looked extremely delicate, his long black hair like a waterfall was scattered on the blue and white snow silk, as soft and beautiful as brocade. The Demon Lord stroked his hair with his large palm, reluctant to leave. The young man's hair was filled with the fresh scent of grass and wood, and in the dimness, there was a hint of lotus fragrance.

　　The fragrance of the Buddha lotus is a rare pure and holy object in the world. It can cleanse filth and clear the mind and calm the spirit.

　　But when the Demon Lord smelled it, he felt that the lotus fragrance was mixed with Shen Mian's body fragrance, which was extremely pleasant. He did not feel refreshed and calmed, but felt increasingly hot and uncomfortable.

　　Shen Mian sat on his lap, and the terrifying thing between his buttocks was very intimidating. It was already amazing when there was no reaction before, and it was even more amazing when it reacted now. Even a shameless person like Shen Mian felt his cheeks burning with shame and felt a little restless.