Come to Douluo, don't be a scumbag

(Second more)

Her round buttocks were sitting on the white sheets, her legs were crossed, and her white toes were dotted with bright red like roses.

The small and exquisite snow feet are an indescribable work of art, which just caught the eyes of foot control enthusiast Tang Muchen.

Bibi Dong was wearing a purple nightgown, with a sweet smile on her charming and affectionate face. Her thighs were white and her calves were round and firm. She had a pair of long legs that could last a lifetime. Tang Muchen even wanted to hug her big white legs. When you come to ask for support, a pair of breasts are ready to come out. Due to the soft and delicate material, even pajamas of this level are difficult to block the leaking spring light.

Tang Muchen sat in front of the other party like a student, letting the other party's snowy feet step on him.

"Ow!"

"Don't bark like I'm doing something to you."

As she spoke, she stepped on Tang Muchen's thigh with her outstretched snow-white feet, climbing up her pants.

The toes painted with red cardamom toenail polish pinched Tang Muchen's knuckles and lifted them slightly.

"! Sister Donger's lesson is that I am being punished, and you are punishing me who is not good at all! I am very happy to be punished by you, Sister Donger!"

"So nice."

A sweet smile appeared on Bibi Dong's charming face, and then she relaxed and continued to pedal.

Being able to step on someone like Tang Muchen, who is one of the best in the world in terms of talent, cultivation and appearance, would make even her heart flutter, and she would feel a little more indescribable happiness when stepping on him.

"We have already entered the jurisdiction of Wuhundian, maybe we have been discovered by the other party now."

"No, we have already been discovered. Maybe the people in the hall of worship know our whereabouts. I think the strength of the other party should exceed level 95, which is a relatively difficult type."

As Tang Muchen spoke, he held the other person's snow-white feet on his lower abdomen. Suddenly, his face became more satisfied.

Bibi Dong's expression was slightly tipsy, her pretty face had an extremely gorgeous blush, her voice suddenly became soft and waxy, with an indescribable beauty and beauty:

"...Level 95, so even if it's me, I can only flee now."

"It's really scary. The people in the hall of worship, every old man there has the most terrifying combat power in the world. I have also seen Chihiro Jiji pass their tests, and each of them can easily deal with me. that master."

She stepped on it a few times, but it didn't cause any pain. Tang Muchen's expression became even more ecstatic.

Bibi Dong smiled helplessly, and then revealed an indescribable charm, with a soft tone and gentle and rhythmic movements.

"But oh, I'm not as scared now as I was then."

"Why is this?"

While accepting the other party's help, Tang Muchen asked softly. He actually knew the answer in this woman's heart, but he was a little mischievous and wanted to hear her say it again.

"Because my strength has become stronger. I am no longer the weak soul sage I was back then, but a genuine Title Douluo with a 10-year soul ring."

"?"

Tang Muchen suddenly grabbed the opponent's little feet, and suddenly controlled him from running away. His face darkened a little, and then he spoke softly:

"Just like that?"

Bibi Dong's pretty face turned rosy again. Xiaozu tried to break away from the opponent's big hand but was unable to do anything. She was slightly discouraged and relaxed her body, so her tone became a little more lazy:

"And... and because of you.",

"If it wasn't because you were with me, then I must have been terribly scared. Although it was Qian Daoliu who spread the news and attracted me to come out of Sea God Island, I would not have dared to come out without your help. of."

"Although they have always wanted me to succeed the pope in their words, I also feel that I may fall into their control and become a puppet... A soul master who has just entered the Title Douluo, for a group of them This old yinbi is really nothing!"

"So I am the guarantee in your heart?"

Tang Muchen once again grasped the opponent's two snowy feet and asked in a gentle tone.

"Hey..."

Bibi Dong's charming and affectionate face was a little shy. She didn't want to speak because it would reveal her attachment to the guy in front of her.

It's just that the guy in front of him is too strong. Even he seems to have no choice but to be obedient and let the other person move, even if he is now paralyzed.

...Perhaps I will be suppressed for the rest of my life... To do this before becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, wuwu is really too shameful!

"Speak quickly."

Tang Muchen swayed slightly at the center of the opponent's feet. Bibi Dong's hair on the temples was slightly messy, and there was already some water in her starry eyes.

"I...I said, you, please stop moving, I...I'm so itchy!"

Tang Muchen smiled and continued to move, but the speed and strength slowed down a little, and then nodded slowly: "Then, tell me, I won't bully you if you tell me."

"I... I... You are the guarantee in my heart... If it wasn't for your help, I would definitely be arrested."

"Now even if I know that they may decide me to be the next pope, I still want you to accompany me, because I want to rely on you. If I don't have you by my side, I will feel scared...Obviously I was not That's it, but I started to rely on you unconsciously."

"You...you are the ray of light in my heart, always protecting me..."

Even the charming and affectionate Bibi Dong still blushed with embarrassment when she said these words that were almost a confession. In addition, her whole body was about to burst into flames as she had a pair of small feet in the other's hands.

"Well... If this is the case, then I am willing to protect you, sister Dong'er, after all, you are so beautiful!"

"but--"

Tang Muchen suddenly stood up and grabbed the opponent's snowy feet tightly. His white toes had curled up, his eyes were a little blurry, and his body was a little limp, so he could only lie on the bed and let his movements go, but she could hear clearly. The other person’s voice.

"There's nothing wrong with you relying on me."

"Who allowed it? The future female pope doesn't have a man she can rely on?"

"So, you can rest assured, rely on me, and use my strength."