MTL - The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother-Chapter 86 Imprint

"Master, I like you so much, how can you like others?"

Fingertips stroking the wound in front of Qin ink, Lin Ziyan said gently. Even if Qin Mo's eyes were covered, he seemed to be able to imagine the expression of Lin Zi's moment.

"So, Master, you can only belong to me." Lin Zikai's voice was twisted for a moment, and the hand that had been freed from the chest of Qin ink suddenly hardened, leaving a blue-violet scar.

Qin Mo and Lin Zikai were very close together. At this moment, they clearly felt the body of Lin Zikai shocked, and there was a small fluctuation in the surrounding air. He seemed to be doing something. Then Qin Mo felt that his eyes were bright, and the black long strips that had blocked his line of sight dissipated.

Qin Mo licked some sour eyes, and saw Lin Ziqi sitting on his knees between his legs, his eyes were red, his right hand was holding a silver rifle, and the shiny gun tip exuded an endless chill. It is facing his chest straight.

In the face of the threat of death, Qin ink instinctively struggled, but unfortunately he was tightly bound by the chain, the limbs could only tremble a little in a small amount, and did not play any role at all, even the mysterious thunder fire was quietly shrinking. There are no signs of movement in Dantian.

For a time, I could only hear the sound of the chain swaying in the whole space. Lin Zikai’s face suddenly pulled out a smile, and it looked very strange in the face of the sly face. He said, “Master, don’t be afraid, It won't hurt."

With that said, the silver rushed with a fierce momentum and stabbed directly toward Qin Mo's chest. At the moment he reached the chest of Qin Mo, he was strangely stopped.

Lin Ziqi held a long gun, his eyes fixed on Qin Mo, his eyes were solemn, and the silver tip was slowly portrayed on the chest on the right side of Qin Mo.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes... Each time a piece is dropped, Qin Mo’s face will be white. When Lin Zikai takes back the long gun, Qin Mo’s face is already pale.

The bright red blood slowly flowed out from the chest of Qin Mo. Linzi’s face showed a satisfied smile. He used his fingertips to pick up a touch of blood and said: “Master, you see, how beautiful.”

His voice fell, and a water mirror suddenly appeared above the Qin ink. In this water mirror, Qin Mo was tied to the stone bed without being shackled. The blood on the original smooth chest was overflowing, and a "峥" was clearly engraved on it.

Qin Mo’s eyes narrowed and he looked at Lin Zi’s gaze with a meaning that could not be said.

The blood on the fingertips was cleaned, and the woods were wrinkled, especially when they were unsatisfied. The soft tongue tipped slowly over the chest where Qin ink was soaked by blood, and finally on the word "峥" Constantly lingering.

Qin Mo was extremely painful, but he clenched his teeth. He did not make any noise. He looked at the long hair of Lin Zi’s ink and scattered it on his skin. There were many dark waves in the depths of his eyes, and Lin Zizhen, a forester.

It seems that I feel the spirit of Qin Mo at the moment. Lin Zikai’s face has a grinning smile. His mouth is **** and he looks extremely cruel and bloody.

Lin Zikai’s palm fell on the top of the word, feeling the undulating chest below, and smiled: “Master, this mark is above your heart, you will never forget it.”

The line of sight swept through the thin waist of Qin ink and the slender legs below. Lin Zikai put his hand on the abdomen stained with blood, and clearly felt that Qin Mo's body instantly became more rigid.

Feeling the tenderness of the hand but the hidden strength of the meat, Lin Zi's eyes are dull.

The fingers circled around the navel, and Lin Ziqi took a deep breath. He was so close to the master for the first time. He thought about it, using his lips instead of his fingers, and he was constantly swimming in the smooth abdomen.

"Bastard." The body was very painful, but there was another subtle feeling from time to time. Qin Mo finally couldn't help but swear.

His body was stiff and his eyes fell on the lotus flower not far away, and he remembered the warmth of the night when the two men embraced each other. There are many unspeakable emotions in the voice of Qin Mo: "Lin Zikai, I will not forgive you."

At this time, one of Lin Zikai's hands groped in the back of Qin Mo, and the tip of his tongue slid gently. When he heard Qin Mo’s words, his movements suddenly slammed, and then he moved again, and his eyes were drooping, making people unable to see his thoughts at the moment. The mouth sighed and said: "Master, you still don't talk."

Stretching out the free left hand, the slender fingers quickly reached into the lips of Qin Mo, the fingers stroked the gums, directly wrapped in the soft and moist tongue of Qin ink. The fingers are constantly stroking and the movements are getting more and more intense.

Qin ink eyes cold, bite hard, but how can not close his mouth.

Lin Zikai’s head is still buried in Qin’s abdomen, and only a low voice slowly came from below: “Useless, Master.”

Lin Zi’s eyes are full of Qin ink, and no one can accommodate anything else. The tip of the tongue is downward, and some tentatively smashed somewhere under the Qin ink.

Treated by Lin Zikai, Qin ink was stiff, his eyes were slightly red, his breathing was a little short, and his hands were trembled.

Seeing Qin Mo, Lin Biao’s mouth is slightly hooked, as if he was encouraged to open his mouth directly, and put it in his mouth.

His dexterous tongue was free on the column, as if you were tasting a fine dish, it was extraordinarily careful. From the top to the bottom, there is no place in one place. At the same time, his index finger moved more quickly in the mouth of Qin Mo, and suddenly went up and down.

Qin Mo’s body was stretched. Although his heart hated the behavior of Lin Zikai, he was wrapped in a warm and moist mouth and was swept by a soft tongue. The place slowly bulged, an incomprehensible Feeling quickly rushed up and even covered the pain in the chest.

Lin Biao's eyebrows bent, took out the index finger that had been placed in the mouth of Qin Mo, and held the waist of Qin Mo with both hands, slowly putting all of that into his mouth.

Lying on the stone bed, Qin Mo’s consciousness was a little vague, and he looked at Lin Ziyu, who was covering himself above him, and could not speak for a while.

Lin Zikai suddenly bite a bit, then the muscles in the mouth trembled, and after taking a sip, Qin Mokou whispered in the middle of the mouth. The feeling of reaching the summit made him weak in his waist. He clenched his hands into fists and his body regained control uncontrollably. Light pink.

Lin Zikai was suddenly stunned by Qin Mo's eruption. His mouth was full of white serum, but he did not care. He reached out his tongue and rubbed his white lips. Lin Zi's eyes fell on Qin Mo's face.

At this time, Qin Mo’s eyes were closed, his cheeks were red with his body, and his body was constantly shaking. The white skin and the long hair of the ink intersected, which seemed to be extraordinarily confusing. Lin Zikai was instantly tempted, and he had seen the master like this.

A wave of uncontrollable rushes to the bottom, and there is some pain in the burning place below. The forest sputum gradually becomes heavy and heavy, closes the eyes, and can no longer restrain the heart's possessive desire for Qin ink. My master...

The fingertips provoked the liquid between the legs of Qin and ink, and quickly swept toward the soft soft meat behind Qin Mo. Qin Mo was stiff and stiff, and the mouth of the hole suddenly shrank. Feeling the resistance of Qin Mo, Lin Zikai wiped the white liquid on his hand on the soft meat, and slowly softened his hands.

Qin Mo brows wrinkled, the previous passion has already cooled, he lies on the stone bed, his teeth biting his lower lip, his eyes are unclear.

After a while, Lin Zikai’s fingers slammed in from the middle, his fingers drove straight in, and the warm feeling inside made him breathe tight.

"Roll." The body was put into other things, Qin Mo only felt that the whole body was cold, his voice was dumb, and his mouth gnashed his teeth, and the limbs trembled and struggled.

If Lin Ziwei didn't smell it, his sleeves were light, and a bottle filled with liquid appeared in his hands. The liquid in the bottle was poured into the middle of the soft meat, and the fingers slowly explored inside.

With the lubrication of the liquid, the movement of the forest is gradually increasing a lot, from one finger to **** to three fingers, where it becomes soft.

Qin Mo felt that there was a large fire that slowly ignited from his legs. The feeling of being uncomfortable slowly disappeared. He only felt that he urgently needed something.

His eyes widened and he gradually became confused. He clearly knew that the liquid used by Lin Zikai had problems. But in his mouth, he couldn't help but snorted.

When I heard that Qin Mo didn't know whether it was painful or pleasant, Lin Zizhen helped the burning point that had already been unable to withstand the entrance.

"Master brother..." Looking at Qin Mo, who is already a bit embarrassed, the forest is snoring.

Qin Mo's body trembled, and some vague consciousness was once again awake, watching the state of the two at the moment, his eyes covered by a layer of ice. His eyes were fierce, and he resisted the hot feeling in his body while supporting the upper body.

The chain lock was tight, and Qin Mo used all his strength, and he lifted his head to the shoulder of Lin Zikai. There was an endless cold in his eyes, and he bit his shoulder against Linzi’s shoulder.

The action of Qin Mo was not stopped. His teeth were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of Lin Zi's shoulders.

Lin Zi's expression was unchanged, and even a little smile on the face, the body moved, the hard object below directly stabbed in.

"Master, I love you." Lin Zikai said, but a tear was coming out of his eyes. Master, you don't know how much I love you.

There was severe pain from the bottom, and Qin Mo did not loosen the mouth, but instead bitten harder. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and was intertwined with his own blood.

After a long time, Qin Mo only released his mouth, but at this moment, Lin Zikai’s shoulder was missing a piece of blood, which was extremely scary.

The meat in the spit, Qin Mo suddenly smiled, but the smile was very cold, he fell on the stone bed with a force, whispered: "Lin Zi, I hate you."

The two are close together, breathing and touching, can see the deepest part of the other's eyes.

Lin Zikai suddenly turned his head, no longer looked at Qin Mo's eyes, his body exudes a strong suffocating body, the body quickly moved, slammed into it, one, two, three times... no stopping, as if You can forget the eyes of Qin Mo.

Qin ink's eyes gradually became confused, and his hands were weak. There were only two people in the space to breathe.

The author has something to say: I feel that the forest is slightly metamorphosed, and when I say that kind of numbness, I am lettering the horse, really...

Hey, the master is going to turn his face. The poor little teacher will not die if he is not dead.

Thanks to the landmines thrown by Aria, thank you for not sleeping (2) throwing mines, what?