Changming Mountain is covered with snow all year round, and the Changming Sect is shrouded in black mist.
Although he is ranked number one in martial arts, there are rumors that all the masters in the sect have green faces and fangs, and look like ghosts.
Lian Fang did not believe in evil. He had packed up his fortune for eighteen years and went up the mountain with only a backpack.
Outside the mountain gate, Lian Fang looked at the white-clothed master in front of him who was a whole head lower than his own.
Stupid.
The Changming Sect behaves strangely. Although it is an upright sect, it is quite like a demonic sect, and all its masters have unspeakable quirks.
The master in white clothes is even more unreasonable. He invites people to sleep with him every night and is extravagant.
Lian Fang: Sigh, I'm so greedy for my body.
At the end of the night, he went into the room obediently.
The candlelight flickered, and Lian Fang looked at the long gauze curtain and the thick barrier in the house.
? ? ? Not to sleep with.
Bai Miaoluo: Deng Tuzi, what are you thinking about? It's just me... That's all.
After joining the religion for more than half a year, Lian Fang discovered that in the entire sect, except for the master's appearance, which made people crazy, none of the rumors were mentioned.
Lian Fang was relieved and studied hard.
However, this little master who was like an immortal was hanging around in front of his eyes all day long. Lian Fang felt anxious both physically and mentally, and his vision went dark.
What should I do? I seem to be craving for his body.
Lian Fang
18 years old, 189,18 X 26 years old, 169...
The reckless and upright Nian attacks x the cool and beautiful master
First of all, Master, it's not possible.
Finally, Master: No.
Not bad, but updates are slow.
Purpose: Punish evil and promote good