A kind of dream-like illusion.

Lei Hao was not far from Liu Mei, and was at the center of the spread of the pink mist. With his concentration, he could have barely avoided it if he had held his breath and manipulated his artistic conception.

However, at this moment, when Lei Hao retreated before.

There was a trace of pink mist inside the body, like a frying pan being set on fire.

At this moment, as the fog enveloped the outside, the oil pan inside his body became even more violent. Lei Hao's mind was lost for the first time.

Liu Mei's ever-changing imaginary way is only in the middle stage of infant transformation, but the artistic conception of the third ancestor is aspirational!

Lei Hao naturally couldn't resist!

The pink mist spread over tens of thousands of miles and gradually gathered towards the valley.

This kind of gathering was finally completed within dozens of breaths, but the pink mist in the valley continued. From time to time, a woman's long, slightly painful moans came out of the mist, but the sound was full of wonderful feeling.

It's like the gentle music of a fairy. It makes people feel moved and excited when they hear it.
Chapter completed!