Soon Pan Jingyun faced Zheng Yun's butt again, and his hand pressed the secondary acupoint above Zheng Yun's buttocks, then the ring jumping acupoint on his buttocks, then the Changqiang acupoint on the tailbone, and then the perineum/appoint below... Originally, Pan Jingyun did not intend to massage her for the last two acupoints, but his consciousness was already a little confused at this time.

Under the stimulation of the hot spiritual power on Pan Jingyun's hand, Zheng Yun's body spasmed like an electric shock and began to twist violently, which made Pan Jingyun's hand unable to correctly position it, and he touched some places from time to time...

After the back massage, Pan Jingyun no longer sought Zheng Yun's advice, but turned her over and began to give her a frontal massage. Pan Jingyun stepped on Zheng Yun's waist, stretched his hands towards her shoulder clavicle, and his eyes looked at Zheng Yun's violently undulating chest with passion.

Zheng Yun's face was red, and his eyes looked at Pan Jingyun with tenderness, with a hint of desire in his eyes. Pan Jingyun activated his spiritual power, kneaded and pressed Zheng Yun's shoulders, and then slowly slid down to the smooth and soft chest. After the massage, it was completely confused. Both of them were a little out of control. Even the most obvious acupoints Pan Jingyun could no longer accurately locate. I don't know how long after, the two had already become lying on their side, holding each other tightly, while their lips were pressed together. Pan Jingyun put one hand around Zheng Yun's neck, while the other hand reached her chest.

Zheng Yun bent his slender right leg, and his delicate little feet stepped on Pan Jingyun's lower abdomen. His naughty big toe hooked Pan Jingyun's waist, and then slowly pulled it down, pulling Pan Jingyun's big shorts to his calf. Zheng Yun broke free from Pan Jingyun's lips, looked at Pan Jingyun's eyes with fiery eyes, and his teeth were lightly opened, and an extremely seductive voice came out:

"Do you want to have snacks now?"

Pan Jingyun's only hesitation finally collapsed. The idea of ​​not being entangled with mortals had long forgotten all the thoughts. He did not speak, but expressed his attitude with his actions. Pan Jingyun held Zheng Yun with both hands, but just gently pushed him up. His head had reached Zheng Yun's chest and was extremely soft on his face. Pan Jingyun opened his mouth...

Zheng Yun frowned slightly, but a sound was humming in her mouth. Her hands tightly hugged Pan Jingyun's head. Pan Jingyun's reaction below became even stronger, but it was tightly clamped by Zheng Yun's soft skin.

Pan Jingyun finally broke out. He turned over and pressed Zheng Yun under him, raised his head to look at Zheng Yun.

"Are you really willing?" Pan Jingyun felt very hypocritical. When he reached this point, he actually asked such questions.

Zheng Yun's cheeks flushed, nodded without hesitation, and then took the initiative to wrap around Pan Jingyun's waist. Pan Jingyun had no scruples anymore and his body moved forward gently. Zheng Yun suddenly frowned, as if in great pain. As Pan Jingyun continued, unexpectedly, Zheng Yun screamed, and Pan Jingyun stopped immediately.

"What's wrong?" Pan Jingyun asked worriedly.

"It hurts so much, it seems like you are going to tear your body apart."

Pan Jingyun was a little disappointed, but he could not hurt Zheng Yun for his temporary pleasure.

"Then let's not do it. I am a practitioner of Taoism. There may be differences in our bodies, so don't force it." Although Pan Jingyun said that, he was a little puzzled. In theory, people are the same, and there will be no big difference. Why does the model be wrong with Zheng Yun?

"Well, I want to give myself completely to you, but unfortunately I can't do it." Zheng Yun's face was a little sad and disappointed. She wanted to satisfy Pan Jingyun, but that was too painful.

"It's okay, I don't care, I just need to understand your heart."

"Will you feel bad?"

"It's okay, I can stand it."

As soon as Pan Jingyun finished speaking, Zheng Yun's body slowly slid down...

When it was getting dark, the plane finally arrived at Shayang City. Shayang City is a remote city, with endless deserts to the north of the city, and the end of the desert is the edge of the Death Wasteland.

After saying goodbye to Xiao Liu, Pan Jingyun carried Zheng Yun's huge and bulging travel bag in her hand. The travel bag contained compressed food, drinking water and other things specially prepared by Zheng Yun. Zheng Yun was still very prepared for this expedition and considered all aspects. At this time, a high-performance camera was hung around her neck.

Pan Jingyun held Zheng Yun's hand and came to a remote and deserted place. He first put Zheng Yun's travel bag into his bracelet, then sacrificed the flying sword and injected spiritual power. Pan Jingyun hugged Zheng Yun's slender waist, jumped onto the flying sword, and shot towards the desert. Because the flying sword was too fast, Pan Jingyun was worried that Zheng Yun would not be able to bear it, so he released the protective light shield.

Zheng Yun hugged Pan Jingyun's waist and looked at the white clouds that were constantly retreating under her feet and the endless desert below. She felt extremely curious and fresh in her heart.

"Where did you get my bag?" Zheng Yun asked curiously.

Pan Jingyun put the bracelet tattoo down in front of Zheng Yun's eyes and said, "Let it go into the bracelet."

"It's so strange that this small bracelet can put down such a big bag." Zheng Yun widened his eyes, his face full of incredible feelings.

"What's the matter? I'll put you in. This is what we monks do, you won't understand."

Pan Jingyun hugged Zheng Yun tightly and explained lightly.

Zheng Yun didn't say anything. She grabbed Pan Jingyun's hand and looked at his bracelet tattoo carefully.

"Brother, it would be great if I could become a monk and I could be with you." Zheng Yun said with his face against Pan Jingyun's chest.

Pan Jingyun didn't speak. It was almost impossible for him to become a monk without spiritual energy and a cultivator. Even people with spiritual roots were not allowed.

"How about I take you back to our place to test whether you have the chance to become a monk. Although it is very slim, even if you don't have the chance, I can accompany you for a hundred years." Pan Jingyun said again after a long time later.

"Forget it, I've been very satisfied with you for such a while. I can't help you when I go to your place. I'll stay here, take my grandfather as an example, and be a person like or even stronger like my grandfather in the future." Zheng Yun said without hesitation.

Pan Jingyun was silent again. This little girl was really mature. Perhaps she was as the mysterious old man and Huan Xiaoying said that she would really have earth-shaking achievements in the future.
Chapter completed!