Old man, you are so old that you are not old!

"Why are you looking at me? I asked for it for my friend." Mr. He, who was flushed, couldn't help but defend himself. "I lost here, can't I ask? Which law in the Qing Kingdom stipulates that people are not allowed to ask questions?"

"Are you so old, can you get hard? Take a break and don't make trouble for yourself." He mocked him mercilessly at the inquiry of his noble father.

"Fuck! I haven't asked you a boy yet. Since I was a child, I have never given you a maid. Where did you learn "One Hundred and Eight Styles in the Room"? Today, why don't you explain it clearly to me? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death as a hungry ghost in the lust!"

That's right, a woman who is only eighteen years old and is proficient in one hundred and eighteen styles. How can she be proficient in so many postures?

He Zhao: ""

It's over, he really can't explain clearly.

The conscience of heaven and earth is definitely a role model for self-discipline in the past life.

Not to mention visiting brothels, I haven't even touched the girl's hands.

"Tell me? Can't I say it?"

He Wangzu is arrogant and arrogant. No matter how good you are, you are not your son.

"Wait a minute, I'll draw one hundred and eight styles for you."

"Okay, you guys talk."

The old man immediately shut up and his aura was reduced immediately.

Day and night travel: ""

Taoist Guangcheng: ""
Chapter completed!