Author: xxst
Word count: 7413
[Reminder: This article contains heavy mouthfuls such as golden holy water, because it is a little expensive to eat, forgive me, thank you for your support, Shutong’s second article on the theme of fairy tales]
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In the beginning, Zhao Mo would rather die than follow, so He Yuehua deliberately didn’t use pills to control him, and didn’t even take fasting measures. He beat him half to death, and then directly served him with golden holy water.
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He even wanted to commit suicide at one point, but unfortunately failed. He Yuehua directly fused him with the ground, making it impossible for Zhao Mo to escape forever. However, he didn’t have the determination to commit suicide by biting his tongue, how ridiculous.
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The so-called poor people must have something to hate, and they are talking about people like Zhao Mo.
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“Look at your bastard, is the feces of this goddess really so delicious? So impatient?”
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He Yuehua shook her head in disappointment, as if there was nothing she could do about him, “That’s all, who will make Master soft-hearted, open your mouth wide.”
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Since Zhao Mo is lying flat, there is no need to raise his head. Such a toilet slave is also the most convenient to use.
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Hearing the master’s words, Zhao Mo’s sliver of rationality also disappeared. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the master’s perfect buttocks that slowly squatted down.
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“Hehe, I haven’t had water for a long time. I’m thirsty. The master has prepared this fresh morning holy water for you. Taste it carefully, and don’t let it leak!” He Yuehua smiled dotingly, touched the back of the man’s crotch, and suddenly pulled his hair tightly. The cute pink pussy was pressed against his mouth.
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Immortal cultivators are convenient, and don’t have to worry about slaves being dirty. A clean water spell can solve everything. This is why He Yuehua doesn’t dislike physical contact with lowly toilet slaves.
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Gulu Gulu Gulu!
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The warm, light yellow liquid carried a faint fishy smell, and it poured into Zhao Mo’s gaping mouth like a Yellow River bursting its embankment! Washing his sense of taste, the bitterness of the morning urine, the fishy smell seems to be more delicious than fairy tea at this moment, the male slave enjoys it
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