396 Chapter 395 of “The Quick-Traveling Girl Is Poised to Knock Down the Male Protagonist”

The unwilling first wife (seventy-eight)

Di Simo fucked Zhou Min more and more violently, and the thrusts made Zhou Min’s whole body feel like he was about to fly up. “Zhou Min, why are you always clamping so tightly and sucking so tightly… I really want to fuck your pussy to bits!” His big hands went around Zhou Min’s chest, holding the bouncing wet breasts and kneading them hard.

“Uh ah… I can’t do it anymore… Prime Minister, Mr. Sir… no… ah ah ah ah!” Zhou Min’s body twitched violently, and he was once again brought to the climax.And the big hands that had been rubbing her breasts naturally followed up with waves of warm milk, then poured it on Zhou Min’s white back, spread it, leaned over and stuck out her tongue, licking from bottom to top.

She clearly felt the tenderness and lingering feeling from the big tongue on her back, but the strong and strong arms around her waist didn’t seem to have any intention of letting her go. When he felt the lips and tongue leave her back, Di Simo grabbed Zhou Min’s waist and said, “Zhou Min, I’m not out yet!” After saying that, he once again straightened his waist and thrust Zhou Min’s wet pussy.

“Ahh…” Zhou Min screamed and moaned, her pussy tightening continuously, and her hands were unable to support her upper body.

Di Simo clamped his hands higher on Zhou Min’s buttocks and stabbed her honey hole vigorously, “Hurry…bite harder…”

“Ah…my husband is dying…ah…please let me go, I’m going to die…ah!” Huge pleasure came over me like a tide, Zhou Min tensed up her delicate body, and Di Simo pounded harder and harder. She felt that he suddenly thrust into the deepest part of her pussy and pressed against Zhou Min’s buttocks. Her slender body trembled heavily, and a steady stream of hot white turbidity shot into her trembling vagina.

“Ah…” Zhou Min reached the climax again, her pussy squirted out a large amount of wetness, she screamed and passed out, and she really didn’t know if Di Simo still didn’t want to let her go.

When Zhou Min woke up, someone had already cleaned her body, but Di Simo was not around. I don’t know why, but her heart was slightly blocked. She stretched out her hand to hold the position of her heart and laughed at herself, “What are you expecting? I hope that when you wake up, he will remember the warmth of the other person’s body and the warmth of the hug just like you?”

Looking up, there is very little white mist here, the mist is lingering, and the white gauze is flying. In addition to the bed, there is an antique bronze dressing mirror, and there is also a bronze tripod that is emitting unknown white smoke.

After moving her body, she felt tired. She got out of bed with weak feet. The white clothes fell to the ground. The bell rang softly. She lowered her head and frowned. Zhou Min discovered that when she fainted from the torment, Di Simo had found a white clothes somewhere and put it on for her.

Looking at this fairy dress as white as snow, Zhou Min couldn’t help but frowned. She obviously didn’t hate the color white, but when she wore this fairy dress like snow-white gauze, she was inexplicably not liked by Zhou Min. She didn’t like the color so pure that she could see everything. She preferred bright red dresses, gorgeous and extravagant, like the blood of Lili but as public as fire.

Without being able to see Di Simo, Zhou Min also felt that she was unable to use her power to change into her clothes again, so she had to endure it for the time being and go look for her first.

Holding on to the wall, Zhou Min staggered out of the room and walked in the empty corridor. He looked at the huge courtyard next to the martial arts field, the familiar and long-lasting memories, and looked at the endless road ahead, which was sparse with clouds and mist. Suddenly, Zhou Min felt melancholy, not knowing if he could reach the end if he kept walking.

In many rooms, the doors were wide open, and there were only futons and bronze tripods for meditating, and nothing else. Walking down, Zhou Min discovered that this was the place where she accidentally came, the temple where she obtained the devil’s skills.

Unknowingly, Zhou Min walked through the long corridor with nine twists and turns and walked to the main hall. The majestic black door opened, and a white jade coffin was placed in the middle of the several hundred square meters room. Following the white jade coffin, he saw a carved profile figure on the black iron desk.

Zhou Min stepped over the door rail at her feet, entered, and walked past the white jade coffin. Her hands slowly slid over the cold touch, which penetrated her heart, as cold as frost. She nodded sideways, as if she could still see her appearance when she woke up from inside.

In that life, she died in the world and woke up here. After she woke up, she lay here. Apart from a trace of her soul, there was only a book of exercises and a brand new red dress that she slept under in the white jade coffin. When Zhou Min looked at this scene, the red dress inside was no longer new and had become scattered and broken. This was Zhou Min’s surprise.

After walking past the coffin, I came to the dark desk and looked up at the statue. Looking at the carefully carved patterns on the statue’s clothes, one can imagine the care and affection of the person who carved it.

Although it was just a side face, and although the man closed his eyes and looked up, Zhou Min’s heart was trembling slightly for some unknown reason.

“Are you awake?” A sudden voice brought Zhou Min back to his senses. He turned his head and saw a person standing behind the statue with his hands behind his back.

The man looked straight at the unclear painting hanging on the wall behind the statue.

“Ms. sir.” Zhou Min called softly.

“Come here.” He said lightly without looking back.

Zhou Min walked around the desk and walked towards Di Simo. As soon as he stood next to him, he heard his question, “Did you see the flowers in the painting you mentioned at the Wantan Banquet here?”

Zhou Min looked over following Di Simo’s words and nodded, “Yes.”

As Zhou Min spoke, she approached the painting and stretched out her hand slowly across each scene and object in the painting. Huge waves had already set off in her heart, because when she was unconscious, the scene in this painting seemed to have appeared in the depths of her memory.

This is a painting that sacrifices itself.

“What are you doing, woman?” Di Simo suddenly asked.

His words made Zhou Min’s heart skip a beat, thinking that Di Simo heard her inner voice.

But when I turned around and looked at his expression, seeing his calm and relaxed expression, I couldn’t help but feel that I was overthinking it.

“I don’t know.”

Zhou Min lowered his head and answered.

“Master once said that there is a secret technique in the ancient gods. You can use your own essence, blood and cultivation to make sacrifices, which can reverse the fate of all things.”

“Do you believe it?”

“I don’t believe it.” Di Simo said calmly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his words, which was an emotion that the former Di Simo did not have.

Zhou Min looked at him without saying anything.Silence accompanies her, and she doesn’t know why Di Simo keeps looking at this painting, and what is in this painting, but they stand here for a long time, so long that they vaguely hear the sounds of many people coming here in a hurry, staying outside, and fighting behind the statue.