Chapter 462 As we all know, Douluo cannot be without a secret room

Chapter 462 As we all know, Douluo cannot be without a secret room...

"Xiang, Xiangsi Heartbroken Red..."

Wang Zhao looked up and saw the magical red and white flowers floating around him and Bibi Dong. For a moment, he felt dry in his mouth and his mood was complicated.

Surprise, excitement, excitement, and increasingly hot and strong love...

Finally, they all condensed into one sentence:

"Sister Dong'er, Dong'er, I love you!"

Bibi Dong looked up faintly and met his burning gaze, her eyes turned into autumn water ripples.

"Wang Zhao, my little Zhao, I love you too!"

"Well..."

The next moment, the man and woman were deeply in love and kissed each other fiercely.

Wang Zhao's actions were very domineering, and Bibi Dong, who was older, was unusually immature.

Suddenly, Bibi Dong pushed Wang Zhao.

Wang Zhao slightly withdrew his head, pulling out a crystal water thread that fell from the air.

Bibi Dong's face was rosy and her breathing was a little rapid. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Zhao's face was strange with a hint of surprise, and he whispered: "Sister Dong'er, you..."

Bibi Dong blinked, her eyes were gentle.

"It's the first kiss."

Wang Zhao didn't say anything more, but tightened his arms around Bibi Dong's slender waist, and couldn't help lowering his head again, biting the delicious and tempting red lips.

Who knew that Bibi Dong pressed her fingers against him.

Wang Zhao looked puzzled, and Bibi Dong's eyes looking at him gradually became dangerous and meaningful.

"But why are you... so skilled?"

Wang Zhao swallowed his saliva and pursed his lips without saying anything.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong took the initiative to ask with a shrewd look as if she had everything under control:

"I know, it's Xiaodie, right?"

"You and her have been inseparable for more than ten years, and I have seen your relationship a long time ago. I...I don't object, but I want to ask you how far you have gone with her? Is there that?"

Wang Zhao paused and shook his head with a strange look on his face.

As for that step, it is indeed not there yet...

Bibi Dong laughed again.

"So, I am still ahead of Xiaodie? Hehe."

"In the end, I am still the first~"

As she said, she took off the jade finger that was against Wang Zhao's lips and took the initiative to continue kissing him.

Wang Zhao blinked, and the figures of Ling Yuan and Liu Erlong appeared in his mind... emmm, Ling Yuan is a bad woman, cough, Q; her relationship with Liu Erlong is not as good as Bibi Dong, Sister Die is one step away, and some of the others are still in the ambiguous period. If Bibi Dong and him "settled" today, then it is not wrong to say that Bibi Dong is "the first".

He stopped thinking about it and focused on the beauty in front of him.

The two of them came from the hall unknowingly to the stairs, the Pope's chair, the wall, the golden pillars in the hall, the palace door... leaving traces everywhere in the Pope's Hall that symbolizes authority, and the two finally fell back on the Pope's chair.

Bibi Dong was confused, but she still retained the last bit of rationality. She patted Wang Zhao gently.

"Well, let's not do it here."

Wang Zhao looked at Bibi Dong and the Pope's Chair under her. Although he felt a burst of excitement, he still nodded slightly and picked her up.

For the first time, it is indeed not appropriate to do it this way. It is a pity that it is not scheduled for the future wedding. It is still necessary to be formal.

As for the Pope's Chair, a "feng shui treasure land"...

Let's talk about it later!

There are plenty of opportunities in the future!

"Go to your bedroom?"

Wang Zhao asked.

Bibi Dong lay in his arms a little weakly. After thinking for a while, she pointed to a place.

"Where is it?"

Wang Zhao was a little confused, but he still walked towards the direction of Bibi Dong's finger, a wall next to the Pope's Chair.

Bibi Dong stretched out her hand and pressed a few times on the wall. Not long after, a sound of mechanism operation sounded, and the wall opened, revealing a secret passage.

Wang Zhao's face suddenly became strange.

The Pope's Palace... thought to himself...

Could it be a secret room inside?

If so, where did this secret room come from?

With the situation in this world, Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji should have no reason to open it.

Could it be inherited from their ancestors...

Although Wang Zhao was puzzled, he did not ask, but just walked in with Bibi Dong in his arms.

At the same time, the secret door closed automatically.

After the light went from dark to bright, a secret room gradually appeared in Wang Zhao's sight, fully furnished, with everything.

For example, a bright big bed!

Wang Zhao put Bibi Dong on it, and quickly pressed on it.

Clothes fell. Like butterflies flying, beautiful and moving.

Falling petals, colorful, strange fragrance.

The thin branches and fruits, delicate and beautiful, incomparable.

Suddenly, a melodious moan mixed with pain and joy sounded here.

Red objects dripped.

It symbolizes the birth of another woman in the world.

The shadow swayed non-stop...

In the middle of the night, Wang Zhao hugged Bibi Dong, who rolled her eyes and fainted, and disappeared into the secret room.

In a flash, they appeared in the familiar house and entered Bibi Dong's room.

The two lay on the bed, hugging each other.

"Well, don't you want to rest yet...?"

Bibi Dong opened her beautiful eyes in a daze and saw the ceiling shaking constantly.

Wang Zhao responded with action.

As if she suddenly remembered something, she covered her mouth with her hand, gasped for a while, and finally pinched Wang Zhao with all her strength.

"Ling Yuan! Ling Yuan seems to come to live with us today, you quickly use your soul power to soundproof..."

Wang Zhao paused slightly, and then looked at the door with a strange expression.

I was so absorbed in the moment that I didn't notice that the bad woman came to the door at some point. She was...

Fuck!

This bitch!

"What's wrong? Did Ling Yuan notice our movements?"

Bibi Dong asked in panic and shyness.

Although she didn't care whether her intimate relationship with Wang Zhao was exposed or not, it would be so embarrassing if her best friend heard that she was doing bad things!

Thinking of this, she was about to release her mental power to detect the situation of the entire house...

Suddenly, a fierce rush interrupted the spell!

"Ah~!!!"

Wang Zhao glared at the door fiercely, and then without giving Bibi Dong a chance to wake up, he took her through Journey to the West.

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In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone through the window.

After the extreme joy, the passion turned into tranquility, but the love became more intense.

The two people on the bed hugged each other tightly. Wang Zhao looked at Bibi Dong, who was satisfied and charming, with a warm and long smile on his face.

"Dong'er..."

He called softly, wanting to say a lot of things, but didn't know where to start.

"Well..."

Bibi Dong hummed softly and opened her beautiful eyes. Looking at the handsome face close at hand, a trace of shyness, anger, and deep love flashed in her eyes.

"Xiao Zhao, promise me that you will never leave me."

After a moment, she said affectionately.

"Of course."

Wang Zhao hugged her tightly.

"We will be together forever. When you and I become gods and everything is settled, I will hold the most grand wedding in the world. At that time, you will marry me, okay?"

"Well!"

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