The Demon Lord stood in front of the giant ice, silent, and didn't know what his expression was under the black robe, after a long time, the Demon Lord disappeared, the mountains returned to their original coldness, and huge snowflakes began to fall. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The little oriental tree swims comfortably in the waterhole, washing the dirt accumulated on its body for many days, and for a while it is tired and has a feeling of drowsiness.

At this moment, there was a groan of pain from the carriage, a groan of pain from covering his mouth, a groan of pain that could not be tolerated and could not be controlled.

The little tree in the east woke up, and in an instant burst out of the pool, and ran to the place where the carriage stopped, and the closer it got to the carriage, the clearer the sound of pain and moaning.

Dongfang Xiaoshu thought that there was something wrong with Montenegro, and after opening the car door, he found that it was not Montenegro at all, but Qianmian fell in the carriage, leaning on his body, covering his mouth and moaning in pain, the reason why he covered his mouth seemed to be because he was afraid of startling him.

Dongfang Xiaoshu held Qianmian in his arms, a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Qianmian's whole body was already soaked, his hair was scattered, his face had been distorted because of pain, and when he saw that Dongfang Xiaoshu had realized it, he let go of his mouth and let out a howl of pain, and his body was even more spasmodic in pain.

"What can I do to make your pain a little lesser, you are talking?" Dongfang Xiaoshu hugged Qianmian and asked eagerly.

There was no echo in the pain, his hands grabbed his back as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, opened his mouth and unceremoniously bit the shoulder of Dongfang Xiaoshu, like a person who was against the water at the moment before he died, he struggled desperately, and then there was no sound.

Dongfang Xiaoshu quietly hugged Qianmian who had fainted, motionless.

But there were huge waves in his heart, even if he was not a saint, he was infinitely close to the realm of a saint, what could make a thousand faces suffer such a painful torment?

Playing with the saint like an ant, Dongfang Xiaoshu felt cold for a while, and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

A chilly feeling followed, and Dongfang Xiaoshu suddenly realized that he was actually undressed.

Qianmian was soaking wet, her clothes were all attached to her body, and she hugged him with her curves, and Dongfang Xiaoshu could even feel the sound of her faint heartbeat, as well as the fullness and size of her chest.

Dongfang Xiaoshu is a person, not a wood, and was just about to put down Qianmian, but Qianmian opened his eyes and woke up.

The black flames and blue flames in the eyes were flourishing, and finally suppressed all the clusters of red flames in the center, and devoured them little by little, and finally the red flames disappeared, and the eyes of a thousand faces also returned to their original clarity.

"I'm going to get dressed!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu looked at Qianmian's eyes and said suddenly.

Looking at the back of the small oriental tree that was not covered in an inch, countless rune-like red marks were hesitantly drawn on its back.

When I remembered that I was struggling and biting him like a life-saving straw, a flush swelled up on my pale pretty face, and although my words were ambiguous before, it was just my own curiosity and boredom.

Maybe you really need to find a shoulder to lean on, but do you have a choice, can you choose? His eyes darkened with clarity.

The small tree of the East soaked in the waterhole, so that the flame burning in the abdomen was extinguished as soon as possible, and at the same time, the Heavenly Witch Robe was soaked in the water so that the dust on it could be washed away.

Maps, hedrons, old brushes, scrolls, and the real dragon lance were scattered all over the place, and the real dragon lance trembled visibly, and then returned to its original state, as it had always been.

Putting on the wet Heavenly Witch robe, the little tree in the East ignored the things placed on the ground, and the Force was transported, and the distance from the waterhole to the carriage was less than a hundred steps, and the Heavenly Witch Robe was already extremely dry.

"Is it the Demon Lord, or someone else?"

Dongfang Xiaoshu did not enter the carriage, but chose to sit on a stone not far from the carriage and asked.

"Others!" Senmian replied tiredly.

"More powerful than the Demon Lord?" Dongfang Xiaoshu continued to ask without giving up.

"It should be!" Senmian hesitated for a moment and replied.

"It seems that there are not many people in the world who are more powerful than the Demon Lord, is it heaven?" Dongfang Xiaoshu continued to ask suspiciously.

"It's just a little trick to torture people, don't worry, I can't die, I'm not alive and well! If you want to get rid of the fate of the chess pieces, of course, you have to pay a certain price! ”

Qianmian said lightly, regaining his previous composure and calmness.

"I'm timid and greedy for money, but I'm not stupid, and I can tell who is really good to me or who is hypocritical."

"After getting along with each other these days, I found a feeling of home, if you don't feel wronged, follow me in the future, although I don't have your lofty ambitions, but"

Dongfang Xiaoshu didn't finish speaking, so he had to interrupt and jump into the carriage.

Dongfang Xiaoshu only heard a painful snort in the carriage, and thought that Qianmian was tortured again, so he rushed over eagerly. I didn't know that it was a thousand faces struggling to stand up in the carriage, and accidentally involved the injuries in the soul.

Like a little girl, Thousand Faces opened her mouth and screamed, and at the same time she wanted to squat down with her hands on her chest, because she suddenly came into contact with Dongfang Xiaoshu's gaze, Thousand Faces had a feeling of not wearing clothes.

On the contrary, Dongfang Xiaoshu said with an unusually clean look: "What is it called, I don't know if the more you call me, the more excited I will be, be careful to push you down now!" ”

Dongfang Xiaoshu stretched out his hands, unceremoniously hugged Qianmian, and walked towards the waterhole. Qianmian didn't struggle, but hid her face deep on Dongfang Xiaoshu's chest like a little girl, her body trembling and silent.

That night, Dongfang Xiaoshu did not knock down a thousand faces, they just hugged each other and confided in each other, there were laughter, tears, heart-to-heart perception, and a legend.

Dongfang Xiaoshu hugged Qianmian in his arms hard, proving with his actions that he would not let go, even if she was deep in the cage, he would do his best to break the cage, definitely.

A thousand faces are not only a pawn of a big man in the sky, but also a forbidden part of that big man.

The moon is high and the sky is full of stars.

Thousand Faces was still asleep, still unaware of the pain of the fire burning his soul.

Kissing her forehead, Dongfang Xiaoshu pulled out his arm, took off the Heavenly Witch robe and covered it on top of Qianmian's body, and walked towards the waterhole.

Dongfang Xiaoshu put the map and his old brush into his arms again, still inserted the scroll in his waist, and with some disgust, he inserted the real dragon spear into the waterhole, and returned to the vicinity of the thousand faces with the spar.

Because Qianmian at this time is particularly weak, if Skynet and Heavenly Punishment appear, the consequences will be unimaginable. Besides, there was also a black mountain on the carriage that had been in a state of cultivation, and Dongfang Xiaoshu suddenly felt so heavy on his shoulders.