It was a long, slender young man, whose hair was full of green silk, splashed down like ink, intertwined with the wide sleeves of his robe as white as the moon, and came with the wind, hunting and hunting.

He didn't seem to pay any attention to everything around him, but only glanced at the deep eyes that looked like paint, glanced forward nonchalantly, and then withdrew his gaze and came straight away.

"Give him to me." He stopped in front of the woman, his thin, beautifully shaped lips lightly opened, and his voice was as cold as water.

Hongyu gritted her teeth and looked at the person in front of her with gloomy eyebrows.

But in a few months, the young man seemed to have changed as a person, although he still looked like that, but there was an irrepressible demonic style jumping out between his eyebrows.

The eyes are like autumn water, and like a huge wave rolling, a raised eyebrow, a squint, it makes people linger and frightened.

This is a trait that belongs only to powerful fox demons.

Not only that, but the coercion that permeated Meng Heng's body was completely different from the past!

She could feel a powerful aura in him that she had never felt before.

It is somewhat similar to Xuan Yulang, but it is a little different.

Although it was slightly inferior to the trembling pure yin aura from Xuan Yulang, it was mixed with an aura that made people admire.

It was as hot and warm as the scorching sun.

Even a fox with such a cultivation as her couldn't resist it.

Ruby's face was so gloomy that she could squeeze out water.

In just a few months, what happened to the other party?! She had never seen a cultivation effect that could transform her face and advance thousands of miles every day!

Meng Heng saw that the woman didn't answer, but he was not in a hurry, but laughed leisurely, like the sun brushing through the leaves, making the hearts of those who looked at him itch.

"I repeat, give him to me." When the words fell, he lazily put away his smile, only cast his deep sea-like gaze lightly, and glanced at the woman.

The clouds are rolling, the coercion is no longer converging, and it is overwhelming.

With just one glance, she couldn't resist, like being struck by lightning.

Her fingers slowly loosened the shackles on the youth.

Meng Heng glanced at her approvingly, reached out to take the young man, put it on his shoulder, and turned around to leave.

The surrounding demons struggled to surround at this time.

Although they were also shocked and pained by the powerful momentum exuded by the young man, they did not dare to let the two go at this time.

Meng Heng chuckled lightly, his gaze sweeping over the group of monsters.

"You are ordered by the red jade, and you are obedient to the nature of the demon, and you are also helpless. Therefore, I have no intention of embarrassing you, but I only ask you to see the situation clearly, follow the trend, and don't follow the red jade to do evil again. ”

His tone was calm and gentle, and he used half of his spiritual power to spit out this sentence word by word, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, shocking people's hearts.

The demons only felt a shock in their hearts, and they couldn't help but look in a trance, and when they came back to their senses, there was no young man in front of them.

But I don't know when a group of guards with knives suddenly came, and without saying a word, they used the swarthy black iron to lock everyone firmly.

Although it was not difficult for the demon to hide his body and escape from the predicament, the young man's words before leaving seemed to have taken root in his heart, and they echoed in his mind for a long time, and he could not disperse them, so that they could not afford the slightest thought of resisting, so they let the guards tie themselves up and be escorted and driven over.

Only the red jade disappeared silently, and it seemed that she was struggling to escape.

The guards searched around for a while without success, and saw that it was getting late, and it was really not suitable to stay for a long time, so they had to give up, but fortunately they had the handle of the other party in their hands, so they listened to the order of His Royal Highness the Third Prince who was dressed in civilian clothes, and Li Qing and they packed up their men and horses and returned to Beijing.

However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was rescued by Dr. Meng, was quite relieved to ignore it.

For them, this was unexpected, but it was more reassuring than originally planned.

Over there, Meng Heng carried his spiritual power and half-hugged and half-helped Xiao Yu all the way west, not hard, so he was not anxious, and only walked slowly on the vast wasteland, as if he was going with the beautiful sunset.

The stars in the east are gradually rising, the twilight is four, and the evening breeze is blowing.

Xiao Yu looked straight at Meng Heng's side face hidden in the sunset, with soft and moving lines, and the surprise and ecstasy in his eyes gradually precipitated, and then brewed into a deep look that could not be dissolved.

Meng Heng chuckled lightly and said, "Why, if you haven't seen me for a few months, you won't recognize me?" ”

"Or do you dare not recognize me when you see me?" He glanced at the young man with a smile, and his voice was soft, like this cool breeze, and it was just like that.

Xiao Yu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he kept silent, and only after a while did his throat move slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "Heng'er, how did you find this place?" ”

And then, suddenly appeared in front of me?

The second half of the sentence was swallowed back by him, and it pressed into his heart along with the search for the past few months.

Meng Heng raised his eyebrows, the smile on his lips was not reduced, but he didn't look at the young man, and only said lightly: "I was just passing by here, and I happened to see your guards wandering around in this vast wasteland, so I came here with them on a whim." ”

After a slight pause, he said, "I didn't expect to meet you." ”

He said this carelessly, full of loopholes, but Xiao Yu didn't have the heart to ask at this time, he only felt that all the joy and sorrow overflowing from the bottom of his heart were about to overwhelm him.

His eyes stared at the boy without blinking, and he seemed to be tireless.

"It's fine if you're okay." All kinds of complex emotions and questions and worries were piled up in his heart, and he couldn't ask questions in his chest, but after a long time, he sighed softly.

Meng Heng couldn't help but sneer: "Do you still have the kung fu to care about me?" Don't look at what you've become. ”

He stretched out a finger between the neck of the man on his shoulder, contemplating slightly, feeling the strength of the breath flowing between his pulses.

But he frowned.

This person is already too weak, and his vitality has been sucked up by the demons, and he is afraid that if he is one step too late, he will ......

His eyes couldn't help but be cloudy. But he gently put the young man in one place, and he took out a dagger that he carried with him, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal a jade-white arm.

Where the dagger swung, he saw a bloody streak on the white wrist.

The young man exclaimed, wanting to stop it but could not do anything, so he had to watch the young man move.

Meng Heng smiled at him disappreciatively, raised his arm and took a few mouthfuls of the bubbling blood, but he didn't swallow it, only held it in his mouth, sat cross-legged on the ground, recalling his usual cultivation experience in his heart, and slowly suppressed the closed yin qi mixed with the blood, and then returned to his abdomen, leaving only the pure and warm Yuanyang qi.

This is probably the biggest gain he has gained in Yumian Mountain in the past two months.

Try to control the two breaths that are entwined back and forth in the blood, so that they can help each other and use them for your own use.

Although he has not yet refined to the point of perfection, he can still do it if he can quench a mouthful of blood to make up for a little Yuanyang for others.

Only he could do that. Whether it was Hongyu or the many fox demons in Yumian Mountain who were eyeing him, they could only sigh at their own blood.

Hateful but ridiculous.

I didn't expect him to live another life, and the fact that the blood in this body would become a treasure is more or less mysterious.

He retracted his thoughts, leaned over to the pale and weak young man's lips, and muffled himself with a mouthful of blood, "Open your mouth." ”

The slurred voice was slightly hoarse, different from the usual Qingyue voice, but it was even more shocking.

Touched by the warm snort that was close at hand, the young man's expression was a little stunned.

Meng Heng's moist and gloomy eyes were raised, and he smiled evilly: "Don't dare to drink my blood? ”

Xiao Yu didn't answer, but his eyes couldn't help but stop on the young man's blood-stained lips.

The red is dazzling and bewitching.

He felt a slight dryness in his throat, and his cheeks seemed to be burned by something, and the heat made him panic.

But the boy let out a low chuckle, and then his jaw was clamped, and a pair of warm and soft, fishy-sweet lips suddenly covered him.

A thin stream of hot liquid slowly crossed over, and the young man seemed to be too slow, so he stretched out his tongue and pressed against the tip of his tongue.

The last trace of consciousness completely fell, Xiao Yu only felt a bang in his brain, and the whole person was hot as if he was placed on boiling water, with a kind of trembling that was both confused and anxious, and groggy.

Breathing uncontrollably became short, Xiao Yu couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the back of the boy's head, the strength gradually sank, and the boy was tightly locked, and the tongue that was entangled with the boy also turned into an attack, obsessively and carefully kissing and pecking inch by inch.

It's like treating a lost treasure.

It was only at this moment that he finally had the real feeling that some teenagers had returned to him, not the phantom in the dream, nor the vague figure buried in the memory, but the real, intact Heng'er.

A trace of sourness welled up from the tip of his nose, and bitter and joyful tears snaked down the corners of the young man's lightly closed eyes, flowing between the lips and teeth of the two.

Meng Heng was slightly stunned for a moment, and when his thoughts turned, he only felt that his heart was soft, and he couldn't help but raise his arm lightly and hugged the young man tightly, closed his eyelids slightly, and indulged in the lips and tongues that the two of them were clinging to each other. 166 Reading Network