"Didisson, what the hell is going on?" Joya said dryly.

He suddenly felt a headache, as if everyone understood, but he was a fool who didn't know what to do. Thinking back to the knife-like eyes before the demon left, his whole person was not good! Headache, stomach ache...... The whole body is not screaming for pain.

"When the time comes, the Demon Lord will naturally tell you the truth. Otherwise, the more you ask, the more miserable you will die. Didison said incomprehensibly, nodding to Wolf Bo and turning to lead everyone out of the backyard, at this time, he didn't dare to disturb the two people in the slimy.

Seeing this, Qiao Ya knew that he couldn't ask anything more, so he wilted, and followed behind with his head loose.

The wolf frowned, staring at the direction in which Jiang Qing and the two had left.

"Don't worry, she's measured." Wolf Bo said, raised his hand and patted the wolf's head a few times, and his smooth and deep voice was firm, which was very convincing. Qiao Ya was on the side, looking up at Wolf Bo and the others from time to time, the corners of her mouth twitched more and more, girl, aren't these people all the guards of the art workshop? What's the matter, I haven't seen it for a long time, and it's changed in an instant?

Originally, Joya was very confident in the control of the art workshop. Now that I turn my head and look at him, I really want to stick my eyes in my eyes, and even the idea of self-judgment rises. Finally, there was a long sigh, lamenting that it was not our weakness but that the enemy was too strong. After some self-pity and self-pity, Joya instantly resurrected on the spot.

Jiang Yao snickered, and her eyes rolled blindly as she stared at Qiao Ya. I don't know what the hell they were thinking, but Diddison didn't seem to intend to remind Joya, they were all watching a show.

At this time, everyone was chatting......

At this moment, Jiang Qing was lying on the devil's shoulder, and her stomach was grinding from the devil's shoulder bone. It took too much energy to dance, and at this moment, even if she wanted to struggle, she felt quite powerless, so she had to hold her breath, hoping that the time would pass quickly.

The demon strode forward, but felt that Jiang Qing was a little too quiet.

The anxiety in his heart was even worse, and suddenly, as if he noticed a sudden change in his expression, he hugged Jiang Qing horizontally to his chest, and was surprised to see Jiang Qingxiu's face stained with pale beads of sweat, and said in a low voice: "It's uncomfortable, why don't you know how to speak?" Although it was a reprimand, it was difficult to express self-blame and distress between the words, raising his hand, he carefully wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of Jiang Qing's forehead, and his deep pupils were full of warmth and tenderness.

After seven years, I have the opportunity to embrace the beautiful woman in my arms again.

There are thousands of thoughts, and I can't tell whether I am moved or cherished in my heart. The violent feelings, in an instant, were like bursting the embankment and flooding down, and the hasty pace was full of indescribable weakness and obscurity. Half an hour's journey was shortened to ten minutes by the demons.

"Bump!" The door was violently kicked open, and then violently shut.

In the empty house, the surrounding furnishings are cold and hard, but all of them show grace and luxury.

Without waiting for Jiang Qing to look at it twice, with the sound of 'bumping' the ground, the person was pressed against the wall by the devil, and the bodies that were close to each other did not show any gaps. The demon raised his hand, holding Jiang Qing's cheeks with both hands, his dark and obscure eyes locked on her, a glance for ten thousand years, more than two thousand **** nights in seven years, he didn't think about staring at her like this, close to each other, no need to embellish too many words, just hugging each other and sleeping on all fours! With this thirst, he fought hard and unwillingly, and took a bite in the midst of the forces in northern Chongqing, violently took Morocco, and subdued the group of outlaws......

This qiē is just trying to seek a peaceful world for Jiang Qing.

Great?

No, he just wanted to cling to what little peace and happiness he had left. In the Beast God Continent, the strong are like clouds, if he wants to keep the roots of the tribe and his lover, he must have a strength that can be used, and the law of the jungle can only survive if the strong can survive. Therefore, he waited for her silently for seven years.

It's obviously close at hand, but it's close at hand.

"You...... Are you okay? Jiang Qing said lightly.

Hoarse, gruff.

With deep depression, the thick and squinting eyelashes unconsciously brought out hot tears, crystal clear, sliding across the palms of the cheeks and submerging the demons, warm, but like a sharp knife into the mouth of the devil's heart, silent for a long time, as if forgetting how to speak.

"Wolf Mo, are you okay?" Jiang Qing spoke again and said hoarsely.

The resentment and hatred that roared in his chest disappeared without a trace the moment he met this man. How can you forget his pale face without a trace of blood when he was on the ship? How could she forget that Dr. Thyssen did not allow her to come close to him, and the bright red blood burned people's hearts. What kind of life has this person experienced in the past few years?

I don't dare to think about it, and I don't want to think about it.

hate, just blame him for being ruthless. Why do you carry a qiē on your shoulders alone?

Seven years, sharpening the edges and corners of the past.

hand, slightly raised and stroked this strange and pale face, the hatred and resentment in his eyes were gradually suppressed by pity, and he complained: "Do you really want to face me with this face?" Why do you avoid me for seven years? Seven years, more than 2,000 **** nights and nights...... How can you be so ruthless? ”

"I'm sorry!" Wolf Mo muttered. Raising his hand, he took off the mask on his face, and after detoxification, he removed the modification on his face, but in order to avoid something, he put on the mask again. Discarded the mask, revealing the handsome face that belonged to the wolf ink, whiter, perhaps because he hadn't seen the light of day in the past few years.

She stroked those eyes, with mixed feelings, why didn't she recognize this person in the first place?

"Is the poison cured?" Jiang Qing asked.

A thousand words, but at this moment they are speechless.

"Fool!" Wolf Mo said in a warm voice, did not answer Jiang Qing's question, and pressed the person against the wall and between him.

Lean over and bow your head.

Grabbed Jiang Qing's lips roughly, bit vigorously, and used all his strength to suck the red lips that he never forgot, and the sweet, familiar fragrance flowed between his lips. Smelling the memory that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, slowly, Wolf Mo softened his strength, squeezed his right leg into Jiang Qing's legs, his lips and tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, and hooked the soft lilac tongue to dance with it, affectionate and charming.

"Hmm!" Jiang Qing was slightly stunned, stunned.

The wolf ink hooked around her little tongue, a little nibble, a little invading.

Lingering and compassionate, sometimes like a storm, sometimes docile like Jiangnan Minor. Don't let go of any gap in her mouth, the sweet liquid, with the pull between the lips and teeth of the two, it is difficult to separate.

Outside, there was still the last light left between heaven and earth.

The night breeze swept through the leaves and whispered, as if telling the sound of lovers in love. When passing through the window, the mischievous brought up the corners of the clothes that the two of them hung down.

It's slightly cool, but it's unexpectedly scorching.

"I miss you so much, I miss you so much......"

Moaning, murmuring.

The silk is lingering, and the low-alcohol voice is as pleasant as silk bamboo, one sound, one sound, endlessly.

It was like ubiquitous air, eroding Jiang Qing's limbs and bones from all directions. Tears rolled across her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, turning passive into active, and at this moment she was willing to sink.