Chapter Eighty-Eight: This Thing Is Really Evil

Zhan Wushuang was unconscious, and everyone's affection was not high, Xie Ling'er stayed in the room to meditate and practice every day, except for changing dressings for Zhang Xun and Zhan Wushuang to heal their injuries. Bai Zhiyong guarded the last words every day, hugged her to see Zhan Wushuang, gave medicine to her wounds, and worked when the meridian disease occurred.

Three days passed, and tomorrow morning they arrived in Jiujiang County.

Xie Ling'er had nothing to do this night, and remembered that the brocade scroll hadn't been heard yet, so she couldn't help but take it out and look at it, which made her heart flutter, but she had no way to vent, she tossed and turned on the bed, and couldn't sleep.

Early the next morning, Xie Ling'er went to look for the last words, but Bai Zhiyong was also there, so it was not easy to take out the things, but when she saw the two flirting and scolding, she was even more unhappy in her heart, and she couldn't wait to go back to the Northern Ghost Mansion as soon as possible to see Xuanyuan Nuo.

At noon, Bai Zhiyong finished healing her wounds, and when she saw that she was still looking at herself, she couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at me for, are you still uncomfortable?" The last voice smiled: "You are too good-looking, don't you allow me to look at it?" ”

Bai Zhiyong glanced at her: "Poor mouth, what do you want to eat at noon?" The last voice raised his eyebrows: "You! ”

Bai Zhiyong's face flushed, turned around and left, Xie Ling'er took the opportunity to sneak in, closed the door, and turned around: "Third sister, you have made me miserable." ”

Seeing that her face was not good, her heart tightened: "Sister, are you sick, why are you so haggard?" Xie Linger shook her head and nodded: "I have lovesickness." ”

The last voice smiled slightly, and deliberately asked, "Will there be a dead person?" Xie Ling'er took out the brocade scroll from the sleeve cage and handed it to the last voice: "Yes!" ”

The last voice looked at the brocade scroll, only felt that his face was red and his heart was beating, and he didn't dare to pick it up, Xie Ling'er urged: "This thing tortures the dead, if you don't want it, I'll throw it away." ”

The last voice hurriedly shouted, "Don't." Tremblingly, he took it and said, "I vaguely know that there are some unsightly things inside, but what is it?" Xie Linger said: "See for yourself." ”

The last voice was opened with his head buried in his head, glanced at it lightly, and immediately closed it in shame: "This is too ......" Xie Ling'er saw that her neck was red, and said with a smile: "I handed over the things to you, whether you look at it or not." ”

Seeing that she was leaving, Yuyin immediately shouted, "Sister, are you leaving?" Xie Linger turned around: "I'm not leaving...... Shall I stay with you? ”

The last voice immediately shook his head: "I comprehend it myself, I comprehend it myself." ”

Xie Ling'er couldn't help laughing: "You will have a thousand spells, and your comprehension will definitely be more than mine." She had one foot out the door, and suddenly turned around: "There is one thing you don't have, but you can replace it with your hand." ”

The sound is unknown, nodded stunned, saw that she closed the door, then opened it again, but just glanced at it, and immediately closed it, only to feel very ashamed, but couldn't help but be curious, opened it again, looked at it twice and closed it again.

After repeating the cycle, I finally finished reading it, my face was as red as fire, and my dirty pants were wet and sticky, and I said in my heart: "This thing is really harmful, and it must not be seen by Yong'er." So he hid the scroll in a mattress.

After she had hidden the brocade scroll, she lay down on the bed and thought about it, and then she heard the sound of the door opening, and she immediately sat up and cried out, "Yong'er, are you back?" ”

Bai Zhiyong walked in with a bowl of white porridge, and when she saw that her face and neck were redder than cinnabar, she was shocked, and asked urgently, "What's the matter, my stomach is burning again?" ”

The last voice said: "Yong'er, you close the door first." Bai Zhiyong put down the white porridge, closed the door, turned around and looked, only to feel that the last sound's eyes were full of longing, and his heart was strange, and he said secretly: "Fang is okay, why is he emotionally emotional as soon as he turns his back?" ”

Seeing that she couldn't come, she was in a hurry, and jumped out of bed, but her external injuries did not heal, and she fell to the ground as soon as she put the bed, Bai Zhiyong was startled, and immediately flew to catch her, and the two of them rolled on the ground to stabilize their figures.

The last sound was lying on Bai Zhiyong's body, not caring about the pain in her body, she only felt that her whole body was hot, her heart was beating faster, and she couldn't wait to kiss Bai Zhiyong's lips, Bai Zhiyong trembled slightly, wanting to push her away, but she was afraid of breaking her wounds, so she had no choice but to let her come.

The tongue of the last sound turned over Bai Zhiyong's teeth and slid into her mouth, constantly teasing, stimulating Bai Zhiyong's trance, and involuntarily began to respond, the two tongues were entwined and chased, prompting the two to stick tighter.

The two people seemed to have fallen into a thick cloud and mist, as if only by rubbing each other and penetrating each other's body temperature could they find their way and feel safe, and the last voice couldn't help but pick up Bai Zhiyong's clothes, although Bai Zhiyong's body had a strong impulse, but his reason had not yet collapsed, and he grabbed the hand of the last sound with his backhand.

Yuyin struggled a few times, her tongue slowly retreated, and she lingered on Bai Zhiyong's lips for a long time before moving to her ear and whispering, "Yong'er, don't you want to?" ”

Bai Zhiyong's snow-white skin was already pink, and he forcibly suppressed the desire of his body: "This is not good. The last voice was hot and unbearable, and he didn't listen to her at all, and bit and licked Bai Zhiyong's earlobe, making Bai Zhiyong's body tremble slightly.

Bai Zhiyong only felt that there was a small flame burning in her heart, she longed for the last sound to continue to possess, longing for this fire to burn a little more, but she was afraid that the wound of the last sound would burst.

Bai Zhiyong pinched his thigh fiercely, sobered himself up, and softly recited the Pure Heart Fu Mantra, but the last sound action did not stop because of this, the kiss was like rain, delicate and urgent, attacking Bai Zhiyong's skin.

The body was entangled at some point, and the kiss of the last voice seemed to be more magical than before, and every time she slipped through, Bai Zhiyong's reason weakened a little, making her lose her armor and be confused, and she didn't know when it had changed from chanting a spell to humming softly.