"Hmm. Repair is decreasing. ”

Qing Ruo's originally somewhat misty eyes widened instantly, and the crystal light revealed a hazy sea blue under the dim light of the main hall.

Qingruo wanted to step away and talk to him.

The back of her head was firmly clasped by the big palm, and Lin Zhao closed her eyes, and her eyelashes swept diagonally from the skin under her eyes, causing a layer of itchy and numb crisp around her eyes.

His lips were caught, and his tongue curled up with a layer of coldness, which burned hot and violent.

The movement was very gentle, and the palm she pinched gently pulled out, covering her wide eyes, and then hugged her waist.

Hot, hot, hot.

The breath of the two swirled from between their lips and teeth, and the white mist turned into a fine dew that stained the tips of their noses.

Lin Zhao clasped her body, layer by layer invading and pouring in, the tongue gently and slowly but irresistibly attacking.

Qingruo has been holding her breath, and the breath he swallowed unconsciously was crossed by him, and the breath that belonged to him was cold and with the cold fragrance of grass and trees, and entered her lungs for a circle, as if inspecting her own territory, and then turned out of her nose with satisfaction.

She sighed delicately, and Lin Zhao felt a white light pass through her mind, and her movements paused for a breath.

The previous gentleness seemed to have turned into an illusion, his movements were domineering and brutal, the arms behind her waist were tense, and the wide sleeves highlighted the lines of the muscles behind the taut muscles on the arms.

Qingruo was picked up by his whole person in the air, and exclaimed that he swallowed it all, and did not give her any more tenderness, surging like a beast.

Qingruo couldn't breathe, and his body was almost sweating and collapsed in his arms and was hugged.

A surging and brutal demonic aura surged around Lin Zhao's body, fangs had already burst out and pierced her delicate lips, and the sweet smell of blood between the two of them had already caused his silver hair to fly behind him, and the sharp corners of his ears had also emerged. At this moment, she was almost torn apart.

Qingruo put her arms around his neck with her backhand and patted him on the back, again and again, gently and comfortingly.

The aura in the dantian was so pressed by the rich demonic qi around that it almost burst out.

It's uncomfortable, it's extremely uncomfortable for the body.

But where his fangs pierced his lips, and where his tongue swirled into his mouth, the tingling pleasure was boiling in the blood and surging throughout his body.

The body is torn at two extremes.

Qingruo didn't know when the clapping hands behind him stopped, and he didn't know when he fainted.

When she regained consciousness, she was lying in Linzhao's arms.

Not in the main hall, the surroundings were very dark, and I moved my body consciously in a daze.

The body holding her stiffened, and her arms began to tense.

He's nervous.

Qingruo inhaled lightly, swallowed his saliva and stretched out his tongue to lick his lips, there was no pain, no wound touch, the place where his fangs were pierced was already healed.

She closed her eyes and breathed twice to stabilize the airflow of her body, and was held in her arms by Lin Zhao, and turned over in his arms.

His breath is very recognizable, there is no bloody and brutal feeling that demons often have, but more of a cold fragrance of plants, very light and clear, but it brings out a unique smell of men.

The little face rubbed his clothes, Qingruo spoke, and his voice was still a little sandy, "Linzhao." ”

"Hmm." Answering the call.

In the dark, his bloody eyes were like demonic beasts hunting at night.

Looking down at her, half of his face was hidden between his clothes, his hair was scattered, his long hair was draped and fell, half in the air with his arms in the air, half around her ears and falling on her body.

With a sigh of relief, he moved his arm and motioned to her his position, "Awake?" ”

Qingruo didn't ask him what was going on before.

His demonic qi oppressed her so much that she lost consciousness directly, and now that she was awake, her body was in a very bad state, she reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, nodded slightly, and lay in his arms, opened her eyes and looked around.

She needs to recuperate now, and try not to use the true qi in her body as much as possible.

It was pitch black all around.

raised his head, met his blood-like eyes, blinked his eyes, and his voice was a little sad, "Has your cultivation been lowered again?" ”

The higher the cultivation, the fewer the characteristics of the demon race, and only when the demonic qi in his body gushes out will some of the characteristics of the demon be restored.

Without waiting for Lin Zhao to answer, Qingruo straightened up slightly, raised his hand and touched his head, sure enough, there were two pointed ears, and the temperature was very cold. After touching her, he withdrew his hand, and his cold little hand went directly to his armpit to find warmth.

The action couldn't be more natural.

Lin Zhao hummed softly and sat on the ground casually with her in his arms.

This place was a cave, a cave he had found a long time ago.

Originally, I just wanted to stay here alone for a while, but I didn't expect to bring one with me.

The night is the world of the demons, so his eyesight in the dark will be better than in the day, and he didn't think of anything to prepare lighting.

One hand hugged her, and the other hand took out his Qiankun bag, rummaged in it for a while, and took out a huge night pearl.

The surroundings lit up instantly.

The place was so shabby that there was nothing, and now he sat on the ground leaning against the wall and holding her, holding a pearl of the night in his hand.

Throwing the Night Pearl to the ground, Lin Zhao turned his hand and pinched the soft flesh on her waist, "We're going to stay here for a while." ”

The touch of the night pearl is hard, and sure enough, it still feels good on her skin.

Qingruo's spirit was not very good, so he answered in his arms, pulling the hem of his clothes in a somewhat half-conscious state.

Lin Zhao lowered his head and brushed the hair from her cheeks, and held her hand holding the hem of his clothes, "If you feel uncomfortable, you will rest again, I am here." ”

"Okay." Gently and tiredly answered, leaned his head against his arms and closed his eyes.

When she was summoned to quench her body again, Qing Ruo had almost recovered, there were countless healing pills in her Qiankun bag, this place was dark, I didn't know the time and didn't know the day and night, Qing Ruo could only make a rough calculation.

There are all kinds of things around her, and there are night pearls of different sizes in the corners and corners, and she has put a lot of thought into them to make them look chic.

A large and quaint bed, neither of them needed to sleep, but her excuse was that she was not feeling well, so she needed a bed.

After all, without a bed, how can it feel like home.

Tables, chairs, benches, and even some cabinets with spirit fruits, spars, and some unique decorations were placed.

Lin Zhao said that she didn't know about cultivation if she was fine, but there was really not much position on this, and his pleasure could almost be felt from the breath around him without looking at his eyes.

He quenched himself again and sat down on the bed.

Qingruo had seen him quench his body three times, and this was the first time he meditated cross-legged.

After about two or three hours, the clothes on his body were already wet and dripping, and his silver hair hung down on the bed, and sweat stuck his hair into a ball.

The pointed ears are curled in an arc.

The face is almost white to transparent.

There was still his blood mixed on the bed.

Because it was a meditative position, he slashed at both of his knees, and now the white bones could be seen directly in a blur of flesh and blood.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

Qingruo sat opposite him in the corner of the bed, without making a sound or disturbing, looking at him with his eyes open.

A scar appeared on Lin Zhao's perfectly delicate sculptural face, the knife was so deep that the flesh was tumbling, and now it had turned black, like several black centipedes crawling on his face, and a scar on the top of his head, deeper, longer, almost splitting his skull.

Lin Zhao opened his eyes, and at the first glance, what he saw was Qingruo who was looking at him quietly on the other side.

At the second sight, she cried, tears streaming down like water. But there was no sound, and the movement moved gently to his side.

She had all kinds of medicines in her hands, fed them to his mouth, and sprinkled them on his knees, tightly and methodically, without hurry.

But her hands were shaking so much.

Tears poured into his knees along with the true qi of her healing.

It's hot, it hurts.

Lin Zhao smiled.

Qingruo was still treating him with one hand, and wiped a handful of tears with one hand, fiercely, "You are still laughing, don't laugh!" ”

"Okay." But he just couldn't stop laughing.

Is she going to hit him?

Yes, Qingruo stretched out his hand to hit him, looking at the heavy wind in his palm, but it fell on his shoulder, fluttering like a coquette, except for the hot sweat in her palm, he didn't feel anything.

Lin Zhao stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, Qing Ruozheng lowered his head to treat his knee, and was straightened by him, and the medicine jar in his hand spread out and smashed on the bed, rolling out of the bed. His hands were full of his own flesh and blood, and with such a pull and bump, the two of them were stained with blood everywhere.

"Oh, what are you doing, let go quickly, treat first!"

She didn't dare to struggle, her screaming voice mixed with the hoarse voice after crying, like a cat with its tail stepped on.

"Don't let go." Lin Zhao couldn't stop laughing.

still moved his bloody knees at will, dragged the person into his arms, and bowed his head to kiss her.

Her eyes were wide and dark.

It is easy for a calling to see itself from within.

Himself, with ugly scars on his face, pointed ears, and red eyes.

Demons.

This is what the Demon Clan's Calling was originally like.

Those good-looking appearances are just a cover for later cultivation and improvement.

Summon's head stopped in mid-air.

Qingruo put her arms around his neck and straightened her back against his lips.

He also had a scar on his lips, a tongue licked, a rugged feeling.

Tears slid down and hit the lips of the two of them.

Qingruo sat up and turned to continue to work on his knee.

Lin Zhao raised his hand and touched the scar on his lips, which was wet.

Stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Salty.

Qingruo turned his back to him and treated his knees.

This time he was really detained deep to the bone, and there was blood everywhere on the bed. She's not much better.

A pair of bloodied hands came from behind her and wrapped around her waist.

Lin Zhao's head rested against her back, turning left and right.

The voice was very soft and soft, "Qingruo, it's okay to be lighter, I hurt so much." ”

"Okay."

**

If it is clear, it is lighter,

Your tears fall down.

I hurt so much.

- [Black Box]