She was at a loss, but he was already straightened up, flipped over, reversed his body, and overturned. At that time, the tide of battle changed dramatically.

Unexpectedly, turning victory into defeat and being embraced into her arms was actually very comfortable, as if it was her dream.

Not only that, but this feeling is so familiar, it seems like a thousand times, innate; It seems like a thousand times, life and death promise; It seems like thousands of years, and it will remain unchanged for eternity.

Looking at "Flying Dragon in the Sky" again, it is even more skillful in kissing, carnival in kissing, and calm in love.

She couldn't help but be frightened, and asked awe-inspiringly: "In the past, when I was in my sleep, was I often ...... by you like this?" ”

He stared at her starlight eyes, his veins were deep, and his face warmed Biba Mountain Shushui: "Not only in the past, not only now, but also for a lifetime, forever and ever." ”

She was extremely sad and happy, unbelievable, unbearable.

In an instant, the two of them did their best to fight to the death. One struggles desperately, the other tries to confine; One is surging with blood, the other is boiling; One grudge surging, one love rampant. Until sweating profusely, until exhaustion.

Under his serious injury, the bitten shoulder and the seriously injured chest were red. Even so, he actually held on, and he had no intention of letting go.

She was already furious, and she couldn't wait to take this opportunity to slap him away and send him back to the west, but because of Ah Long's thoughts, she swallowed a bad breath and took the lead in stopping the attack.

Such a kind of bullying arouses hatred in the heart. At a glance, he saw that his chest and shoulders were all bloody, and when he thought of his perverted infatuation, he couldn't help but feel pity: "What is the situation in the world?" Let him treat life and death as nothing? How true is his old love? How deep is his vendetta? So that you go mad and even hold grudges? After all, he seems to be a hero, but in fact he is just a tendon, so why should I be serious with him? ”

Thinking like this, the monstrous anger disappeared. Although he was forced under him, he had a detached face, and his smile was light: "A seven-foot man, I don't know the true red face, it's pitiful." ”

He was in pain to the bone marrow, but when he saw her smiling, he was fascinated: "Her smile, although it is hypocritical, is flattering to my bones." It's a pity, I don't know what kind of trajectory her little brain is? I want to chase after the wind, but I can't reach it. Thinking about it like this, it's even more obsessive and interesting.

As soon as she returned to her true colors, her face was full of high wind and brightness, and her heart was full of magnanimity, staring at him covered in blood, and said with a smile: "This pattern is very much like a blood-colored mandala, and it is extremely tempting." ”

He found it even more interesting: "Blood Mandala, why haven't I heard of it?" ”

She patiently explained: "This flower is rare and exquisite, the flower shape is noble and charming, the flower posture is beautiful and enchanting, and the color of the flower rises and falls. Gorgeous, magnificent and fragrant, symbolizing brilliance. Bewildered, eerie and desolate, it symbolizes despair. What's even more fascinating is that the body is highly poisonous. It makes you endlessly fantastical, endlessly confused, and can be called the love flower of the world and the love of the world. ”

He smiled slightly when he heard this: "What a love flower in the world, love in the world." It's just that the husband is only shallow in learning, and the concubine has been talking for a long time, but she still doesn't know what happened. ”

She smiled lightly and disagreed: "I don't understand this, so naturally I am not worthy of being my husband." Life must be full of joy, don't make the years empty and lament. Why should Long Dada be obsessed with a black-hearted flower that kills people and does not pay for their lives? ”

He laughed when he heard this: "Well said. Life must be full of joy, don't make Qinghe empty and resentful. Your husband and I are a little lotus who kills people and does not pay for their lives, and it is difficult to let go of them and never forget them. ”

He secretly changed the subject, and she scoffed: "Lotus is cold, the flower of absolute coldness, the flower of love, the flower of despair, the flower of death." Compared to the mandala, it is even better. ”

He looked at her starry eyes and laughed again: "Qinghe, you love to think wildly, and you like to talk about it." I love the lotus more than you, and I have to tell the truth. Do you know: the lotus is green and loves a lifetime. The Lotus Pavilion is loved by a lifetime. Lotus soup soup, for the other neon clothes. The lotus is cool and cool, and the stars are warm. ”

Qinghe smiled: "I have won awards." What you said is the lotus of Nanyu, not the lotus of Xishu. Have you ever heard: "Orange born in Huainan is orange, born in Huaibei is orange"? So what? The water and soil are also different. The lotus of Nanyu is good, but if it enters Shu, it will decline, and if it is close to the dragon, it will be defeated. ”

The more she talked, the more proud she became, completely forgetting her original intention, and simply belittled herself: "The so-called lotus of Xishu is clearly clear: the lotus is green and green, and he has been working all his life." The Lotus Pavilion is ruthless. Lotus soup soup, soul broken. The lotus is cool, only left? J panic. ”

Before the words were finished, I only felt that Ah Long on his body, his breathing was getting heavier and heavier, the rosin was getting stronger and stronger, and his arms were healing? Pouring the doom? Scales? Sculetazine Sang? Knocking on the Kan Huan Dream has been changed to rely on the pure Ci Luyi? Fortune? Jun? p

As he spoke, his heart touched hers, and his lips were imprinted on hers.

For some reason, the moment his lips came up, she suddenly burst into infinite joy. I couldn't breathe, I felt trembling all over, like a stupid cat that couldn't swim, suffocating in fear and about to drown.

Her heart was beating wildly, like a raging war drum on the battlefield, roaring. Her blood was boiling, like a wild horse on the grassland, galloping and galloping.

She was kissed several times and kissed for centuries in her stupidity. That's it, she actually let it go, happy and happy, and was deeply fascinated.

suddenly woke up, was furious, and tried his best to turn over: "He is obsessed with pothos, covets the flute, and is obsessed with mantuo, I don't care about this, he dares to be a prop for me?" My prop is even more indisputable. How can it be so cooperative, so tacit? ”

Thinking like this, his anger soared and he was furious. struggled several times, but couldn't get what he wanted. Raising a pair of star eyes, he looked at the "flying dragon in the sky" with hatred.

But seeing that his shoulders and chest were soaked and blood was red all over, he felt terrified: "He was seriously injured, completely lost his mind, and it was even more difficult to deal with." After all, it's his bad fate, and his sadomasochism has nothing to do with me, so why should I be infected by him? ”

The bottom of his heart was uneasy, staring at the blood red on his chest, and smiled indifferently: "Congratulations on achieving the right result and finally getting the blood-colored mandala." It is said that every mandala is inhabited by an elf, and they love one thing the most, and that is human blood. Human blood is passionate, human blood is deadly, and they can't stop. To achieve their goals, they do everything possible to keep you addicted. In order to please it, you will be willing to give regardless of life or death. It's just that no matter how much you give, it doesn't appreciate it and will only take your life. ”

The tirade is not finished, and the "chameleon" has long been overjoyed: "The concubine is surrounded by clouds and mountains, and the husband is confused." After hearing this, it suddenly dawned on me: the concubine was jealous with Mantuo. ”

When she heard this, she smiled, a pair of starry eyes, and he couldn't open his eyes: "I've never heard such a joke when I'm so big." Will I be bored to the point of jealousy? Am I so ignorant that I am jealous? Even if you are jealous, you should do whatever you want, at least you have to be evenly matched. ”

He was shocked when he heard this: "How do you do what you want and be evenly matched?" ”

Although she can't let go of her freedom, at least she has to laugh openly: "Jealous of you General Long?" Jealous with her Mantuo princess? Too self-defeating, too self-deprecating. How can I have that high vinegar order? How can I be so vinegary? How can I be so jealous? Purely overestimate my vinegar products, look down on my vinegar grid, and exalt my vinegar merchants. ”

When he heard this, he let out a long sigh, sadness came from it, and his face was gloomy: "Qinghe, my husband is looking forward to meeting again day and night, but you say that you listen to this with your husband?" ”

She scoffed and kept going: "Pretend, continue." In addition to opening and closing his mouth to call himself "husband", what else will he do except open his mouth and close his mouth to call "concubine"? Are you the "husband"? "Little Concubine" is your name? Are you worthy? ”

His heart ached, and he laughed miserably: "Okay, happy." no longer concealed his sincerity, and finally exposed his true nature, and before he got married, he abused his husband. ”

She regarded death as her home, fearless: "What other femme fatales say? Just say. What else is there to do? Just do. My ears are invulnerable. My eyes are not afraid of beasts. ”

Hearing this, he nodded again and again, Yun Kaiyue and Yun, who was smiling on his face, were shocked by the blood: "You little thing, you are really ruthless." Self-evaluation, not false at all. The charge is cool and thin. Is it not just cold? It's really cold-blooded, cold-faced, and cold-hearted. ”