Song Jing lowered his eyes to her and took her into his arms.

He hugged it so tightly that Fu Wan was almost suffocated, "Ah Jing, let go of ......"

The other party's body stiffened and hugged him tighter. He was draped in a dark and empty cloak, and at this time he wrapped Fu Wan in the placket of his coat, revealing only the girl's slender neck and the head that was close to him.

"I ...... Breathless...... "Fu Wan didn't have any strength at all, every inch of her body hurt, if it weren't for Song Jing holding her, she wouldn't even have the strength to stand up."

Song Jing hesitated for a moment, the girl's eyebrows frowned slightly, because she wanted to breathe, her chest rose and fell more frequently, and her breathing was heavier.

He hesitated for a moment, Fu Wan felt that the feeling of suffocation was not so strong, and after taking a few breaths, she quietly collapsed on Song Jing.

The girl was obedient like a cat, and her body exuded a faint cold fragrance, like a dill clinging to him. Song Jing buried his head in her long black hair, his blood seemed to be boiling, he snorted lightly, carefully put Fu Wan on the ground, and he leaned over.

Fu Wan's aura had already been exhausted by Gui Yi Zhong, and at this time, all around her were demonic qi and resentment, so her body had never recovered at all.

She was placed on the ground like a rag doll, and she didn't even have the strength to move her fingertips.

Song Jing leaned over, and her long black hair fell on the side of her face, making the girl's face white and holy, like a person made of ice and snow. He stretched out his hand, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and leaned over to kiss Fu Wan's forehead.

"Master, don't leave me."

Fu Wan was stunned for a moment, he spread out his hand, and a pitch-black silk thread grew from his fingertips and wrapped around Fu Wan's wrist.

By the time she came to her senses, the black thread was tied around one end of her wrist and the other end of his.

Fu Wan hesitated to move his wrist, and the silk thread was tied tighter. Song Jing took her hand, lay down on her side, and took her into his arms. Fu Wan silently shouted in his heart, "Why do I think something is wrong......

System: "Yes, just wait for you to die and extinguish the last trace of conscience in Song Jing's heart." ”

Fu Wan's back was cold, and he subconsciously trembled.

Song Jing realized that Fu Wan trembled, and his dark eyes stared at her quietly, "Shizun is afraid of me?" ”

"Don't be afraid."

Her low mood fell into Song Jing's eyes. Song Jing's eyes were filled with a thick black mist, and he raised his hand to pull the belt of Fu Wan's side, and he kissed the girl's chin sideways.

"Master, don't like Xie Yu." He whispered in her ear.

Fu Wan said: "I don't like ......"

He raised his hand against Fu Wan's lips, and his eyes showed a painful struggle, "Master, don't say it......"

Fu Wan remembered that in the early romance novels, one of the male and female protagonists said that I didn't listen, and the other would definitely be dumb and not speak, so a misunderstanding followed a misunderstanding, tortured each other, and abused for the sake of abuse.

From the heart to the body, he was tortured everywhere, and the cruelty was comparable to the superposition of various tortures in ancient times.

She couldn't help but shiver, raised her hand to hold Song Jing's wrist, kissed the young man's wrinkled forehead sideways, leaned to his ear, and said word by word: "Song Jing, the person I like Song Wu is you." ”

The young man's dark eyes lit up with a glimmer of light, looking at the girl in front of him with a focused expression.

Immediately, the little light in his eyes went out again.

"It's demonic again."

Fu Wang: ......

She was a little angry, and reluctantly used her spiritual power to summon Qingshuang.

A buzzing sound appeared, and Fu Wan spurted out a mouthful of blood! Her shoulders trembled, and Song Jing hurriedly reached out to support her, but she pushed her away.

Fu Wan leaned against the wall and barely stood up. The snow-white clothes were full of blood, but a face was still as white as the moon, but there was blood on the lips, with a touch of bright color.

She curled the corners of her bloody lips, her gaze cold.

Before Song Jing could understand what she was going to do, the frost and cold light flickered, and the sword qi swept away a few strands of black hair hanging in front of him, and the cold sword blade was attached to his neck.

Song Jing lowered his eyes and looked at the familiar Qingshuang, Song Wu had used Qingshuang to take him with the sword, and he had also used Qingshuang to teach him sword moves, and he had used Qingshuang several times to protect him desperately.

He thought that the clear frost of the master would never be on his neck.

In the end, he transgressed.

He's a filthy and evil demon god...... How could she......

Fu Wan's eyes were firm, and he looked at him with a small chin raised, "Song Jing, can you see clearly, is I your inner demon now?" ”

Shizun didn't like him, and he despised Shizun...... At this time, the one holding the sword on his neck was naturally the real master, and he lowered his scarlet eyes, "Naturally, it is...... Really Master. ”

Fu Wan nodded and raised his voice, "Qingshuang can't be faked, I am indeed your master." She is so good, the hand of the sword is already a little shaky, because there is really no strength in the body, Fu Wan plans to fight quickly, "Listen, what I Song Wu likes, is you Song Jing!" ”

The frost fell to the ground with a clatter.

Song Jing looked at Qingshuang on the ground and was stunned for a while, and then looked at Fu Wan, who leaned against the wall and barely slipped directly.

Song Jing slowly stretched out his hand and hugged Fu Wan.

Fu Wan was held by him, and the voice of resentment around him gradually became smaller, Fu Wan was very tired, and finally put his heart down at this time, and fell asleep after a while.

He saw that the girl was really asleep, and then he raised his hand, and countless black silk threads grew from his fingertips, and the silk threads tied the girl's wrists, fingertips, ankles, waist, and neck...... Gently and cautiously bound the girl's whole body.

It was like hiding her in a cocoon that could only be opened by him.

Hide.

When Fu Wan woke up, he seemed to feel that something on his body had suddenly disappeared.

But she looked and there was nothing around. She was lying on Song Jing's robe, and Song Jing sat motionless, his eyes falling on her. He noticed Fu Wan looking at him and moved his wrist, and Fu Wan saw that the black silk thread was still tied to the wrists of the two of them.

Du Lin didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know what was going on in the Qiuhua Gate, so these monks were so arrogant.

She thought for a moment and asked Song Jing, "Do you know how your uncle is?" ”

Song Jing was silent for a moment before he said slowly: "I was attacked by the people of Chishamen, and now I am trapped in Xuanji Mountain. ”

"What about the disciples?" Fu Wan had a bad premonition in his heart.

"I don't know."

The demon god has been born, and the fortunes of the world have changed. Now, the fortune of the Demon Dao has begun to prosper, and the demons who have been expelled from the human world have returned. Once there is a mistake in the mountain protection array of Qiuhua Gate, and Song Wu and Du Lin are not there, the situation will inevitably get out of control.

This body belongs to Song Wu, and she should be responsible for Song Wu.

"Ah Jing, I want to go back to the Qiuhua faction."

The young man's face was stained with gloom, and his cold white face was half hidden in the shadows, "Master, you said you liked me." ”

Fu Wan was stunned, "I said it, but ......"

Countless pitch-black silk threads grew under the young man's wide sleeves, surging towards Fu Wan's body, and in an instant, half of her body was firmly tied.

"Master, if you like me, don't leave me......" His voice was full of suppressed pain and struggle.