Black Spiritual Power! A flash of jealousy flashed in Yin Ziyuan's eyes.

Sang Moyu seems to be a casual attack, and the lethality is not great, but it is actually ruthless, although it is not fatal, but if he is hit, he will lie down for a month.

Sensing that the attack speed was too fast, and his own cultivation could not resist it, Yin Ziyuan gritted his teeth with hatred, and immediately urged his spiritual power to crush the guardian jade pendant on his chest.

The white spiritual power shroud was about to envelop his whole body.

Thorn, sting, stinging-black and white spiritual power collided and rubbed countless small silver snakes.

"Yin Ziyuan, are you going to shrink into this turtle shell all the time?"

Sang Moyu's eyebrows raised slightly, and he smiled provocatively, in Yin Ziyuan's murderous sight that was almost burning, he deliberately got a little closer to Youyu Lingshuang, and saw Yin Ziyuan's blood-filled eyes again.

The red light flashed in the narrow phoenix eyes.

Hmph, this woman in his arms is his, whoever robs him will die, if it weren't for the sake of the same clan's bloodline, he would have killed this guy who was haunting them like a maggot attached to the bones.

However, this is also the last warning, and he will not show mercy when we meet in the future.

Youyu Lingshuang didn't move, she thought she was a spectator, pursed her moist lips, looked at Yin Ziyuan with a cold expression, and there was a strong killing intent in the depths of her eyes, and she couldn't hide it.

In fact, Yu Yu Lingshuang subconsciously did not resist Sang Moyu's approach, plus she didn't care much about the defense of men and women at all, and she was completely a blank slate on the way to the relationship, so until now she didn't notice how ambiguous the atmosphere between her and Sang Moyu was at this moment.

Sang Moyu is quite happy to see this situation, the white paper is more convenient for him to render, and he wants Youyu Lingshuang to belong to him completely.

Thinking like this, Sang Moyu turned his head sideways, his deep and aggressive gaze locked tightly on Youyu Lingshuang, and the arm that hugged her slender waist couldn't help but close for a few points.

Youyu Ling Cream is worthy of being the darling of the Creator, whether it is the front face or the side face, it is so beautiful that everything is lost, the skin is as clear as jade, delicate and not a trace of pores can be seen with the naked eye, under the willow eyebrows is a pair of cold and snowy eyes, two rows of thick eyelashes like small brushes flutter up and down from time to time, making his heart itch like a cat's paw scratching.

As soon as the eye wanders, it glows with a watery sheen that invites people to taste.

What's worse is that the bewildering fragrance emanating from her body keeps drilling into his nostrils, as if it is an invisible invitation, the soft fragrance is warm and jade, and it is still when she is awake and does not resist at all, and the distance is so intimate.

For a while, Sang Moyu's gaze suddenly deepened, his Adam's apple rolled several times in a row, and the unspeakable impulse somewhere in his body intensified, but fortunately, his clothes were enough to cover up, which avoided the appearance of an embarrassing situation.

Suddenly, a rush hit, and Yu Yu Lingshuang's beautiful eyes turned, and just happened to crash straight into Sang Moyu's eyes full of fanaticism.

Sang Moyu didn't expect Youyu Lingshuang to suddenly look at him at this time, taking in all the emotions that he had never easily revealed in front of her in the past.

Plop plop - at this moment the two hearts beat violently.

Seeing Sang Moyu leaning over, that handsome face was infinitely magnified, getting closer and closer to herself, but she forgot to react at this moment.

As if tempted, a trace of indescribable feelings suddenly appeared in the depths of his heart.

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt a pain in her chest, as if someone had smashed her heart with a giant hammer, which made her whole body sober up.

The tangled look flickered, and she quickly turned her head, so that the kiss fell like a feather on the side of her face, and she was separated by a touch.

Although it was a pity, Sang Moyu was still very happy, because he knew that if Youyu Lingshuang was unwilling, then she was fully capable of breaking free, but she didn't, so she said Yin, she didn't have no feelings for him.

"How long are you going to hold it?" Yu Yu Lingshuang's eyes changed for a while, and then he raised his head slightly and said coldly.

Then without waiting for Sang Moyu to react, he pushed Sang Moyu away with one palm, took a few steps back suddenly, turned around and stopped looking at him.

"Sang Moyu!" Yin Ziyuan, who had been trapped in the protective cover and ignored for a long time, shouted, jealousy burned in his blood-mist-filled eyes, and the demon's face was hideous.

Sang Moyu! Sang Moyu! Why does he always have to grab things from him, but he's just a half-breed, why is he!

Status, father's favor, the admiration of the clansmen, and the woman in front of him. These should all belong to him!