Chapter 137: The Demon Lord Always Wants to Brew with Me (35)

The girl's sensitive-sensitive reaction made Yuan Li couldn't help but touch it again.

"You...... Don't move, I'll do it myself. The girl's voice trembled a little, and his heart was full of joy when he heard it.

The surging eyes deepened, like a starless and moonless night, dark and gloomy.

I couldn't help but silently count the days: this little sheep has been raised for more than ten years, and it seems that it is almost ready to eat meat......

The vixen with a string in her brain didn't know what the boy was thinking, she only felt that the places he had touched were slightly cold and itchy, but more of them were crispy and numb.

The young man silently covered her with the quilt, then got up and said, "It's not too early, go to sleep." ”

Vera blinked, "Oh...... Good. ”

After such a small episode, Bai Zhen completely lived a life like a salted fish.

Now not only do I have to eat three meals a day in bed, but I also have to feed her by myself.

It was obviously injured in the back, as if it was crippled along with the hand.

What Bai Zhen needs to take the initiative to do every day is estimated to be only blinking and panting.

Bai Zhen recuperated from her injuries for two or three days, and Yuan Li knew that she liked to eat peaches, and would go up the mountain every day to pick some fresh ones for her.

On this day, Yuan Li went out as usual, Bai Zhen lay on the bed, with a plate full of peaches on the plate at hand, Bai Zhen gnawed slowly, reading the book and looking at it energetically, while waiting for the boy to come home.

And the teenager she was waiting for did go to the peach forest.

But—

But he didn't go specifically to pick peaches.

At this time, the young man was walking unhurriedly, his slender figure lined with a well-cut dark shirt, and his boots were embroidered with gold-edged patterns, and with each step forward, there would be a faint golden light in the sun.

This picture is supposed to be beautiful.

But in front of the young man, there were two people lying on their stomachs.

Their faces and bodies were covered in blood, their hair and clothes were unkempt, and it was hard to tell who it was.

There was a deep wound on their ankle, still bubbling blood.

The tendons were broken, and the desire to survive made them crawl forward with their hands propped up, and several long blood stains on the dark green lawn were particularly glaring.

The sound of the young man stepping on the grass every step was like a horn urging his life, and the sound hit his heart, which only made people feel frightened.

Their fingertips were oozing blood from crawling, but they didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and they just tried to move forward, forward......

Yuan Li followed so carelessly, not seeming to be in a hurry to kill them, but full of amusement with their desperate expressions.

The road has finally come to an end.

Zong Qian Zongkun looked at the cliff below, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

They turned around, their mouths full of blood, and their pronunciation was indistinct, "Yuan...... Yuanli, please, please let us live, we ...... We promise that we will never be in front of you again! I, I swear! ”

Zong Qian knelt on the ground, knocked his head more than a dozen times, and reached out to grab the hem of the young man's clothes, but he was lightly sideways to dodge.

The boy smiled. His handsome face was like a god in the sunlight, his face was peerless, and his dark red eyes and the red mark on his forehead set off his whole shemale to the extreme.

"Let you go? Oh, it's late. ”

He raised his hand, and a black mist condensed from his palm, and he hit Zong Qian's chest down-