Is it possible to feel deep with her?

Xuan Zhongshi didn't want to die, but he wasn't a coward who made compromises.

He had an idea, and he decided.

"Let's see if you're her."

He was sweating finely.

The whole person became more and more helpless, and his body was forced to go to the jaw sky that was completely asleep.

This feeling is really mysterious.

When approaching the girl, Gen Zhongshi was comfortable, and he narrowed his eyes.

Indeed, what was a little surprising was his body.

In the tendons, there was an easy extra stream of heat, hot and spicy, bursting out in the heart.

The recovery of his muscles and veins is becoming more and more bizarre.

With a shake of the body, the qi of heaven and earth became a flock of sheep driven by that force, and for a while, the scene changed sharply from the chaotic scene.

Leaning up obediently.

The eight veins of the Strange Meridian of the Xuan Middle Ages were almost directly broken.

The qi of heaven and earth, is it a blessing or a curse?

He questioned, he was surprised, jaw heaven ...... Girl, is it really useful? She's still not a scrap anymore?

"Help me - it hurts."

Jaws Tian "coquettish", in the end, her voice is not so soft, and the shock brought to the girl by the tragic killing is very great.

She hardly knew what the mood of the Xuan Middle World was.

After falling asleep, the girl's sleeping posture was peaceful and sweet, leaning against the wall casually.

Xuan Zhongshi's body trembled because of the unique aura of the jaw heaven, and the qi of heaven and earth was easily dredged by the way, although it seemed to be so dangerous.

In full swing, the strength of a girl?

"I was saved by her?"

The Xuanzhong world has always been cold like a fairy, but today, he is still "guarding himself like jade", but because of the breath on his body, he has caused a mess in the Xuanzhong world wearing Xuan's clothes.

He hasn't been saved by a woman throughout the ages, has he? Except for his mother.

"I and the Xuan family, we should cut off the relationship."

He thought, he hated, and these psychology was so complicated, the closer he got to the girl, the stronger the smell of blood on the tip of his nose!

"Blood--"

Bowing her head, the girl's face fell into the eyes of the Xuan Middle Ages and was captured by the young man.

She didn't panic at all, she slept here, and she was still safe and steady, her legs curled up, black hair like a waterfall, shiny.

Her hair is very good-looking, like water satin.

There is no washing and dyeing, and there is no trace of artificial carving.

She is quiet, and she is more like a blasphemous evil person!

What did he ask for?

The girl blushed, it was very likely that she was tired a lot--as for Xuan Zhongshi, he didn't take him seriously, he only felt a mixture of joy and sorrow in his heart, and he still didn't dare to doubt the girl's identity.

He carefully studied such eyebrows, breathed carefully, and closed his eyes.

A small place, vigorous and ambiguous.

She ended up aiming at the wall and sat on the floor, leaning at a twisted angle, but her shoulders resting against the wall.

And in this case, it is to pursue her by herself, and her back is face to face with him, isn't this a romantic scene?

"Bloodstains."

Xuan Zhongshi's eyes were cold, he hurriedly moved over, feeling that the smell of blood was getting more and more tangy, and subconsciously wanted to find something to resist, but after all, he returned in vain.

However, the girl's body is slender and weak.

She wore a cloak, her hair was sloppy, and her hair was woven into a fine and dense feeling, and her troubles were condensed on it.

All the earthly world will be seen through.

Xuan Zhongshi didn't know how he retreated, how he remembered the girl's face deeply.

That day, he gave her Baoyu, and her face was slightly inferior to now.

He still suspected it was a dream.

"Blood, ah, it's all coming out - cough cough, why are you bleeding? You're not sick! ”

Xuan Zhongshi wanted to sigh, but he didn't know that he sighed like this.

His hand held her hand, and the meaning of reassurance, so that the jaw Tian's constricted brow quickly relaxed calmly.

Her eyebrows are of moderate thickness, and her whole person reveals youth.

But this prison disaster has shattered her ambition.

Her shallow smile is even more appropriate.

Xuan Zhongshi stared at the girl's eyebrows for a long time, shook his head, nodded, and repeated many times.

His eyes were a little confused, and he was so confused that he wanted to complain about the coldness of fate, but the girl let him wander his heart.

"It's her."

"It's not her."

The feeling of "呲呲", accompanied by the curling of something, the girl's coat that was already half wet, but a few pieces of blood had been exposed.

Before Xuan Zhongshi thought about it, the whole person had already pounced on Jaw Tian.

Blood poured over the city, bleeding wounds.

It turns out that her bitterness and paleness are because she is really helpless.

Her blood, impregnated with madness, spreads directly to the cloak - is this a mystery? It's not that she has been loved by Xiao Kite, but what is she doing in prison!

"Tell me, where are you from?"

His voice was sharp and abrupt, full of force.

"The Middle Ages...... place. ”

The soft and waxy voice, her voice, is relaxed, if it is a little harder, it will become the temperament of the jaw.

But after all, she was tired, so why bother.

"Huh?"

The rhetorical question of the Xuan Middle Ages is becoming more and more intriguing.

This heart is tired, why does she not leave herself?

The good-looking young man was soaked with a smile in his eyebrows, and at first glance there was unforgettable tenderness.

"Her clothes, it's nothing."

He comforted himself, always feeling that the girl was a little pitiful.

When did she start wandering?

Now, no matter how much it hurts, she is relaxed, and she laughs at life.

Naturally, he is very open-minded.

On the girl's back, the blood spots have increased, and where the depression has fallen, the blood has been drilled out first.

Quickly blends into a circle of light that is crimson, exclusive to blood.

Xuan Zhongshi looked at it, his eyes flickering.

His body was reserved, his fingertips trembling, and his heart was afraid of him through the jaw.

"Let me come, the others, I'm not at ease."

This is also a must, he is here, the girl is injured, isn't there only one "laborer" in the Xuan Middle World?

His hand paused, and immediately it was already aimed at the girl's clothes.

"It's okay, it's okay."

She was messily dressed in the white clothes, and in an instant, she destroyed that beauty to the point that there was not a penny left.

She didn't button it.

But knowing this, Xuan Zhongshi's body once again poured out a happy "sigh".

"Well, that's good, that's good."

The sound was generated, and his hand groped for it, and pressed it to her shoulder, but the movements of the Xuan Zhongshi were gentle and delicate.

His hand was sliding along with the cloth, the girl's blood, he didn't dare to look at it, he avoided it a little.

Escape the blood.

The miserable and miserable blood, her body, a sticky, he touched it, and then he felt, isn't this her back?

"Ah, presumptuous, presumptuous!"