His strong aggression gnawed at her lips, with an indomitable momentum, with a taste of loss and sadness.

Ruan Ling's eyes lit up brightly, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The body gives birth to a strange and obscure feeling.

Her back was pressed against the hard wall, and her whole body was hot as if it were on fire.

Until his kiss landed on her neck.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and in the afterglow, she seemed to see two figures, one white and one black, floating by.

"That's ......," she cried out as she slapped the boy's chest hard, "Pei Shu! There's someone out there! ”

When she touched the young man's eyes, she couldn't help but be stunned.

His eyes were red, and his cheeks were an unusual red.

"Pei Shu, what's wrong with you?" She lifted her hand and touched his cheek.

Piping hot.

"Are you sick?"

No, she quickly denied it.

Thinking of the two figures floating by just now, Ruan Ling frowned.

His symptoms were very similar to the things she used to deal with the fragrance of flowers.

Could it be that Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu came to retaliate?

She thought about it and pinched Pei Shu's cheek, "Pei Shu, if you do this again, I will ignore you again!" ”

Pei Shu clasped her shoulder, and it hurt a little.

The red in his eyes faded slightly.

Taking advantage of the moment when he let go of her slightly, Ruan Ling touched the clay pot with the little daisies on the offering table with his backhand, and splashed the water inside on his face.

The clay pot is filled with clean water, and devotees come every day to change the water and flowers.

Not a drop of water was left and splashed on Pei Shu's face and head.

Drops of water ran down his jet-black hair and angular cheeks.

He looked at her in amazement.

"Sober?" Ruan Ling was still holding the clay pot in one hand, and his eyes were staring at him clearly.

If he went crazy again, she would smash the clay pot on his head.

The black and white impermanence hiding in the shadows outside, saw this scene, and shuddered in unison.

Xie Bi'an burst into tears: "It's over, it's over...... He was tricked...... I'm going to die, I'm going to die......"

Fan Wusu still looked cold, but the flesh on his face kept trembling.

But he is used to playing the role of Gao Leng, and no matter how scared he is in his heart, he can't reveal it.

At least not too obviously.

"Don't, don't be afraid!" He forced himself to compose, his voice trembled, "Didn't you check it, he's just a mortal now, and he doesn't know anything." ”

"But, what if it ......" Xie Bi'an swallowed his saliva fiercely and whispered cautiously, "What if he knows about it later?" ”

"It's a big deal, it's a big deal to be cleaned up by him. I am also a person who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, and I am not afraid of my soul being scattered. Fan Wusu looked strong.

"Are you sure that Lord Sirlock will make you so happy?"

"......" Fan Wuxuan thought for a while, took out a short sword from his waist, and handed it to him solemnly, "You kill me first, remember to do it quickly." ”

Xie Bi'an burst into tears again.

Fan Wu said: "Or, take the opportunity to kill that little land." No one told him about it after that. ”

"Good idea."

So the two ghosts, one black and one white, continued to squat at the gate of the Land Temple, preparing to find time to kill Ruan Ling.

Land in the temple.

Although Pei Shu's body was still hot, his eyes had gradually cleared.

He withdrew his hand and saw that the lips of the little girl in front of him were red, with a little broken skin on the lips and a little ambiguous red marks on the neck.

Was it what he just left behind?