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Wrapped in blood and flowing out, it was all the tyrannical devouring that was about to burst Ye Lingyi's heart before.

The red slime that shimmered with golden light slid down the muscles and bones and obeyed gravity, but it was inevitable that it would be stained all the way in the process, and the green tendons on the backs of her hands seemed to be because of this washing through a layer of skin, and suddenly there was extra vitality, and the roots exploded - she didn't rush directly to the front of her wrist, and she didn't want to die.

What's more, if the wound is low, it will be difficult to hide the past when I see Feng Xiyuan later.

So it's on the arm, the wound is not deep, and the shallow one will not bleed too much - too much of it will be unbearable for her physiology and psychology.

But because of this, Ye Lingyi's upper limbs were hanging down at this time, her legs were relaxed, and only her waist had a little strength to stand behind her, which was not even and cold to the ice stone wall that seemed to want to compare the temperature with her.

The neckline was violently ripped open and pressed below the collarbone, as were the cuffs, and below the elbows, except for the tiny golden light that was not really visible in the darkness, there was only a distinct and violent red and white color.

People who are clearly unharmed and unhindered seem to have lost their support and strength, no matter how you look at it, you feel ...... The hands that did not hold the butterfly knife in the palm of their hands were the feeling of "dying man".

Being soaked in his own blood all over his hands is a very bad touch and will cause even worse associations, and Ye Ling deliberately urges the magic to shake off the frozen blood that flows through his wrist at any time. It's just that reason has this intention, but emotion does not allow it: we must see the blood red, and see that it is powerless to fall into the dust...... Sickly, but happy.

And then there was Ye Lingyi's expression at this time-

Her hair was half tied up, and Jiufeng hairpin gave way to the hair rope, only resting on the side of her hair, and the whole was as neat and convenient as her outfit. There were only a few strands of hair left on her forehead that had fallen out of her forehead due to movement, and they were not enough to completely cover her expression.

Even though she was hanging her eyes sideways at this time, she was obviously consciously covering up and burying herself.

It was a kind of intense pain, and entangled in a terrifying struggle, from the real inability to close the complete facial features, twisting the timing again and again, the slightest wisps of it were revealed, but when it was really expressed outside, it strangely evolved a trace of hidden pleasure.

Then came her respite. It is not quick and powerful, but soft and long, and the interval between the previous and the next is extremely long, and it itself is very gentle. But it is precisely because it is too long and too soft, and occasionally brings out a little sluggish broken sound at the bottom of the throat, which gives people the feeling that she is going to crush and break her uncontrolled soul into tobacco, and then release it forever through breathing.

She is in the dark, her voice is absolutely restrained, but her emotions are absolutely indulgent.

In the night of bleeding himself to appease his restless heart, he is like an addict.

Like a demon who has been hungry and thirsty for a hundred years.

Her own heart is intertwined with heaven and hell, and she does not see the fireworks in the world, she indulges in it, and occasionally thinks that in this same space, there is also a phoenix and a phoenix, and there is a trace of Qingming and two points of trembling; But in the blink of an eye, it will fall into it again, and even once every time it is clear, it will be more immersed when it turns around again.

And on the outside, people who don't know her mood see her, probably with horror and hatred, and think: How is she like this? How could she do that!

How could she be like this—this is what Ye Lingyi, a person who never cares about other people's eyes and never hides his thoughts, thinks that others will think if they see her like this.

But the person who saw her like this was none other than that.

What Feng Xiyuan thought was that Mrs. was like this.

***

There is nothing wrong with Ye Lingyi's intentions and real actions.

She can be sure that Feng Xiyuan's true body can't catch up with her, and this is indeed the case;

She knew that Feng Xiyuan's drive to any free space element in the Skyfall Realm had reached the level of "do as you like", so she didn't let go of this easily, and quickly added another layer of forbidden spells to herself on the way to dodge, and in a short period of time and a long distance, the perception and pursuit of a gram of space elements was not a problem at all. This is indeed as she expected.

But the problem that Ye Lingyi couldn't consider was that just as she had never told Feng Xiyuan about her still having such a problem, Feng Xiyuan was not completely "transparent" to her.

This is probably strange, Ye Lingyi, who inexplicably trusts and admires men, and never feels that he finally needs to borrow his cultivation ability to do things one day, ignores him, and never takes the initiative to ask if this "pride of the sky" who is covered by the aura of the "emperor" has anything else "against the sky" in addition to having a five-line full spirit root and an emperor's spiritual vein, and sitting on the perverted affinity of the space element.

So she didn't ask, and the one who also felt that this kind of thing was not very good, so she took the initiative to say it, and after coming and going, she saved it to today, and she saved it at such a suitable time, and she had to take advantage of this node to break out.

And if the understanding of the person next to your pillow does not reach 100%, the consequences will be so tragic!

In fact, the method that Feng Xiyuan used to track her was not unused in the process of getting along after the first meeting today, but Ye Lingyi was the person who was "used" at that time, but he didn't realize it from beginning to end.

It was April last year, in Mengzhou, in Xizhu Ghost City, she and Baili Yunyi, whose waistcoat fell off in a second but the purpose was still a mystery, when the friendship in the suburbs was mutually reinforcing, Feng Xiyuan was in the ghost city, relying on the mustard butterfly, and perceived the conversation between the two of them.

It's the same this time.

This is a biological racial advantage, which cannot be resisted by humans.

What's more, although Ye Lingyi's words and actions before the separation unilaterally exposed her "ghost", on Feng Xiyuan's side, as the one who had paid attention to and considered, he was not exposed at all under the cover-up.

The mustard butterfly suddenly dissipated when the blade of the butterfly knife touched the skin, and it was Feng Xiyuan himself, whose eyes suddenly widened in the distance, and then with a silver light that appeared with thorns, he arrived here in an instant.

When the clothes and hair didn't have time to stand still, they saw the same scene as before-

No one can escape, it is a person who is born unable to empathize, here, here like this kind of night listening, seeing...... No, you don't need to see it, it's enough to get closer.

This is probably the whole picture of her who doesn't remember whether it was Feng Xiyuan or Luo Jiu's evaluation and sigh of "poppy".

The emotional tentacles that broke free from Ye Lingyi's body were pervasive, but they were controlled by herself, and the pain and struggle were all hidden, except for that little pleasure, the secret and invisible pleasure of the day, which was transmitted to another soul, and immediately resonated. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "The King of Killers in Another World: The Burning Wife of the King of Icebergs", and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~