The white clothes were dyed red, and the blood tended to flow down the bed.

Qingya stretched out his hand to cover it, but the blood was cautious and his fingers came out.

"Evil Zhao—"

Qingya patted him in the face.

I didn't come and I was flustered.

Qianling was lying at the door, with palpitations in her big eyes.

Qing Yazi is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and he obviously let himself stare at the stupid dragon, but at the critical moment, he still rushed out by himself.

"Ben Long is still ...... Didn't give birth to a small dragon......" Evil Zhao squinted, the pain made him unable to open it, and his voice trembled slightly, "I seem to be ...... again Trouble ......"

Babbling and babbling.

Qingya couldn't take care of it at all, he pulled Evil Zhao, and with a wave of his hand, the red yarn immediately fell.

"Will you marry me?" Qingya asked, but he had already untied Evil Zhao's clothes.

It's too late!

Without even thinking about it, the thin lips had already drawn the corners of Evil Zhao's lips.

Little by little, his fingers let go of the hand that was holding Evil Zhao, and he cut a cut in his arm and brought it to Evil Zhao's neck.

"Idiot."

I got goosebumps on my body.

The skin touches each other, and a strange electric current crosses it.

The corners of Evil Zhao's mouth turned pale.

Qingya's heart was horizontal, and as if he had made up his mind, his body was stacked with evil Zhao.

The stupid dragon snorted.

It doesn't look like it's going to be dead yet.

Fingers hung on Qingya's body and scratched.

The red mans fluttered, moaning and shattering.

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The blood stopped flowing out, and the wound began to scab over.

The corners of Evil Zhao's lips began to turn red.

Qingya hooked his lips with satisfaction.

The vision was not clear, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell on the evil Zhao.

Dragons are precious and rare in the world.

In the absence of the support of Neidan, there is no blood.

Evil Zhao had a dream.

I dreamed that Qingya pressed on him and drank his blood.

He scratched the blood on his neck and back.

But when I think about it, Evil Zhao's eyes widened, but why didn't they have any clothes! Why does he hurt so much there!

Reaching out and touching the scab on his neck, Evil Zhao stared at Qianling in a flash.

Qianling's face turned red.

I didn't expect Qing Yazi to form a ghost with a stupid dragon!

"What knot?" Evil Zhao asked, eating grapes.

The dead pearl was crazy, staring at him early in the morning, and babbling about the spirit in his mouth.

Qianling was stunned and scratched her head.

Evil Zhao stretched out his claws, if you don't say it, wait for my Neidan to unseal it, and scratch you to death!

Qianling sighed, and simply grabbed the grapes and stuffed them into her mouth.

"Do you like Qingya?"

"I like it." Evil Zhao said with wide eyes.

Qianling knocked her head, "Then you are not allowed to let others come near you in the future!" You can't get hurt in the slightest! Not half a drop of blood! You can't kill yet! ”

"Why?" Evil Zhao asked.

He likes Qingya and likes the feeling of Qingya controlling people! It's so awesome, it's too dragging! His inner dan was easily held in his hands!

And when he fights and kills, he is simply not too handsome!

"You pig brain! Qingya and you are married, and whatever injuries you suffer from now on, he will feel the same way with you! If you kill life! That's Thunderball! ”

Qianling shouted with her voice open.

Didn't think about the consequences at all.

But Nedan hasn't been in the body for a long time.

Evil Zhao was still stupidly stunned.

"Oh, but why is the monk like this? Want to marry me? How to knot? He still has my Neidan in his hand, and he doesn't want to be alone! "Evil and roundabout clichés.

Qianling, who was anxious and red-eyed, didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and slapped the table, "You ask me how I know!" You might as well go to Drunken Wind Xuan and have a look! Stupid Dragon! ”

Qianling was so angry that she stomped her feet to herself, and then burrowed back into the mussel shell.

Evil Zhao squinted, not to mention pulling down.

Qingya has seen him these days and avoided him like a ghost.

Drunken Wind ......

Go for it!

It's just that......

Evil Zhao suddenly thought of the book, took it out of the big red pocket and opened it, and the overlapping figures immediately appeared. I want to talk about "Fast Wear: Villain Boss, Light Teasing" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~