(Cat flutter Chinese) "What unclean did you see on it?" There was ridicule in her tone, but the sleeve robe took the trouble to wipe the blood from her face, and she was a little genuinely worried. When Baili Fengma found that no matter how he wiped it, it was in vain, but he stained himself with a fishy whole, his hand stopped, and his heart suddenly chuckled: "Is it that Chiming Gu has attacked again?" ”

He carefully lowered the person to the ground, fingers reaching her snort.

The Chiming Gu Dynasty would have three seizures, first ten days apart, then five days, and finally completely hollowed out the person. But this is only the second time, and it is less than ten days since the last episode, how can it suddenly be advanced?

The eyebrows of Baili Wind were a little anxious and panicked. After entering this place, there are so many incredible things that happen that people are overwhelmed and haggard.

"Isn't that the result of your own sowing?" Jing Che's eyes were half-closed, and he was weak.

Seeing him like this, she thought it was funny. I'm used to seeing his calm appearance, this appearance really doesn't look like him. The person who could be indifferent even when his own apprentice was sent to the phantom fire incineration field, and could pull out lightly with a sword piercing her shoulder blade, at this moment, he panicked for a woman who didn't want to do it.

In contrast, he is more calm. This time the attack of Chiming Gu was not like the last time, it was the same no matter how she tossed, anyway, she was dragging a ruined body, and she didn't feel pain left and right.

At this time, Baili Fengma thought of something, and hurriedly shook out a brocade bag from his sleeve robe, pinched out a black pill and wanted to stuff it into Hongyi's mouth.

"What are you going to feed me again, how many Red Ming Gu do you have?" And Jing Che just turned his face slightly away from the dark pill tiredly.

"Soul Renewal Pill!" He rubbed her face impatiently, and his movements were obviously much softer than his usual domineering.

"I don't eat it," a sultry smile appeared on the corner of her blood-stained mouth, with a little sadness that the jar was broken, "what, do you still want to feed me like that?" ”

The last few words were bitten at the end, and a feather scratched on the heart.

Baili Fengma didn't answer, his face was calm, and he looked at this bleeding woman quietly. He didn't even know where she got the strength to play these flirtatious games with him.

Blood drips from the side of his lips, and he is soaked in the dark night in a red dress, hiding a mystery that invites you to go together. This gave Baili Feng a kind of illusion, she desperately bloomed in the last moments, and used up the enchantment of this life at once.

Without warning, he suddenly leaned over, his turbid breath on the cold mask, and the condensed water droplets mixed into the blood.

Greedy sucking, tossing and turning. The strong smell of blood covered up the soft breath that a woman should have, and this smell made the moment of Baili Fengma suddenly extremely sober, like a bloodthirsty demon, but fortunately, she was not a good person.

I knew it was poisonous, but I couldn't help but drink it to quench my thirst. He wrapped his arms around her head and kissed her delicate lips and his fingers ran through her thick satin hair. Her lips and teeth refused, and he easily pried open and drove in.

The newly grown stubble on the chin is stubble and green, and it feels soft and hard to the touch of human skin.

It took him a long time before he removed his lips and slid his hand to her neck, still leaning over and staring at each other, the shadow condescending above her head. His face was covered with slimy blood, as if Tu Hua was singing a big drama on stage.

Jing Che gasped rapidly, and his strength returned to his body, and his vision was obscured by the blood. Her eyes were right next to his chin, and the face that was close to her was a little stunned.

For a moment, Jing Che forgot to remind herself that she was red, and then her fingers trembled and stroked the light blue of his jaw, rubbing it, as if she was stunned.

A long, long time ago, on a snowy night, he was drunk and lying on the grassy slope of the mountain behind Yunqin Peak, the withered flower stalks of white horse bones pressed under him, and the warm wine sprinkled with frozen soil. She tugged at his face boldly and disgustingly, but the moment she touched his stubble, she retracted her hand like thunder.

No matter which memory he remembers, he carries this circle of light green stubble, laughing, and the elegance of a hundred years of vicissitudes. At that time, she was so tall that she could touch his chin, and many times she wanted to touch Master's green stubble, and in fact she did the same, and there was nothing she didn't dare to do when she was a girl. Once, twice, and later more and more unscrupulous.

That rough and gentle texture is like the years he brought her, unique and untouchable.

Love is like that, and so is hurt.

The line of sight twisted into a line, and the focus fell on the bottom of his eyes. Seeing that slightly suspicious look, Jing Che suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize how intimate and obsessive his gesture was at the moment, but fortunately, his expression was hidden in the mask and could not be detected.

She didn't show any of the girl's clumsy panic, and her palm continued to calmly follow the contours of his face, but the gentle arc suddenly tightened and forced, and a slap was slapped.

"Snap" was not light or heavy, and the corners of her lips rose together: "Baili Sword Saint, my price is too high, can you afford it?" ”

Baili Fengma was not annoyed, he pulled his mouth and smiled, straightened up slowly, Shi Shiran raised his sleeve to wipe the blood on his face, and the only flaw was that he was sluggish and half a beat before he realized that his fingertips were still holding the pill.

Stretched out his hand and handed it over, he couldn't see a look on his face, his eyes were half-narrowed, and there was a joke in his voice: "You eat it yourself, do you want me to make it up again?" ”

Jing Che raised his hand to take the Soul Renewal Pill, looked at it for a moment and then smiled. Oh, what if you have an ordinary appearance, what if you can renew your soul? How did he know that she was going to live?

With a flick of the pack, the Soul Renewing Pill rolled down the steps with a grunt.

"You,"

She raised her face and smiled quietly, and said indifferently: "How dare Hongyi accept your love for a hundred miles of wind, I am already flattered to help me find the worm this time, how can I repay the favor after suffering too much?" Won't I want to sell myself to you?? ”

Baili Fengma looked at the person in front of him, and the blood in the mask was no longer breaking the embankment, and it seemed that the attack of Gu poison had passed.

And the sound is like flowing water under a small bridge in the water town, like a red line on the fingertips of the old moon, thin and soft wrapped in the heart, and every word is provocative. He was not angry, he lost his demeanor, but he couldn't laugh anymore, so he simply turned around, ignored it and walked down the steps, throwing out a few cold words: "Then you just wait for death." ”

Jing Che watched him walk down the steps step by step, his back and the darkness blending together in an extremely trance. The stone wall against her back burned her bones very uncomfortable, and she closed her eyes, letting the unhappiness disperse again.

Baili Kazama had returned to the place where he had entered, and the rope was still hanging alone, and a little bit of light was refracted from the top of the pit. A pile of sand dunes on the ground had been formed by sloping down from the cave above. I don't know where the wind is blowing, and it is wrapped around the wings of my nose, and I smell the strange smell of dirt mixed with the wind for hundreds of miles.

He stretched out his feet to push away the dunes, and following the very unclear light, he saw that the dirt inside was so dark that it was almost black, and he crouched down and put his fingers in a little liquid that had not yet solidified, and put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed.

The smell of blood. Cat flutter Chinese