The index finger and thumb gently rub the temperature of the fingertip.

Wu Ying's weak eyes burst out with a touch of fierceness.

The eunuch is really impatient!

How could he have reckoned?

Ling Tiansu let out a low breath, and his cold eyes stared at her deeply: "Do you know what you are doing now?"

Wu Ying's eyes did not fade, but his fingers gently wrote a word on the bed: go.

After writing this word, it seemed that all his strength had been exhausted, and he languished on the wall, and the pitch-black green silk was scattered on the gorgeous prince's Xuanfu, as if there was no extra energy.

Let the pitch-black words continue to erode his consciousness and body, and he didn't want to show too much weakness in front of Ling Tiansu.

The body on the verge of collapse and destruction, the body that was enduring the torture of the eighteen layers of hell, was only curled up in a ball, stiffened to the bones, and occasionally convulsed.

She continued to drop her fingers, and added another sentence, Fang wrote down the word Luo Qingyi, and Ling Tiansu held her fingers.

Of course, Ling Tiansu would not leave obediently, he suddenly said, "I'll double cultivate with you, right?"

Wu Ying's mind went blank for a moment, and the palm that was suppressed by Ling Tiansu suddenly trembled, she stiffened for a long time, and the palm hidden behind her involuntarily clenched her fists nervously.

There was a sharp stinging pain from her bitten tailbone, and the painful stimulation continued to press his nerves, forcing the cruel blood flowing in her body not to completely go berserk.

Once upon a time, in the distant night hut, she had never said the same thing to him.

It's just that at that time, he thought it was ridiculous and didn't agree.

Wu Yingwan never thought that in this life, he would be able to hear these remarks from his mouth in his lifetime.

For a while, I was full of emotions.

But he didn't indulge in it.

Because she clearly knew that he was willing to save her from suffering, just for the princess who was far away.

The burning fireplace was no longer dazzling, but turned into a warm orange light, and the firelight was reflected in his dark blue eyes, like a stream of fireflies in the dark blue night.

After a long time, Wu Ying suddenly came back to his senses from those eyes, and forced his gradually drowsy consciousness, he broke away from Ling Tiansu's overturned palm, and continued to drop two words on the bed sheets: Deal?

Ling Tiansu's gaze fell low under her fingertips, and the dim light of the fire reflected his well-defined face, and his eyelashes and the bridge of his nose cast a dark shadow.

He raised his eyes, his lips pursed coldly, and looked at the deep marks of green ink swimming on the skin of Wu Ying's pale cheeks, like the ghost vines of death, all over the human body, absorbing the vitality and all the nutrients of the human body, greedily releasing the dark aura of the shackles.

For no reason, a nameless anger swelled up in my heart.

Trade?

She said it was a deal?

Does he look like a guy who likes to trade things like that?

Wu Ying withdrew his fingers, and he didn't know what was wrong, his eyes really looked more ruthless than usual at this moment.

In the end, he couldn't resist the tide and pain of the yellow spring, and Wu Yingqiang's spirit was a little unbearable.

His pale fingers slid weakly on the bed, pursed his lips lightly, and slowly closed his eyes to hide the haggard and exhaustion under his eyes.

She languished on the wall, and reluctantly raised her wrist, as if she wanted to pick up the brocade quilt and cover her body to ward off the cold, but she couldn't exert her strength, so she had no choice but to hang back.

She was not a gentle person, the pain and torture and cold in her flesh had been like a lonely beast when the Ghost Lan Curse broke out, hiding herself in the dark, not allowing others to take a look.

Even the only young eunuch in this palace who was trusted by her categorically did not dare to pick this time to disturb.

Often the most terrifying solitary beasts are the most powerful in the moment of dying.

She was at her weakest, but also at the height of her murderous spirit.

The Ghost Lan Curse was enough to wear away her few tenderness, but at this moment, she seemed to have spent all her life of patience in her conversation with him tonight.

As a demon baby, she may not be able to give him much tenderness, but at least, she can do the best she can.

Ling Tiansu snorted coldly and pulled the brocade to cover his body.

The breeze of the brocade quilt curled up her hair, Wu Ying looked at him weakly with half-open eyes, and saw that he had a pair of beautiful eyes coldly, but his demeanor was childish and angry, and he wrapped himself in a quilt, as if waiting for her to beg for a corner of the quilt.

She suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, and said in her heart, your body has been spawned by love drugs so that even your fingertips are hot, and you are wrapped so tightly, wouldn't it be even more stuffy and uncomfortable.

Sure enough, in less than a moment, Ling Tiansu's thin and handsome face was quickly covered with sweat, and as soon as Wu Ying closed his eyes, he heard him suddenly speak: "Okay." ”

All right?

What's good?

Wu Ying's heart was puzzled, and the heavy cold air on his body was suddenly swept away by some kind of warm and blazing breath.

A fiery body pressed down, and in an instant, she was wrapped in darkness and the breath of a man, Wu Ying was inevitably overwhelmed, and at the moment before her head was about to hit the bed rail, a strong and calm palm supported her head in advance.

The transient thought in my mind is.

The palm.

It's hot......

In the two bodies that were isolated and attached to each other by the cold and black prince's robes, one was extremely cold and the other was extremely warm.

The soft quilt that was still wrapped on Ling Tiansu's back just now wrapped the bodies of the two people tightly, and not even a single hair was visible.

Wu Ying's eyes widened suddenly, their bodies tightly pressed up and down, curled up together in the soft and warm quilt, she remembered the sound of breathing for thousands of years and the smell of him so close.

Haunting and fluttering between her desolate skin, the warm heat swept over her ears in a rhythmic manner.

Although his face hidden in the darkness at this moment had been deliberately modified by Rong Xiu to be more feminine, but at this moment, his thin and strong chest fit the cold clothes, and the fiery body temperature between the skin seeped into her skin through the fabric, even if it was a thousand-year-old ice, it seemed to be warmed up when it fell into his arms.

In the darkness, the deep and calm blue pupils stirred up turbulent ripples at some point, and the steady young man's breathing was instantly disordered and low, panting slightly in Wu Ying's ear, she looked sideways slightly, and saw the traces of sweat beads slowly sliding down along his Adam's apple when they rolled, extending all the way.

Looking at the unstoppable Adam's apple, she actually had the urge to step forward and take a bite.

At this moment, the desires and impulses in her eyes were not well concealed, and he saw half of the clues.

Ling Tiansu's dark eyes looked at him with a smile: "What's the matter? Do people become stupid when they are weak? Although the futon is thick, your body is as cold as a dead person, and you don't understand such a simple reason that no matter how long you simmer in the cold ice?"

Wu Ying's throat was choked, and her heart was astringent.

Under the warm warm quilt, wrapped in the fiery body, under the alternation of cold and heat, the first thing I felt was not warmth, but a warm sting.

As if feeling the huddled and trembling body of the person under him, Ling Tiansu's eyes were obscure for a moment, and then he lowered his head and buried his head in her right neck, like some kind of beast, and gently sniffed her neck cut by the ice blade.

Wu Ying shuddered, opened her lips and was about to speak.

Ling Tiansu's eyes were quick and he covered her lips: "Don't make a sound!"

In the dreary air, a strong medicinal fragrance like wine suddenly surged, and Lingtian Su Mei's Heart Medicine Soul Star Palace opened widely, and suddenly lowered his head, and the tip of his warm tongue bloomed with a touch of white, gently brushing between the bloody wounds.

Goosebumps erupted from the pale neck at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the small space below, there was the sound of a heartbeat in someone's body.

The wound that he had licked and licked, the blood cracked and stopped, and the cracked blood mouth was squeezed and repaired into a thin hair red mark, shallow and faint, if you didn't look closely, you couldn't detect it on the skin, leaving a fatal scar.

Ling Tiansu propped himself up, his eyes were gloomy, looking at her condescendingly, his lips were slightly raised, and he hooked up with a cold arc: "You said it was a deal, then I will make a deal with you." ”

A smile spread out from the corner of the raised lips, with a bit of ambiguous sneer: "I will relieve your pain, you give me a good life, don't talk now, when I give permission, you will use that mouth to honestly explain everything I want." ”

Wu Ying was palpitating for a while, and her heart seemed to be ready to jump out of her throat at any time.

He wanted?!

He really wanted her?!

The cold stiff fingers, which were warmed by the body temperature, regained some strength, and trembled and wrote two words on his bare chest: ghost baby.

Ling Tiansu smiled: "So what, it's just a ghost baby, is it still some kind of great identity, using the word 'ghost baby' to deter me, do you think I will be afraid of you when you retaliate and bite me?"

Wu Ying's heart was weak, why couldn't she understand what she meant.

Ghost babies are not tolerated by the Seven Realms, but anyone who leaves the Santu River and the Blood Infant Tree will be killed by the Seven Realms.

She was born with a black qi, the poison of a ghost baby, the six realms are indestructible, and her own existence is the source of evil.

She was a self-generated evil spirit who had absorbed the water of the Yellow Spring, a ghost from hell, and he was the most noble deity above the Nine Heavens, and if he touched her, wouldn't he think it would be an indelible stain on him for the rest of his life?

Ling Tiansu did not fail to understand the meaning of her words.

He understood, and he didn't pretend not to understand, but he just felt that this was really not a big problem, and people in the world always liked to use secular etiquette and the prejudice of the difference between good and evil to support the morality of this world.

As everyone knows, this world is very big, and they don't need their hypocritical morality to help them, but on the contrary, they bind themselves and don't know it, and they are still complacent there, claiming to be noble and noble.

(ps: It's normal that there is no monthly pass in Beibei, but there is no one, this is not scientific, believe it or not, I will kill indiscriminately in Beibei, and Tangtang will skip it directly.) ）