Chapter 8: The Time of Parting (1)
The thought flashed in his mind, Fang Ling had already come to the side courtyard, and stepped in, only to see Xiao Xue standing in the courtyard, with a burden on the table and the long sword on it.
Under the bright moonlight, the beauty is like jade, and the white clothes are better than the snow, perhaps there will be no such beautiful scene in the world.
And as soon as she saw this situation, Fang Ling was shocked, and subconsciously understood what was about to happen, Xiao Xue's physique had reached the realm of being able to absorb the true blood of her life, and she was finally leaving.
Although this woman was arrogant and cold, Fang Ling couldn't help but be attracted to her, especially when she kissed for the first time, she would always appear in her dreams, if she said that she didn't like her, then she was really lying to herself.
However, Fang Ling knew better that since Xiao Xue was leaving, he couldn't stop him, how could a mortal keep a disciple of the Immortal Sect?
Hearing the footsteps, Xiao Xue looked back faintly, her expression was as calm as water, and there was a kind of indifference that rejected people, as if she could see from Fang Ling's face that he knew what was going to happen, so she walked over slowly, approached, and lightly opened her lips and said, "Are you ready?" ”
Fang Ling smiled reluctantly, and suppressed the bitterness in his heart, he strode up, grabbed her thin waist with one hand, and took the initiative to take her red lips, a faint fragrance came to his nose, and the soft plump lips were like water.
Xiao Xue thought that she was ready and could stop her heart, but when her waist was grasped by the tiger at first glance and her lips touched, her heart couldn't help but tremble, this bad boy who would never let go of his opportunity to be light, really didn't abide by this rule in the end.
But for some reason, there is also a sour feeling in my heart, and the bits and pieces of the past three months involuntarily come to my mind and linger.
However, after all, she is a cultivator, and more than ten years of penance will never be ruined because of this trembling heart.
With a ruthless heart, she bit Fang Ling's lip in one bite, and used her mental method to begin to absorb the natal true blood stored in her body.
The pain was the kind of pain that tore apart the flesh, and the hot and hot current seemed to be pulled out of the abdomen, flowing down the blood into Xiao Xue's mouth, and the lips it touched became as hot as fire.
When everything was calm, Fang Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suppressed the sourness in his heart, and reluctantly smiled: "It seems that I still owe you a request." ”
Looking at the smile of the young man in front of him and the blood marks on his lips that were bitten by himself, Xiao Xue inexplicably had a sour nose, took a deep breath secretly, and tried her best to calm down and said, "Then continue to owe." ”
Fang Ling asked seriously, "Will we meet again?"
Xiao Xue finally calmed down completely, walked to the stone table and picked up the burden and sword, and said lightly: "If there is fate, we will see you again, if there is no fate, it will just laugh and talk." ”
After that, she pushed the door and left, her white clothes were ethereal, and there was no trace in a blink of an eye.
Not long after she left, Su Shi walked out of the backyard, looking at the room wide open, Fang Ling stood in the courtyard in a daze, and couldn't help asking, "Ling'er, where is Miss Xiao?"
"Gone. Fang Ling came back to his senses and said with a faint smile.