Bai Zhi's voice was loud, and his eyes did not dodge.

With his very convincing face, it is enough to convince nine out of ten people in the world.

Flame Spirit Ji's eyes finally changed!

Although the momentary hesitation was short-lived, it was keenly captured by Bai Zhi.

The hairpin was against Bai Zhi's throat, but the strength in his hand was unloaded by three points.

She looked at the young man's determined face in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Kill him?

Flame Spirit Ji questioned herself in her heart.

Bai Zhixing's eyes moved, knowing that this was not the time to hesitate.

He borrowed the donkey on the slope and directly reached out to hold the jade hand holding the hairpin of Flame Lingji and moved it to his chest.

Bai Zhi didn't wait for her to resist, so he took the lead in speaking: "Flame girl, your life is here, wait for the girl to take it at any time." ”

He took off his tattered coat and draped it on Flame Spirit Ji's body, his expression was extremely gentle: "It's windy, it's a little cold." ”

Even the elimination and fighting, the warm offensive.

Flame Spirit Ji's dark and resolute beautiful eyes finally had a little brilliance, her eyes turned slightly, and finally, the hand holding the hairpin hung down weakly.

But then came the tears she opened.

Flame Spirit Ji was lying on the ground casually, her beautiful jade face was covered with tears.

She cried silently, cried with despair, cried with pathos!

Her tears were crystal clear, and they fell down her cheeks one by one, like a heavy hammer, hammering on Bai Zhi's heart.

It feels ......

Bai Zhi clutched his chest, and the feeling of suffocation made his breathing stagnant.

He mustered his courage and reached out to pick up the beauty lying on the ground and take it into his arms.

"It's too cold on the ground, sorry."

As he picked him up, the sad beauty in his arms cried more and more desperately.

Her delicate body trembled in Bai Zhi's arms with the cry, and the faint tremor became faster and faster, more and more urgent.

Bai Zhi was speechless, and could only hug her body tightly, trying to soothe her pain with warmth.

Tear stains are red and silky.

In addition to feeling guilty, the young man really had no shame to beg for her forgiveness.

Ban Yu,

Xu was brutally violated by Bai Zhi for too long, Xu was too tired after crying for a long time, and Flame Spirit Ji was tired, and finally fell asleep in Bai Zhi's arms.

Her three thousand green silk is black and thick, covering Bai Zhi's body, cool and refreshing.

The sleeping beauty Yurong is beautiful, she is the color of the country, and the red appearance of her eyes adds a bit of pity and touch.

Like a fragile piece of white porcelain, her flawed and smooth skin radiated in the golden glow of the setting sun.

At this time, she is no longer seductive or seductive, but full of holy beauty.

Heartbreaking!

Bai Zhi hugged her like this, like holding the most precious jewel in the world, and didn't dare to move a single bit.

It wasn't until night fell in the sky, the stars shone brightly, and the top of Fengqi Mountain became cold that Flame Lingji woke up from a faint start.

When she opened her eyes, it was the young man's handsome face.

Flame Spirit Ji moved her body slightly, only to find that she was like a kangaroo, curled up in Bai Zhi's arms, she was hugged tightly, separated from the cold of the outside world by the boy's body temperature and gentle internal force.

This feeling is extraordinarily warm and gentle, which fascinates her, who has never experienced being protected and cared for.

Without that violation, it would have been a beautiful picture.

Pity!

The warmth on her face flashed, and all that was left was indifference.

She looked at Bai Zhi's eyes full of shame, and her voice was cold: "How long are you going to hold it?" ”

The boy didn't speak, just loosened his arm that held her.

Flame Spirit Ji struggled to remember, but the sharp pain from her private parts and the soreness of her legs made her body weak, and she fell into Bai Zhi's arms again.

This feeling of powerlessness made her resound those bad memories.

But before she could have a seizure, Bai Zhi's warm and sincere voice remembered in her ears again: "You need me now, and I want to make it up to you." ”

Flame Spirit Ji wanted to refute and stand up, but the reality made her unable to open her mouth.

Sullen, she could only keep her mouth shut and lie in Bai Zhi's arms again.

The mountain wind seems to know Bai Zhi's mind, sharp and sharp, and the wind and earth are cold.

The ragged Flame Spirit Ji shrank back and turned into a curled up in Bai Zhi's arms.

The moonlight is gentle, and the wind is romantic.

Bai Zhi smiled knowingly, and began to look forward to tomorrow.

…………

Thousands of mountains overlap, and the forests and seas are verdant.

There are countless strange anecdotes hidden in the hundred and 100,000 mountains.

The Hundred Poison King bent his waist and walked slowly between a lonely mountain plank road.

In front of him and behind him, in the gaps between the flowers and leaves, there were countless snakes lurking in the middle, swimming slowly.

He was visiting a friend, an old friend who might give him some clues.

The task given to him by Bai Zhi is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

But in a world where hundreds of mountains overlap, there may really be a person who can find a needle in a haystack.

Thinking of that one, the cloudy eyes of the Hundred Poison King flashed a little bright.

The smell of fireworks in the world, the grass and insects in the deep mountains.

If you want to ask about the rivers and lakes, there are flower farmers in the stone forest.

Flower farmers have no name, no surname, no coming, no one, no self.

He is like a weed growing in the flat field, and I don't know which way of flying birds sowed seeds casually, growing on the land of Baiyue.

He is famous for planting flowers in stones, but he seems to know everything about the size of Baiyue.

People are in the stone forest, but their ears have heard all over the world.

The Hundred Poison King went to find him.

The plank road was dangerously short, and the Hundred Poison King walked slowly, dragging his body to the stone forest.

The stone forest is named after stone, which can be described as strange rocks, and there are stones of different shapes and sizes everywhere.

Before long, the Hundred Poison King saw a middle-aged farmer barefoot.

He was overjoyed, and his pace quickened a little, and he walked towards the old peasant.

Before the person arrives, the sound comes first.

The voice of the elder of the Hundred Poison King sounded: "I haven't seen you for a long time, old friend, are you okay?" ”

Thirteen years ago, it was with the help of the person in front of him that he was able to escape from the royal city and survive in the world.

When the flower farmer who had been ploughing the acres heard this, he turned around, revealing a weather-beaten face full of ravines.

When he saw the Hundred Poison King, his eyes showed a little interest, and he said, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but your old poison has a long life." ”

The flower farmer stood up, patted the dirt on his hands, and said, "If you can find here, are you in trouble again?" ”

The Hundred Poison King bared his yellow teeth and smiled bitterly.

He looked at this old friend who was also vicissitudes, and sighed in his heart.

After a long time, he said: "I haven't seen you for many years, but I have to disturb your peace." It's just a last resort, I hope you don't blame it. ”

Thinking of Bai Zhi's terrifying strength and the Flame Spirit Ji who was still in his hands, the Hundred Poison King's heart was full of helplessness.

Provoked by such a monster, he had to keep his old face shy and ask for the help of his old friends.

Hearing what the Hundred Poison King said, the flower farmer's eyes shrank.

He frowned, the furrow on his face becoming more pronounced.

"Let's talk about it, but you know my rules."