Sangsang's body is a divine body, which can be immune to almost all physical damage in the world, and her consciousness is as vast as the universe, and she can ignore most spiritual injuries, so Liu Bai's sword can't hurt her, and Ning Que's natal thoughts can't control her, but this doesn't mean that her body and consciousness don't have feelings. (, Novels are faster and better)

An indestructible body does not mean that it is unconscious and ignorant, this is a very simple truth, like Yu Curtain and Tang are like this, Ning Que's consciousness can't hurt her, but it can touch her, although the gentle wind can't blow away the ice formed on the lake, it can shake the lotus flower into a soft picture.

Ning Que, who was a little unconscious, completely relied on instinct, constantly approaching her with his thoughts, caressing her, and with the light movement of his gaze, he drilled into her clothes like the wind, poured into her neckline, and gently wrapped around her plump and tall body, making the most gentle contact.

It is said that a lover's hand is the most gentle, Ning Que's hand is his mind, he is the most tender lover, and he has a pair of hands that can intoxicate all women.

He caressed her neck gently, his fingertips sliding over her shoulders, drawing light circles over her breasts, occasionally leaving again, playfully rubbing her tender earlobes before landing quietly on her hips.

There was not even a trace of wind in the Temple of Light, and there was not even a trace of wrinkles on Sang Sang's flowery green clothes, but she clearly felt that the subtle annoying autumn wind was swimming in the green clothes, and the invisible hands were constantly caressing her body, looking so presumptuous and hateful.

Her face became unusually white, and her gaze became unusually cold, because of anger, but the upper edge of her cheeks quietly blushed, and her eyes were as bright as transparent gems, and her round thighs, which were extremely tight, trembled slightly, because she couldn't control her reaction.

The hands became more and more presumptuous, constantly roaming on her sacred body, no matter how secret the place, there was no escape the twisting and slipping of those fingers, those hands had always been so gentle at first, but occasionally they suddenly became tyrannical, twisting her ** and inner thighs hard, although it was impossible to hurt her, not even the bruises could be left, but it made her reaction more and more obvious.

Sang Sang was extremely angry at the obscene scene that happened to her, but even if she used the rules to disperse all the heaven and earth breath in the Temple of Light, so that Ning Que could not touch her body with her mind, she still couldn't stop herself from feeling the touch of that hand clearly, because as long as he could still think, or imagine, she could perceive his imagination, and those pictures and feelings were so real.

She felt the same way as him, so she had to feel it.

Yi yin is a very historical term, and it does not blindly refer to the way of yin, but after tonight, there will be more religious metaphors and more direct explanations.

Ning Que's Yiyin didn't wake up with the *dream without a trace, and it didn't look like it disappeared after the spring breeze, but it really fell on the object of his Yiyin.

He kept touching Sangsang in his consciousness, and Sangsang kept being touched by him, her face became more and more snow-white, but her cheeks became more and more crimson, her eyes became colder and colder, but her eyes became brighter and brighter, her legs were tightly closed, her hands were tightly clenched, and her feelings became more and more obvious.

The sensation is warm, itchy, restless, flustered, peaceful, irritable, wet, thirsty, joyful, and fearful.

For Sangsang, the feeling was weird, a little strange, but it wasn't something I'd never met before. In her human memory, she used to be occasionally touched by Ning Que when she held her little feet in her arms and slept in the past, and the most recent memory happened in the wooden house on the shore of the Snow Sea, although it was a little painful that night, but it did happen.

She knows what it feels like, human beings often like to give this feeling a lot of meaning, put on a lot of beautiful clothes, such as love and the desire for life, in fact, it is the physiological pleasure that only low-level creatures have, and the reason why low-level creatures like humans can't get rid of the temptation of this physiological pleasure is because they need this physiological pleasure to help them continue to reproduce.

She is Haotian, she doesn't need to reproduce, she is a high-level regular life, even if she has a near-human body, she shouldn't have this low-level biological pleasure.

But at this time, the feeling of her body is so clear and so strong, which shows that the human power left by the master in her body is still constantly transforming her body in these days, and she is still entangled in these earthly edges in the world, and she is becoming more and more like an ordinary human being, whether it is emotional or physiological.

Her lips were slightly dry, there was a slight sweat on her neck, her breasts were slightly swollen, her earlobes were a little uneasy and itchy, her legs were a little wet, she was a little flustered and a little quiet, she found herself a little happy so she began to be irritable, and even began to be afraid.

In the Xiling canon, the strictest sin is the blasphemy of Haotian, and those sins are nothing more than unclean clothing and foul language during sacrifices. Compared with these, what Ning Que is doing at this time is the real blasphemy, Haotian is being played with by humans, and is being played with as a human being.

How can Haotian not be angry?

She flicked her sleeves in rage, and the cold autumn wind in the Temple of Light raged wildly, piercing Ning Que's bones and piercing his internal organs like countless thin steel thorns.

Blood splashed everywhere, Ning Que was dying, he opened his eyes, and said to Sang Sangmo in a blur: "If you don't want to admit defeat, then kill me, didn't you say that every death is a reunion after a long absence?" Then let's die together, but even if you go to the Kingdom of God, I will not let you go." ”

I don't know if it's because of the imminent death, or if it's because of the stories that might happen in the kingdom of God, a strange smile appeared on his miserable face.

"Enough!"

Sangsang's voice echoed through the Temple of Light like a real thunderclap.

The starlight that poured into the temple from the terrace was shattered into countless pieces by her voice, the gold bricks under the curtain were broken in two, and countless deep marks appeared on the hard stone walls of the temple.

A few flowing clouds in the night sky of the Xiling Temple were shaken away, and a terrifying storm rolled up on the sea of the Song Kingdom thousands of miles away, and the strange-shaped pillars on the coastal embankment were instantly submerged.

When the Son of Heaven is angry, thousands of miles of blood will be shed, and when Haotian is angry, the world will be ruined, but she can't let the world ruin it, and she can't even kill the human who angered her, so she is even more angry.

Ning Que hung in the air of the temple, dripping blood, going up like a pig that had just been slaughtered, Sang Sang stared at him, and there was no other emotion in his eyes except disgust.

There are a lot of pictures of this person in her human memory, she knows what a shameless person he is, she knows that he has the nickname of the shame of the academy, and as Haotian, she overlooks countless reincarnations in the world, I don't know how many shameless people who have killed their wives and sold their mothers, and how disgusting it is to know how shameless it is for human beings to reach the limit, but she still didn't expect that Ning Que could be shameless to this kind of Cheng dù, even if he has been castrated, he still has the spiritual meaning to yin herself!

Ning Que clearly sensed the disgust in her consciousness, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then he explained sternly to her: "This is a war, I will do whatever it takes. ”

His vocal cords had been severed, and his voice was forcibly squeezed out of the lobes of his lungs, coupled with the wheezing sound of pain, which was very hoarse and unpleasant, and indistinct, like two rough stones rubbing against each other, and every word he said had to bring out a puddle of blood foam, which could really be said to be blood in every word.

He insisted on making this explanation because he wanted to sue her, this was his attitude, and neither Ling Chi nor a more terrifying punishment could make him surrender in this war.

Sangsang opened his eyes and began a conversation in his consciousness.

"Present your conditions. ”

"Come with me. ”

"Where to go?"

"As long as it's not in the Xiling Temple. ”

"Why?"

"Because apart from here, the world is the world, what the teacher has not done, I, as a student, naturally have to help finish it, you are originally my woman, of course I want to turn you into a real person, come with me, don't forget that after getting married, we haven't spent our honeymoon yet. ”

"You think that's going to threaten me?"

"How? Can you keep jumping?"

Ning Que's answer was a little inexplicable, but Sang Sang could understand it, many years ago when he was in Weicheng, Ning Que said that there was something called a movie in his world.

She woke up and walked to the terrace with her hands in her hands.

Ning Que noticed that the plump body in the prosperous Tsing Yi trembled slightly, and knew that he had finally survived the battle tonight.

"You heal my wounds first, you will always die if you bleed too much, and if I die, you can't even be a widow, you must be buried with me, but you can't be careless. ”

He looked at her somewhat lonely back and said silently.

At this time, the morning sun is gradually coming, and the terrace can be seen in the distant mountains.

She stood on the terrace, silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "You think you won?"

In Ning Quelai, since she didn't dare to kill herself, then in this war, she would always be invincible, as long as she could not die, then there would be no real failure, this is not the philosophy of the academy, but the truth he and she learned in the wasteland in Minshan.

The morning light fell on Sangsang's face, the snow white and red halo were so clear, like the peach blossoms on the mountainside, and the ordinary eyebrows and eyes looked so beautiful and charming.

This night was a long time for Ning Que, and it was also a long time for her, she also endured a lot of pain, and consumed a lot of divine power in order to prevent Ning Que from dying.

Her eyebrows and eyes were a little tired, she waved her hand, and a piece of bluestone flew from the mountain peaks on the side, flew into the Temple of Light, and smashed directly into Ning Que's body.

Ning Que was smashed unconscious.

Although she can't kill him for the time being, she can knock him unconscious, and the human being in a coma, no matter how bold and shameless she is, there is no way to carry out the intention, of course, although she is Haotian, there is no way to make a human in a coma experience despair and pain, this is a tie.

There are no losers and no winners in this war.

This war will inevitably continue, and no one knows how long it will last, and it may last forever, until the sea withers and the rocks rot, or the white head grows old together.

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(Today, the leader is going back to the Northeast, accompanied her to the airport, ran for a day, and finally went home, because the flight was canceled, the leader was naturally unhappy, and I was also under a lot of mental pressure...... Anyway, I really like these chapters, that's how it feels, yes, that's what I want. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member to recommend this work, your support is my biggest motivation. )