He couldn't imagine that the eyes of a person who was good at slaughtering anger could be so beautiful and clean at this moment.

The flames under those eyes were so deep that they looked so faint and small that they shattered when the wind blew lightly.

He didn't know why he would associate the word weak with Wu Ying.

The palm of the hand that was propped between her hair suddenly moved slightly, as if it wanted to raise its hand to touch her cheek.

The arm was raised slightly, but he saw the eyelashes of the person under him, and after looking at the sharp blade but now soft and slender eyes stained with lust and pain, he was a little pitiful, like a frightened young beast stepping into a trap.

Biting his lip and enduring it, the appearance of slightly raising his fair neck and inhaling is actually making people's hearts throb.

The palm that had just been raised was quietly lowered again, for fear of breaking her.

Ling Tiansu has a pair of eyes that can see at night like day, but at the moment he is covered in the quilt, but he feels that this darkness is a bit of an eyesore.

The night was deep, and I didn't know where to go.

The chaotic thoughts drifted to the distant years with the sound.

It's as if you're back in the dark and bright year.

He turned around and fell in front of her with blood, there was no emotion under the empty eyes of the bloody hole, the indifferent and alienated breath made people timid, the clean taste of blood, but people couldn't help but want to get close, and then secretly took a bite and quietly ate it into the stomach.

I remember that at that time, she was so clumsy that she opened her hands and hugged his arms, and for the first time in her life knew what a tension was in the complex emotions of the Santu River, and for the first time she knew what the deer was bumping into.

She didn't dare to grind her lips on his cheeks, but only dared to bite his flesh with her white teeth, and like other ghost babies, all living beings, including the box at the bottom of the river, felt that she was just eating bloody.

But who knows, what she is hungry for is not the empty stomach pouch, but the empty heart that has nothing left except the fawn.

I still remember that time, in that bloody picture, under the indifferent face of the emperor Wushuang, there were slight shallow smile lines, and the blood on his cheeks was hideously curled, but he smiled innocently and purely, and touched her bloodstained lips with that clean palm.

She is clearly a dirty evil that makes even Yin soldiers creepy and feels vicious.

But this emperor, who was as bright and clean as the dawn and the moon, touched her lips with his fingers lazily and said with a smile: "You little guy has a good appetite, and it is really remarkable that you have grown hands and feet." ”

Just like the relaxed words of a scholar in the countryside who casually praised his student's good endorsement today, in this blood-colored infernal hell, the smile that bloomed from his blood-stained and indifferent face was the most beautiful scenery she had ever seen in her life.

It was like a scene from another world that should have been yellowed and old in the picture scroll of memory, but at this moment, it responded very clearly in my mind.

The pale lips suddenly warmed, covered by a soft finger, and a chuckle suddenly came out of the darkness, but the young man who was oppressing her was saying to her at this moment: "You can still be distracted at this time, are you underestimating me?"

"Hmm......" Wu Ying snorted softly, and her pale and thin lips became more and more obvious.

He gently hooked her chin, his gaze fell on her cold lips, and his narrow fox eyes narrowed into an unfathomable curve: "Huh, why do you look like you are begging for a kiss?"

Without warning, Ling Tiansu suddenly lowered his head, and he was close to her

, the lips of the two were suddenly separated by a piece of rice paper.

He exhaled softly, and his fox eyes became more and more ambiguous and deep.

Wu Ying didn't know why, but she looked like she couldn't breathe, her cold and pale lips pursed and pursed, and her slightly open lips bit a moan, trembling and trembling, like a stamen on a treetop branch that was frightened by the wind.

She couldn't speak: "Woo...... No, I don't...... I want to kiss you, I'm just ...... Some just want to drink water. ”

When it came to drinking water, Ling Tiansu remembered the cup of deadly tea that he had almost fed out just now, and a trace of guilt rose in his heart for no reason: "Are you very thirsty?" I'll bring you a cup of tea." ”

But who knows, Wu Ying didn't know where he got the strength to hug him tightly.

Ling Tiansu looked at him in surprise, and then smiled: "It was you who just said that you didn't want me, and now it's you who hugs me so tightly, Wu Ying, what do you want me to do." ”

Hearing that he even had her name with his surname, he was neither unfamiliar nor intimate, and she knew that this name represented Wu Yue's crown prince and his enemy in this life.

Since she is an enemy, since she is a prince, can she continue to disguise herself under an unknown secret, and then be willful for a while.

Her heart swelled with greedy cowardice, brave impulse, her eyes closed, and at this time she was selectively uncowardly: "This prince wants you to sleep tonight, I don't want you to go, and I don't want to be separated from you." So...... Well, you can go on. ”

The words are exactly the prince's commanding tone and style on weekdays, but the trembling and soft voice like a magnetic cake sounds like a soft pleading.

What's even more powerful is that in Ling Tiansu's eyes, she clearly saw that after she finished saying this, the unnatural and cowardly taste of heart that appeared in her eyes, at the end, it seemed that she wanted to learn the way of the monarch in the court, and then give a date after a big stick.

Her little hand hiding behind her and pulling the quilt with a little bit of caution pulled the strand of silver hair he draped over her shoulders, and pulled it gently, the action was as cute as some fluffy and soft little animal, but her voice was deliberately indifferent and proud: "Don't leave me." ”

The deliberate disguise is just like the usual performance, and the mask of the prince Wu Ying is overlaid, so perfect that there is almost no trace of fit.

Keling Tiansu is no one, and if he was in the day, he might have been coaxed by her cold eyes, but at this moment, Wu Ying was just a serious and cowardly, useless little girl in his eyes.

He sneered disdainfully in his heart, and made a firm attitude that I was going to leave you.

Seeing Wu Ying's face panicked, her already soft but deliberately pretending to be indifferent voice suddenly became softer, and with a little begging, she added three words: "Okay?"

But all the words in the world, with the soft word 'good or not' at the end, will make everything in this world become good and gentle.

Ling Tiansu was naturally no exception, he lazily lifted his eyes, and slowly lifted the corner of the brocade quilt with one palm, some wanted to see through the light to see Wu Ying's appearance clearly at this moment.

The brocade was opened, and by coincidence, the candle flame burning in the house was extinguished, and the bright hall was suddenly quiet.

It turned out that the tear candle had already filled the lampstand, and the wick burned to the end, turning into the last ember in the candle.

Only the fire in the fireplace, like an eternal holy fire, burns unquenched.

The fireworks are unknown, the gray bed, the brocade quilt, and Wu Ying's face are cast a large shadow, hazy and mysterious.

As the breeze lifted the white veil curtains, a gloom, the pale skin as white as snow was revealed inch by inch

Come, it's a little pale.

Ling Tiansu slowly raised his hand, and the pure Yuan Force controlled the tea in the pot to pour it into the cup by itself, and his fingers hooked lightly, and the teacup fell steadily into his palm.

He pulled Wu Ying's palm away, and then gently took her hand away from the edge of the bed, and used half a cup of tea to rejoice, and even cleaned up the wall ash that had been buckled between the nails.

He smiled heavily and said, "Go on, what do you want me to continue doing?" ”

Wu Ying thought about it seriously, with a hint of shame in her eyes, and said seriously: "It's a little cold." ”

"So what?"

"Don't go. The end of her speech trembled, and she could hear that she wanted to say a declarative sentence, but the two words slipped out of her mouth, and she was encouraged again, turning into a weak rhetorical question.

Ling Tiansu sneered, amused by her.

He hugged the little ghost baby again.

She looked at him fixedly, holding his head involuntarily with both hands, and said vaguely: "Ye Ling, Ye Ling...... I...... I think..."

Who would have imagined that under that fierce reputation, the owner of the folk black temple cursed and spurned, would be such a treasure in the world.

has been covered with dust for a long time, and after being slowly pushed away by a pair of hands, although it is only the tip of the iceberg, it has already made people taste the sweetness of the black killing.

Wu Ying's white hands that crawled out of the blood sea hell scratched between his backs in a daze, leaving red marks.

Hot sweat stained his hair, silver hair stuck to his skin, he buried his head between her heart, rubbed the tip of his nose against the three-petaled flower on her skin like a tattoo, and said in a dumb voice: "Wu Ying, what did you just say?"

She opened a pair of miserable blood pupils, crying a layer of water, she seemed to hesitate for a long time, thought for a long time, and then lowered her head.

The soft lips bit his ear, and a hungry cry came from his throat: "I...... I want to bully you, kiss you, and ......"

The pitch-black flower in her heart outlined a strange outline in the firelight, and her eyes kept alternating between confusion and clarity, biting his ear and gasping: "Eat you." ”

Ling Tiansu's shoulders suddenly trembled, as if he was laughing secretly.

He gently pushed Wu Ying away, looked at her burning gaze, and said, "Aren't you doing this now?"

Wu Ying suddenly leaned down and took a bite on his chin: "It's not enough, it's not like this." ”

Ling Tiansu was stunned for a moment, this guy seemed to ...... Consciousness and emotion sink into another chaotic spiritual level.

If it was the same Wu Ying in the past, it would never be possible to be so presumptuous at this time.

She choked up and said sadly, "Why don't you cry?"

Ling Tiansu thought he had misheard: "What?"

The skin around her neck was wet and wet with tears, and she was only heard to say, "It doesn't taste good to be eaten, I bullied you, why don't you just refuse to cry?" ”

Ling Tiansu smiled and said, "You don't have the ability to bully me into crying." ”

Ling Tiansu saw her pale and slender neck rolling slightly, she looked at him, there was no expression on her face, but her misty eyes were full of grievances: "You let me bully, okay?"

(ps: Readers, the cuties, let Beibei bully it, okay?)