Wen Hanwei subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to cover her cheeks, but found that the little hand she had clenched into a fist was tightly clasped in the palm of her hand by Brian's cold palm.

He was obedient, did not get the blood everywhere, and carefully rolled the blood that spilled out of his lips into his lips with the tip of his tongue.

But it was inevitable that it would touch the skin around her neck again.

It is clear that the blood qi in her body has not reached the point of loss, but Wen Hanwei feels as if her whole body strength has been drained, and she can't even hold her fists.

Feel...... It's weird.

The palm pressed against the back of her neck seemed to feel her gradually softening, unable to stand still.

In order to facilitate the "breakfast", the hand slid along her back very smartly, and finally held her slender waist strongly, and took it into her arms a little strongly.

The two of them clenched their chests tightly against each other, and the Afu rabbit, whose ears were lowered, was squeezed into the mountains and remained motionless.

The rabbit's face was expressionless, and the three-petal mouth moved quickly, looking like he was loveless.

Wen Hanwei suddenly felt that her fist that was difficult to clench was stretched open by his cold and slender fingers.

A thin layer of sweat appeared in her palms.

The amber eyes were like a layer of moisture on the humid morning morning.

It's really strange that when I fed him blood last night, it wasn't like this.

I don't know how long it took, but her chest next to his cold body began to rise and fall restlessly and anxiously, and she bit her lip, on the verge of being unable to bear it anymore.

The cold lips and fangs finally left her skin, leaving two red dots like cinnabar marks between the snowy skin.

After eating, the stomach pouch was no longer empty and weak, and Brian's confused consciousness began to regain clarity.

He lifted his head from her neck in amazement.

The scarlet pupils had long since faded and turned into clear black, his eyes were confused, and the corners of his lips still had a striking residual red.

The sweet and fragrant sweetness on the tip of his tongue, and the two red marks on his snow-white skin, silently told him what he had just done.

If it were still a normal human being, Baili Pazing would be shocked into a cold sweat.

Among the branches and leaves of the morning breeze, a snow-white wildflower stretched out, which still closed into an open flower bone under the morning dew, trembling against the cold wind and releasing a cool fragrance.

Wen Hanwei's chaotic breathing lingered in his ears.

One hand rested limply on his shoulder, while the other remained as if he was pressed against the tree with his fingers.

Her fingers were long and thin, and the skin on her fingertips was too white, I don't know if it was because of the panting or something else, and the light nails were a faint red.

What's even worse is that Fang Cai was too focused on eating and sucking blood, and only later found that Wen Hanwei's blood-stained white clothes were already ambiguously messy at the moment.

Half of the shirt on the shoulders was pulled off a few inches at some point, revealing a delicate and small collarbone, almost dazzling the eyes.

"Wen ...... Sister, I ......" Brian suddenly felt the urge to hit the tree.

The person who said that he didn't need to have a neck and just a finger was clearly him.

It's like someone taking the initiative to send it to the door, and he has to pretend to show her a face that wants to welcome and refuse, and is a decent gentleman.

In the end, he shamelessly took the initiative to gnaw his neck and gnaw more than anyone else, not too petty and frivolous.

Forget about gnawing and biting, how to explain the current situation of this frivolous person.

Wen Hanwei pulled her hand out of his palm, waved it at him, and then pulled back the slippery shirt to cover the neckline.

Her face was flushed, and her voice was tense: "No, no, no, this corpse is so poisonous, I can't stand this." ”

She saw sweat on her forehead, and the cold wind in the secluded forest and valley in the early morning could hardly extinguish the heat.

The eyes were cold, and a thin layer of peach blossom color appeared at the end of the eyes.

Wen Hanwei's eyes were a little distressed, her white fingers grabbed the neckline, and she couldn't help scratching the wound with her nails, and her voice was a little depressed and confused: "It's so burning, I feel like there are small insects drilling around in the wound, it's so hot, the wound is so itchy, that strange feeling goes straight to my heart, how can this be?"

Brian looked at the woman in his arms and slowly raised her damp eyes, the clear eyes were not deliberately seductive, but they were a little scorching.

The originally cold voice was now only a soft taste, which swirled into Bailian's ears with the wind.

His heart jumped, and he frowned and flipped open her fingers that were tickling the wound, and looked down to check the injury, and his tone couldn't help but carry a bit of heavy self-reproach.

"Is the corpse poison so powerful? it can't even withstand the body of an immortal, Sister Wen, Taixuanzong has a way to expel the corpse poison. ”

Just looked carefully, the two small wounds were bright red, and there was no black and blue.

This meant that the corpse poison between his fangs had been purified by the blood in her body the moment it bit through her skin.

Odd......

Brian couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

Wen Hanwei gently pushed him away, as if distressed, as if contemplative, put her fingers into her lips and bit her nails, thinking about it.

She finally came to a conclusion, raised her eyes and looked at Brian seriously, "I may be sick and feverish." ”

"Huh?" Brian was a little stupid: "Do immortals also get sick and have a fever?"

Wen Hanwei continued to bite her nails, frowned and analyzed: "The fishy wind and evil spirit in the Chaotic Valley are too heavy, and there is a lot of injury in the hands of that corpse demon, so it is not surprising that the disease demon has a chance to take advantage of it. ”

She sighed, her eyes gradually cleared and resolute: "It seems that the cultivation is still too shallow, such a weak body, no wonder it can't compare to the senior brothers and sisters, and they can only rank in the name of the Ninth Classic." ”

"Yes...... Is that so?" said Brian, who always felt as if something was wrong.

"Hmm. Wen Hanwei nodded seriously.

She was a little unwilling to say: "I thought that after more than 200 years of retreat and practice, I would be able to shorten the distance between my senior brothers and sisters, but it can be seen that I am still too weak after losing in a series of battles today." ”

Brian also fell into a short thought, and then cheered her on: "That corpse demon called Sikong, his strength can't be measured by normality at all, I think he should be stronger than all the Taixuan Nine Sutras combined, it's not a shame for you to lose to him, Sister Wen is already very powerful." ”

Wen Hanwei's tightly knit eyebrows were still unresolved, and she hummed absentmindedly, and then asked, "Have you eaten enough?"

I wanted to add a sentence if I didn't have enough to eat.

But when I think of his powerful fangs, I still forget it.

Fang Cai's weak appearance is really too different from his usual self.

Brian was a little overwhelmed by the sudden change in topic, he was stunned, then coughed lightly twice, and nodded sheepishly.