"The senior brother likes you, what does it have to do with others?" Mu Ci lazily raised his eyebrows, supported the girl with one hand and pressed the person against the tree. From a distance, he seemed to hug the person in his arms. His tail sound slightly hooked, with a bit of a sensational meaning: "Young sister don't have to worry, I'm chasing you."

The girl pursed her soft lips very lightly, and the ink-colored hair was gently blown up by the wind. A few strands of shadows at the ends of her hair fell faintly in her pupils, like the frozen pool water under the moon, gradually melting away when the first beam of light at dawn fell.

She held down the young man's fair wrist, and her voice was always clear and solemn: "The senior brother asked me to consider it."

At least,

It should have been after he knew something.

"The junior sister is ready to think about it." Mu Ci sniffed a long breath, and his breath fell down. His eyebrows and eyes were delicate and evil, like the young master of Ma Gui in the scroll. He slowly bent his eyes, almost overflowing with freedom: "Senior brother is waiting here."

The wind rustled and the forest rustled.

…

It's night,

In the room,

The window was not open, only a trace of moonlight struggled to penetrate into the dim light.

The Demon Lord sat cross-legged, running the demonic energy in his body, the red-clothed ink hair danced without wind, and black mist almost faintly overflowed from his body. The pale and delicate face disappeared in the darkness, a bit charming and strange.

Hun Shang was placed aside by her, and a slight sound of sword sound was made. The blood-red sword body trembled slightly, and it would be out of the sheath at any time.

suddenly,

A trace of blood spilled out of the corner of the Demon Lord's lips.

She opened her eyes, rubbed her fingertips across the blood at the corner of her lips, and her blood-red eyes were so deep that she couldn't see the bottom.

This is not good for the magic cultivator's forbidden technique, and the sequelae are a bit strong.

Ranbai's body was now chilling, and the coldness that almost penetrated into his bones made every nerve ending tremble.

She walked out of the room calmly, and the blood in her eyes had not faded for a long time.

She walked towards the hot spring on the back mountain of Duanyuan Peak. The water of Duanyuan Spring has a certain medicinal property and can suppress the demonic energy that runs in her body to a certain extent.

The girl in red stepped on the moonlight, her expression was not real. She just saw a figure in the hot spring while approaching the hot spring.

The man was in the hot spring, his figure looming, hidden in the fog, and his young bewitching.

Ranbai licked his lips slowly, his eyes darkening.

This scene is really familiar.

Yu Chen obviously realized that someone was there. He went ashore the next second, wearing a loose and clean snow coat, with stunning eyebrows and a cold temperament.

"Master." The girl in red stared at him, with a shimmering light in her peach blossom eyes, and she seemed a dangerous dullness for no reason. Every word lingers out of the ambiguousness between her lips and teeth, and an ambiguousness that cannot be ignored.

Yu Chen looked at the girl's excessively pale face, her eyes were deep and cold, and she obviously felt abnormality on Ranbai's body. He whispered: "What's wrong with you?"

Ranbai suddenly reached out and hugged the fairy king's thin waist. She looked more and more beautiful under the loose white clothes. She pressed her side face against Yu Chen's chest, narrowed her eyes slightly, and a sound that was almost whispering: "I'm so cold, Master..."

Her movements were too unexpected, and Yu Chen did not avoid it for a while. The temperature of the girl almost touched him was abnormally cold, as if in March and September, the deep sea was infiltrating.

Yu Chen's eyes were slightly condensed, and he did not push Ranbai away directly, but directly grabbed the girl's wrist and put his fingertips on her pulse.

But the Demon Lord's vein was extremely chaotic at this moment, and there was no way to tell anything.

"Cold." She stuck to him, hugging the demon of the Immortal Lord, rubbing Yu Chen like a greedy temperature, and muttering a word lazily.

The girl buried her face on Yu Chen's neck, rubbing it like a cat, her soft cheeks pressed against his beautiful neckline, and the temperature was cold.

Such actions are offensive and ambiguous, making the immortal king slightly stiff.

"So be awake." He clasped her wrist and said slowly, his tone was gentle and calm, with a three-point indifference. He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl, took the person to the hot spring, and said patiently: "Down, it will help you heal your wounds."

Ranbai hugged him without letting go, stared at him straight, hitting into Yu Chen's eyes, and then suddenly pulled the hot springs out with force.

Yu Chen was not prepared for a while until he was taken to the water.

Water splashed everywhere, and mist was swept in the hot spring, and two figures were hidden.

"Master..." The man was almost whispering in his ears, his red lips almost pressed against his ears, and the breath he exhaled came to his face, and his voice was full of intimacy and lingering.

The fairy king's white clothes invaded the water, slightly wet, his hair floating in the water, his eyebrows were clear and breeze, and he frowned faintly. He was about to help Ran Baiyu directly, but he didn't expect the girl to move the absurdly in the next second.

Ranbai clasped Yu Chen's cold and thin wrists and pressed the person directly on the jade wall at the edge of the hot spring, tangled against the person's clothes. Under the moonlight, the two figures were vaguely intertwined, and the mist rose, which was very ambiguous.

Her whole body was so cold that the biting coldness came like sea water, frozen her. Only Yu Chen's body was warm and had a comfortable breath.

The Demon Lord's eyes were shimmering, almost overflowing black, and a dark color was deposited. She betrayed her master and bravely pressed the immortal king whom the world admired and dared not desecrate on the hot spring stone wall. Her thin lips really fell on Yu Chen's white and clear earlobes. She opened her lips slightly, took the part of the earlobe, and gently curled the tip of her bright red tongue.

Based on the premise that Yu Chen is completely awake.

The soft touch at the earlobe made Yu Chen suddenly stiffen. The always sober and self-sustaining thinking seemed to fall into some kind of blank misunderstanding, collapsed in an instant, and the deep eyes that had always been calm seemed to stir up waves.

He forgot any action and looked at the girl close to him, who was the only apprentice he personally accepted.

The Demon Lord had no intention of stopping like this. Her eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the fog, and her long eyelashes were stained with fog and half covered her eyes. She stared at the dark blue blood vessels on the Immortal Lord's neck, which were clear and fragile, and could easily cause people's desire to destroy and want to tear them apart.

Her lips were down along the line of his earlobe, landing on the beautiful and slender neckline of the Immortal Lord. She opened her mouth and bit it hard, and the snow-white teeth almost pierced his blood vessels and bit on the cold white and delicate neck.

The stinging pain invaded Yu Chen's thinking, and in addition to the cold pain, there was also a bit of trembling that could not be ignored, almost making his fingertips soft.

Her movements were cold and ambiguous, and biting marks fell on Yu Chen's neck like a kiss, leaving red marks on his originally cold white skin, painting freely.

All Yu Chen's rationality was defeated in an instant. He was stunned by the girl's movements and did not push them away at the first time. He fell into a chaotic and unknown mood for the first time. With the fine pain, the numbness that swept across his body was completely irresistible. Yu Chen groaned in a low and muffled manner.
Chapter completed!