long night walk

Chapter 456

Seeing him like this, the cold and desolate dark color in Ah Rao's eyes began to become more blurred and dangerous.

She breathed heavily, and said in a low voice: "Master misunderstood again, Ah Rao is not angry, I have endured it long enough, it is not a sudden impulse, but a long-term attachment to Master has become useless , the world has no solution."

She was like a vine full of enchanting dangers, tightly entangled him without giving him a way out: "I am not a god with clear and clear six desires."

She suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed his palm into the flowers on the side of his cheek, interlocking her fingers, her pupils in the dark night were filled with shocking and intense colors.

She was extremely serious, even though she was afraid, she said without hesitation: "Master."

"I want you."

"I want it now."

"I don't want to wait for a moment."

She wrapped him so tightly, like a fish that couldn't get out of the water, her will to swallow him was so firm, it made people panic.

How could this be?
He opened his eyes wide in bewilderment, unable to speak.

And Ah Rao didn't intend to give him another chance to speak, as things had come to an end, she didn't want to gradually boil the frog in warm water.

She has always been paranoid and crazy, since she is afraid and looking forward to eating the master.

It's better to carry it through to the end without leaving any room for it.

The wind blowing from the distant mountains makes the trees bleak and crouching. In the chaotic night, there are tree shadows shaking like ghosts. The sky that has been calm and decaying seems to make the sound of the last dying anger. For a while, lightning flashes and thunder ripped apart the long night.

Dark clouds hang down, lightning roars, once fallen and dimmed stars all twinkle and shine, and the surging galaxy hangs like a silver dragon in the sky, silently angrily denouncing the disrespectful behavior of this last demon king.

She is the king of the devil world.

He is the god of heaven.

She is a disciple.

He is a respected teacher.

The layer of relationship that is hard to change in life and death was brutally torn apart by her own hands.

He opened his eyes wide in a daze, looking at the sky where thousands of stars lit up and disappeared, and the things he held in his heart seemed to be emptied.

It shouldn't be like this...

"Master, I like you." She liked Master's body temperature.

She got Master's precious first time.

She has never had a moment to truly possess him like now.

She is a devil, and she is very guilty of desecrating the master who is like a celestial being and an immortal.

But what to do.

She still wants to continue to dirty him, leaving all traces of her on his body and soul!

She knew that this was a morbid and paranoid love, destined not to receive any response.

But she still wanted to taste Master thoroughly inside and out, even if it was bloody, withered, and cruel, she would like it very much.

Fang Geyu looked at the empress in the palace in the ice coffin, Yun Rong's face was already indescribably frighteningly cold.

She had never seen that sword-crazy girl who was as carefree as a crane and looked at her like a cloud, her eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The beautiful eyeballs are all red.

From the looks of it, if she could come out, she might have given that traitor to Ling Chi at the very first moment!
Fang Geyu's heart is very tired, and he also feels that such a Yunrong is very pitiful.

This love has just opened, and the husband belongs to someone else.

If you know today, why should you be in the beginning.

A Rao turned a blind eye to that gaze, and clasped her hands around his neck, watching the eyelashes painted in thick ink by the master deeply closed, trembling, she whispered in his ear: "Master, who endured so much , isn't it uncomfortable?"

His tightly closed face was slowly turned red by her shameless teasing.

Her face was full of triumphant smiles, her smile no longer looked like that violent demon king, but more like a stealing kitten, her voice was soft: "Master, it hurts a lot."

He finally couldn't bear her more and more wanton words, opened his eyes and stared at her, but his breathing was disordered, his ears were so red: "If it hurts, then get out!"

Ah Rao smiled lightly, went to bite his earlobe, and held his hand like a rascal: "Don't go down, Master is caught in the wind and cold, so don't move if you don't move, Ah Rao will warm you up."

He seemed to be completely held tightly in the palm of his hand by this rebel, this feeling was extremely exciting and difficult.

Ah Rao's blue hair danced wildly, his long eyes narrowed deeply, his expression seemed to please her, a blush appeared on his exquisite and enchanting face.

At night, the Qing song echoes.

Yun Rong, who was separated by a thick layer of ice coffin, was pale and looked about to collapse.

All ten fingers drew a few pale white marks on the thick ice, and she felt that her eyes were flickering, and her heart was violently suffocated, and she couldn't breathe out.

Opening his mouth, what came out was an unstoppable scarlet, dotted on the frosty ice.

An indescribable pain spread from the bottom of my heart.

At this moment, she seemed to hear that her sword heart, which was immortal for thousands of years, began to collapse inch by inch.

Yun Rong seemed to be in a state of panic, with a look of pain on her face, her eyebrows were tightly frowned, then she slowly squeezed her heart tightly with the palm of her hand, her lips and teeth were full of fishy sweetness.

Her sword heart was transparent and shattered.

On weekdays, the style of the sword master is strict, and he has been practicing alone in the mountains all the year round. Today, the stimulation is really different. He hates the feeling that his body is controlled by desire, and he is about to be overwhelmed by shame.

He was so stimulated that his teeth were chattering, and he was a little annoyed at her willingness to fall: "Sinister! Who taught you such nonsense! Uh... Sinister!"

He was yelling angrily, but he caught a glimpse of blood from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He looked in the direction of Yunrong, and saw Yunrong's pale and sad face amidst the scarlet blood.

The starlight in her eyes has dimmed.

"Senior Sister..." He stretched out his palms in her direction vainly, and then realized how embarrassed he looked at the moment, and the raised hand fell back powerlessly into the flowers, his eyes were red: "Don't Look, Senior Sister..."

"Don't look..."

Yun Rong was very obedient and slowly squatted down with red eyes, buried her face in her knees, and squatted in a small world.

Sure enough, in this doomsday world, the gods are also doomed.

His eyes were all red, and he scratched the sharp thorn barbs with his palm, and the blood dripped randomly. The pain made his arm regain some strength, and he hugged Ah Rao's soft waist suddenly, and took a revengeful mouthful. Biting her Xuerun's fragrant shoulder, blood overflowed, panting and said: "Don't move, it feels... so strange, so uncomfortable... Don't move."

Ah Rao was very pleasantly surprised by this proactive and intimate hug, she whispered in his ear: "Hiding the sword..."

(End of this chapter)