Wearing a book with white moonlight, the sick villain can be a wolf and milk!

Chapter 124 He—Is it Qin Sangyao?
His face was close to Ning Yinzhu, getting closer and closer.

The fine long eyelashes stared at Ning Yinzhu closely, and his face was cold and greasy.

Ning Yinzhu flinched.

Qin Sangyao immediately put his arms on Ning Yinzhu's sides, and then lowered his eyes and kissed Ning Yinzhu's cheek.

"A-Ning, don't you miss me?"

He seemed to have a trace of repressed grievance, and he pressed his daughter's face coldly at night.

"Although I see you smiling during the day, I still think of you as soft and tender, and you are deeply in love with each other."

The young man is thin and cool, Qin Sangyao occasionally feels cold at night.

Ning Yinzhu felt the feeling of Qin Sangyao's pressure on her body. She knew that when she was a teenager, she was depressed, and she also knew that a teenager was sometimes arrogant, and when she loved him, her anger would show up at times, and she was unruly.

At night, people's senses are magnified, and Ning Yinzhu can hear Qin Sangyao's deep, slow, and exciting words that contain emotion.

"I know that Ah Ning is entangled and can't let go, but the deity can't help it."

Qin Sangyao's fingertips entered her hair slightly, he loved to be close to Ning Yinzhu.

The voice seemed to whisper in her ears.

"I want to be with you all the time." Qin Sang lowered her eyes, when An Xin was by her side, her hostility was reduced, and there was a tingle, soft and docile like a cat.

"I used to not be afraid of a person, and I was not afraid of pain at all. When someone offends me, I will fight back. I am very hostile, arrogant and arrogant."

He held the little girl's hand firmly.

"You don't know." Qin Sangyao said in detail, the pinnae of her ears were a little red, and every word and every word caught the listener's heart.

"I'm a weirdo, everyone has lust, I get angry, I go crazy, I sometimes wanton, but you, I..."

Qin Sangyao knocked his head on Ning Yinzhu's forehead, and spoke softly.

"When I was vulnerable at night, I was afraid that you would not be with me anymore. I was really afraid of losing. You know, people like me, my mind is always agitated, and I don't like to calm down."

"If you dare to leave, I will kill you."

I was locked in the house when I was young, and the pain was unbearable. Many times I felt that the surrounding scenery was a knife cutting my cheek.

Indifferent and willful, arrogant and arrogant.

But sometimes, when he saw the girl's warmth and calmness, he suddenly became afraid and panicked.

Within a year, this infrequent, fragile thought sounded, and he felt unwilling.

Not willing to let go.

Ning Yinzhu's pupils were facing Qin Sangyao, looking at the expression in his pupils, there was light in them.

"Xiao Langjun." Ning Yinzhu's voice was clear and soft, and she spoke weakly. She still had to comfort him and calm him down.

"I know, I know."

Ning Yinzhu took the initiative to hug Qin Sangyao's neck, then put her palms around Qin Sangyao's shoulders, and said.

"Xiao Langjun, we don't need to talk about our feelings, just tell me all your feelings."

Qin Sangyao raised her chin slightly, and met Ning Yinzhu's eyes that were shining with spring water, her eyes were bright.

Ning Yinzhu's snow-white face moved closer to Qin Sangyao's ear, whispering, like a crystal butterfly hitting Qin Sangyao's heart.

"I'm here."

Qin Sangyao's throat was inexplicably sore, and then he pressed Ning Yinzhu's neck hard.

lying trough-

"Xiao Langjun is fragile now, don't you hate it?"

... Crazy criticism really is, trembling.

Will she hate him.

"Little Lang." Ning Yinzhu took the initiative to kiss Qin Sangyao's lips, and then put her palm on Qin Sangyao's smooth collarbone.

"Do you remember that you celebrated my birthday? You like me. I cried before. It was you who took me to relax. Did you think you didn't like me then?"

Qin Sangyao grunted and spoke.

"I have always liked it, so if you dare to leave, I will kill you."

"Yes." Ning Yinzhu's finger slid onto the back of Qin Sangyao's neck, looking at him seriously with her peachy face

"If you like it, the fragility of the person you like will only hurt you. So, now, I am firm and love you."

Qin Sangyao suddenly felt another blow to his heart.

[System: Drip - the current favorability value of the target person is 99.8]

Ning Yinzhu was not listening to the system, but looked at Qin Sangyao.

"I feel sorry for you now, Mr. Xiao Lang."

Ning Yinzhu took the initiative to kiss Qin Sangyao's lips again, moaning and moaning.

Qin Sangyao's hands also gradually touched Ning Yinzhu's waist, and then leaned his head against her neck.

"Aning..."

I love you, I mean, I love you.

At night, the two hugged each other tightly, when Qin Sang kissed the girl's neck.

If you want, marry later.

He doesn't mind giving her everything.

……

The next day, with the sound of birds chirping, countless flower petals hit the courtyard——

Ning Yinzhu tasted the crystal porridge, then looked at Qin Sangyao who stepped in from the door.

The sky is bright, his eyebrows are wanton, proud, his body is loose, and his slender fingers are holding the sword.

High spirits.

"A'Ning." Qin Sang tilted his head, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"The Linji Contest has been changed today."

Well, Ning Yinzhu stood up slowly.

Ning Yinzhu remembered that the original book talked about the arrogance of a young man, wanton and unrestrained.

Coming to the contest, white clothes fluttering——

Qin Sangyao had sharp brows, wearing a goose yellow robe today, she looked quite breezy and bright.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes twinkling.

Ning Yinzhu raised her small face, then drew a talisman, smiled, and said.

"good luck."

Qin Sangyao held Ning Yinzhu's hand tightly, and then lay on her neck, whispering.

"Okay, Miss Ning, look at me

First. "

Don't, Ning Yinzhu thought to herself that second time would be fine.

On the platform of the Eight Immortals, flying cranes swim proudly from the sky, and Yutao stands upright on the list.

The last match.

Hua Zhiyu, Qin Sangyao, Rong Qun, Gu Yang.

With the golden thread sorted——

Ning Yinzhu was relieved a little, according to these words.

Her young man will be second!
Watching the battle on the Eight Immortals Terrace, it was crowded and serious.

First, Qin Sangyao came on stage, Ning Yinzhu tensed up, then clenched his fist and said.

"Xiao Langjun, come on."

Qin Sangyao entered the stage.

Rong Qun's characteristic is that his swordsmanship is strong and strong, the light waves of spiritual power are shining, and his posture is also stronger.

Qin Sangyao held the sword in his hand, resisted, and used Palm Fire with his backhand.

The fire stretched, encircling the surroundings along the tip of the sword, and intensified.

Qin Sang stared at Rong Qun in the distance from the flames.

"Come."

Qin Sangyao opened his hands slightly, and Rong Qun struck in the air.

Qin Sang took a few steps back and concentrated on it clearly.

He tilted his head slightly, and fireworks appeared in the palm of his bamboo-like palm.

Qin Sangyao waved his hand, and countless blue flames rushed towards Rong Qun.

Ning Yinzhu looked at Hua Zhiyu and Qin Sangyao with frowned eyebrows, and exchanged glances with Li Susu.

Qin Sangyao stood on the soles of his feet, and then waved the sword in his hand.

Aftermath tremors—

Ning Yinzhu smiled in satisfaction, and some people on the stage changed their expressions.

"This internal force is palm fire." Hua Zhiyu couldn't help but frowned, and then looked at Ning Yinzhu.

"What's wrong?" Ning Yinzhu's heart sank, with a bad premonition.

Li Susu spoke weakly.

"Only people from the Devil's Cult, whose bodies and bones are different from ordinary people, can use a spirit platform to produce strange-colored flames."

"He... is Qin Sangyao, right?!"

(End of this chapter)