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

Chapter 83 To Huaqing
"You were still treating me before..." Qin Sangyao pressed Ning Yinzhu against the tree, his tone became colder a few degrees, and he raised his eyes.

"My heart hurts, you know that?"

Ning Yinzhu bit her lip, and then couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Her eye sockets were reddish, because the huge sourness in her heart was slowly eroding her, as if a tree was shedding its branches and leaves.

"Young Lord."

Ning Yinzhu's voice was humming and weak, like the whisper of a small bird.

Qin Sangyao grabbed Ning Yinzhu's neck, then looked at that lip, and bit it down.

The familiar warmth, softness and warmth, and the cold and greasy fair skin of the young man on the side of his face.

Ning Yinzhu swallowed, and Qin Sangyao kissed her again.

This kiss is long.

Ning Yinzhu couldn't help but slipped, and Qin Sangyao crazily grabbed her waist.

There was ice and snow between his brows, and he lifted Ning Yinzhu's jaw.

"My chest is sad, are you satisfied?"

Ning Yinzhu felt that there was a soreness in her eye sockets, and tears immediately fell down when Qin Sangyao lightly poked her.

Ning Yinzhu burst into tears, looking at the young boy's handsome, familiar chest like a flying goose.

This is her arm, her Qingqing.

"Xiao Langjun, Xiao Langjun." Ning Yinzhu couldn't help hugging Qin Sangyao's neck, then rubbed his neck, and said.

"I like you, and Aning likes you too."

Ning Yinzhu looked up at him, and burst into tears.

"I like Xiao Langjun too."

Ning Yinzhu took the initiative to kiss Qin Sangyao's lips, and then touched the side of Qin Sangyao's face little by little.

She cried loudly, and then said with real emotion.

"Xiao Langjun, I don't want to either, I really want to be with you forever."

The loneliness and anger in Qin Sangyao's heart were covered up by Ning Yinzhu's rain-like sadness.

He felt tingling all over, and his body was stiff.

There was only one thought in his mind just now, which was to catch Ning Yinzhu and hide him.

"A-Ning." Qin Sangyao looked at her carefully, then put his fingers on the back of her head and moved slightly.

"Why do you want to separate from me?"

Qin Sangyao rested his chin on Qin Sangyao's shoulder, a little fragile.

Ning Yinzhu suppressed it, and then put her fingertips on Qin Sangyao's back.

"Xiao Langjun, I know you are in pain."

Tears hung on Ning Yinzhu's eyelashes, like a delicate butterfly.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and then hugged Qin Sangyao's chest.

"I……"

Qin Sang stayed silent, clenched his fists tightly.

The matter of feelings is like practicing kung fu when you were young, the more you want to improve, the more bruised you will be.

Qin Sangyao calmed down for a moment, then squeezed Ning Yinzhu's wrist, and said.

"Come back with me, just be with Mr. Xiao Lang, okay?"

The voice was low, with a hint of pleading.

Ning Yinzhu's heart couldn't help trembling.

At this moment, Gu Chaozhou chased after him, then looked at Ning Yinzhu who was pressed on the tree, and said angrily.

"Qin Sangyao, what are you still pestering my junior sister for?!"

Ning Yinzhu looked at Qin Sangyao's lips and the young man's palm.

Ning Yinzhu's fingertips slid across Qin Sangyao's palm, and then pushed his chest away.

"Brother." Ning Yinzhu, like a butterfly, rushed over Qin Sangyao to Gu Chaozhou.

Gu Chaozhou was wearing a green dress and was also very tall.

Ning Yinzhu had already regarded these people in Qingyang as her family, so Ning Yinzhu came to Gu Chaozhou's side while Qin Sangyao was not paying attention.

"Little..." Ning Yinzhu swallowed the words "Xiao Langjun", then stared at Qin Sangyao.

Under the moon, his face was still stunning, and then a little thin.

His eyes were flustered, and he felt empty for a moment when he looked at the little girl just now.

Qin Sang looked back at them.

Several Qingyang disciples stood behind Gu Chaozhou, while the little girl in dark blue dress looked at him carefully.

"Qin Sangyao."

Ning Yinzhu said in a calm voice.

"I'm from Qingyang, and now I know that I can't be separated from my family because of you and me, I...the devil's religion and decentness are not compatible.

I still want to say that we cannot contact in the future.

Nothing to do. "

Ning Yinzhu pinched herself to say these words, and then looked at Qin Sangyao's expression.

It was the first time for Qin Sangyao to be so calm, Tao Ran's anger just now turned into terrifying gloom.

He moved his fingers and frowned slightly.

An air of king.

Ning Yinzhu looked at Qin Sangyao, watching the light in his eyes gradually gather.

He looked at Ning Yinzhu, his tone became cold, and his whole body seemed to have changed.

"Ok?"

A drop of red blood suddenly appeared between Qin Sangyao's eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes were also red.

"I see."

Ning Yinzhu pinched the sachet at her waist with her fingertips, and couldn't help but touch the Zhuxian Talisman.

This is what the boy gave her.

Between Qin Sangyao's eyebrows—Ning Yinzhu's heart twitched, he was inspired by the devil's bone, and the Red Devil's Day is estimated to be more turbulent like a tide tonight—

Ning Yinzhu's heart can already explore Qin Sangyao's tonight's pain.

If it weren't for this situation, Ning Yinzhu thought, she would really share his pain with Xiao Langjun.

The young man is thin and cool, the night is long.

There are two people, one is exhausted and the other is cold and sad.

Part ways.

Ning Yinzhu closed her eyes and said softly when Gu Chaozhou pinched her wrist.

"Let's go."

"it is good."

Ning Yinzhu stepped on the dead tree branches, looked forward, and walked forward.

At night, she seemed to be dreaming.

It was another world shrouded in a thick fog.

She walked in the dark night and watched a scene appear in front of her.

It was an inn—

Ning Yinzhu hugged Qin Sangyao who was beside the bed, and gently pressed Qin Sangyao's hair with her fingers.

"Xiao Langjun, don't hurt, don't hurt."

I don't know how long it took, Qin Sangyao's eyes gradually became lax, and some sweat broke out on his forehead.

Ning Yinzhu hugged him gently, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Miss Ning?" Xiao Heilian's bewitching voice stabilized Ning Yinzhu's mood.

"Xiao Langjun." Ning Yinzhu said happily.

"Are you better?"

Qin Sangyao suddenly asked Ning Yinzhu to push her, and then raised her jaw.

"One mouthful, one young gentleman." Qin Sangyao took the initiative to hold Ning Yinzhu's hand, then hugged her waist, and said.

"Since you know that I have the Red Demon Day, do you know that on this day, I will miss it very much."

"What..." Ning Yinzhu took a few steps back, resting her hands on the mattress.

"Miss Ning." Qin Sangyao grabbed Ning Yinzhu's arm.

Ning Yinzhu frowned suddenly, Qin Sangyao looked down and saw the teeth marks on the snow-white wrist.

His palm was weak, he put it down, and then his fingers slid across Ning Yinzhu's lips.The low voice seemed to carry infinite charm.

"Do you want your little gentleman?"

For the first time, Xiao Heilian took the initiative, touching Ning Yinzhu's fingers with her palm, touching between her hands.

He lowered his head, his face was like jade, his brows were proud, and his appearance was like a heavenly man.

(End of this chapter)