Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 626 Come here and lick my wounds (4)
"Ask what?"

"Follow me or not."

Young Master Xue didn't seem surprised by this answer: "Have you figured it out?"

"No." Lingjiu shrugged: "I just feel sorry if I don't ask."

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

"I know, it's hostile if you don't ask, but if you ask, there is still a chance to win him over."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

"This... Even if I say it now, it may not be the real answer." Lingjiu laughed.

Because she herself didn't know what the outcome would be.

The two of you say something to each other, the man's voice is gentle, and the woman's tone is light. If there are other people around, you will definitely feel that the atmosphere between the two is relaxed and warm.In fact, this is indeed the case, which makes Lingjiu feel miraculous - as long as Mr. Xue doesn't stare at her with hot eyes, and doesn't move his hands, getting along with him is surprisingly easy and comfortable.

"Hello?" Lingjiu bandaged the wound and pushed the man who hadn't spoken for a while: "Asleep?"

Young Master Blood closed his eyes and did not respond.

Lingjiu squinted her eyes, and laughed: "Where is the Qiankun spiritual weapon hidden?" She searched, and saw that the man was clean, except that the lower body was the only thing she didn't look at.

"Shall I take off my pants and find them for you?" There was no teasing in a soft voice.

"No need, if you really put it in such a wretched place, I think it's better not to forget it." Lingjiu breathed a sigh of relief without even pausing.

"Hehe." Provoked the blood son to laugh.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Lingjiu squinted.

Young Master Blood: "Transform your body and open your stomach for me to touch."

Lingjiu's eyes showed a fierce look: "Don't you want the left side of your face too?"

"Wild cat." Young Master Blood sighed in a low voice.

This sigh actually made Lingjiu feel spoiled, it was amazing.

"Stop talking nonsense, attract the soul of Tiancao." Lingjiu sullenly.

Master Xue really didn't talk nonsense anymore, he took out the soul-inducing Tiancao, and when he handed it to her, he reminded: "Don't rush to steal your mouth."

Lingjiu accepted it: "I want you to take care of it."

"You like to talk back to me very much." Young Master Xue's tone became cold.

Lingjiu wondered that she was not surprised or afraid, and stared at him suspiciously: "You are sorry." Why do you feel that the man is in a better mood, is it strange, is it strange?

A moment of silence.

In the end, it was Lingjiu who spoke first: "Song Xiaobai's whereabouts."

Young Master Xue raised his head, and the man with the bare chest and back was lying on his back on the long couch, his chin raised slightly, making him look naturally tall.

Lingjiu stared at him with a cold expression for a while, then his eyes turned into crescent moons with a slight bend, a natural and pure smile formed with a slight hook of the corners of his mouth, and a slap in the face with his small mouth: " Oh, Mr. Xue, look at your face, it looks like you want to dominate the world, and look at your body, you are as fair and smooth as you, and you must have a good heart—"

Young Master Xue raised his hand, indicating that she could stop.

Lingjiu blinked and blinked: "The blood is big?"

Young Master Blood beckoned.

Lingjiu leaned closer.

"Come on a bit more," said Young Master Blood.

Lingjiu moved her face closer.

That hand pinched her cheek.

"Hiss." The force was not too small, and Lingjiu reckoned that his face was about to turn red.

The man's breath is close to the ear: "The station."

Lingjiu's eyes flashed, and the man in front of him disappeared.

Her revenge was unsuccessful, she pursed her lips, pointed a finger at the empty couch, and said with a smile: "You wait."

With a red face, Lingjiu left the cave in a flash.

Not long after she left, Young Master Blood appeared on the couch again.

He looked at the direction where the spirit dove left, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and then turned into a big laugh.

If Lingjiu were here, he would see a blood-masked man in disheveled clothes, covering his stomach with one hand, and smiling happily.

He smiled and then lay down on the couch, looking up at the sky.

The blood-patterned vines on the face faded away little by little like the ebbing tide, revealing her handsome face little by little.

Touching the cat's whisker scratches on his upper cheek with one hand: "It's a little troublesome." There was a smile in the deep eyes, and the smile was like a spark, lighting up the entire sea of ​​eyes.

When the blood surface completely faded away, the cold and ferocious eyes of those deep eyes also seemed to fade away, leaving only the clearest warmth.

"How can I make Jiu'er wait?"

The wound on the man's cheek healed little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally he was so white that no trace could be seen.

He smiled elegantly, got up and put on his clothes, wearing a black long-sleeved robe, which looked like a poem and a picture from a distance, like a fairy.

All of this was like a phantom, and the man disappeared without a sound.

The monks in the city still come and go, and because today is the day when Qianqian Illusion is closed, there are more people in the city.

A little snow-white beast was galloping down the street. The female cultivator saw its beautiful appearance, and couldn't help but stop and take a few more glances.

Some villains among them thought it was the pet of an ordinary monk because of its beautiful appearance and lack of aura, so they boldly tried to snatch it away.

Lingjiu sneered in his heart, speeding up casually, and a little trick could make people fall.

Some people may ask her why she didn't rush to the station directly with her body speed, but instead jogged slowly with the body of a little beast.

Lingjiu would never admit it, she felt a little uneasy, and deliberately delayed the time to make psychological preparations.

"Roar!"

"what!"

A beast's roar and the woman's scream sounded at the same time.

Lingjiu felt a shadow enveloping him.

She looked up and saw a burning hoof.

"hiss."

In the eyes of outsiders, it was just a little snow-white beast raised its head, and moaned softly.

"Woo!" The tall and mighty ferocious beast limp on the ground like a little daughter-in-law.

"Hmph!" Lingjiu raised her chin, ignoring a group of stunned people, and walked forward coldly.

If one had to describe her current demeanor, it would be like saying: Hehe, stupid human beings!

"Ahhh!" the female cultivators couldn't hold back their screams.

Lingjiu was taken aback, widened her eyes and looked around, and found that the eyes of the female nuns were shining with love, and black lines appeared on their heads.

"An interesting spirit beast, no wonder Song Xueyi has taken a fancy to it."

It turned out that the ferocious beast that almost stepped on the dove just now was a carriage puller. Its legs suddenly weakened, which also made the carriage unstable, and the owner sitting inside came out.

Lingjiu raised her head and saw the man standing in the backlight, unable to see clearly.

(End of this chapter)