The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 343 Demon Spirit (2)

There was no expression on Qi Jinghuan's cold and handsome face, he pulled Xie Wanrong's arm, "Don't look at it."

Qi Jinghuan is not clear about the matter of the demon world, but Huanyou Terrace is also related to the undead, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Wan'er, tell me how you feel now."

Xie Wanrong smiled: "Ah Huan, who doesn't like strong power."

Qi Jinghuan couldn't deny it.

This is indeed a good thing, if you don't consider devouring.

His eyes were dark and deep, and he stared closely at the mark of fire and phoenix on her forehead: "Wan'er, there should be more than one force in your body. Since the power of Huanyoutai wants to swallow it, why don't you learn to eat it back."

Just like Qi Jinghuan himself, the power in his body is endless, but there is more than one kind, as if it is innate.

Xie Wanrong has a beast soul, but the awakening of her beast soul only appears when she is emotionally unstable or on the verge of death.

"Backlash!"

Xie Wanrong's beautiful eyes rolled slightly, she stood up immediately, she needed this strength, but she knew more clearly that she didn't want to become an inhuman monster.

She was full of smiles, grabbed Qi Jinghuan's neck, and said with a smile: "Backlash? I like it! Don't worry about me, I will use all the strength in my body to fight against it."

Her soft body pressed tightly against his strong chest.

Xie Wanrong took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, which really surprised Qi Jinghuan a little.

His broad palms covered her waist, his deep eyes moved down little by little, and he smiled deeply: "Wan'er, you are quite courageous."

Xie Wanrong raised the corners of her lips, "Ah Huan, this is my territory, what am I afraid of."

Qi Jinghuan bowed his head and kissed her lightly, blocking her voice. This kiss contained too much.

Xie Wanrong tried her best to smell something about him, and her restless heart gradually calmed down.

Qi Jinghuan held her in his arms and placed her on the soft bed, his seductive voice echoed in the hall: "Wan'er, I will sleep with you in my arms."

It was probably because Xie Wanrong had experienced too much this day, but after curling up in his arms for a while, he fell asleep.

Qi Jinghuan lowered his head and stared at her sleeping face, his eyes as deep as Tan could not see the bottom, he brushed the broken hair from her forehead, and got off the bed lightly.

He came out of the main hall, under the thick moonlight, his handsome and handsome face made people unable to move their eyes away.

He stood on the empty flat ground, his lips and teeth slightly parted, but in the blink of an eye, the whole person disappeared on the flat ground.

Under the brightly lit underworld of will-o'-the-wisps, there are endless ghosts, and Qi Jinghuan's moon-white robe looks particularly eye-catching.

Seeing Qi Jinghuan's appearance, the two little ghosts guarding outside the Great Hall of the Underworld quickly lowered their faces.

"Qi Jinghuan!"

Outside the Youyou Great Hall, suddenly there was a low cry.

Qi Jinghuan frowned when he heard this voice.

Without turning around, that familiar face floated up from below.

Just look at the person who spoke, with long cyan hair standing in a crown, with exquisite facial features, dressed in a navy blue flowing pattern dress, with a warm and jade-like aura rushing towards his face.

He stared at Qi Jinghuan and nodded: "I like your name. Since you came last time, why didn't you look for me? After staying in the world for more than ten years, you don't even recognize me as a brother, big brother."

Gong Yin is used to being able to speak, so after he said a few words, Qi Jinghuan felt a bit of a headache, his eyes were locked tightly, and his gaze swept across Gong Yin's warm and jade-like face: "Don't talk nonsense, come and help."

(End of this chapter)