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

Chapter 390 Void Realm

Qi Jinghuan narrowed his deep phoenix eyes, and rubbed against her, "Is the matter in the house settled?"

"It's almost over." Once the affairs of the Xie Mansion were over, if she didn't still miss her two elder brothers, she really didn't want to come back.

She thought about it for a moment, then raised her eyes: "Ah Huan, there is something for me to see."

As she spoke, she had a thought, and took out the Bana flower again. Although she didn't know how the Bana flower fell into the hands of the demon world, she was sure that it should have belonged to the underworld.

Qi Jinghuan took the Bianhua flower, narrowed his eyes a little, and parted his thin lips slightly: "Void Realm, is this what you used to deal with blood stiffness last time?"

At that time, Qi Jinghuan hadn't recalled his identity in the previous life, so he didn't know about it.

Xie Wanrong nodded, leaned on his body, and raised her head: "So you know it? It is indeed called Void Realm, but I don't know how to open it."

The strength in Qi Jinghuan's hands tightened almost invisible, and his expression was rarely tense: "How did you get it?"

"It's a long story, but I don't even know what's going on. What's wrong? What's wrong with it?" Xie Wanrong lowered his voice slightly when he saw that his expression was unwell.

Under the dim candlelight, the Bana flower was emitting bloody light, red and yellow staggered, adding a bit of fear to the already quiet room.

Just when it was emitting light, Qi Jinghuan suddenly frowned, "You fed it with blood!"

This is an unmistakable statement.

Xie Wanrong then became nervous: "It will wither."

"It's not withering." Qi Jinghuan frowned tightly: "It's the host, Wan'er, you have already become its host."

Xie Wanrong somewhat understood what Qi Jinghuan said, host?This Void Realm also recognizes the Lord?It grew from her spirit ring, and it is not unreasonable to recognize her as the master.

"If I were its host, how would I open it." Xie Wanrong said with some expectation.

"It's not yet time, Wan'er. Although this thing can detect the past, it is an evil thing. It's no good to keep it. It's just a pity that you have already become its host." Qi Jinghuan's dark eyes deepened little by little, and his thin lips Sip tightly.

This thing is an ancient evil thing, if you want to find out about the past, you have to die before you come back to life, so naturally he would not tell Xie Wanrong about this, he handed the Bana Flower into Xie Wanrong's hands.

Unaware that the night was getting dark, Xie Wanrong's tiredness also came over slightly, Qi Jinghuan rubbed her head lovingly: "Don't be playful these few days, Wan'er, if you lose this competition, I will forgive you Not you."

Xie Wanrong smiled and pushed his heavy body away: "I have a sense of proportion, it's getting late, you go back first."

With a slight twist of strength in Qi Jinghuan's hands, Xie Wanrong's whole body was lifted in front of him, the distance between him and him was not too far away, he bent down, and his cold lips were printed on her forehead, gently and softly .

He didn't do anything out of line, just pecked lightly, the night was long, he was afraid that his control would not be so firm.

Xie Wanrong let him hold her, sniffing his unique breath.

After a while, he let go of the strength in his hand, and said in a soft voice, "Go to sleep first."

Xie Wanrong let out a deep laugh, but there was nothing he could do about Qi Jinghuan, so he could only lie down and look up at him sitting on the edge of the bed watching over her, under the yellow candlelight, his distinct eyelashes were thick and curly, and his cold edges and corners were covered by a A little soft, just looking at him like this, I feel very peaceful.

(End of this chapter)