Fairy: Me!Crazy Dao Heart Seed Demon

Jin Ping'er looked at Shi Yuanyuan who kept her mouth shut all the time, and knew that this matter should be related to her very private matter. If she didn't say anything, Jin Ping'er would not be able to ask.

On the contrary, Du Miaomiao has the personality of this eldest lady, she doesn't know how to take care of other people's thoughts, she just needs to follow Du Miaomiao.

Immediately, Jin Ping'er followed Du Miaomiao, squatting on the left and right sides, and gently blowing the wind on Han Mei.

These two breaths of breeze blew on Shi Yuanyuan's wintersweet, and the plum blossoms that were a little bit shy at first burst into full bloom against the wind.

In this way, the speed at which the blood droplets formed on the wintersweet was even faster.

After exhaling in one breath, Shi Yuanyuan bit her lip tightly on her face.

But Du Miaomiao couldn't stop seeing the blood, so he pulled up the golden bottle on the other side.

"Yuanyuan, if you don't tell the reason... Ningning and I can't let you go back like this. If someone sees it, your reputation will be ruined. Ningning, did you bring the piano?"

"Ah."

Jin Ping'er followed suit and nodded.

"Ningning will treat Yuanyuan with qin music for you."

Shi Yuanyuan hurriedly turned her head to stop it.

"Don't! The headmaster won't allow us to use our cultivation."

"Don't worry about Hong De, even if he dares to be rude to me, he doesn't dare to be rude to Ning Ning. He used to be an elder in Ning Ning's family."

"do not……"

Shi Yuanyuan wanted to stop it, but Jin Ping'er obeyed Du Miaomiao's advice and obediently took out "Dead Wood Dragon's Song" and put it on her lap.

As soon as the strings were pressed, the soothing sound of the piano quickly condensed the word "Miao" on Shi Yuanyuan's body. Quickly, two lines of blood can almost be condensed.

Soon the tub was soaked in blood.

"Stop it, Ningning."

After Jin Ping'er pressed the piano sound, the two blood lines stopped slowly and returned to the state of dripping before.

"Yuanyuan, is it because of your body?"

Shi Yuanyuan turned back her red face and nodded to them.

"How can we help you? How did you stop bleeding before?"

"When I was young, it was my mother. It only needed a little blood to recover. After leaving the village, it was my mother-in-law... There is no..."

"Human... blood? You said drinking human blood can restore you?"

Du Miaomiao was surprised and puzzled.

Shi Yuanyuan nodded weakly.

But Jin Ping'er already felt something, lying in the bathtub that had been stained red, with some blood stains, sucking it in her mouth.

This smell of blood is sweet, and the scalp is slightly tingling.

It could even faintly make the blood in her whole body boil.

At this moment, Jin Ping'er was almost certain that Shi Yuanyuan and the Demon Blood Dafa were inextricably linked.

Why did she see Shi Yuanyuan bleeding before, the blood in her body was ready to move, and there was a strange impulse in her heart, she thought she was corrupted by desire.

Now, she understood everything.

"Yuanyuan, I thought of a way. Maybe it can help you."

Jin Ping'er asked tentatively.

"Don't hurt yourselves..."

Shi Yuanyuan refused and kept shaking her head.

But seeing that Du Miaomiao had already taken out a close-fitting short dagger, and was about to stab her forearm.

Jin Ping'er was even quicker, squatting down, and gently picked up a wintersweet flower.

"Ningning, you?"

Shi Yuanyuan gasped, her face flushed all over the sky, and she kept leaning back.

"Ah~"

Du Miaomiao was a little flustered at this moment. She had never thought about this kind of situation, and said in horror:

"Ningning, what are you doing? Here, how can you violate Yuanyuan."

Shi Yuanyuan felt the grinding of the fine tongue coating, and her breathing gradually became thicker.

Just when her body was getting stiff, Jin Ping'er spit out the wintersweet flower.

At this time, the wintersweet flower that still has some saliva, there is no blood flowing out at this time, and even the pale pink skin has healed.

"Ningning, you..."

At this time, Shi Yuanyuan looked at Jin Ping'er in disbelief at the scene where a wintersweet flower had completely healed.

"how can that be……"

"I don't know, I smelled Yuanyuan, and I have always had this urge in my heart. I tried it, and it really works. Yuanyuan, don't blame me."

At this moment, Jin Ping'er immediately contained another one.

The sweet blood fell into Jin Ping'er's mouth and tongue, as if the soul was dancing in the clouds.

The same was true for Shi Yuanyuan, who could no longer bear the inexplicably sensitive touch, and her body twitched intermittently.

Jin Ping'er let go of the healed pink hill, and stood up slowly.

Du Miaomiao also had doubts on her face:

"Yuanyuan, this...is it okay to be someone else."

Shi Yuanyuan was panting, and seemed to be a little out of strength, and said intermittently:

"I... I don't know, I, I've never tried."

She took the short dagger from Du Miaomiao's hand, stroked lightly on her index finger, and said shyly:

"Miaomiao, you try?"

Du Miaomiao was a little embarrassed, but still tried to put Shi Yuanyuan's index finger in.

After more than half a minute, the index finger was taken out, the knife mark was still there, and the blood was still oozing out drop by drop.

With the intimate interaction between Jin Ping'er and Shi Yuanyuan just now, Shi Yuanyuan also let go a lot, begging:

"Ning Ning, please."

"Um……"

Chapter 270 Food! The Fated Little Golden Man

Du Miaomiao looked at Shi Yuanyuan's brand-new index finger, looked at Jin Ping'er with some surprise, and said with complicated eyes: "Ningning, it seems that not only Yuanyuan has secrets, but you also have many secrets. .On the contrary, compared with you, I, Du Miaomiao, am a different kind."

"No way, before I met Yuanyuan, I didn't know that I could help her like this."

"Yuanyuan definitely doesn't know..."

Jin Ping'er comforted Du Miaomiao who was a little bit disappointed.

Shi Yuanyuan also cooperated, followed by a soft hum.

"We all envy you."

Jin Ping'er calmly approached the little princess of the Liuli Sword School, and said with a smile.

Hearing Jin Ping'er comforting her, Du Miaomiao's face turned bright and said:

"Okay, okay. You two freaks."

"Things related to blood can easily make others think of evil ways. Let's not talk about what happened today."

Jin Ping'er and Shi Yuanyuan looked at each other and nodded.

"Yuanyuan, have you brought other clothes? You can't continue to wear your original clothes."

Pointing to the ground, Du Miaomiao said, already drenched in sweat and wearing a blood-stained military uniform.

Shi Yuanyuan bit her lip and shook her head.

"I...just one."

"how is this possible……"

Du Miaomiao said in disbelief.

Looking at the appearance of this little princess who is well-clothed and well-fed, one can tell that she does not know the sufferings of the lower class.

Shi Yuanyuan's clothes, Jin Ping'er, who is a weaver and embroiderer, knew that Shi Yuanyuan had been wearing them all the time. She washed and dried them every day, and the whitish marks on them were obviously the result of scrubbing.

Unlike Jin Ping'er and Du Miaomiao, they both use self-cleaning embroidery, so they don't need to worry about cleaning their clothes at all.

"Okay, Miaomiao, stop talking. Let me come..."

"Ningning, Yuanyuan's body is quite different from yours. She can't even wear our clothes."

Du Miaomiao was puzzled.

In the suspicious eyes of the two, Jin Ping'er raised his arm on the table, and the three demon crystals were neatly laid out on the table, and then his dexterous fingers touched the demon crystal lightly, and the three spiritual threads came out from the demon crystal. stretch out.

Jin Ping'er pinched the needle with one hand, and the moment her wrist turned into an afterimage, the three spiritual threads were entangled and pierced into Shi Yuanyuan's goose yellow military uniform.

"Weaving embroidery!!"

"Ancestor Dao..."

"Ning Ning, you are actually a weaver and embroiderer!"

Du Miaomiao couldn't believe it, and walked quickly to the smiling Jin Ping'er.

A small wintersweet flower was quickly embroidered on the goose-yellow military uniform. The goose-yellow military uniform lying on the ground seemed to be alive.

The original perspiration, mixed with mixed blood, slowly flowed out of the clothes until the clothes were as clean as ever.

In less than 5 minutes, with a touch of Jin Ping'er's palm, those needle tools for embroidery were put back into the storage necklace.

"Yuanyuan, try?"

Jin Ping'er picked up the military uniform that belonged to Shi Yuanyuan, and walked in front of Shi Yuanyuan.

"Ningning, I, I can't afford the spirit coins for embroidery. This..."

"Friendship is not money, Miaomiao, what do you think? Besides, it's just the simplest Samsung composite embroidery."

"It's just... Yuanyuan, you just accept it..."

The girl nodded.

"Wait? Samsung, Samsung???"

"Yeah? Spirit root is not good, you must be good at it. Miaomiao, Yuanyuan, keep it secret."

Jin Ping'er looked at the stupid Du Miaomiao, smiling like a flower.

At this time, Jin Ping'er's sense of mystery had already been established in Du Miaomiao's heart, and her favorability had reached 80 points.

Presumably it is not difficult to break through the level of secret love.

Shi Yuanyuan bowed her head and said:

"I can only treat you to buns."

"Okay, okay, let's try it on. You can't use this if you wear fitted embroidery."

Jin Ping'er casually threw the traditional corset aside.

Looking at the military uniform that Shi Yuanyuan put on, with the help of fit embroidery, she is now wearing it, but it vividly outlines Shi Yuanyuan's already mature and plump curves.

With this sense of fit, Shi Yuanyuan couldn't help turning around in front of the two of them.

……

"Flying needle method, little demon girl, the technique is good, but it's a pity that the embroidery is too neat and rigid, without any spiritual energy."

Jin Ping'er walked out of the tent with the two girls, and heard the voice of the old woman in the storage necklace echoing in her mind.