Chapter 48: Sole (2)

Long night raised his hand and wiped his wet hair, and his eyes almost spread into wild, sexual pupils of beasts.
He has never shown such a look.
He was a fierce beast disguised as a kitten, full of terrible wildness and a sense of terror, but the overly beautiful appearance concealed this danger.
"Qin Jun." Chang Ye narrowed his eyes and looked over. "I'm talking to Master, what is your relationship with you, get away."
Qin Jun didn't mean to let go, (gougou) looked at the opposite night with his lips.
"The tail exploded, younger brother."
Behind the night, there is a tail that has not been retracted. Not only that, but his ears and fangs are gradually appearing.
Long night no longer ignored Qin Jun in front of him, but turned to look at Jiang Yinghe, the tone softened suddenly, and said in a low voice: "I accompanied Master to the Demon Clan and retrieved Uncle Xiaoyun. Master ... … How can we forgive Yeer?

Jiang Yinghe's shoulders were covered with Li Huanhan's outer covering. The whole body was pure black, and only the edges were intertwined with blood red patterns. Just like himself, in the most low-key places, the sweet smell turned out.
Jiang Yinghe stretched his hands to gather his collar and looked at him deeply. His tone was slightly tired and said: "Forgive you? ... I didn't have the strength to blame you."
He turned around and left the River Nether, pressing a cup of snow-like white under the dark cloak. Whether it was his shoulders, waist, or slightly thin back when he walked away, he was touched (touched) and measured by the teenager with his fingers.
Watching him leave in the long night, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The sharp beast teeth warned of thirst and blood, showing the truest side.
Qin Jun stood in the distance and rolled a deep, cold smile from his throat.
"Do you think everyone is a piece you control at your fingertips."
Long night did not speak, but shifted his eyes, gazing sullenly and morbidly.
Qin Jun squeezed his hand, and said casually: "You only know that the Master's love is no longer rooted, and it is ruthless for all beings, but do you know, why do you pursue the root?"
His words came to a halt.
"Since you want to rebel against Chaos, you will kill him with a sword, and you don't have to have so many troubles afterwards." Qin Jun turned around, looking at the Stygian River that was surging. "You don't have to let so many people worry about a half-dead beast."
Long night clenched his teeth: "I know (kill Sha) him."
"It's easy to say." Qin Jun suddenly remembered a few words that Zhou Zhengping said to himself that day, "How many dead inside the demon clan did you fight with him?"
"..."
"What about the people involved?"
"... I don't know." Chang Ye was a little irritated, "Are ants (sexual xing) life, do you want me to remember?"
Qin Jun looked at him for a moment, and suddenly laughed, his tone ironic.
"Then two hundred years ago, when the Master pityed you ants, if you say this directly, there will be no present."
He licked his lips.
"Brother Chang Ye," he called it very rarely, "I suddenly started to pity you."

At the same time, the Nether Temple.
The main hall of the Nether Temple is not difficult to enter. Today, it seems that it is the turn of the golden boy and the girl, two children dozing outside the hall, one is more sleepy than the other, snuggling (sleeping Shui) together.
When Jiang Yinghe came in, the lady lifted her eyes and glanced. When she saw that she was a beautiful woman, she made no noise and sinked her head to continue (sleeping Shui).
Jiang Yinghe sat in a chair, lowered his head and reached out to untie the cape. His eyes were drooping, and he looked a little fragile.
Hold one finger with one hand.
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes and looked at a pair of bright red eyes. In the dim light, Li Huanhan's breath was familiar and unfamiliar, and there was a faint chill of the sword soldiers' sheaths, but more ... it was gentle.
He has always been like this. Even if the difference is very small, Jiang Yinghe can distinguish whether Li Huanhan was affected by the demon at this time.
He used to be in the Demon Church in the past, although his attitude is still gentle, but he always has a feeling of suspense. It seems that the other party is slowly surging magma that can provoke destruction at any time.
Jiang Yinghe's strings were loosened all over his body, and he sighed heavily, leaning forward slightly, leaning his forehead against his shoulder.
His hand was held by Li Huanhan's finger.
"No need to return it to me." The voice near my ear was low and calm. "I haven't been in a long time ... so close to you."
Jiang Yinghe had nothing to say, choked for a while, and whispered for a while: "Why are you here?"
Li Huanhan didn't answer, but wrapped around his shoulders, his palm sliding slowly from the other side's ink hair.
He smelled the familiar cold fragrance, light and alienated, like the smell of plum blossoms, with a hint of cypress sweet.
Silence for a long time, Jiang Yinghe asked again with his eyes closed.
"Ye'er is not someone who will suddenly lose control, is this what you did?"
"Ok."
The light in the Nether Temple is too dark, only a few dip phosphor fires are lit on both sides of the main hall, and the cold blue light is projected, shining on the back of the arms of the arms in the arms.
Under the skin, there are delicate bones and blood vessels. With the change of movement, you can see the meridian movement of the meridian.
Li Huanhan was held back by him.
Jiang Yinghe's fingers were a bit cold before he dipped in the river of Styx.
"You didn't talk so well when you were in the gods."
Jiang Yinghe raised his head, his tone slightly relaxed, "Who did you learn from the chain and the little black house? I destroyed all my most obedient apprentices."
The pair of gloomy blood eyes across from each other came across.
"Master is still angry?"
Jiang Yinghe withdrew his gaze and lowered his gaze, sighing, "What are I still angry with? I have the advantage of not having a grudge."
"no."
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes, feeling that the other party's movements of holding his fingers were tightened, and even the speed of the speech was faster.
"No, Master has many advantages and strengths."
Jiang Yinghe felt that his strange tension was a little cute, and he was in a much better mood. He continued to ask, "What else, like ... looks good?"
Li Huanhan's words suddenly stopped.
Phosphorus fire was silent, and the eyes were darkened. Jiang Yinghe thought he seemed to be stunned, but briefly did not seem to.
Under the light, he was scattered with ink, his clothes were thin, and his cloak was still on his shoulders. The eyes under the brows are like stars, the lips are thin, and the outline is soft, but it can be seen a very cold feeling. On the edge of the collarbone, there is a piece of red licked skin (flesh rou), like a drop of cinnabar on Bai Xuan.
The more you look at people who look cold, the more traits you have.
The eyes rushed back.
Afterwards, he heard the deep, soft voice of the apprentice.
"... Master looks good, it's beautiful."
Obviously, this is an uncommon sentence, but he can say people's heartbeat suddenly-Jiang Yinghe felt that he was about to start his heartbeat, as if it was almost a difference, he was suddenly cut off, and he could not stand up and down. He raised his hand and pressed his chest (xiong), and frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Li Huanhan asked, "Is it uncomfortable here?"
His hand was attached to the back of Jiang Yinghe's hand.
Jiang Yinghe withdrew his finger and shook his head: "I'm fine ... It's you, if you can always be what you are now, I don't need to seal your realm to be able to walk together. Demon, obsession, it sounds very mysterious. thing."
Li Huanhan remained silent for a moment and said, "... I have also thought of many ways. Now, I am trying to control it."
"……control?"
"Yes." Li Huanhan said, "It's just the beginning, if I leave it to myself to control it ... it may hurt you. And it needs to be released at the right time, otherwise it will be easier (too tuo) out Take control. "
Jiang Yinghe thought for a while and asked, "Hurt me? To what extent?"
Li Huanhan didn't answer immediately, but hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "It hurts you ... (body Shen)."
Jiang Yinghe didn't turn around this corner, and felt that he didn't have much of himself when he was in Demon Teaching. Why is it getting more and more powerful now, and he subconsciously asked: "To what degree?"
What he considered in his heart was that if the situation was not serious, he would not have to seal the realm of cold. After all, the other two were fierce one by one, probably only the triangle is the most stable ... getting along way.
Li Huanhan looked up and whispered, "Do you want to try it?"
"……what?"
"Try it ... to what extent."
Jiang Yinghe had some unexpected premonitions of danger. When he just wanted to refuse, he saw Li Huanhan, whose tender breath hadn't faded (dry gan), and the blood eyes were filled with a dark luster.
That feeling reappeared.
It feels like I don't know when I will be bitten.
Jiang Yinghe was slightly nervous, and just wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, and was kissed.
His lips were a little reddish, and he struggled just out of the river Styx just now. Now that he has arrived at the Netherworld Palace, he still can't beat him.
Jiang Yinghe let him take a bite, bleeding a little blood, and was soft and full of occupancy. He licked his lips with desire.
He pushed the other person's shoulders back a bit, and shook his bite lips a little swayingly. Just thinking about what this pain was in the wind and rain, he felt that his belt was loose.
... a big problem.
He refused too slowly.
Jiang Yinghe didn't know how he pulled his clothes belt away, and obviously that coat was still on his body, but the snow-white thin shirt inside was pulled down.
The dark cloak lined his skin (color), and obviously did nothing, but revealed a special fragrance ｜ (艳 yan).
Jiang Yinghe felt like he was playing with the ring.
It stands to reason that he should kick off this evil cultivation of mind-mind-occupying consciousness now, but the key place of helplessness falls on his hand, and it is a step further.
I will definitely hurt myself.
Jiang Yinghe took a deep breath slowly, and felt that he had taken the body injury too lightly ... Even if it was a small wound, it was divided into places.
Special materials and patterns of Mozu are all over the silver ring, and the finger slowly lights up as Li Huanhan moves.
"You," Jiang Yinghe took his hand, "take it off."
Li Huanhan was slightly silent, and then said: "Okay."
... so easily agreed?
When Jiang Yinghe was still a little confused, he suddenly felt that the inside of the silver ring was a little hot. He slightly moved his legs and asked, "What is this ..."
"Take down for Master."
When he said this, his eyes didn't change. If Jiang Yinghe didn't hear his gradual heavy breathing, he had to suspect that this person actually had no desire at all.
But it turns out that he not only has, but is also very bold and arrogant.
The silver ring was separated (tuo) little by little, and the place where it touched became a little hot. Jiang Yinghe was hugged by him, and the only cloth he could grasp was the placket embroidered with bright red patterns.
"Can it only be ... removed." Jiang Yinghe wanted to cry a little. It wasn't painful. It was too weird. Even the touch was chaotic. It was more dizzy than when it was hidden.
And here is the main hall of Jun'er, the other party may arrive later, maybe the next moment. He was disheveled ...
Jiang Yinghe was a little anxious, clutching Li Huanhan's shirt, and his breath was a bit chaotic: "Why, so ... so strange ..."
His words were not exhausted, and he kissed him again.
"The Master wanted to take it down." The eyes glowed faintly. "Can't you hold on, then let's stop and wear it back, shall we?"
... there is no such thing as Dai going back.
Jiang Yinghe bit his lower teeth and closed his eyes: "You, you continue."
I used to think that he was gentle and obedient, how to cut the mode is like this ... Where is the demons, this is simply Xiao Huangwen's seamless transition device, and when I release this thing, I start to do some ... Messy things.
Not only is it hot, it's not all right. Jiang Yinghe looped his neck until he took the silver ring completely off before he let out a long sigh of relief.
Just when he was relieved, he suddenly heard a low, peaceful voice near his ear.
"Master, is there any discomfort?"
"without me……"
His words were interrupted.
"Accurately, is it ... does anyone feel ... needs comfort?"
Jiang Yinghe: "...?"
"Behind." Li Huanhan said, "How do you feel?"
Jiang Yinghe was a little shocked that he asked a word so fluently, and at the same time he was a little stunned by the question. He was stunned for a moment before asking: "What should I feel?"
Li Huanhan looked up at him and raised his hand to show the silver ring between his fingers in front of Jiang Yinghe's eyes. The magic pattern on it was bright and dark.
He didn't mean to make a joke, and said calmly: "I want to be dissatisfied."
Jiang Yinghe: "... Are you kidding me."
"No." Li Huanhan hugged him, "I told you when the master said that he was innocent and unharmed, and I would tell you that it would be obstructive."
Jiang Yinghe didn't know when this demon could retract, but he already believed the few words that the other party asked.
Because he did ... feel it.
"I was injured." Li Huanhan lowered his head and gently tapped his red ear roots with his lips. "It also means that. The degree is probably, a waist injury, or ..."
Jiang Yinghe was kissed by his ear from the root of his ear, and then felt the temperature of the other person's cool finger, and he started to ...
"It hurts here."
Li Huanhan looked at him and said, "But the medicine from the boss of the demon clan, I will collect it for Master."
Jiang Yinghe held back for a long time before saying: "Who told you to take that kind of thing ?!"
He was a little angry, but he was held tightly again, and he didn't even have the strength to call out the Forgetful Sword. He only lowered his head and bit him fiercely.
Li Huanhan looked at him quietly as if he didn't feel it.
Instead, Jiang Yinghe was poked by his finger and snorted sullenly, only to smell the ointment from the ointment smell, and the medicine given by the little demon boss was not the smell of little daisy.
Jiang Yinghe's eyes were flushed, and he tasted the blood of Li Huanhan. When he slacked his mouth, he lowered his head, and said in a dumb voice: "I'm here."
"You can't keep up."
"I can get it." Jiang Yinghe gasped, "Not so deep ..."
His voice suddenly stopped, even if he didn't look, he could feel Li Huanhan's eyes overshadowed him.
"Not ... so deep?"
His tone of voice was a consistent feeling. If he wasn't doing this kind of thing, he thought he really honored his master. This man's mind and devil are distinct from himself, but only this calm and gentle, affectionate trait is exactly the same.
"... So in fact, where the Master feels, is it shallow?"
Jiang Yinghe's ears were completely red. He tried his best to push the other person away. Before he could say anything, he heard another person's voice ringing at the entrance of the Nether Palace.
"Li Huanhan." Qin Jun stood not far away, his gray eyes looked over, his tone unpredictable, "If nothing else, the ability to take advantage of it is indeed very strong (strong qiang), and the level of eating single food has been very high . "
Li Huanhan's eyes (color) suddenly became darker, and he re-tied the shirts that had been faded to half and half-covered without changing the face, ensuring that only an ankle could be exposed. Hold the opponent who has no strength sideways and protect him in his arms.
"Single food? Don't you want to tell me," he said coldly, "Seeing a share?"