Chapter 41:

Chu Qianxun suddenly remembered a big dog raised at home when she was a child, and always liked to lick her on the ground, just like Ye Peitian is now.
"Okay, okay, I'm so itchy." Chu Qianxun grinned and struggled.
However, Ye Peitian confined her and refused to let go. Her lips were hot, her tongue was soft and moist, and her increasingly hot breath hit Chu Qianxun's cheeks and ears.
The hot and hot touch, just like this, crawling all the way along her ears to her neck,
The worst thing was that Chu Qianxun found that a strange feeling began to rise in her heart. It was crisp and numb, sour and swelling, and she could hardly use her strength.
If this man wants to go further, she is also willing. Chu Qianxun thought so, although she preferred to take the initiative.
Ye Peitian's hot kiss suddenly stopped.
He propped up his arm and looked down at Chu Qianxun's shoulder injury.
Unlike the slight corrosive wounds on the skin of the face, it was completely penetrated by the sharp claws of the monsters, and there were a few hideous blood holes on the slender shoulders. They were just wrapped indiscriminately with a bandage, and the red blood that penetrated even The clothes are stuck.
Chu Qianxun couldn't see Ye Peitian's facial expression clearly, only the lips under the silver cover were pressed tightly for a long time.
Ye Peitian turned out a dagger he carried with him, carefully cut open the clothes on Chu Qianxun's shoulders, and carefully uncovered the cloth soaked in blood.
Then he didn't care that he stretched out his hand and grabbed the sharp sharp blade, and slammed the blade through his palm.
Chu Qianxun was taken aback. He wanted to sit up from the ground, but was pressed by Ye Peitian. The warm hand pressed her cheeks and side neck, and her strong body confined her body. Let her move, the palm carefully supported her shoulder and began to treat her wound.
For the first time, Chu Qianxun clearly realized how great the difference in strength between this man and himself was.
She had to lie on the ground and let Ye Peitian carefully apply a layer of "special effect medicine" to her wound, and then tightly bandage it.
"Ah, the effect is so good, it doesn't seem to hurt much anymore."
After treating the wound, Chu Qianxun sat up and gently moved her shoulders with snow-white gauze.
She pulled up Ye Peitian's palm and looked back and forth, only to see that the palm and four fingers had a bone-bearing opening.
"Why did you draw so deep? It hurts to see it."
Ye Peitian turned his head, his jaw was stretched with blue veins, and his mouth opened, but in the end he didn't speak.
Chu Qianxun sat on the ground with his elbows drooping on his knees, and apologized to Ye Peitian with a good temper, "I'm sorry, I know it hurts you too. I will be more careful in the future."
This man would be angry at himself?
He was cute when he was soft and soft, and it seemed more interesting to have a small temper. If it weren't for seeing him hurt for himself, Chu Qianxun couldn't help but want to tease this bulging man again.
Ye Peitian picked up the ribs soup on the table, raised the spoon and scraped the edge of the bowl.
"No need," Chu Qianxun stretched out his hand to accept it with some embarrassment, "I still have another hand."
Ye Peitian held up the bowl and avoided her hand.
"You were like this when I was injured." His voice was a little low.
Only then did Chu Qianxun realize that this man was really uncomfortable. She put away her joking attitude, and she didn't think that such a minor injury made him sad.
So Chu Qianxun's heart softened, and Ye Peitian wanted to take care of her.
After taking care of her after dinner, Ye Peitian called warm water, twisted the towel, took her face and hands, and carefully wiped the dust off her hands and faces.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chu Qianxun looked at the busy head with his head down and wanted to make things worse. With a sudden force, she twisted Ye Peitian's hand and pressed him backhand on the bed.
Ye Peitian wanted to struggle, Chu Qianxun pressed his back and bit his ear, "Don't move, my hand hurts."
Sure enough, he didn't dare to move, and lay down obediently, letting Chu Qianxun bite and lick from behind to play with his red ear tips.
As soon as Gao Yan returned to the house, she heard the suppressed dull voice of a man next door from the thin wall.
"Don't... don't do this."
Then Chu Qianxun came over with a joking voice, "Don't be so? You tell me."
Then the ping-ping-pong over there knocked over the basin.
"Damn, dead woman, start spreading dog food before it gets dark." Gao Yan scolded angrily, closed the door and went out again.
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Early in the morning, Chu Qianxun and Gao Yan walked downstairs side by side.
"Chihiro, do you want to go out hunting demon again? You don't stop every day, don't you take a break? The injury is still not healed."
"It has been treated, and it has completely recovered and will not affect her actions." Chu Qianxun turned his shoulder to show Gao Yan, "Are you going, Sister Yan?"
Gao Yan's heart swayed between the high-risk battles and the generous rewards, "What about Lin Fei? Why don't you call him together, he is also a sixth-order saint anyway."
"He has his own business. He will leave for a day or two. Besides, why do we have to take him with him when we hunt the devil."
Gao Yan measured it left and right, and finally gritted his teeth, "Okay! I'll go with you."
While talking, a pair of lovers walked into the door of the tube building, holding hands. The woman was beautiful and exquisite, and she was a real beauty.
She stepped in the door holding the man's arm, and when she saw Chu Qianxun, she rolled her eyes and showed a look of disdain.
This woman's name is Xiaojuan, with a third-order water system supernatural. Unlike Gao Yan's Mingyan and Chu Qianxun's sassy, ​​she has a feminine face in the traditional sense, and her life style is more open. There are many suitors in the tube building.
Earlier, Xiaojuan fell in love with Lin Sheng who lives in the building. In order to win that man, she even took the initiative to sneak into the man's room many times at night. Unexpectedly, the inferiority of human beings is particularly prominent in Lin Sheng, and he does not cherish the ones that are easy to obtain. He eats Xiao Juan in the bowl and looks at Qianxun in the pot.
When Chu Qianxun successfully broke through the threshold of Tier 4, the man pushed Xiao Juan away impatiently, and went to pursue Chu Qianxun with all his heart. This incident made Xiaojuan face greatly stunned, and what made her righteous was that Chu Qianxun still looked down upon the man Lin Sheng.
Today Xiaojuan is holding a small captain of the Red Wolf Mercenary Corps, known as Lao Zheng, a sixth-tier metal saint. Although he was a little older, he was still a formal captain who had a monthly salary in the corps for his higher rank. Xiaojuan felt that she was holding a gold-rich man in her hand, and she finally won Chu Qianxun, so when she passed by, her nose was not a nose, her eyes were not eyes, and she cast Chu Qianxun's chin high and walked inward.
"Wait a minute, isn't this Qianxun?" Old Zheng beside Xiaojuan suddenly stopped and greeted Chu Qianxun enthusiastically.
Chu Qianxun was a little puzzled. Although they were both members of the Red Wolf, Chu Qianxun had never had any contact with the team leader, and friendship was limited to knowing that there was such a person.
"Team Zheng?"
"Hey, Chihiro. I have been looking for you for these past two days, but I never met."
Lao Zheng's hair is gray, and he is already a man over fifty years old. With his arms around Xiao Juan, he is not embarrassed when talking to others.
"Your king team unfortunately left a few days ago. I just wanted to ask you if you have any interest in coming to our team."
"It's this. I listen to the leader's arrangement for this." Chu Qianxun answered with a smile, but did not explicitly accept his invitation.
Lao Zheng wanted to work harder.
Xiaojuan tugged at the corners of his clothes, pouting her mouth and said: "Let's talk about this kind of thing. Let's go back to someone's house first. The breakfast they prepared will be cold."
Lao Zheng shook her hand away, lowered his face and yelled, "Your man is talking about serious things, what are you talking about!"
Then he turned his face to Chu Qianxun and said with a smile, "I haven't tuned up yet, I'm not sensible, I made you laugh."
Xiao Juan, who was thrown aside, did not dare to speak, her face was blue and white, clutching the corner of her clothes.
Old Zheng and Qianxun spoke without the frivolous appearance when they treated themselves halfway. He looked at Chu Qianxun with eager eyes, not the way a man looked at a woman, but the way a team leader looked when he saw the talent he wanted to win.
He treats Chu Qianxun as a person equal to himself, but treats himself as something that he can vent at will.
Xiaojuan clenched her hands tightly, her body trembling slightly. She has become accustomed to the attitudes of men towards her, and what makes her unacceptable is that a woman like her can get a completely different treatment from a man.
Gao Yan was still smiling when she walked out of the gate of the base.
"Look at you, Juanzi was trembling with anger."
Chu Qianxun took out the knife in his hand and walked into the ruins of tall buildings in front of him.
"Everyone has the right to choose which path to take. Some people are willing to put their life on the charity of others, narrow their paths, and they can't blame others."
She flicked the knife and said this as she walked forward.
Gao Yan looked at the back figure who stepped on the grass and went deep into the battlefield without hesitation. Suddenly I felt that I wanted to catch up, and live a full and free life like Chihiro, without relying on others, to dominate my own life and live the life I wanted to live.
...
In a ruin far away from here,
A dark monster was standing on the stairs of the collapsed building.
It is not tall, and looks similar to ordinary human males. It has a tight figure and knotted muscles, but its skin is a dull and irrelevant dull black. Its forehead stretches out a long sharp corner, and its eyes are cold and cold. No emotions.
Compared with the monsters that are several stories high at every turn, this monster is small and compact, and has no deterrent effect.
But at this moment, almost all the masters in the Kylin Mercenary Group were ambushing around it. Everyone tensed their nerves, staring at the dark monster in front of them, not daring to show a trace of slack.
"The regiment deputy, I'm afraid it won't work. Tiancheng can't hold it anymore. The abilities of the brothers are almost exhausted." A member of the team couldn't help but speak to Xin Ziming beside him.
Xin Ziming, the head of the unicorn, looked solemn. He looked at the battle in front of him, thinking repeatedly in his heart. Yu Tiancheng, the most powerful defensive warrior in the corps, stood in front of the monster, scarred and unable to hold it for long. They meticulously planned for a long time, finally besieged the Tier 10 monster in front of them, and paid a heavy price to hit it to this level. Do they still have to give up halfway in the end?
"Stupid human beings, relying on ants like you, are not qualified to ask for my magic seed." The monster's deep and strange voice sounded. Its body rattles, and its body changes and grows sharp spikes and scale armor.
"No, this is its true frenzied mode. Yu Tiancheng, quit!" Xin Ziming shouted.
Yu Tiancheng retreated, Kancan avoided a huge blow from the Demon Seed. The monster that entered the frenzied state nearly doubled the speed, and Yu Tiancheng, who wanted to get away from it, was chased by it urgently, and he couldn't get out of his wounds.
The surrounding team members used their full power to support them, and the phantom-like monsters rampaged on the battlefield. In just a few breaths, they harvested several lives and severely injured several people.
The battle entered the most dangerous moment.
A soft sneer suddenly came from the edge of the battlefield.
This laughter did not deliberately raise it, but everyone on the battlefield heard it clearly.
They raised their heads and saw a man sitting silently on the top of a tall building covered with vines not far away. The man was backed by the bright moon, his long legs hung leisurely in the air, one hand supporting his chin, and looking down at the battlefield condescendingly, his slightly curly short hair swayed in the night breeze, revealing the face that made everyone horrified.
"God, it's a human demon, the human demon Ye Peitian."