Chapter 23: Demon **** (3)

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"Well. The revision is going down."
Qing Ruo's original nostalgic eyes widened instantly, and the crystal clear eyes revealed a layer of hazy sea blue under the dim light of the hall.
Qing Ruo wants to step back and talk to him.
The back of the head was held firmly by the big palm, and Lin Zhao closed her eyes. She brought her eyelashes and slanted the skin under her eyes, causing a layer of itching around her eyes.
His lips were covered, and his tongue rolled up with a layer of cold, followed by a scalding hot burn.
The movement was gentle, and the palm of her hand was gently pulled out, covering her wide eyes, and then pinching her waist.
Hot, hot, hot.
The breathing of the two turned hot from the lips and teeth, and the white mist turned into a tiny water dew, which touched the tip of their noses.
Lin Zhao clasped her body, invading in layers, the tongue was soft and slow but irresistible.
If Qing Qing has been holding his breath, the breath that he swallowed unconsciously was passed by him. The breath that belongs to him is cold and fragrant with the grass and trees. He enters her lungs for a week, like visiting her territory and then Satisfied turned out from the nose.
Her delicate tenderness lingered, and Lin Zhao felt a white light in his head, and he took a breath.
The gentleness before seemed to be an illusion. His actions were overbearing and arrogant. The arm behind her waist was taut, and the wide sleeves on the arm highlighted the muscle lines after the tightening.
Qing Ruo was picked up by his entire volley, exclaimed that he had swallowed it all, without giving her a little tenderness, like a wild animal.
Qing Ruo could not breathe, and was almost paralyzed with sweat and hugged in his arms.
Lin Zhaozhao's raging and brutal enchantment erupted around her, her fangs had already pierced her delicate lips, and the sweet and smell that gushed between the two men's mouths had caused his silver hair to fly behind, the sharpness of his ears The horns also came out. At this moment, she was almost torn down.
Qing Ruo grabbed his neck with his backhand, patted him on the back, and then calmed and calmed.
The breath in Dantian was almost broken by the thick magic pressure around him.
Discomfort, extreme physical discomfort.
But where his fangs pierced his lips, and where his tongue was screwed into the cavity, the numbing pleasure was boiling in the blood and spreading all over the body.
The body is torn at two extremes.
Qing Ruo didn't know when he stopped clapping his hands behind him, and when he passed out.
She was lying in the arms of Lin Zhao when she regained consciousness.
Not in the hall, the surroundings are very dark, and the conscious movement of the body is moved.
Holding her body stiffened, her arms began to tighten.
He is nervous.
Qing Ruo took a gentle breath, swallowed the pharynx, put out his tongue and licked his lips. There was no pain and no touch of the wound. The place where he was pierced by his fangs was already good.
She closed her eyes and breathed two steady airflows. She was summoned in her arms and turned over in his arms.
His breath is very recognizable. There is no brutality often associated with the Devil. Instead, it is more of the cold fragrance of plants. It is very light and clear, but it brings out a unique flavor of men.
Little face froze at his clothes, and if Qing opened his mouth, his voice was still a little sandy, "Lin Zhao."
"Well." Lin Zhao answered.
In the dark, his blood eyes are like the WoW hunting at night.
Looking down at her, half of his face was hidden between his clothes, his hair was loose, his long hair was falling down, half of his arms hanging in the air, and half of her ears fell on her body.
He breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his arm and motioned her position, "Wake up?"
Qing Ruo didn't ask him what happened before.
His magical pressure forced her to lose consciousness directly. Now she is awake and is in a very bad physical condition. She stretched her hands and nodded her head, leaned in his arms, and opened her eyes to look around.
She needs to recuperate now and try not to use the energy in her body as much as possible.
It was all dark.
He looked up, faced his eyes, blinked his eyes, and his voice was a little sad. "Have you lowered your cultivation?"
The higher the demon, the fewer the characteristics of the demons, and only when the magic in his body is out, some characteristics of the demons will be restored.
Before waiting for Lin Zhao to answer, Qing Ruo slightly straightened up, raised his hand and touched his head, and it really had two pointed ears, and the temperature was very cold. She shrank her hand after touching it, and the little hand that had been so cold went directly under his armpit to look for warmth.
The movement couldn't be more natural.
Lin Zhao gave a soft hum and hugged her to sit on the floor.
This place is a Dongfu, a Dongfu he found long ago.
Originally I just wanted to be here alone for a while, but I didn't expect to bring one with her.
Night is the world of the demons, so his vision in the dark will be better than in the daytime, and he never thought of anything to prepare for lighting.
Holding her in one hand, he took out his Qiankun bag with one hand, turned it inside for a while, and took out a huge night pearl.
The surroundings are instantly bright.
The place was so rude that there was nothing. Now he was sitting on the ground, hugging her against the wall, and holding a night pearl in his hand.
Throwing the night pearl on the ground, Lin Zhao called and squeezed the soft meat around her waist, "We will stay here for a while."
Ye Mingzhu's touch is hard, and she still feels good on the skin.
Qing Ruo's spirit was not very good, he whispered in his arms, and pulled his clothes into a semi-stunned state.
Lin Zhao lowered her hair from her cheek and held her hand holding his clothes. "If you feel bad, just rest for a while. I'm here."
"Okay." A soft, weary reply, leaned his head against his arms and closed his eyes.
When Qingzhao hardened her body again, Qingruo had recovered almost. She had countless healing sacred medicine in her Qiankun bag. The place was dark. I did n’t know the time or the day and night.
She was surrounded by all kinds of things, and there were night pearls of different sizes from corner to corner.
An exquisite quaint bed, neither of them needed to sleep, but her excuse was that she was not feeling well, so she needed a bed.
After all, without a bed, how could it feel like home.
Tables, chairs and benches were placed, and there were even some cabinets with spiritual fruits, crystals and some chic decorations.
Lin Zhao said that she was okay and didn't know cultivation, but there wasn't much stance in this remark, and his joy could almost be felt from the breath of his whole body without looking at his eyes.
He hardened again and sat on the bed.
Qing Ruo has seen him quench three times, this is the first time he has meditated cross-legged.
About two or three hours later, his clothes were wet and dripping, and the silver hair fell to the bed, and the sweat stuck the hair together.
The sharp ears curled an arc.
His complexion was almost white to transparent opaque.
His blood was still on the bed.
Because he was meditating, he cut open his knees, and now he can directly see the bones in a blur of flesh and blood.
He remained silent from beginning to end.
Qing Ruo sat opposite him at the corner of the bed, without speaking or disturbing, and looked at him with his eyes open.
Lin Zhao's perfect exquisite sculpture-like face showed a scar. The knife was so deep that it turned black. Now it has turned black, crawling on his face like several black crickets. The scar, deeper and longer, almost split his skull.
Lin Zhao opened his eyes, and at first glance, he saw Qingruo who looked at him quietly.
At second glance, she cried, tears falling down like water. But there was no sound, and he moved gently towards him.
She had all kinds of medicines in her hand and fed them into his mouth, as well as sprinkled on his knees.
But her hand shook so badly.
Tears poured into his knees along with her healing qi.
It's hot and it hurts.
Lin Zhao smiled.
Qing Ruo was still treating him with one hand, and wiped a tear with one hand, fiercely, "You are still laughing, don't laugh!"
"Okay." But he couldn't stop laughing.
Is she going to hit him?
Yes, Qing Ruo reached out and hit him, watching the palm wind heavy, but fell on his shoulders, fluttering like a coquettish, except for the sweat in her palm, he felt nothing.
Lin Zhao stretched out her hand and pulled her into his arms. Qing Ruozhen lowered his head to treat him with his knees. He was straightened and slammed into it. His hands were full of his own flesh and blood, and the two men were stained with blood everywhere.
"Oh, what are you doing, let go and treat first!"
She didn't dare to struggle, and she squeaked sharply and husky after crying, like a cat with a tail on her tail.
"Don't let go." Lin Zhao couldn't stop laughing.
He still moved his fleshly knees at will, dragged someone into his arms, and bowed his head to kiss her.
Her eyes were wide and dark.
Lin Zhao can easily see himself from the inside.
Myself, ugly scars, pointed ears, red eyes.
Mozu.
This is the original appearance of the demons.
Those good-looking appearances are nothing but cover-ups for later improvement.
Lin Zhao's head stopped in the air.
Qing Ruo grabbed his neck, straightened his back, and hit his lips.
He also had scars on his lips, licked his tongue, and felt bumpy.
Tears slid down and hit the lips where they met.
Qing Ruo sat up and turned to continue to deal with his knees.
Lin Zhao raised his hand and touched the scar on his lips, his head was wet.
Stick out your tongue and lick.
Salty.
Qing Ruo turned his back on his knees.
This time he really buckled down to see the bones, the bed was covered with blood. She didn't get much better.
A pair of hands wrapped around her around her waist.
Lin Zhao leaned her head on her back and turned her left and right.
The voice was very soft and soft, "Qingruo, lighter, okay, I hurt."
"it is good."

Qingruo, lighter,
Your tears fall down.
I hurt.
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