Yun Rong tried his best to wrestle with him tenaciously, but after all, he was just a swordsman practicing spiritual power. In terms of physical strength, how could he compete with the corpse demon.
She looked at the boy on top of her like a hungry wild wolf, holding her collar in his mouth. His hot and heavy breathing fell on her collarbone, and goosebumps appeared on the skin there.
This made Yun Rong frown, with anger hidden in his eyes.
The collar of the white singlet was opened by Bailian with his mouth, and underneath was the plain bellyband. Yun Rong could no longer bear this excessive behavior, and for a moment he couldn't take into account the close contact between the two bodies. He arched his body like a fish out of water, bouncing and twisting violently under Baili'an.
He bent his knees hard to find the right direction and pushed upwards.
With a dull crash, Bai Lian's face showed pain, and his propped up body fell softly and fell into her arms. He made a muffled sound like a wounded beast, and clamped the fingers of Yun Rong's two wrists. He was also trembling with pain and suddenly became weak.
Yun Rong's hands were free again, and he didn't care about the pain in his chest that was hit by Bai Lian's high nose. She pushed him aside hard, pulled up the messy and half-open clothes, fastened the belt randomly with trembling fingers, and put it on. Out of the outer robe, that clear moon face was rarely filled with gloom and anger.
She took a few deep breaths to recover from the chaos just now. The knuckles of her clenched fists tightened again and again, and she barely resisted the urge to punch Balian.
Yun Rong knew that Bai Lian was not acting according to his heart at this time. Although his wanton behavior just now was unintentional, in truth he should not be blamed.
With a blue face, she looked at Bailian whose forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. She was shocked that the corpse demon could sweat so much. Besides being angry, she couldn't help but worry that he would die here.
After thinking for a moment, she took out a demon-suppressing soul rope from the Qiankun bag, thinking that she should tie up this restless little corpse demon before making any plans.
Before she could squat down, Arao's cold voice came: "If I were you, I would choose to leave here right now."
Yun Rong looked up at her with a puzzled expression.
A'luo looked at her with a bit of disgust and displeasure in his eyes: "The succubus in the Beiyuan Forest has received the rotten spirit transformation from the demon emperor's breath. Since he has been poisoned by the rotten spirit demonization poison, if for a long time I don’t understand, I’m afraid he will also be alienated into a strong body, do you think your rags can tie him up?”
Yun Rong would not doubt the Demon Lord's "good intentions". After all, the little corpse demon almost became her royal husband. Of course, the Demon Lord would not want the watery little flower he was interested in to be served in the pot like this. go.
But leaving the poisoned little corpse demon behind and letting him be spiritualized here is obviously very unseemly.
After all, he saved himself from the old corpse demon first.
Perhaps seeing Yun Rong's hesitation, A'luo said again: "If you leave here, I will be the only woman here. He will come to me naturally, and I will have a way to remove the poison from his body."
When he said this, it was equivalent to admitting in disguise that his charm was not as good as that of an inner demon created by Yun Rong. A'luo felt so unwilling that his silver teeth were almost broken.
Yun Rong had no doubt that he was there, nodded towards A'rao, drove away the moon-watching wolf, picked up the snow-washing sword, looked for a direction, and left in a hurry.
The vine chrysalis around A'luo was formed by the corrupted succubus spirit that merged into the peach tree. She was currently weak and could not break through the vine chrysalis.
She couldn't get out, so she had to pull her collar down a little in the vine chrysalis, exposing a beautiful shoulder like a tooth sculpture, and hooked her small eyes, just about to seduce him with her charming voice.
Unexpectedly, before His Majesty the Demon Lord could do anything, Bailian didn't even look at the beautiful scenery on the other side. With red eyes, a gust of hot wind passed by in the night, and rushed towards Yun Rong with an extremely dangerous aura. Go up.
Yun Rong was injured and was not suitable for using her body skills. Before she had gone ten meters away, she felt the swift movement behind her, like a cheetah running, and knocked her down against a branch.
Yun Rong was ready to curse. He was a mad dog, so why did he only catch her and bite her like crazy?
The moment the two of them lost their balance, Yun Rong reacted very quickly and hit Bailian in the chest with a roll kick, but he was as motionless as a rock.
Seeing that the sheep was about to fall into the tiger's mouth again, Yun Rong was so angry that he was shaking all over.
At this moment, a black shadow rushed over from the dense sea of branches and flowers and grabbed the back of Bai Lian's neck.
Yun Rong felt that the leg pressing against Bailian's chest suddenly became lighter, and the person pressing on him was also carried away by the shadow.
The layers of black and red dresses are flying in the air, as if they are filled with the beauty of the night.
Yun Rong rubbed the sore arm, sat up, and looked at the woman in sword-clothed clothes with surprise in the sky.
And Arao's face instantly turned cold.
Jian Shang Yunrong put down the hot Bailian, her dark eyes showed no warmth, and she stared down at the wound in his abdomen. The five fingers that held his arm almost sunk into his flesh, with extremely strong force. deep.
She was only gone for half an hour...
He was plotted by the succubus but never told her.
Even though he knew that the defensive Wangyi was more cunning and treacherous than a fox. If she missed an opportunity, it would be difficult to find his aura again.
He deliberately separated himself...
Thinking of this, an unprecedented anger and sadness suddenly surged in her heart.
The endless night of gorgeous flowers reflected in her dark eyes.
With all kinds of emotions in her heart, she grabbed Bailian's collar and pressed her forehead against his chest. Although she was full of resentment and anger, she couldn't say a single word of blame.
Her trembling fingertips gently touched his blood-stained abdomen. Unexpectedly, the fingertips were like a drop of water dropped into hot oil, causing him to boil instantly.
Balian was like a cat being burned with pokers, and sparks flew everywhere in an instant.
Without even noticing that the person in his arms had changed, Bai Lian grabbed Jianshang Yunrong's wrist, and before she could react, he stood up and took away all the disordered breathing from her lips and teeth.
Yun Rong actually didn't know that his situation at the moment was more dangerous than the poisoned Bai Lian, and he was on the chopping block without knowing it.
She didn't expect to be attacked by Bai Lian at all. She grabbed his clothes with her fingers until her knuckles turned white. She was frozen in the distance and couldn't react for a long time.
It wasn't until her body became cold and the Tianxi Sword Sect's school uniform and swords were piled up and spread out in his hands like peeled onions that she finally came to her senses and began to struggle and resist.
The other Master Yun Rong was dumbfounded. He saw that the little corpse demon's attack was even more fierce than before. The most he treated her was to nibble on her neck, bite her collarbone, and kiss her cheek.
Now there is a different person in my arms, and he actually bites his lips...
No, no, they were born exactly the same. I am afraid that in the eyes of the little corpse demon, he thought he was holding her.
This inner demon did something good. If she hadn't suddenly come out to put out the fire, she would have been the one being held and biting her mouth at the moment.
Ah... no, no, no! She couldn't stand this, so she actually stuck out her tongue. This little corpse demon was pretty good at it.
Huh? Her inner demon is also very real. Not to mention that her face is exactly the same. Even if she takes off her clothes, she is no different from her inside. If she hadn't been watching at this moment, Yun Rong would have thought that the person under the little corpse demon was herself. Woolen cloth?
Although it was clear to onlookers, the same face, the same body, no matter how small or small, as if even a hair was the same from top to bottom, Yun Rong couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly reminded him: "You look like a The little woman is struggling so coyly, but you should show off the posture of killing evil beasts, he has been poisoned by the charm, if you continue to linger, your body will be touched by him!"
As he spoke, Yun Rong's ears suddenly turned red, he covered his cheeks with his hands, and with unprecedented confusion, he said angrily: "This little corpse demon has started to take off his own clothes, why are you so stunned? "
A'luo was also anxious and said hurriedly: "Quickly gouge out the carrion toxin from his abdomen with a sharp blade, and then take my demon blood and feed it to him. There is still time to detoxify."
The quarrel between the two made Jianshang Yunrong fully understand the situation. Strangely, she stopped struggling, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her cheek to look at Aluo's anxious face. Her eyes were no longer the same as before. It seems so angry and sad, but there is something in it that makes people confused.
She suddenly hummed, holding the head buried in her chest with both hands, gently combing Balian's sweat-soaked hair with her fingers, and she didn't know where he had bitten her. There are two touches of cherry color.
She pursed her lips, her eyes unpredictable.
A'rao's heart trembled when she stared at him like that, and an unknown premonition came over him. It was clear that Yun Rong didn't say anything, but she seemed to understand something, and her lips turned pale with fear.
Both hands subconsciously grasped the vines, not even checking if the barbs pricked her palms. Her eyes were cold and she threatened: "Do you really think I can't get out?"
Jian Shang Yunrong raised her eyelashes, her eyes were flooded, her face was red, her eyes were cold, and her pupils were like a spring filled with clear autumn, clear and profound.
There was no hint of revenge or provocation in his eyes, but the movement of stopping struggling said everything.
Back then, she was weak and dying, trapped in an ice coffin, unable to speak or move, and the humiliation she suffered was vivid in her mind.
She is not Ah Luo, and she cannot imitate her arrogant and unbridled behavior. Even if she is verbally provocative, it is gentle and gentle, just like the wind in July:
"Your Majesty the Demon Lord, your royal husband..."
"Shut up! Don't say it! I don't allow you to say it!" The cruel blood crept into A'rao's eyes little by little. Her expression was twisted and weird, as if she had been touched by something, and her face suddenly turned pale, as if she wanted to eat someone. !
Yun Rong had never been afraid of her madness. The warm and hazy colors among the fallen leaves in the forest couldn't soften the coolness in her eyes. She spoke in a clear and precise manner: "It's very good."
Ah Rao was so stunned that if he could move, he would have already rushed forward and killed someone violently!
The detoxification method she mentioned was a good one, but how could Yun Rong be willing to inflict pain on him again with her own hands.
The sharp knife penetrates the flesh, it hurts too much.
A'luo has long been used to hurting him, but as the senior sister who protects his growth and the wife who stays with him day and night, she cannot hurt him, and she is not willing to hurt him.
The face that was turned away was quickly pinched roughly by Bai Lian, and he pushed it back, giving her another hot and encroaching kiss. The brutal and fierce kiss made it difficult for Yun Rong to resist. She could hardly breathe, and was forced to Rolled into a ball with him on the rough branches.
Under her body were the two people's messy and overlapping clothes. Yun Rong raised her snow-white neck high, exuding the luster of jade, just like a reindeer offering its neck to a hunter.
Balian's consciousness was burned hot, but when he saw the peach petal mark three inches below Yun Rong's shoulder, the light scars were particularly eye-catching in the snow-white color.
His red blood pupils trembled suddenly, as if he was being pulled back to his consciousness bit by bit. He looked at the fetal breath deeply and steadily, and the fangs that bit her under his lips actually retracted bit by bit. go back.
The peach blossoms were blown away by the wind and fell into his eyes. Half of the flower color melted into the bottom of his eyes, covered with a faint moonlight and rubbed with blood. Such a pair of eyes reddened by the fire, for a moment, there were gentle ripples. Waves slightly in it.
His movements were gentler, his fingers hooked into a strand of her hair that was scattered between her clothes, his fangs retracted on his lips were soft and harmless, and he lowered his head to gently rub the light-colored birthmark on her body.
He was like a person immersed in an old dream, looking at the pale traces, and the memories of two lives overlapped in this chaotic and ignorant consciousness.
Yun Rong didn't know why he suddenly became quiet and gentle, instead of venting his desires like crazy, biting and chewing like a cannibal.
The most outrageous behavior was just rubbing her smooth and delicate ankle with the instep of his foot.
Then, he lay on her heart, tilted his head, and his calm and clear voice was a little hoarse due to the burning desire.
"Meow……"
Meow?
A'luo and the black-robed Yun Rong who were watching suddenly froze, their faces so wonderful.
When Yun Rong heard this seemingly nonsensical 'meow', he felt like he was struck by lightning. He was shocked to the extreme. It felt like a heavy rain fell in his ears, and he became confused.
For a moment, her consciousness seemed to return to that year...
Under the tide, she sat on the side of a rock, basking in the scorching sun. There was a white cat at her feet, its furry little paws gently hooking her ankles, meowing non-stop.
The cat later turned into a handsome young man.
The young man told her that he had nine lives and was not afraid of her sword.
Yun Rong was in a trance for a moment. White clouds and indigo seemed to flash before his eyes, and a lone red bird approached the mountain.
At the end of the prosperous age, in that sunny season, the spring is just right, and the warm and gentle world is hidden in the mountains high and the water far away, between the eyebrows and eyes.
That year, Lanzhou urged him to sail across the sea, Jiang connected with Laorong, and ascended to Jiunan.
After they got married, she and her husband went out together for the first time, wading through the world of mortals and heading to Penglai Old Island.
There are countless legends and stories about the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi in the world. After all, the Thirteen Swords came from the world of mortals, and the swordsmanship they cultivated is inevitably vulgar.
Most people who practice swords in the world regard the sword as their esteem and their spirit as their foundation.
An outstanding swordsman must have his own sword spirit.
Whenever famous soldiers from all over the world are crowning their outstanding juniors, they will find a powerful demon spirit to ignite the sword inscription and awaken the sword spirit.
As one of the Thirteen Swordsmen of Tianxi, how could he succumb to others and have his sword spirit become extinct?
And that year Yun Rong was the only one among the Thirteen Swordsmen who did not have a sword spirit.
He went to Penglai in order to be ordered by the sect master to hunt monsters and attract sword spirits.
