Frost filled the window, and a lone luan flew coldly over the eaves.
Balian looked through the window and looked at the heavy snowfall in the distant mountains, feeling a little depressed for no reason.
Three incense sticks have been changed in class, and half a day has passed by. If four more sticks are lit, it will be dusk and dusk, and tonight's classwork will be over.
Perhaps because they felt the preciousness of time, there was no more ridicule or laughter in the classroom. Everyone quietly pondered the dial in their hands, and occasionally Ji Yan's voice would be heard.
Balian thought for a moment, then kneaded the broken dial on the table into ashes, then poured it into the ink plate, grinded and mixed.
He took out a piece of rice paper, folded it into a thick pile, and began to write and type.
The handwriting is clear and distinct, but what is written is not words, but the intricate Sanskrit sword language on the dial.
The sword needle that fell unconsciously to his hand was dark and dull. As Balian wrote steadily, the thin needle, which was like a dead thing, gradually produced a faint breath.
In the spacious classroom, the wind and snow invaded the room, and everyone felt their bodies suddenly getting cold. They knew that the wind and snow outside the window was blowing, and it got even stronger.
Little did he know that Senhan's sword intention was written by a young man.
Ning Feiyan, who was under the table, felt the invisible change in the atmosphere in the room. Her smiling face instantly dropped, and she cursed in her heart that this guy's talent was too evil.
In just a few glances, he actually memorized all the Sanskrit words composed of thousands of runes on the dial? !
Ning Feiyan sighed, hooked her fingers at Hongzhuang, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Hongzhuang, are you bored?"
Mo Yue's smile was indeed a little malicious. For the first time, Hongzhuang didn't greet her immediately. She shook her head repeatedly and said, "I'm not bored?"
"But I'm so bored." Ning Feiyan's charming face was stained with a delicate smile, her little finger was slightly raised, and her slender nails were as cold as a blade.
Only a slight sizzling sound was heard, and his fingertips were like knives, easily cutting through the material around Bailian's waist.
The crack is not big, but the name that Lord Demon Lord once left is faintly visible.
Ning Feiyan's movements were extremely light and neat, and Bai Lian, who was concentrating on comprehending the sword's intention, recalling and recording Sanskrit, had not yet noticed it.
Hongzhuang lowered her head timidly, her face was red, but her eyes were bright. She looked up from time to time and peeked: "His Majesty the Demon King is really good at playing..."
Ning Feiyan looked at him and said, "The stupid cat is disobedient and always thinking about dying. How do you think we should disrupt his mind now?"
Hongzhuang felt like a thief. She coughed lightly and said tentatively: "Tickle him?"
Ning Feiyan hummed and nodded unequivocally: "Give you a chance to show off?"
Hongzhuang was raised by Mrs. Ning and was accustomed to following the rules since she was a child. She was not as evil as Ning Feiyan.
But being led by her sister to do bad things together made Xiao Hongzhuang's rule-abiding heart inevitably a little excited.
She bit her lower lip, with a hint of nervousness in her bright eyes, and tentatively stretched out her little hand to scratch Balian's itch.
No matter how carefully Balian studied and copied, he still felt the restless little hands on his waist.
His pupils suddenly trembled violently, and his fingers began to shake wildly. In an instant, the Sanskrit characters were drawn incorrectly, and the half-written rice paper burned to the ground without fire.
In the quiet classroom, the sound of grinding teeth was extremely clear.
Su Jing turned her head and glanced at him, her eyes falling on the burning ashes on his table with a bit of cold doubt in her eyes.
The veins on the back of Balian's hands were slightly raised. He put his hands on the table and was about to catch the troublesome little hand.
Hongzhuang felt a hint of threat, and ran away with her hands slippery. She hid under the table, like a little mouse that had stolen oil flowers, covering her beating little heart.
So exciting.
Bai Lian's face turned blue and he crumpled a piece of rice paper into a ball angrily.
Su Jing saw that his face looked very bad, so she just thought that he had made a mistake in copying the dial and was depressed, and did not think about it in other directions.
Balian was focused on understanding the sword soul in the dial, so that he could leave here early and save Ning Feiyan from having to deal with the opportunity.
Did this succubus really treat him as a toy to amuse Mengzi?
Just get started, this bastard even brought his own sister along to tickle him!
Balian knew without thinking that this attention must have come from Ning Feiyan, and he was so angry that he was shaking all over.
The mothers-in-law of ordinary families regard their men as very tight and precious.
She was good, and used him to tease her sister again and again! This corpse demon is so angry!
Seeing that Bai Lian's anger had calmed down and his reaction was extremely interesting, Hong Zhuang plucked up the courage to tickle him.
Balian tensed up and remained unmoved, knowing in his heart that the more he paid attention to her, the more complacent this little girl would become.
Hongzhuang scratched the left side of his waist and then the right side of his waist. Seeing that he had no reaction at all and was as cold as a corpse, the fun was instantly halved.
She looked at Ning Feiyan aggrievedly and complained silently.
Ning Feiyan was angry and funny, so she had no choice but to do it herself, pretending to be disgusted and lifting her fingers lightly, her movements indescribably elegant.
It's like a scholarly lady holding a pen like a painting, her wrists are as white as snow, and her skin is like gelatin.
It is a hand that can squeeze out flower juice from ancient scrolls and paintings.
Ning Feiyan has this special magic power. He is obviously doing very boring bad things, but he gives people a sense of elegance and arrogance for no reason.
It was obviously the same thing as tickling. Hongzhuang saw the body of Bai Lian, who had always been calm, tremble violently, like a little daughter-in-law who had been suddenly violated. She exhaled in class and seemed to be almost tickled. laugh out loud.
As Ji Yan's voice, she criticized at the right moment: "This classmate is still in class. Don't make trouble."
"Feiyan is really awesome." Hongzhuang was full of admiration.
Ning Feiyan raised her eyes disapprovingly: "He is too young."
Such a tone of commenting on the goods made Bailian forget about the Sanskrit text he copied in his hand. He tore it into pieces. He looked down with wet red eyes and grinded his teeth and said: "Ning - Fei - Yan - —”
Ning Feiyan, with an innocent look on his face, said curiously: "I can't understand. You are pretending to be up there and you haven't seen us. How can you tell who is messing with you?"
Balian's chest heaved heavily, his eyes were filled with fire, and he said dullly: "I just know."
"What?"
"Bad cat, every time you touch me with your hand, you have a subconscious action."
Balian glanced at Ning Feiyan awkwardly: "Your little finger always subconsciously teases me, so I just know it's you."
Ning Feiyan opened her beautiful eyes in surprise, he could actually see her subtle movements so clearly.
Baili Anjun's face turned red and he didn't say anything. He lay down on the table again with a glum look on his face.
"Feiyan..." Hongzhuang hesitated for a moment, but couldn't hold it back and said, "I think he really likes you."
Ning Feiyan glanced lightly and said: "He is only seventeen years old this year, and he knows what true love is. All he cares about is the child in my belly."
Hongzhuang thought for a while and said, "But his moodiness towards you has nothing to do with Feiyan and your child. I'm obviously very beautiful now, but he doesn't care about me at all."
The more Hongzhuang said, the more she felt sympathy for Bailian: "He likes you, Feiyan. I think he probably wants you to care more about him, but you not only don't care at all, but you also tease him in every possible way. Now he It must be very sad.”
After hearing this, Ning Feiyan felt inexplicably uneasy and irritable.
She believed that her relationship with Balian was just a casual affair, and her wealth was gone.
She likes this kind of pure way of getting along with each other without any complicated emotions.
If you don't like others, you will feel more relaxed.
She's always come this way.
The gentle and kind disguise on Ning Feiyan's face gradually peeled off in Hong Zhuang's words, revealing the mottled true side wrapped in steel knives and sharp thorns.
Her voice grew colder, with a sneer on her face: "Only a kid like you can tell right from wrong. I, Ning Feiyan, only care about interests."
Hongzhuang shook her head and said: "I know, Feiyan, you... you will never say what you really want."
These words seemed to touch Ning Feiyan's back, and an evil aura suddenly rose in her brows: "I think you are becoming more and more presumptuous."
Hongzhuang lowered her head: "Hongzhuang doesn't dare."
Ning Feiyan sneered: "If you speak pleasantly and do everything cheerfully, you will always be buried in dove poison. I have suffered enough from Mrs. Ning for this kind of thing. As a succubus, you can actually To believe in a man’s goodness.”
Hongzhuang timidly said: "But he is not an ordinary man, he is your stupid cat, sister."
Ning Feiyan's expression froze. She was good at debating and was suddenly speechless by Hongzhuang's unconvincing words.
She snorted coldly, turned her head away, and deliberately drew a red mark on Bailian's skin with her slightly long nails. She was obviously angry at Hong Zhuang, but she took her anger out on him.
It seemed like an unreasonable thing, but Ning Feiyan didn't realize it in his subconscious mind.
"So what if it's my stupid cat. I never love this stupid cat. I just use it to bully him."
Hongzhuang didn't expect that she could play like this. What was this desire to conquer?
How can any man control such a charming and enchanting witch who appears to be emotional but is actually ruthless?
"What? Look at your watery eyes, you must have fallen in love with this man. Today you are so abnormal to refute me for him. If you like it, I might as well give it to you generously."
Ning Feiyan can be said to hit wherever she wants. Knowing what Balian doesn't like to hear, she deliberately touches her minefield.
Very different from his usual temperament, he didn't even bother to figure out his thoughts.
She just naively felt that she was in a bad mood at the moment and wanted to mess up his mood. Her sharp claws that couldn't be restrained had to be sharpened on his heart before she could give up.
A cold hand suddenly reached out and held Ning Feiyan's slender wrist.
Ning Feiyan knew that he would be extremely angry at this moment and wanted to teach herself a lesson.
She didn't take it seriously, winked at Hongzhuang, and said lazily: "Why, you want me to teach you step by step?"
Hongzhuang held up her ten fingers and wanted to see her sister's silly cat getting furious.
Balian's face was solemn, and his dark eyes looked directly at Ning Feiyan from under the table.
Ning Feiyan refused to repent, and even smiled provocatively, showing off a small tiger tooth that was not obvious.
Balian didn't say a word, lowered his eyes, silently grabbed her palm, sulked, opened his mouth to scream, clicked her nails two or three times with his fangs all at once. Gnawed.
Ning Feiyan and Hongzhuang were both shocked!
Everyone knows that succubus hides poison in their fingers. Although most men in the world like the succubus' body, no matter how much they like it, no one dares to bite the succubus' nails directly.
Ning Feiyan couldn't laugh or cry as she watched her beautifully trimmed fingertips being chewed into uneven spots by the furious Bailian, making them look like they were being chewed by a dog.
Just as she was about to speak, Balian slightly bent her index finger and slowly exhaled a mouthful of white Yang Qi, which settled on her fingertips and never dispersed.
"Xiao Hongzhuang." Bai Lian imitated Ning Feiyan's teasing tone and called her in a low voice. There was a different kind of light in his dark eyes, and his voice was low and gentle: "Come here."
Hongzhuang was stunned. It was the first time for her to be actively fed by a man with such a doting look.
She was stunned for a moment, but then she saw the handsome and elegant brother-in-law smiled at her, with an inexplicable evil spirit, which was completely different from his usual serious and old-fashioned demeanor.
Hongzhuang has seen all kinds of men in her life, but she still can't stand the look in her eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she actually ignored Ning Feiyan's cold and wary gaze.
She couldn't help but leaned forward and sucked out the yang energy condensed on her fingertips. At the end of the day, without forgetting to blush, she whispered: "Thank you... thank you, brother-in-law."
Ning Feiyan coldly withdrew her hand and her tone became colder: "Why are you thanking him?!"
Hongzhuang clearly felt that Ning Feiyan's tone was unkind. She rarely couldn't control her emotions.
Hongzhuang was about to look back at her, but her chin was held firmly by Baili'an, and his gentle voice sounded: "Are you so greedy that your mouth is watering? You little greedy cat."
Bai Lian deliberately ignored Ning Feiyan's snorts and carefully wiped the saliva from the corners of Hongzhuang's lips without even looking at her.
Once a serious person flirts with someone, it can cause a woman to lose her original intention.
Hongzhuang's face was red, and she had no ability to think at all. Her movements became elegant and ladylike for no reason, but she was still the assassin woman who was killing everyone with a three-meter-long bone-cutting sword.
Hongzhuang was too shy to speak. She spoke twice before she mustered up the courage to whisper: "Brother-in-law, can you give me some more?"
Balian raised his eyebrows and smiled, losing all the resistance and anger he had just now: "Okay, I'll give you as much as I want for Xiao Hongzhuang."
As he spoke, he took Hongzhuang's little hand affectionately.
Hongzhuang blushed and didn't resist, eagerly trying to suck in his yang energy again.
Ning Feiyan's hair was clogged, and her expression showed a hint of unhappiness: "Hey, hey, you are my food. Since when have you been allowed to raise other women?"
Balian smiled warmly, and gently wrapped her fingers around the green hair between her red temples and wrapped it around the back of her head. He placed his palm on her head and gently stroked her slender neck.
In response to Ning Feiyan's clamor, he was neither provocative nor arrogant, but was gentle to Hongzhuang: "Little Hongzhuang must be healthy and strong."
Hongzhuang has been a lonely shadow in the darkness for so many years. When did she feel so gentle to someone, her nose became sore again.
Ning Feiyan watched this scene with cold eyes. Although she knew that Bai Lian was deliberately putting on a show for her, seeing his warm and caring lines, it was clear that he would only say them to her.
Now she told Hongzhuang.
Ning Feiyan felt uncomfortable in every possible way, and there seemed to be small bugs growing under her buttocks. She twisted her left and right, but there was no comfortable position.
Feeling so good, Balian still touched Hongzhuang's cheek with fake generosity and asked her, "How are you, brother-in-law?"
The once dull succubus killer girl pretended to be shy now, nodded, and her voice softened: "Okay."
The corners of Bai Lian's lips curled up. She was very happy with the title of brother-in-law. She glanced at Ning Feiyan secretly from the corner of her eye and saw that she was angry.
Very good, I feel very happy.
His affectionate words passed between his lips and teeth, bringing out a hint of ambiguity, which made people inexplicably flustered: "Brother-in-law will be kind to you alone from now on. Do you like it?"
Hongzhuang, who didn't notice her sister's face at all, rubbed her cheek against Balian's palm: "I like it."
Ning Feiyan finally couldn't bear it anymore and pursed her lips tightly, with anger hidden in her eyes.
like?
what do you like! She just likes it?
A sweet talker can make you happy by saying a few sweet words?
Ning Hongzhuang, is this the only way you can get ahead?
Ning Feiyan's charming face was cold, and she finally couldn't bear it anymore when she saw Bai Lian hooking her fingers and teasing Xiao Hongzhuang again.
Ning Dashen, who has always been shrewd and capable, used the same childish and absurd method. The bad cat furred, raised its tail, and nibbled on Balian's finger.
There was no ambiguity in her words at all, and Balian's fingers were almost bitten off by her.
Su Jing saw Bai Lian's little movements in front of her eyes. She got up from the last row of clothes and came to his desk. She took out the half piece of discarded rice paper on his desk, and her voice was as cold as ever:
"Why are you so distracted today? I see that you copied the Sanskrit text very well. If you pay more attention, it will not be difficult to copy it."
