Balian raised his hand to hold her seemingly smart, but actually dazed little head, met her eyes, and said seriously:
"This is proof of a clear reputation. A woman only lives once in her life and is extremely precious.
It should be left to the one you love and should not be handed out casually like this, do you understand? "
Balian felt regretful that he should not have agreed to accompany her in such nonsense to satisfy her unrealistic curiosity.
What a puppet!
What a puppet porcelain doll!
It's all bullshit!
Bailian didn't want to delve into such a profound issue, as the racial rationale was too complicated.
The only condition he determined was that the woman sitting on him in front of him was a person of flesh and blood.
No matter how she came into this world, even though she had no father or mother, she did not fall into the world like ordinary humans.
Maybe she looked like this and was at this age when she came into this world.
But it was clear that she was in pain, and she would look so lonely when she said that she was just a mold.
Even though she concealed it very well, every time she talked about the Lord of Snow City,
In those cold, sorrowless eyes, there was still a faint autumn wind-like desolation, and loneliness.
It seems like I have been abandoned in this long time, and I have been floating up and down in this world of people for too long.
That's why she desperately explored her body. She always calls herself a doll, but she herself doesn't actually regard herself as a doll.
Even more cruel.
She cherishes herself just because she feels that she is like a "legacy" left by her favorite master.
She treats herself as an object to collect and play with, sometimes knocking on it, finding novelty for fun.
But she is not an object, nor is she a pure doll.
She said she had no heart, but Balian could hear her beating heart when she was having fun.
She said that all her human emotions were preset by her master, but she clearly gets angry and bites when in pain.
Her blood is warm, her body is soft, and her bones are slender. She feels soft when you hold her up, and her hair is cool and refreshing.
Occasionally and inadvertently, he will show his pride for his master.
These various signs all indicate...
She is clearly just an ordinary woman.
The saddest thing is that she didn't realize it.
At this moment, Balian suddenly understood why the Lord of Snow City wanted to pour all the knowledge in the world into her heart.
It's not because of the so-called desire to create a "perfect" puppet.
Rather, it was out of a feeling that was almost desperate and sad. She knew that she didn't have much time, and she didn't have time to teach her the right and wrong of this world.
I can only use this extreme but comprehensive method, thinking that I can safely hand over all the knowledge in the world to her.
She is calm, calm, collected, knowledgeable, and powerful, but she is unable to analyze the true emotions of human beings.
She would be wrong. Xue Fu did not ask her to be strong, perfect, and invincible.
I just hope that she can use the power of this knowledge to become a complete human being and fully understand the joys, sorrows, joys, loves, and hates of this world.
Jiujiu didn't know that the Lord of Snow City was more like her "mother" than her master.
"Girl? Woman? Are you talking about me?" Jiujiu felt that Balian was ridiculous. How could he be so naive to say something that even a three-year-old child wouldn't say.
She smiled coolly and said: "What do you think the so-called "pure reputation" that humans care about means to me?
As for the "beloved one", it is really ridiculous. How can an unintentional puppet hide the one he loves? "
She lazily frowned and her face returned to calm and indifferent: "Put away your unnecessary worries.
Come to think of it, such people simply don’t exist.
But you really surprised me. So you are the key to my body? "
"Key?" Balian frowned.
Ninety-Nine hummed, "Master has hidden "desire" in my body. To me, this "desire" symbolizes supreme power.
And this kind of power is a treasure box left by the owner. This kind of "desire" is exactly a kind of "poison" for the True Ancestor Evil God that can effectively restrain her.
Well, this will be an unexpected help for my next plan.
And if you want to open this treasure box, you need to find the real key to open it. Tell me what "desire" is. "
Obviously, Jiujiu is very happy that Bailian can do this.
She stopped biting him and said with a smile on her face: "I seem to be lucky. I didn't expect that you little guy would be the key I was looking for."
Ninety-nine's slender and graceful fingertips gently stroked Balian's lower abdomen, and his brows stained with a layer of morbid obsession and joy were no longer cold, but still calm and calm.
"Bailian, you turned me on."
She whispered his name seriously and solemnly.
What made Balian awkward was that she called his name obsessively, while looking at him with her sickly and confused eyes.
Balian felt his hair all over her body. She shook her body and was about to speak, but she heard her groan, with a hint of pain in her eyes.
Balian didn't dare to move and asked softly: "How are you, are you okay?"
Jiujiu did not answer the question, but patted him on the shoulder to indicate that he wanted to continue.
Different from the business-like manner just now, she began to show interest.
Balian was speechless about her almost perverted obsession with studying her own body.
It's just that things have reached this point, and it would be too ruthless to push her away.
He simply obeyed her and became better.
After all, in this kind of thing, he didn't want to just bring painful memories to the woman.
At this time, there is no point in being a gentleman.
Balian's face turned pale when he saw her moving slightly.
After all, I couldn't bear it, let alone continue to be a dead person and let her do whatever she wanted.
After all, he was much more experienced than her in this regard.
"Let me do it."
Hearing Bailian's sudden soft words, which were much gentler, Jiujiu was stunned for a moment and said nothing.
Balian patted her thigh.
Jiujiu didn't move, just looked at him with cool eyes.
In fact, I didn't dare to move because I was afraid of the pain.
Balian knew what she was worried about and said, "Don't be afraid, just trust me, okay?"
This gentle attitude made Jiujiu unable to object. While she remained silent, she still wrapped her legs carefully around Bai Lian.
Balian felt the change in her heartbeat and couldn't help but chuckle.
Even if she studied this aspect in depth, when she was actually faced with it, all she showed was the attitude that a little girl should have.
As a result, I felt a little more pity in my heart.
This soft body sticks to the palm of the hand, as if it has no bones, and it goes softly into the heart.
Balian believed that even if Ninety-nine was not considered a play doll, this body was still a rare and extremely rare one among those dolls.
Pressing his back against the wall with a little force, Baili An stood up steadily.
He paused for a moment, giving her enough time to feel that she was no longer shaking so violently, and then asked warmly, "Is she feeling better?"
When Jiujiu stood, his height was clearly equal to his, implying domineering.
At this moment, he was curled up like a cat, and his little body became a soft ball.
She pressed her head against Bailian's chest, put her arms on the boy's shoulders, and nodded obediently without knowing it, as if she was cold.
The sharp claws are rounded and non-aggressive.
As if Balian suddenly remembered something, he put one hand into the Qiankun pouch and took out a clean and soft handkerchief.
The snow-white veil slowly revealed a ray of color like the setting sun, and Balian stuffed the veil into her belt.
Jiujiu couldn't understand his current behavior and asked: "What are you doing?"
"In this world, many things that can be called the first time are precious, so we should pay attention to treasure them."
Jiujiu's eyes were blank for a moment, and his brain was obviously working rapidly again, searching for the meaning of Bailian's behavior.
After a while, she understood the intention of this behavior and expressed her disdain: "Only humans like you who stick to the rules and pay attention to vanity will pay attention to this meaningless and empty situation. Dolls don't have this kind of thing. Take things away. I do not want."
Balian approached her slowly, with a hint of approaching.
Her body and mind suddenly softened, and she almost slipped off of him.
The faint rosiness coming out of the doll's face, which was as cold as snow and jade, seemed to be darker.
She hugged him uncomfortably and lifted her body up, trying to avoid his approach.
Balian's hand lingering in her belt did not retract, but held her waist firmly and controlled her body slowly.
He felt the ten fingers placed on his shoulders suddenly dig into his skin, and the fingertips trembled.
But the woman remained silent, just like she said, like a delicate and quiet porcelain doll.
When he raised his eyes, he saw that the woman's cold appearance was as delicate as rose dew. There were small crystal beads of sweat slowly sliding down from the slender curve of her neck.
Even though I was heartless, I had to admit that this was a very beautiful picture.
Balian leaned forward and raised his head, and gently rubbed the tip of his nose between her sweat-moistened side of her neck. This woman had the fresh, vigorous and warm fragrance of a daughter.
He even said what kind of doll he was...
"If you want to study your own body, you naturally have to abide by human rules. Collecting is also one of the rituals.
You don’t know how to value it, that’s okay, I’ll teach you..."
At this moment, Balian's slow and hoarse voice had a trace of moisture in his throat.
With a slightly nasal voice, a bit demonic, there is a mature sex appeal between a teenager and a young man.
Ninety-nine didn't know why, but his breath was obviously cold, but the skin on his neck felt extremely hot and itchy.
Obviously, I can deal with this kid with ease on weekdays and can guess his thoughts clearly and accurately, but now I can't quite hear his voice.
Each word was pronounced in a clear and precise manner, but it was as if it was being rubbed gently into the ears with a soft brush, making it itch.
Jiujiu resisted the urge to stretch out his little finger to scratch his ear piercing, frowned and said: "Since you said it is one of the necessary rituals, I will put it away. You should do your work seriously and stop talking. "
Balian narrowed his eyes: "You have to put it away when you need it. Don't wait until you're done, do it perfunctorily, then turn your back and throw it away. Remember?"
Xu gradually came to understand that the character of this doll woman had a somewhat cold flavor in it.
Unlike Ning Feiyan, who is a tsundere who doesn't mean what she says, she is really cool and doesn't care about things.
Therefore, when he gave instructions again and again, his words had a somewhat commanding tone.
In order to make her remember this moment deeply, Balian tilted towards her with a sense of cannibalization.
Ninety-nine eyes suddenly became flooded with color, and his lips were tightly closed.
He just felt like a red-hot coal, leaving an indelible mark wherever he was burned.
This feeling……
It actually looks very much like the last mark the master made on her hearth array with exquisite and magical carving strokes when he created her.
From then on, the first instruction was injected into her consciousness and even her soul.
More than ten years after her master's death, she seemed to have received this familiar instruction again.
So the moment Balian penetrated her deeply, the words he said to treasure it and not to throw it away naturally formed an array of commands that was imprinted in her heart.
At the moment when this command formed itself, she seemed to have found her true value again.
She is no longer just an empty doll without a master and without orders.
She regarded this precious command as a revelation, and she wrapped herself around him unconsciously, clinging to him eagerly and almost desperately, rubbing against him vigorously.
Balian's cheeks were itchy from being rubbed by her soft hair, and he had not yet reacted to the strange state of mind just now.
The cold and ascetic doll girl's face was extremely flushed, her eyes were particularly blurry and bright, and she hugged him tightly.
He also spoke incoherently: "Master...well, master...master...is this an order? Is this an order from master...an order..."
She is very fierce and crazy, as if she wants to eat people.
Balian took a breath and pressed her hard with both hands, forcing her to do it honestly.
"What nonsense, what master's order?! Ninety-nine, you are so stupid that you think I am the Lord of Snow City, right?"
Balian's face turned livid with anger.
Thousands of thoughts suddenly came to mind.
Could this guy have some evil intentions towards his master? At this moment, he just regards him as a substitute for his beloved master.
This is very disturbing.
Jiujiu's body was tightly controlled by him, unable to move, but he turned around without giving up.
Until Balian slapped her on the buttocks and said out of breath, "Why are you so crazy? Look at me, do you know who I am?"
Jiujiu finally woke up and realized that although the person in front of her could give orders, he was not her former master.
She gasped and calmed down, knowing that she had just lost her composure and turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to him.
It's just that in this case, every word and word that Balian said became an "order."
She had no choice but to obey, and could only turn her face straight, look at him without blinking, and reply: "You are Bailian."
Balian was stunned for a moment, and finally noticed something was wrong with her, and asked in confusion: "What's the matter with you?"
Jiujiu frowned, aware of the seriousness of the situation, and thought about it seriously.
Even though this happened in a haphazard manner, with her extraordinary "wisdom", she finally came to a conclusion.
