nbsp; Chapter 87 The Demonic Saint (6
Xiao Yan was brought back from his thoughts by Qinglin's clear cry, and turned around, feeling very embarrassed. www..com
Xiao Yan's reaction made Qing Lin seem to think of something. He lowered his head and found that he was naked with his delicate body, and his dimples turned red instantly. He hurriedly took out the clothes from the ring and covered his delicate body randomly, and bowed his head slightly in shyness.
"Qing Lin, I'm sorry for this."
Xiao Yan opened his mouth to explain, but in the end it just turned into a sigh. I'm sorry, things have already happened like this; it's unintentional, remember that I feel like an overlord is forcing myself to bow. This made Xiao Yan worried. He was not good at words. He really didn't know how to explain it. He just rubbed his blue scales stupidly and rubbed his hands uneasily. He opened his mouth several times but could not spit out a word. , with a look of shame on his face.
Does brother Xiao Yan dislike him? When Qing Lin saw Xiao Yan's expression, his heart was like a knife piercing his heart, and his face was pale and pale.
He sighed, perhaps because he really couldn't bear Xiao Yan to fall into deep embarrassment. Qing Lin struggled fiercely in his heart for a while, then he gritted his teeth and said almost word by word: "Although I don't know that Brother Xiao Yan has been What's wrong, but Qinglin wants to tell brother Xiao Yan that Qinglin did it voluntarily, and brother Xiao Yan doesn't need to feel so guilty. Qinglin knows that he can't catch up with brother Xiao Yan. With brother Xiao Yan's previous care, Qinglin is already very good. Contented."
After saying these words, Qing Lin seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and tears fell down. She was afraid in her heart, afraid that in Xiao Yan's heart she was still the little girl she was before, the little sister who didn't understand anything.
A girl has talked so much. If Xiao Yan still doesn't know what to do, then he is really not a human being.
"Blue scales."
Xiao Yan saw that Qing Lin not only didn't blame him for a word, but instead thought about himself at all times. If he got a daughter like this, what else could a husband ask for? Xiao Yan moved forward and hugged Qing Lin tightly, already accepting Qing Lin in his heart.
Qing Lin cried with joy in Xiao Yan's arms, her small face was made pitiful by the tears, which made Xiao Yan feel extremely pitiful.
"No, no, I will call you Qing'er from now on." Xiao Yan hugged Qing Lin, seeming to murmur, but also expressing his true feelings, "From now on, you will be my Qing'er. Hey, my Qing'er will grow up." She is no longer that little girl, she will be my Xiao Yan’s woman from now on."
More tears came out of Qinglin. She closed her eyes and pinched her arm quietly. The pain showed that she was not dreaming. She whispered: "Brother Xiao Yan, Qinglin wants to be yours in every dream." As for the woman, Qing Lin wants to ask Brother Xiao Yan a question, is that okay?"
"Of course, just ask." Xiao Yan no longer felt guilty as before, hugging Qing Lin and immersed in Qing Lin's tenderness.
"Qing Lin wants to ask Brother Xiao Yan if he really has Qing Lin in his heart." Qing Lin turned around and looked at Xiao Yan with a look of anticipation on his face.
"Of course there is, there always is!" Xiao Yan replied confidently.
"Why did brother Xiao Yan look unhappy just now? Qing Lin thought that brother Xiao Yan disliked Qing Lin." Qing Lin pouted her little mouth, and her playful look was very much like that of a little girl who was coquettishly treating her lover. daughter in law.
"How could that happen? I didn't know what was going on before. I just fell in love with you. I didn't expect it was you. I was afraid that I was using force on you, and I was afraid that you didn't want it in your heart." Xiao Yan said.
Xiao Yan was not lying. He was really at a loss because of this. How could he have imagined that he would have sex with a woman in a dream, how could he have imagined that this woman was Qinglin, and how could he have imagined that Mr. Zhan had touched him secretly. .
After receiving the affirmative answer from his sweetheart, Qing Lin smiled like a flower and buried her little face in Xiao Yan's arms. Her heart was as sweet as drinking honey, and she said softly: "Brother Xiao Yan is still so stupid. Qing Lin is willing to do so."
"Oh, my Qing'er has really grown up, how come you are here?" Xiao Yan asked, gently stroking Qing Lin's hair.
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"I don't know either. When brother Xiao Yan broke through the Dou Emperor, Qing'er suddenly heard a call from somewhere and was taken into this tower."
"It was very dark in the tower and I couldn't get out. Qing'er was so scared. At that time, Qing'er really wanted brother Xiao Yan to be around. Qing'er thought that as long as brother Xiao Yan was here, he would be able to get out. So Qing'er I am practicing hard, hoping to break the seal as soon as possible and go out to find brother Xiao Yan."
"Brother Xiao Yan, you know, Qing'er was so helpless at that time. Fortunately, I can still think about brother Xiao Yan. As long as I think of you, I won't be afraid of anything."
At this point, Qing Lin's body was trembling slightly, as if that scene was right in front of him.
It turns out that Qing Lin followed the Ziwu Lingxu Tower to the Dou Emperor Continent, but he was not as strong as Dou Di and could not compete with the rules of heaven and earth, so he could only be trapped in the dark space of the tower, practicing alone in loneliness and fear.
"Okay, Qing'er, all this has passed. Now that I am by your side, you are no longer alone and you no longer have to be afraid." Xiao Yan comforted him and patted Qing Lin's back.
"Yeah." Qing Lin snuggled into Xiao Yan's arms obediently, her face full of happiness.
"By the way, when I was at the top of the tower, a voice often told me that I was a saint from some kind of monster clan. She asked me to practice well and I would shoulder great responsibilities in the future." Qinglin suddenly raised his head, somewhat He said to Xiao Yan in confusion.
"Uh" Xiao Yan almost swallowed his breath and couldn't breathe for a long time. Then he remembered the identity of the Saint of Qinglin Demon Clan. He turned Qinglin's body, held Qinglin's shoulders, and looked at Qinglin. Lin, Qing Lin was a little straight and timid, and she felt a little proud in her heart: "Haha, my woman is a saint from the demon clan, hahahaha."
But before he could show off his strength, he felt a basin of cold water poured down on him. Saint, what is a saint? Saints of any race are pure and innocent, but Qinglin is now his woman. If the demon clan finds out, will the demon clan fight for her? Be good, the entire demon clan is looking for you.
"I hope I won't be discovered by the demon clan. When my Xiao clan grows stronger, humph, I can confidently marry the demon clan's saint girl home!" At this time, Xiao Yan had an extremely strong desire to expand his power and improve his strength.
"What's wrong, are you feeling uncomfortable? Or is Xiao Yan's brother afraid that Qing Lin is a demon clan saint?" Qing Lin asked a little worriedly when he saw that Xiao Yan's face was gloomy.
"I'm fine. Qing'er is a saint from the demon clan. In Dou Emperor Continent, this is a supremely glorious status. How can I be taboo about it?"
Xiao Yan slowly told Qinglin about the structure of Doudi Continent and his experiences after coming to Doudi Continent, but he sighed quietly in his heart. Zhen Ni is the daughter of the emperor of the human race, and Qing Muer is the sister of the emperor of the demon race. , now that Qinglin is a saint from the demon clan, I really don’t know if I should be lucky or guilty.
In addition to these sighs, Xiao Yan also had a deep confusion in his heart, and that was about smelting the blood of the demon clan.
Now that he is in a relationship with the demon saint, why is there no blood reaction at all? But if having sex with a demon clan saint has no effect, why would Mr. Zhan spend so much energy to make it so mysterious?
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"I didn't expect that brother Xiao Yan had to suffer a lot when he came to the Dou Emperor Continent, but brother Xiao Yan is so awesome. He has become a four-star Dou Emperor in such a short time, and he is quite famous." Qing Lin listened happily to Xiao Yan Yan told himself, looking at Xiao Yan's eyes full of pride.
"Haha, it's just a fluke." A man is always a little proud when his woman praises him.
"Brother Xiao Yan is still so humble." Qing Lin caressed Xiao Yan's cheek, his eyes were watery, and his warm breath brushed against Xiao Yan's ears, making him suddenly agitated.
Xiao Yan's arm around Qing Lin couldn't help but tighten a little. Wherever he touched it, he could feel Qing Lin's soft and satin-like skin. The warmth and softness penetrated his heart, and he couldn't help but feel distraught.
"Yesterday I was in a daze, with the beautiful woman in my arms, but I was so confused that I had no memory. What a pity." Xiao Yan regretted, his heartbeat started to accelerate and his throat felt a little dry.
Qing Lin raised his head and looked at Xiao Yan's eyes that were beginning to blur. He seemed to be aware of Xiao Yan's intention. He hurriedly closed his loose collar to cover his half-exposed spring sunshine. His face was as red as a peach blossom. He lowered his head shyly.
Little did he know, her shy attitude of refusing to welcome her even more aroused Xiao Yan's sexual desire. Xiao Yan stared at the beauty's ice and snow jade cheeks, and felt that they were so beautiful and moving that his heart and soul trembled. He couldn't help but get close to her head and shine on that face. The bright red red cherry sandalwood mouth was kissed.
"No, no"
"No, don't want it."
The swung pink fist fell weakly on Xiao Yan. Qing Lin was already speechless, only his gasping voice encouraged Xiao Yan.
"I didn't take good care of Qing'er yesterday, so let me make up for it today."
Xiao Yan was burning like a raging fire. He could no longer breathe. He didn't even care about his breasts. He opened his chest and let all his clothes fall. Then he flicked his fingers like lightning and flicked the green scale clothes belt away. With a slight pull, the snow clothes were as thin as cicada wings. Then it floated down.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the clouds cleared and the rain dispersed
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