Yu Chu's heart raced through countless muddy horses, biting his lips to feel the heat of his body. The devil's air flow is getting stronger and stronger, and if this continues, it may really bleed to death from the seven orifices.
Ansair is a god, but she is human.
I can't bear it.
My nima...
Filled with grief and indignation, Yu Chu stood up slowly, trying to suppress the sensation in his body, while slowly walking towards the high platform.
She walked up to the high platform step by step, her eyes met the snow-white elf in front of the tombstone, and she was struggling again.
In the end is to be a qualified socialist successor, or to be an excellent socialist successor.
Standing in front of the steps, she didn't dare to walk over, and she didn't even dare to look at Ansair.
A war leader a hundred years ago, a young magical genius, a pure god.
People are not familiar with her yet.
But the demonic energy gradually occupied the brain, and the malice was input to the greatest extent, as if there were some hoarse thoughts and laughed: "Fucked him..."
Yu Chu shuddered.
She stood up without tears, and bowed seriously to the great gods in the history textbooks.
Ansair took a step back.
The young man's beautiful clear eyes stared at her, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, revealing a trace of dullness.
He looked at the girl quietly, and as she came forward step by step, the boy's eyes fell on the devilish energy around her, and he pursed his lips without retreating.
He whispered: "I will teach you spells."
The clear voice of the young man was heard in the ears, and the snow-colored hem of the clothes made the fire in people's hearts more and more intense.
Yu Chu said numbly, "Thank you, but I can't concentrate my magic now, haha."
Ansair blinked slightly.
Yu Chu wanted to say something more, but her heart suddenly felt a sharp pain again. She was caught off guard, her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground in front of her, with big beads of sweat dripping down.
The snow-colored man in front of him gently half-knelt down. Yu Chu saw his slender, white fingers under his sleeves. His mind was still in pain and he hadn't recovered from the pain. His body had already taken the lead. She reached out and took that hand.
She raised her head, facing a pair of ice-silver pure eyes, the other party looked at her without emotion, if he didn't know that this was him, his expressionless face would be like a cold picture in a textbook.
Yu Chu slowly crawled over.
She grabbed his fingers with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to hold the boy's shoulders. She covered it lightly and climbed into his arms.
The elf was obviously not used to this kind of intimacy. Yu Chu saw his delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and his other hand wanted to push her away, but the chain bound his wrist, and that hand was only halfway extended, and was restrained from moving forward.
Yu Chu pressed the person below, staring at the long ice-silver hair that spread all over the floor, against the fair face of the god, the beautiful and delicate face, a pair of ice-silver pupils, looking at her in a daze, and a little ignorantly .
Yu Chu groaned in his heart, lifted Ansair's fair chin with one hand, and asked in a low voice:
"Can I kiss you?"
The petal-like thin lips of the teenager parted slightly: "Dear..."
Just now when he said such a word half-understood, the girl uttered a clear oh.
Her fingers flipped over to cover Ansair's slender lips, and kissed the young man's forehead cherishingly.
Ansair slightly opened his icy silver pupils, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his slender fingers subconsciously pushed over again, but was restrained by the chain on his wrist again.
The hand on the slender lips moved away slightly, and a careful kiss landed on his lips.