"How's the arm?"
"Touch it." Chuzheng passed her hand.
Xuan Ying put down the teacup and first checked the black fingerprint on Chu Zheng's wrist. He couldn't think of any other way for the time being.
"Why did the loach come to Hanjiang City?"
loach
Xuan Ying reacted to what Chu Zheng said about the river god.
His slender fingers moved slowly and passed the coolness to Chuzheng: "He lost the protection of the temple, and he used his power recklessly. The law of heaven and earth found him long ago."
Chuzheng stood up directly, pulled Xuan Ying's hand away, sat in his arms, and put his arms on him.
Xuan Ying froze.
"Chuzheng girl..."
"It's so comfortable." Chu Zheng justified.
Xuan Ying glanced at her, but did not see anything else on her face, and her eyes were clear and clear, as if he thought too much.
Xuan Ying had to let her go, clasping her wrist with one hand and wrapping the other around her waist, continuing what he just said: "The law of heaven and earth wants to destroy all non-human races, and he has no protection, so he can only hide in the place with the most people. Safe."
The hundreds of thousands of people in Hanjiang City used these humans to block his breath, so that the law of heaven and earth could not detect him.
The law of heaven and earth is not human, it does not think, it can only be detected when the aura of non-human races leaks.
The River God just saw him turn around and go away, but he didn't dare to do it, probably because he was afraid that if he did, he would be discovered.
Listening to Xuan Ying's explanation, Chu Zheng remembered the strange thunder cloud that came last time...
The little loach ran away when he saw it.
"How do you know so clearly?"
"I also need to cover up my whereabouts like this."
He is also a member of the inhuman race.
Chuzheng looked at him sideways, and the man's eyes drooped slightly, staring at the tea that was gradually losing its heat on the table.
The gods, ghosts, and monsters who once had great scenery and turned their hands over clouds and rain, are now bereaved dogs and must be expelled.
Only humans, this weak but strong race, are the only winners.
Xuan Ying's cheeks suddenly became hot, and he held his face with both hands, forcing him to raise his head, Xuan Ying's eyes suddenly darkened, and the soft and hot lips were pressed against his lips.
Xuan Ying's pupils shrank slightly.
The fingers that clasped Chuzheng's wrist squeezed hard.
Chuzheng stopped, but didn't leave, just pressed his lips and said, "Do you want to lose my hand?"
The strength of the grip on her wrist loosened, and Chuzheng kissed her again.
Xuanying: "… "
Although his memory was incomplete, he intuitively told him that no one had ever been so close to him before, not even holding hands.
The unfamiliar breath blended and wrapped around his cold lips and teeth.
The hand holding his cheek slowly fell on his shoulder, and the hot breath took away the coolness from his lips little by little.
At this time, Xuan Ying couldn't remember what they were talking about just now, the laws of heaven and earth, the river gods... all disappeared.
Xuan Ying's jaw was closed, and Chu Zheng was not given a chance.
Chuzheng tried it twice, and seeing that he had no intention of letting go, he no longer insisted, and only kissed him lingeringly.
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The fragrance of the medicine diffused in the pharmacy, Xuan Ying turned her head sideways, her lips were blushing, and there was a look of annoyance between her brows.
Chuzheng was still sitting in his arms, holding a cup of tea and drinking slowly, just looking at it, she was a little docile and well-behaved.
Xuan Ying glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, thinking to himself: Now you know how to drink slowly
"you… "
"Drink?"
Chu Zheng and Xuan Ying spoke at the same time.
The teacup was handed to Xuan Ying's lips. In the dark ceramic teacup, there was still half a cup of tea, and the fragrance of tea drifted from the tip of his nose.
Somehow, Xuan Ying took Chuzheng's hand and drank half a cup of tea.
He also brought warm tea down his throat and flowed into his stomach, like a burning sensation, which made his body a little uncomfortable.
It was only after Xuan Ying drank that she realized that she had drank this cup of tea just now.
"Go down!" Xuan Ying turned his face when he said that, his voice was low and his face darkened.
Chuzheng stepped on the ground with her toes and stood up gently.
Her arms were empty, Xuan Ying breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little lost.
But he quickly calmed down that emotion, and when Chuzheng turned around, he shook his sleeves and blocked it in front of him.
"Why are you kissing me?"
"I want to kiss." Chuzheng propped up the table, tilted her head, and said in a very serious tone: "Can't you? You didn't push me away, proving that you..."
"Shut up!" Xuan Ying's tone was full of annoyance.
Xuan Ying didn't even have time to clean up his own tea set, so he just walked away and left.
Chuzheng leaned against the table and brushed his fingertips over the edge of the teacup. A casual smile suddenly appeared on that cold and cold face.
A very light and indifferent smile, which was fleeting, and when I looked again, it was still the expressionless girl.
-
At night, Xuan Ying appeared with a demon.
He threw the demon in the backyard, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Chu Zheng standing at the door, staring at him intently.
When Xuan Ying saw her, she remembered the kiss.
"Why haven't you rested yet?"
Xuan Ying lowered her head and asked her in a muffled voice.
Chuzheng leaned against the door frame: "What corpse did you pick up from me again?"
Xuan Ying corrected: "This is a demon."
Chuzheng was annoyed: "What's the difference."
Chuzheng came over from there and glanced at the demon who had died: "What happened to you?"
Xuan Ying suddenly raised his head, and an obscure ray flashed in his eyes: "I'm upset, I want to kill."
The dark clouds in the sky do not know when to disperse, the crescent moon shows a corner, and the faint light falls on the man.
The handsome face looked a bit gloomy at this time.
He stared at Chuzheng: "Miss Chuzheng, have you seen it? Killing demons and killing people are no different to me. I'm not a person, I don't know what I am, I... "
Chu Zheng reached out and hugged him.
"I don't care what you are, you are mine."
Xuan Ying's words were blocked in his throat by Chu Zheng's hug.
Xuan Ying saw that the moonlight cast the shadows of the two on the ground, overlapping and lingering together, indescribably intimate and lingering.
He wanted her to know that there was no future with him.
He wants to scare her off...
They should have no other fetters.
But…
The temperature on her body is too much for Xuan Ying to covet.
Xuan Ying raised his hand slowly, embraced the person in front of him, and pressed him hard in his arms.
-
Xuan Ying woke up from the bottom of the lake. When he woke up, he didn't remember anything except the spell that existed almost instinctively.
I don't remember who I am and why I sleep at the bottom of the lake.
Later, he gradually had a memory, remembering his name, remembering the God Realm, remembering the people in the God Realm, how to gouge out his heart.
Remember his last remaining resentment and anger.
However, the channel to the God Realm was closed, and he could no longer return to the God Realm.
He couldn't remember how long he had been wandering around this time since he woke up.
Without his heart, his body is always cold.
Can't feel any temperature.
He is always alone.
He didn't need anyone to accompany him, and no one could accompany him.
Xuan Ying's chin rested on Chuzheng's neck, and her voice was low: "You will regret it."
The girl's firm voice followed closely: "I will never regret it."