Every inch of the mouth was being licked aggressively by the other party, the strong possessiveness and greed made Shen Mubai feel his scalp numb and he almost couldn't breathe.
The corners of her eyes were slightly red, she couldn't help turning her face away, resisting the body on her body, but was tightly restrained by the other party, her jaw was pinched again, and the warm breath invaded (zhan) again.
When a cultivator does this kind of thing, he doesn't need to worry about breathing. Because of the spiritual power of his dantian, it can be said that as long as the person involved doesn't stop, it won't be a problem for a month.
But the feeling that the soul in his bones seemed to be licked once was too creepy, Shen Mubai couldn't help making a thin whimper from his throat, and the originally clear eyes were filled with a fog of bewilderment.
Yan Rong kissed her eyelids, and said in a soothing tone, "Master, don't cry."
Shen Mubai wiped the corners of his eyes in embarrassment, turned around in shame, and remained silent.
Yan Rong hugged her whole body from behind, greedily sniffing her clean scent, and said in a hoarse voice, "I miss you so much, Master."
Then he laughed softly, "You don't even know how much Tuer misses you."
Something is wrong.
Shen Mubai listened to his words silently, always feeling an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.
She tentatively asked, "Is this the Demon Realm?"
Reminiscent of this strange place full of demonic energy everywhere, and the title of Mozun, it is almost inseparable.
Yan Rong hummed and hugged her quietly.
Shen Mubai felt that the other party's chin was on his shoulder, and continued softly, "Master, do you like this place? When I first came here, most of my cultivation was abolished, and I almost died."
Eyelids twitched, Shen Mubai chose to shut up silently.
"However, at that time, I was still in a more terrifying place. There were terrible things there. If I didn't kill them, they would kill me." When Yan Rong said these words, his tone was very calm, It's hard to imagine what kind of situation he was in.
"Master, at that time, every time when this disciple couldn't hold on anymore, he would think of you." Yan Rong said softly, "So I survived, and it took a hundred years to crawl out of that ghostly place , and then killed the current Demon Venerable."
Shen Mubai couldn't stop shivering, she couldn't figure out whether Yan Rong hated her or liked her.
"Master, for the past hundred years, this disciple has been thinking about you day and night." He tightened his arms, hugging his most important thing like a child who lacks love, and would not let go.
Shen Mubai paused, and asked, "How did I come here?"
Yan Rong said, "Qiyang Sect."
Shen Mubai's eyebrows twitched, Yanrong was treated like that at the beginning, and now she has become like this, she dare not imagine Qiyangzong's current situation.
"Master, are you worried about them?" Yan Rong spoke slowly, and a deep voice came from behind.
Shen Mubai didn't know how to answer, she was not a saint, so naturally she couldn't have any sympathy for those people back then. But when I think of the bloody scene, I feel very complicated.
"I just killed the person who deserved to be killed." Yan Rong's face came closer, and she rubbed her cheek affectionately, "Then I just destroyed Qi Yangzong, Master, I didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately."
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