Where the smoke started, Qin Yi hugged Ming He and rolled several times. When he stopped, Ming He was on the bottom and Qin Yi was on top, pressing down firmly.
The tragic Ming He was hit by Qin Yi, and his injury, which had already recovered slightly, became much heavier, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again. He wanted to push Qin Yi away from his body, but he didn't have the strength to move.
Qin Yi's body was about to fall apart, but he was not in the mood to eat beauty tofu. He struggled to get up, but his arms softened a bit, and then he fell back again, pressing down on the limp body below.
Ming He's eyes widened.
The faces of the two were less than half an inch apart, and Qin Yi almost kissed her...
How can Ming He, who is so sensitive when he is carried on his back, bear such a posture? Her mind was completely empty, she even forgot that there was an ancient corpse beside her, she didn't know what she was thinking.
She didn't even know what would happen if Qin Yi really kissed him
Qin Yi was extremely embarrassed, he really didn't mean it.
With the ancient corpse on the side, where did you get such a feeling
With one hand on the floor beside Ming He, he barely wanted to get up. At the same time, he turned his head to see that the ancient corpse, which seemed to have been silent, had also slowly stood up at this time.
Motherfucker, if you hit the back of the head and the front of the head like this, why didn't you die
wrong.
Qin Yi was sensitive to discover that the ancient corpse no longer had the desolate and desolate taste, nor the instinctive ferocity of destroying living creatures. On the contrary, it made Qin Yi feel a little fairy-like
Obviously, his head was smashed so badly that his entire appearance was deformed. The two gray eyes were slanted up and down, looking extremely disgusting.
What are its eyes looking at
Qin Yi turned his head and saw that there was a picture hanging on the wall of this stone house.
In the painting, a woman in white is dancing a sword.
The ancient corpse stared at it for a while, and then his eyes moved to Qin Yi and Ming He on the ground. There was a strange softness in his gray eyes, as if he had remembered something very worthy of memory.
"Sorry..." A dry voice came out of the ancient corpse's mouth: "I shouldn't have woken up, and I have become like this, and I feel sick even looking at it..."
Was it woken up by a stick? Or is it the result of tassel using some kind of divine sense secret method
Qin Yi looked at the mace in the corner of the wall in surprise, the mace on the stick was bent, as if he was laughing.
Ming He, who was under him, said weakly, "Senior has regained consciousness?"
"But a little obsession, it's time to disperse." The ancient corpse looked at the painting on the wall and whispered: "Back then... I also had people like you who desperately protected... people who lived and died together with you. ... a pity it's long gone..."
Qin Yi wanted to say that you seem to have misunderstood something, senior, but he could only wisely shut up and not answer.
"Wandao Immortal Palace said, maybe it can help me to embody the person in the painting..." The ancient corpse whispered: "I am sad and happy, the happy thing is that she may survive, the sad thing is... My own lifespan has come to an end. At the end. I don't know if the person in the painting is still her. If it's just the same face, what's the use? If it's really the same person as her, then she's alive and I'm dead. Is it the opposite? Passing my pain on to her?"
Qin Yi was silent.
"At the end of the day, this entanglement lingered in my heart. After repeatedly circling my heart, I finally turned myself into this shape... Now that both of them return, they can disappear." The ancient corpse sighed, looked at Qin Yi, and said softly. : "Cherish the people in front of you, don't regret it until you reach Yongjue."
Qin Yi could only make a "hmm".
"There are some good things in my tomb, and the restrictions are very strict, and others can't get them." The ancient corpse said: "Bring this painting to the past, the restrictions will not attack you. Compensation for the two of you."
"What's the point of that..."
"Dust returns to dust, dirt returns to dirt, what's the use of keeping those things..." The ancient corpse finally said a word, and finally crossed his knees on the ground, not moving any longer.
The ancient corpse, which is obviously ugly, looks very kind at the moment, more beautiful than many people.
Qin Yi sighed slightly and tried to sense the mana, but still couldn't sense it.
He frowned strangely, but heard Ming He speak under him: "It will take about a month for the earth veins here to recover."
The atmosphere in the room was quiet for a while.
"You... are you still up?" Ming He bit his lower lip and whispered weakly.
"I..." Qin Yi looked down at her and swallowed subconsciously.
After the crisis dissipated, the mood was different. Relaxing the tense heart of facing the enemy, and then experiencing the feeling of being pressed against Ming He... The softness that I had not experienced before was extremely clear, and the charming meaning instantly flooded into my heart.
Even the scenery started to change.
Minghe's scarf is no longer there, his long hair is scattered in clouds, his hair ends are messy, his eyes are confused, he has no normal sense of immortality and distance, but has the meaning of haggard and retreat, like a fairy in a cloud.
Her lips were pale and bloodless, and there was blood on the corners of her lips, like a drop of blood on a perfect piece of jade, shocking yet poignant. Looking at it close at hand, any man can't help but want to bow his head and kiss to warm her cold.
Even though she was hurt like this, she still had a fragrant scent on her body, which was sultry. In such a tightly pressed posture, she naturally awakened the most primitive desires of men.
She was so injured that she couldn't raise her hand... This meant that as long as Qin Yi wanted to do anything to her, she couldn't resist.
It may not even resist - this is a virgin with a very sensitive constitution, as long as you have some means...
The desire brought about by this knowledge is even more fatal.
Minghe saw the flash of lust in Qin Yi's eyes, and also felt that Qin Yi's body had changed.
Her breathing was a little short, as if she had a premonition that something was about to happen. She knew the fatal lethality of her appearance to men. Even within the distance of the immortal path, countless men looked at her and drooled. Even Qin Yi's eyes looked at her with a strange meaning from time to time. This time, the immortal realm was temporarily lost, falling into the mortal world, and it was in such a posture...
Man... Ming He sighed and closed his eyes, not wanting to face this ugly moment.
Qin Yi's breathing became heavier.
Ming He doesn't know at all, how destructive the action of closing his eyes is to men in this situation, it is acquiescence in the conventional sense!
Tassel also looked at Qin Yi with interest.
It is the deepest desire in a man's heart to press a high fairy under him and taste it freely, and Qin Yi is also a man, and he will not be an exception. Tassel is curious about what Qin Yi will do.
However, Qin Yi slowly propped himself up and sat up.
Ming He opened his eyes, a little surprised.
Qin Yi smiled reluctantly: "Woman, don't seduce me."
Ming He stood up angrily: "Who seduced you!"
"Do you know what it means to close your eyes?"
"That's just not wanting to see your ugly side."
"So... I'm not ugly." Qin Yi's reluctant smile became brighter: "While you are seriously injured and weak, is that what people do?"
Minghe wanted to say, do you want to wait until I have mana
But the words didn't come out of his mouth after all, and his eyes gradually softened: "Thank you fellow Daoist for this kind of help, Ming He will keep it in your heart."
"You are giving your life to help the world, and I am one of the world's people. What does it mean to help the enemy hand in hand?" Qin Yi stood up, bent over and picked up the mace: "Recover from your injury, I will protect you."