"Well. The cultivation base is decreasing."
Qing Ruo's eyes, which were originally somewhat bewildered and nostalgic, instantly widened, and their crystal clear eyes revealed a layer of hazy sea blue under the dim light of the hall.
Qing Ruo wanted to step back and talk to him.
The back of her head was firmly clasped by a big palm, Lin Zhao closed her eyes, leaned over and brushed her eyelashes across the skin under her eyes, causing a layer of itching and numbness around her eyes.
His lips were sucked, and his tongue curled up a layer of coldness, but it ignited a hot and violent hotness when he touched it.
The movement was very gentle, and the palm that was pinched by her was gently pulled out, covering her wide eyes, and then wrapped her arms around her waist.
Hot, hot, hot.
The breath of the two swirled from between the lips and teeth, and the white mist turned into fine dew, which touched the tips of their noses.
Lin Zhao clasped her body, invading layer by layer, his tongue attacking softly and slowly but irresistibly.
Qing Ruo has been holding her breath, and the breath she subconsciously swallowed was his. The breath that belongs to him is cold and has the cold fragrance of plants and trees. It enters her lungs and circles around, as if patrolling her own territory, and then Satisfied, it rolled out from between the nostrils.
She whispered softly, Lin Zhao felt a white light flash across his mind, and paused for a breath.
The previous tenderness seemed to be an illusion, his movements were domineering, the arms behind her waist were tense, and the wide sleeves on the arms highlighted the lines of the tensed muscles.
Qingruo was lifted up in the air by his whole body, exclaiming that he swallowed her whole, without giving her any more tenderness, turbulent like a wild beast.
Qing Ruo couldn't breathe, her body was almost sweating and she collapsed into his arms and was hugged.
A raging and brutal demonic energy surged around Lin Zhao, and the fangs had already pierced her delicate lips. The sweet and bloody smell from their mouths had already caused his silver hair to fly behind him, and the sharp teeth on his ears Horns pop out too. At this moment, she was almost torn apart.
Qing Ruo put her arms around his neck, patted his back lightly, again and again, gently and soothingly.
The breath in the dantian was almost bursting out of the body due to the strong magic pressure around him.
Discomfort, extreme physical discomfort.
But where his fangs pierced his lips, and where his tongue twisted into his mouth, the numb pleasure was boiling in his blood and spreading throughout his body.
The body is torn at two extremes.
Qing Ruo didn't know when she stopped clapping her hands behind him, and she didn't know when she fainted.
She was lying in Lin Zhao's arms when she regained consciousness.
It was not in the main hall, the surrounding was very dark, and he moved his body consciously in a daze.
The body holding her stiffened for a moment, and the arms began to tense.
He is nervous.
Qingruo took a deep breath, swallowed her saliva, stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, there was no pain, and there was no touch of the wound, the place pierced by his fangs was already healed.
She closed her eyes and took two breaths of the airflow that stabilized her body. She was held in Lin Zhao's arms and turned over in his arms.
His breath is very recognizable, it doesn't have the bloody and brutal feeling that demons often carry, but more of the cold fragrance of plants, very light and clear, but it brings out a unique smell of men.
Rubbing his small face against his clothes, he spoke clearly, with a slightly rusty voice, "I'm calling."
"En." Lin Zhao responded.
In the darkness, his pair of blood eyes were like monsters hunting at night.
Looking down at her, half of her face was hidden between his clothes, her hair was loose, and her long hair was hanging down, half hanging in the air with his arms, half around her ears and falling on her body.
With a sigh of relief in his heart, he moved his arms and motioned her for his position, "Are you awake?"
Qing Ruo didn't ask him what happened before.
His magic pressure forced her to lose consciousness. Now that she is awake, her body is in a very bad state. She reached out and grabbed his clothes, nodded slightly, laying in his arms, and opened her eyes to look around.
She needs to recuperate now, try not to use the true energy in her body.
It was pitch black all around.
He raised his head, met his blood-like eyes, blinked his eyes, and said in a sad voice, "Has your cultivation level decreased again?"
The higher the cultivation level, the less the characteristics of the demon race, and only when the demonic energy in his body gushes out, some of the characteristics of the demon will be restored.
Before Lin Zhao could reply, Qing Ruo straightened up a little, raised her hand to touch his head, and sure enough there were two pointed ears, and the temperature was very cold. After touching her, she withdrew her hand, and her little hand, which was so cold, went directly to his armpit to find warmth.
The action couldn't be more natural.
Lin Zhao hummed lightly, and sat on the ground casually holding her.
This place is a cave, a cave he found a long time ago.
Originally, I just wanted to stay here alone for a while, but I didn't expect to bring her with me.
The demons ruled at night, so his eyesight would be better in the dark than in the daytime, and he didn't even think about the things that were going to be illuminated.
He hugged her with one arm, took out his Qiankun bag with the other hand, rummaged through it for a while, and took out a huge night pearl.
The surroundings are instantly brightened.
This place is extremely shabby and there is nothing, and now he is sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall and hugging her, holding a night pearl in his hand.
Throwing Ye Mingzhu to the ground casually, Lin Zhao then pinched the soft flesh around her waist, "We're going to stay here for a while."
Ye Mingzhu's touch is firm, and it really is her skin that feels the best.
Qing Ruo wasn't in a good mood, she snuggled into his arms and answered, pulling his clothes hem in a half-dizzy state.
Lin Zhao bowed his head and brushed the hair off her cheeks, and held her hand that was pinching the hem of his clothes, "If you feel uncomfortable, rest for a while, I'm here."
"Okay." She replied wearily, leaning her head against his arms and closing her eyes.
When Linzhao tempered her body again, Qingruo had almost recovered. There were countless holy medicines for healing in her Qiankun bag. The place was dark, and she didn't know the time or the day and night. Qingruo could only make a rough estimate.
She placed all kinds of things around her, and there were night pearls of different sizes in the corners. She put a lot of thought into making them unique and beautiful.
An exquisite and simple big bed, neither of them need to sleep, but her excuse is that she is not feeling well, so she needs a bed.
After all, without a bed, how can it feel like home.
There are tables, chairs and benches, and even some cabinets, containing spiritual fruits, spars and some unique decorations.
Lin Zhao said that she was fine and didn't know how to cultivate, but she really didn't have much ground for her words. His happiness could be felt from the breath around him almost without looking into his eyes.
He tempered his body again and sat on the bed.
Qing Ruo has seen him quench his body three times, this is the first time he meditates with his legs crossed.
After about two or three hours, the clothes on his body were already wet enough to drip water, and his silver hair hung down to the bed, and his hair was sticky into a ball with sweat.
The pointy ears curled up in an arc.
His face was almost pale to transparent.
The bed was still mixed with his blood.
Because he was in a meditation position, he scratched his knees on both sides, and now the bones can be seen directly in the bloody mess.
From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.
Qing Ruo sat opposite him at the corner of the bed, didn't make a sound or disturb, and looked at him with her eyes open.
Lin Zhao's perfect and delicate sculpture-like face showed a knife scar, the knife knife was so deep that the skin and flesh bulged, and now it has turned black, like several black centipedes crawling on his face, and a scar appeared on the top of his head. The scar, deeper and longer, nearly split his skull.
Lin Zhao opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Qing Ruo who was quietly looking at him from the opposite side.
At the second glance, she cried, and the tears flowed down like water. But there was no sound, and the movement moved gently towards him.
She held all kinds of medicines in her hand, fed them into his mouth, and sprinkled them on his knees, all in order, without any rush.
But her hands were shaking so badly.
Tears poured into his knees along with her healing energy.
It's hot and it hurts.
Lin Zhao smiled.
Qing Ruo was still treating him with one hand, and wiped away tears with the other hand, fiercely, "You're still laughing, stop laughing!"
"Okay." But he couldn't stop laughing.
Is she going to hit him
Yes, Qing Ruo stretched out her hand to hit him, and saw the palm was heavy, but it fell on his shoulders lightly like a baby, except for the hot sweat on her palm, he didn't feel anything.
Lin Zhao stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, Qing Ruo was lowering his head to heal his knee, when he pulled her straight and bumped into her, the medicine pot in his hand fell apart and fell on the bed, and rolled out of bed. His hands were full of his own flesh and blood, and the two of them were covered in blood from such a pull and bump.
"Oh, what are you doing, let go and treat first!"
She didn't dare to struggle, and her voice became hoarse after crying, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"Don't let go." Lin Zhao couldn't stop laughing.
The knee that was still bloody and bloody moved casually, dragged her into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss her.
Her eyes were wide open, black and bright.
It is easy for Linzhao to see himself from the inside.
Himself, with ugly scars all over his face, pointy ears, and red eyes.
Mozu.
This is the original appearance of Mozu Linzhao.
Those good-looking appearances are just a cover for the improvement of cultivation base.
Lin Zhao's head stopped in mid-air.
Qing Ruo put her arms around his neck, straightened her back, and hit his lips straight.
He also has a scarred, tongue-licked, bumpy feel on his lip.
Tears slid down and hit the lips where the two met.
Qing Ruo sat up, turned around and continued to work on the knee for him.
Lin Zhao raised his hand to touch the scar on his lip, it was wet.
Stick out your tongue and lick it.
Salty.
Qingruo treated his knee with her back turned to him.
This time he was really buckled down to the bone, blood was everywhere on the bed. She wasn't much better either.
A pair of bloody hands came from behind and wrapped around her waist.
Lin Zhao leaned his head against her back, turning left and right and rubbing against her.
The voice was very soft and soft, "Qing Ruo, please be quiet, I'm in pain."
"good."
**
Qingruo, take it easy,
Your tears fall down.
I hurt so much.
—[Black box]