How could she be controlled by him to such an extent.

Even life and death cannot be decided by oneself.

The upper half of Six Consciousness's body was softly pressed down, tightly attached to the elastic water-light barrier.

She seemed to feel that the temperature of the palm on the back of her neck was too cold, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if in fear, fear, or panic.

The boy behind him paused slightly.

He seemed to be deep in thought.

Soon, she felt the body temperature between his palms increase until it reached normal human temperature.

Balian lowered his eyes, rubbed the small raised wound with his long fingers on her neck, and said, "Perhaps, you will prefer human body temperature."

The sword-qi green dragon swimming in the deep water of the Changyuan seemed to have turned into a round of cold moonlight and passed over the young man's body from the sinking water.

Bright and lonely, his profile is as finely carved as jade, with a light halo blurring his face.

Between mood changes.

There was still a heavy fog in the space where the two of them were, covering the light water-colored barrier in a thin and blurry manner.

The scene inside is difficult to see clearly.

With the help of Mo Yue's cup of tea, Leng Buding's slender and well-boned palms pressed heavily against the water-colored barrier filled with white mist.

The slight light refracted in the water made the hand as white as jade, the thin and graceful nails revealed an ambiguous red color, the pink color was like beads, the bones of the hand were evenly long and beautiful, and they were tightly attached to it.

Sometimes with delicate spasms.

It's like crushing the blue moonlight into pieces in the palm of your hand.

If you look carefully, you can see that the hand is firmly pressed against the barrier, and the slightly bent knuckles are trembling again and again, as if it is bearing unbearable force.

Gradually, in the empty barrier, it seemed to be affected by the water flow, gently and slowly disturbing the two people's long hair, as if in a dream, intertwining them together.

There was no verbal communication, but in this silent atmosphere, a spring breeze gradually seemed to be rippling.

Soon, behind the trembling palm, another pale and slender palm pressed against it.

The fingers as hard and thin as old plums penetrated the woman's slender and soft fingers, wrapped around them, and tightly grasped the back of her hand from behind.

In the mist, the thin barrier gradually began to shake violently, and water-shaped ripples spread out in circles on the barrier.

It felt like it had been hit by terrible heavy hammers.

Soon, the violently trembling barrier seemed to be in danger, as if it was about to break apart at any time.

Everything happened very quietly.

Maybe it was because the barrier purposely blocked the sound.

From the outside, it looks like a silent image.

After a moment of burning incense, the light from the tiny hearth fragments floating in the endless water space began to revolve around a trajectory little by little.

Thousands of threads are gathered together and condensed.

Another stick of incense passed, and there was a dull echo from the barrier, like water.

The palm that was tightly supported on the light-shaped barrier slipped, dragging a long palm mark on the barrier covered with white mist.

The circular light ball barrier rotates in any direction in the water.

You can vaguely see the woman inside the barrier being turned over.

The darkness was silent and silent, and the scattered black hair messed up his clothes and poured down from his shoulders.

The fog inside the barrier became thicker and thicker, so thick that only the outline of the snow-white skin on the back could be vaguely seen.

From time to time, strands of warm and hoarse voices would seep out from the thin barrier and leak into the cold moonlight water.

The swaying shadows create a scene, like watching the moon in the water or blooming flowers in the mist.

The shadows of branches tangled under the moonlight in deep water.

The talisman inside the crystal is extremely cold, but the temperature inside the barrier is extremely hot.

The two body temperatures, which are close to human beings, melted together to form a pool of hot springs. The hair soaked with sweat snaked between the skin, like dark feathers.

Balian stood up and dressed, straightened the slightly messy belt and cuffs, and returned to his appearance as a meticulous and dignified young immortal king Xiaoran holding a sword.

The red fingers of Liushi tightly grasped the collar, and her lips and teeth were clenched with a slight arc of anger. Different from the resentment between the lips and teeth, her misty eyes were watery and difficult to disappear for a long time. If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it: (www
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