This thrilling fall continued for a quarter of an hour and still did not stop.
Ling Luo had just calmed down from the shock and calmed Jing Zhe's emotions.
She turned her head and looked around.
What you can see is not complete darkness. On the rock wall, there are dots of blue-purple light, faintly conveying the breath of life.
After falling for another quarter of an hour, Ling Luo saw a large blue ice crystal below.
Her eyes suddenly widened.
It’s over.
Getting closer and closer, the deep blue light reflected linear brilliance through the thick cold fog.
Suddenly, a sound of clothes flying around sounded in this quiet and dark space.
Ling Luo was shocked.
Someone!
Before she could react, Ling Luo felt that she had fallen into a cold embrace.
The man hugged her from behind, and her back was pressed against the man's cold and stiff chest.
If that person hadn't still had a heartbeat, Ling Luo would have thought that it was a corpse puppet that jumped out of thin air and hugged her.
The man was very strong, holding his slim waist and arms tightly, like a pair of pliers.
Cold.
Cold and cold.
Horrifying.
This is the most intuitive feeling given to her by the person behind her.
In addition, it is also full of awe-inspiring evil spirits.
No, demonic energy.
Wait a minute——
An idea flashed in Ling Luo's mind, demonic energy?
Demonic energy?!
This man has the demonic aura that she is familiar with?!
Ling Luo was immediately overjoyed.
"Yu?"
Her voice was trembling, filled with incredible joy and humble uncertainty.
The man who was as cold and stiff as a corpse puppet hugged her tighter, lowered his head, and leaned close to her ear. There was a trace of satisfied smile in his magnetic voice: "I knew you would definitely jump down."
Ling Luo turned her head to the right, her beautiful eyes were as bright as a dream, and a beautiful smile spread on her lips.
There was an evil arc on the edge of Xuanyuan Yu's thin lips, and then he turned his head to the left, and his cold lips touched her soft cheek.
“Good ice!”
Ling Luo couldn't help complaining, "Are you a zombie?"
"Yes, little girl, you are going to be the bride of the zombie uncle today, are you afraid?"
Xuanyuan Yu's eyebrows were as pale as dots, his eyes were like stars, and the corners of his lips curved into a playful arc.
As he spoke, he also deliberately and violently tore off her collar, revealing a piece of fair and flawless skin.
Then, a certain wife-slave who had not eaten meat in three and a half years lowered her head and ate it greedily.
Ling Luo's collarbone felt wet and itchy.
She finally felt the warmth from his body beyond the coldness.
"Don't make trouble..."
Ling Luo's ears felt hot and she pushed someone's head hard, but to no avail, instead she was bitten by someone's sharp teeth.
"It hurts!" she murmured in protest.
He gradually moved up from her collarbone, nipping at her with a burst of wet kisses, then moved to the side of her neck, exhaling a hot breath.
He pressed close to her ear and said in an extremely ambiguous voice: "Do you still think that your husband is a zombie?"
Feeling something hard pressing against her lower back, Ling Luo's ears couldn't help but feel warm.
Unfortunately, the time, place, environment, and mood were all wrong.
Ling Luo's right elbow turned back and hit the lower abdomen of a slave who was in estrus.
Xuanyuan Yu let out a cry of pain.
"Madam, you are so cruel."
Xuanyuan Yu hugged Ling Luo and fell to the ground safely, looking at her with a look of resentment.
"You can't be more ruthless!"
Ling Luo glared at Xuanyuan Yu, jumped out of his arms and landed on his feet.