Qingge's nose felt sore and she threw herself into Ji Yue's arms. Although Ji Yue's body was in pain, her heart was filled with joy. He endured the tearing pain, raised his hands, hugged her, and smiled: "It's getting cold.
Woolen cloth."
"kindness."
"The wind has picked up."
"kindness."
"Kiss me."
"kindness."
kindness?
Qingge was about to cry, but now he didn't forget to take advantage of her.
Ji Yue closed her eyes, her face as delicate as a knife was full of perfect facial features, enchanting and enchanting. The outline was hidden in the dim light. The corners of the man's mouth turned up, half-smiling, both good and evil, a bit cunning.
Somewhat elegant.
Qingge rolled her eyes and gave her a pop on the face. Her movements were quick and smooth, without any sloppiness, and she was very smooth and easy. It was just the girl's ears, why were they so red?
Ji Yue smiled, stood up suddenly, and picked up Qingge. Qingge panicked and said, "Put me down."
"Don't let go."
"You are injured!"
"It doesn't hurt."
Qingge struggled to get down, and Ji Yue took a breath of air in pain, her brows furrowed into a big "Sichuan". Seeing this, Qingge had no choice but to curl up, not daring to move, for fear of tearing his wounds.
The robe on Ji Yue's upper body was torn off by Qingge when she was looking for a needle, leaving only a few pieces of cloth. Ji Yue's eyes were dark green, dull, and there were flames, "What should I do?"
"What should I do?" Qingge asked.
"I want... you."
Ji Yue lowered her head and leaned close to Qingge's ear. The boiling hot air sprayed on Qingge's ear, as if a burst of electricity coursed through her body.
Qingge was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, what is this?
Can the style of painting change so quickly?
etc--
"Don't you have a problem in that area?" This sentence is so unforgettable that I will never forget it even if I beat myself to death.
"What aspect is that?" Ji Yue smiled evilly, "I mean I was born with cold hands, where do you want to go? True color."
Qingge: "..."
As smart as she is, she can naturally think of what Ji Yue said before, because her body was affected by Qingliu's secret technique.
but--
"Will Qingliu's secret technique affect you?" She didn't believe it. She would be safe if she pulled out the iron nails and embroidery needles that were binding Ji Yue. Before she entered the stone chamber, Qingliu also said, Ji Yue
Definitely not going to survive.
But the Ji Yue in front of her was full of life.
Ji Yue smiled and said: "Her secret technique is to use the ancient turtle compass to imprison my soul. When the purgatory fire of the turtle compass burned my soul, I released some of the power of the demon king and was able to protect myself. However, she had to
Only when I get the turtle compass can I be completely safe."
Qingge didn't know how hard he exerted himself and how much pain he endured with every move, word and smile he made.
His body couldn't bear it any longer, but he was so happy to see her that his body that was in shock actually gained some strength.
"Where is the turtle compass?" Qingge asked.
"Aoyagi is hiding in the skull box under the bed."
"Let's go get it." Qing Ge set off.
Ji Yue held her down and said, "I haven't solved my problem yet."
"What's the problem?"
Ji Yue was silent, looking at her ambiguously without saying a word.
Qingge: "..."
Qing Ge suddenly closed her eyes, with a heartbroken heart, she pulled down her clothes, revealing a section of her shoulders, "Come on."
Ji Yue: "..."
The normal plot doesn't seem to progress like this. It should be that the heroine refuses but welcomes her, confused and shy, why is his girl so wild!
However, he likes it.
only--
Ji Yue smiled softly, "Come next time."
Ji Yue's voice was extremely soft, her breath was like a gossamer, her eyes were black, she fell forward, and fell to the ground together with Qing Ge.
Qing Ge opened her eyes and saw Ji Yue's tall body twisted into a ball of vigorous purple and red flowing fire, turning into the shape of a little fox.
Qingge clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging into her flesh. She looked coldly at the little fox curled up peacefully on the ground.
The little fox is still the same little fox. What is different from usual is that the fiery scarlet and soft mane is a little sparse and scattered.
No, it's not so much rare as it's new.
boom!
Qingge's eyes widened, and the blood in her body flowed backwards, as if there was a prairie fire, burning her flesh and soul mercilessly.
What echoed in my ears was the cruel and sinister sound of Qingliu.
——I heard that at midnight, you take a sharp knife and cut off the skin of the spiritual beast to make a spiritual leather jacket. It will look absolutely cool when you wear this spiritual leather jacket and fight!
Qingge squatted down, stretched out her hands tremblingly, and picked up the little fox like a treasure. Her eyes were empty and cold, and she walked forward, stepping into the realm of nothingness. The flame dragon saw Qingge
, ran over excitedly, but seeing Qing Ge’s gloomy look, he knew what was going on and stayed aside to play by himself.
Qing Ge walked between the rows of blood puppets and stood in front of the throne. She placed the little fox on the chair. She took off her robe and covered the little fox.
She turned around and walked decisively towards the realm of nothingness.
In the dark void, the dim stone room, she walked out of the stone room and strode to Qingliu. There was more and more blood on Qingliu's body. It was sticky, pungent, and smelled of rot. The wet green hair was stained with red blood.
The wounds on half of his face were squirming like insects, which disgusted people's appetite.
She was lying on the ground, her limbs soaked in blood, and she was indignant and laughing when she saw Qing Ge.
"Look, is he dead?" Qingliu shouted with a smile.
Qingge stepped forward and stepped on Qingliu's face. The scabbed wound broke open and blood flowed out. The pain stimulated the numb woman. Her eyes widened and she struggled under Qingge's feet in pain.
Qing Ge was cold and cold, her eyes were scarlet and bloodshot. She moved her feet away, squatted down, and suddenly took off Qing Liu's clothes.
Qingliu roared, "What are you going to do!"
"Parade." The girl who was concentrating on taking off her clothes suddenly raised her face and smiled cruelly.
Qingliu's eyes widened and he swallowed. His blood-stained white clothes fell down on his arms, his chest was covered in white flowers, and there was a ravine under his collarbone.
She didn't believe that this seventeen-year-old rainy season girl could be so cruel.
She actually wanted to take off her clothes and parade her through the streets!
Qing Ge exuded a fierce aura, and she no longer took off her clothes. The evil aura surged, shattering all the clothes on Qingliu's body into pieces.
Naked, Qingliu was covered in nothing but white flesh, probably red blood.
Qingliu protected her chest, and when she saw Qingge dragging her out, she panicked, "Go away, go away, don't touch me, Ye Qingge, you will go to hell."
Qingge remained unmoved, tore a long piece of cloth from the bed sheet, and tied Qingliu's hands and wrists respectively.
Qingliu struggled, but to no avail. In the process of twisting her body, she lay down on a fox fur chair. She suddenly laughed maniacally, grabbed the fox fur on the chair, and showed it to Qing Ge.
, "Look, this hair is so textured. Before your man turned into a human form, I peeled it off with my own hands with a knife."