Jiang Su put the bitten finger into his mouth and sucked it. His new white teeth were a little itchy, so he used his finger as a molar stick.
The wounds he had bitten in order to use the forbidden technique had long since disappeared due to the monk's strong recovery power. Jiang Su Ping felt like licking the familiar bite marks on his fingertips with his soft tongue.
The imaginary knife was still cutting his abdomen, and White Teeth bit the flesh of his fingertips in time. The masseter muscle exerted force, and the tips of the teeth penetrated deep into the red meat.
After a breath, Jiang Su found that he couldn't bite anymore. His teeth hit a hard spot, and his soft tongue took the opportunity to stretch from the gap between the white teeth on the wound to the white bones in the flesh.
The girl bit the white bone with her teeth, and her slippery tongue directly wrapped the flesh of her fingertips from the deepened wound.
It's as flexible as peeling shrimps with its mouth.
The fingertip flesh was peeled off from the bone along with the nails.
Blood flowed out from the severed finger. She took a sip and the congestion in her throat was relieved.
At night, as the cold light of the moon gradually faded away, the pain of the two people came at the same time, but they were not people who would cling to each other, nor would they be licking each other's wounds in a lingering and weary way.
Pain is always experienced and borne by one person.
Jiang Su's long eyelashes shimmered with light, and she whispered in a low voice: "Little senior sister..."
…
The sky suddenly appeared, and there was a touch of fish belly white.
Jiang Su moved the stiff fingers that were supporting the ground, and took out the swollen fingers from his mouth. He reluctantly hooked the storage bag with his severed finger, half holding a flesh and blood pill.
She exhaled a long breath, her expression unchanged, and she took the pill into her stomach.
The index finger was originally covered in red meat and white bones, but now there are white bones on the top and white skin on the bottom. After taking the medicine, the red meat sprouted and grew, hiding the white bones again, and the skin that was soaked in saliva returned to its original state.
Turning his head to see that the patient had fallen asleep at some point, Jiang Su snorted coldly: "Oh, the God of Death is still sleeping soundly under a rotten tree in a foreign country. People who practice physical training are not afraid of physical damage."
Jiang Su stayed up all night. Invulnerability means that the poison will not invade her body. It is equivalent to cutting flesh with a blunt knife. It only hurts for a night.
The guy next to me is overusing his brain.
Jiang Su stared at the large area of black ash on this man's back, but his heart was not there.
She slightly squinted her eyes and said, "The day belongs to yang, and the night belongs to yin. The alternation of day and night is the change of yin and yang. It is the law of the world. Monks do not follow the laws of time and compete with heaven. Why do they ask for mercy from heaven?"
"The way of heaven..."
Jiang Su suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and his eyes were full of disdain: "This is rubbish. You are a piece of shit. There are so many rules and you still ask me to do things. Sooner or later, I will have to lift up the day and poke holes in the sky."
"Yes, Susu actually has this kind of awareness now." A familiar female voice sounded in the sea of consciousness.
"Huh?" Jiang Su frowned slightly, thinking that these five old guys are back again? Has something happened to the Demon Realm?
She said bluntly: "Something happened in the Demon Realm? It's been a long time since you guys came to my sea of knowledge to scold me."
"..."
This girl is really becoming more and more rude in her words.
The Confucian cultivator in the sea of consciousness coughed lightly and took the step for the woman: "Ahem, it's nothing important. Su Su is worried too much."
His voice has a soft and scholarly filter, and Jiang Su has the effect of calming his mood when he hears it.
"Confucianism cultivator...there is something." Jiang Su commented pertinently, her expression couldn't help but be serious. She stopped looking at the man in red robe sleeping soundly under the tree, turned around and walked into the alchemy room again.
"boom--"
The door of the alchemy room is closed, and the candle and dragon lamp are on.
Jiang Su took out the piece of pain that had been reduced into a decoration, and carefully stroked the tassel given by the junior sister on the palm of his hand.
"Senior Sister has given me many gadgets before, but this time it's the sword spike she used. Is she worried about my safety?"
Jiang Su's eyes were soft, like the first melting winter snow in spring.
"It's my fault that the trip to Zhongdu made her worry."
She pursed her lips and smiled. In the dark alchemy room, a fifteen-year-old girl was concentrating on a few strands of red thread. She took out another red string from the storage bag, passed it through the other ear of the copper furnace, and made the alchemy furnace.
The decorative strap of the bracelet is placed on your wrist.
"It would be great if the little senior sister could take care of it for me personally..."
In an instant, the spring water turned cold and turned into ice.
Jiang Su looked at the alchemy furnace on his wrist indifferently, took it down, stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, chewed it hard, his eyes were red and filled with madness.
The alchemy furnace was made of copper and was a top-grade magical instrument. Its hardness could easily break all twenty-eight of Jiang Su's teeth.
It rolled to the ground with a loud crash, like scattered beads on a jade plate.
The gums gradually became stained with blood, and blood flowed out of the corners of the mouth.
Jiang Su used his tongue to wrap around the knuckle-sized copper stove and cut and grind the pink gums on the left and right sides of his mouth. The tassel given by the young senior sister was hung around his mouth and hung on his chin.
The girl raised her lips and smiled, stuck out her tongue and put the red tassel into her mouth, saliva hanging on her chin.
"Hehe, this way I will never lose my little senior sister's sword tassel."
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Since Xi Chao was drugged with the fantasy water, he has been in a state of drowsiness. His consciousness alternately dreams in a mortal's home, waking up and falling asleep.
Now he and the mortal woman are imaginatively connected, and the woman becomes one year old every year he spends one night with her.
"This young lady's ass is so soft."
"Ahem, please be careful and don't leave any traces. I'm sure the master will come to see the young lady tonight." A woman with an experienced voice gently lectured.
"Hey, Aunt Zhang, you are worrying too much. What are you looking at? My second aunt is about to give birth. She may be a boy. This girl never cries or laughs all day long. She is like a wooden seedling. Can the master come?
Look at her?" The sarcasm in the girl's voice struck Xi Chao's sea of consciousness overwhelmingly.
"Wood seedlings..." Tongluo, who was speaking in Jiang Su's mouth, repeated softly.
"I came to see you yesterday. Hey, let's be cautious. Even if we accept Second Aunt's wishes, we can't treat her too harshly. The master is the real owner. If something happens, Second Aunt will not care about you." The woman said.
The man scolded again.
This girl is the new one in the house. She was chosen by the Second Aunt. She spends the whole day taking care of the baby girl. She either pinches or pinches her. She may have used other methods to touch others when she didn't see it.
place.
It's a pity that the eldest lady doesn't cry...
"Hey, Aunt Zhang." The girl's originally playful tone turned cold and sarcastic: "Humph, I advise you not to mind your own business. If you dare to secretly tell the master about these things to Second Auntie, what do you think about the master?
Will I believe you?"
"Your son still needs money in the academy."
When the woman called Aunt Zhang heard this, she lowered her head and glanced at the girl's hand that was holding the baby's tongue, and closed her mouth.
Xi Chao felt like he couldn't speak now and could only bumble like a mute. If he wanted to use his consciousness to speak, he could do it. This feeling was very strange.
He didn't realize that he had now entered Jiang Su's mouth.
The girl was tired of chewing the copper piece, so she tied three knots under the red tassel with her tongue. She took a deep breath and swallowed the entire knuckle-sized copper stove.
The next moment, as expected, the copper stove was stuck in the esophagus. With an expressionless face, Jiang Su mobilized the spiritual power in her body, closed her eyes and looked at the position of the copper stove, pulled out the knife, and used the uppermost blade of the hatchet to cut open the skin where it was stuck.