Seeing him like this, the cold and desolate dark color in A'luo's eyes began to become more blurry and dangerous.
Her breathing became heavier and she whispered: "Master has misunderstood again. Ah Luo is not angry. I have endured it for long enough. It is not an impulse that happened overnight, but my long-term attachment to Master has become useless."
, heaven and earth have no solution.”
She was like a vine full of enchantment and danger, wrapping him tightly without giving him any way out: "I am not a god with clear desires."
She suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed his palm into the flowers on one side of his cheek, intertwining their fingers with each other, and her midnight-colored eyes were filled with shocking emotions.
She was extremely serious. Even though she was scared, she said without any room for maneuver: "Master."
"I want you."
"I want it now."
"I don't want to wait any longer."
She wrapped around his body so tightly, like a fish that couldn't leave the water, and her will to devour him was so determined that it made people panic.
how so?
He opened his eyes blankly and was speechless.
And A'luo didn't intend to give him another chance to speak. The matter was already at this point, and she didn't want to continue boiling the frog in warm water.
She has always been paranoid and crazy. Now that she is afraid of eating her master, she is looking forward to it.
It would be better to implement it directly to the end without leaving any room for error.
The wind blowing from the distant mountains made the forest trees become desolate. In the chaotic night, the shadows of trees swayed like ghosts. The sky that had always been calm and pale seemed to be emitting the final angry sound of dying. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and the long night was torn apart by angry thunder.
Dark clouds hung overhead, lightning roared, the fallen stars all shone brightly, and the galloping galaxies hung like silver dragons in the sky, silently rebuking the last demon king for his disrespectful behavior.
She is the king of the devil world.
He is the god of heaven.
She is a disciple.
He is a respected teacher.
The relationship that was irrevocable between life and death was cruelly torn apart by her own hands.
He opened his eyes wide in confusion, looking at the sky where thousands of stars were lighting up and unable to die again, and the things in his heart seemed to disappear along with them.
It shouldn't be like this...
"Master, I like you." She liked the warmth of Master.
She got the precious first time from Master.
There had never been a moment when she had him as truly as she did now.
She is a demon who made the decision without authorization and blasphemed the master who was like a deity. She felt very guilty in her heart.
But what to do.
She still wants to continue to dirty him, leaving all traces of her on his body and soul!
She knew that this was a pathological and paranoid love that was destined to receive no response.
But she still wanted to taste the Master thoroughly, inside and out. Even if it was bloody, withering, and cruel, she would like it very much.
Fang Geyu looked at the palace empress in the ice coffin. Yun Rong's face was already indescribably terrifying and cold.
She had never seen that sword-mad girl who was as carefree as a crane and looked like clouds with a gaze as sharp as a knife.
Her beautiful eyes were all red.
It seemed that if she could come out, she would probably kill the traitor immediately!
Fang Geyu felt very tired and felt that Yun Rong was pitiful like this.
The love has just begun to open, and the husband belongs to someone else.
If I had known today, why bother in the beginning.
A'luo turned a blind eye to that gaze, and put her hands on his neck. She looked at the master's eyelashes painted in thick ink, which were deeply closed and trembling. She whispered in his ear: "Master is so patient.
, isn’t it uncomfortable?”
His closed face slowly turned red again due to her shameless teasing.
There was a successful smile on her face, and she no longer looked like the violent demon king, but more like a sneaky kitten. Her voice was soft: "Master, it hurts."
He finally couldn't stand her increasingly outrageous words, so he opened his eyes and stared at her, but his breathing was disordered and his ears were red and unseemly: "If it hurts, get out of here!"
A'luo smiled softly, bit his earlobe, and held up a hand like a naughty rogue: "If you don't go down, Master is infected with the wind and cold. Just stay still. A'luo will warm you up."
He seemed to be completely held tightly in the palm of his hands by this traitorous disciple. This feeling was extremely exciting and uncomfortable.
A'rao's black hair was dancing wildly, and his long eyes were squinting deeply. His expression seemed to please her, and a hint of crimson appeared in his delicate and enchanting face.
At night, clear songs echo.
Separated by a thick layer of ice coffin, Yun Rong's face was pale and his expression was about to collapse.
Her fingers scratched a few light white marks on the thick ice. She felt her eyes flickering in and out, her heart felt violently suffocated, and she couldn't breathe out no matter how hard she breathed out.
When he opened his mouth, what came out was unstoppable scarlet, scattered on the frosty ice.
An indescribable pain spread from the bottom of my heart.
At this moment, she seemed to hear that her thousand-year-old sword heart was beginning to collapse inch by inch.
Yun Rong seemed to be in a state of panic, with a look of pain on her face, and her beautiful eyebrows were frowning. Then she slowly tightened her heart with her palms, and her lips and teeth were filled with sweetness.
The heart of her sword was bright and shattered.
The sword master, who usually has a strict style of work and has been practicing alone in the mountains for many years, has suffered a lot of stimulation today. He hates the feeling of his body being controlled by desire, and he is about to be overwhelmed by shame.
He was so stimulated that his teeth were chattering, and he was so angry that he could not resist her self-destruction: "Evil! Who taught you these nonsense! Ugh... evil disciple!"
While he was angrily scolding, he caught a glimpse of blood from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He looked in the direction of Yun Rong, and saw Yun Rong's pale and sad face in the scarlet blood.
The starlight in her eyes has dimmed.
"Senior sister..." He stretched out his palm in her direction, and realized how embarrassed he looked at the moment. The raised hand fell back weakly into the flowers, and his eyes turned red: "Don't
Look, senior sister..."
"Stop looking..."
Yun Rong was obedient and slowly squatted down with red eyes, burying his face in his knees and squatting in a small world.
Sure enough, in this apocalyptic world, the gods are also doomed.
His eyes were red, and he scratched the sharp thorns with his palms, causing blood to fall everywhere. The pain allowed him to regain some strength in his arms, and he hugged Arao's tender waist and gave him a vengeful mouthful.
He bit her snowy shoulder, causing blood to flow out. He gasped and said, "Don't move, it feels... it's so strange, so uncomfortable... don't move."
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