Xiaoying was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Ye Qinghuan to be so impulsive. In her impression, Ye Qinghuan was not such an anxious person.
However, Xiaoying had no time to think. Ye Qinghuan kissed her all at once, so domineering and rude that Xiaoying's mind went blank.
Ye Qinghuan's actions were a bit rude, but Xiaoying did not resist, but instead took the initiative to cater to him.
She had long wanted to devote herself to Ye Qinghuan, but Ye Qinghuan never made a move. In Xiaoying's heart, her body should belong to Ye Qinghuan.
The scarlet light in Ye Qinghuan's eyes kept flashing, and his whole eyes were extremely red, as if there was blood flowing in them.
Extremely terrifying.
"Blood Killing Bead!"
Ye Qinghuan's mind was shaking wildly. His consciousness was a little blurred and he couldn't control himself.
In his sea of consciousness, the blood-slaying bead that was full of cracks was spinning rapidly, and the dark red bead looked extremely terrifying.
Only Xiaoying's cool body could make him sober, so he couldn't help it.
If it weren't for the blood-killing beads, Ye Qinghuan would have been seriously injured under that huge explosion even if he didn't die.
After absorbing the murderous intention of such a mercenary, Ye Qinghuan's blood-killing bead was repaired and became stronger. Ye Qinghuan was also unable to control it. He almost exploded before, but he had been suppressing it.
Otherwise, with his personality, how could he safely leave with Mu Chen and the others?
That Zhang Qingshan, Ye Qinghuan will not let him go easily.
However, it was because Ye Qinghuan could no longer suppress the blood-slaying bead, and his consciousness was a little blurry. He was anxious to leave. He wanted to kill Zhang Qingshan before, but he was just pretending.
It would be easy for him to kill Zhang Qingshan, but his mind would be eroded by the blood-slaying beads. It is not worth killing a mere Zhang Qingshan.
Ye Qinghuan's hands roamed Xiaoying's body, feeling the skin as lubricated as milk, and a stream of coolness gradually entered Ye Qinghuan's consciousness.
But the dark red beads in the sea of consciousness still quickly selected, emitting scarlet light and shooting out from Ye Qinghuan's eyes.
He entered the sea of consciousness bit by bit and slightly suppressed the rotation of the blood-thirsty beads, making Ye Qinghuan feel a little more comfortable, but it was not enough!
Ye Qinghuan wanted to vent, and he had to vent, otherwise he might really be affected by the blood-killing beads.
"Hmm~~" Xiaoying murmured softly.
Ye Qinghuan's behavior became even more wanton, and his big hands moved domineeringly.
His own clothes had already been shattered by the explosion, and there were only a few strips of fabric left.
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were red, and he wanted to go further, but this was not enough. He needed to really vent his anger before he could suppress the blood-killing beads.
Xiaoying's cold physique is very suitable for Ye Qinghuan. The cold aura in her body can help Ye Qinghuan suppress the blood-killing beads to the greatest extent.
However, letting Xiaoying lose her virginity will have some impact on her cultivation speed. After all, she has not yet reached the transcendent realm, so it is best to maintain her virginity.
But Ye Qinghuan can't control so much now. He needs to vent, let it all out, even if Xiaoying's cultivation speed is affected.
With Ye Qinghuan's ability, there is still a way to increase Xiaoying's cultivation speed.
The top priority is to suppress his blood-killing bead. Ye Qinghuan feels very uncomfortable now. The sequelae of the blood-killing bead are too terrifying. If he is not careful, Ye Qinghuan will be affected by the blood-killing bead's mind.
Now, he feels a little out of control.
"Owner--"
Xiaoying murmured softly.
She was also a little emotional.
She had already been prepared to sacrifice herself, but she had never succeeded. At this moment, everything was ready, just waiting for Ye Qinghuan to break in.
She bit her red lips lightly, her pretty face was extremely rosy, like a ripe peach, cute and moving.
"Master, I am willing-" Xiaoying couldn't help but said softly.
She hugged Ye Qinghuan and blew her breath into Ye Qinghuan's ear. This was a fatal temptation for the man.
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were red, and the movements in his hands became more and more rough. His mind went blank, and the blood all over his body rushed into his mind, and he was about to take the last step.
At this moment, Ye Qinghuan's face changed slightly and became extremely pale. The redness in his eyes disappeared instantly. Ye Qinghuan actually fell straight down.
"Owner?"
Being suddenly suppressed by Ye Qinghuan, Xiaoying was slightly startled and shouted quickly.
After waiting for a while, Ye Qinghuan still didn't respond. Xiaoying pushed Ye Qinghuan away and got up, and saw that Ye Qinghuan was unconscious.
this--
Xiaoying suddenly felt helpless. In such an exciting moment, Ye Qinghuan actually passed out. This was too funny.
"Master is really——" Xiaoying sat on the ground and looked at Ye Qinghuan angrily and amusedly.
With his delicate face and perfect muscle lines, this man is indeed full of charm, but compared to Ye Qinghuan's ability, his appearance is only the least attractive thing about him.
This man's powerful indifference, his indescribable tyranny, and his scornful aura are what really makes people fascinated.
Xiaoying knew that this was what made Ye Qinghuan fatally attractive to girls.
Xiaoying was looking at Ye Qinghuan carefully, when suddenly her heart skipped a beat and she felt something was wrong.
Ye Qinghuan's whole body was extremely hot. Although his eyes were closed, there was a faint red light flickering, as if when he opened his eyes, thousands of red lights would shoot out.
I'm afraid the master's current terrible murderous intention has not been eliminated.
But now that the master is in a coma, it is still too embarrassing for her to do such a thing alone.
"How about I use my mouth..." Xiaoying murmured softly, a blush flashing across her pretty face.
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By the time Ye Qinghuan woke up, night had fallen, and the surroundings were pitch black, with only a few faint rays of moonlight shining through.
But for Ye Qinghuan, night was the same as day, and his consciousness was more sensitive than his five senses.
Ye Qinghuan felt a body pressing on his legs. Needless to say, it was Xiaoying.
At this moment, she was sleeping soundly on Ye Qinghuan's lap, and the bright moonlight shone on Xiaoying's smooth body.
There was a faint white light, just like the finest mutton-fat white jade. The smooth and delicate skin could be broken by blowing, just like the white snow on Tianshan Mountain. The long black hair was a little messy, and it was swayed casually, revealing a moving face.