The index finger and thumb gently rubbed the temperature of the fingertips.

Wu Ying's weak eyes burst into a sharp look.

The eunuch really was impatient to live!

How could he be able to calculate him!

Ling Tiansu gasped, staring at her cold eyes deeply: "Do you know what you are doing now?"

Wu Ying's eyes were still sharp and his fingers were gently writing a word on the bed: Let's go.

After writing this word, it seemed as if all his energy was exhausted, and it was sluggish on the wall, and the black black hair spread over the gorgeous prince's mysterious clothes, as if there was no extra energy left.

Let the dark words continue to erode consciousness and body, and he is unwilling to show too much weakness in front of Ling Tiansu.

The body, which was on the verge of collapse and destruction, was enduring the pain of the eighteen levels of hell, and was just curled up in a ball, stiffened with bones, and occasionally twitching.

She continued to drop her fingers and added another sentence. Before she wrote down the three words Luo Qingyi, Ling Tiansu held her fingers.

Of course, Ling Tiansu would not leave obediently. He suddenly said, "I will practice dual cultivation with you, right?"

Wu Ying's mind was blank for a moment, and the palm that was pressed by Ling Tiansu suddenly trembled. She froze for a long time, and the palm hidden behind her was involuntarily clenched her fist nervously.

The tailbone she bit her severe stinging came from, and the pain stimulation kept forcing his nerves, forcing the cruel blood flowing in her body to not completely turbulently.

Once upon a time, in the distant night of the cottage, she had said the same words to him.

But at that time, he felt absurd and never agreed.

Wu Ying never expected that in this life, he would be able to hear these remarks from him with his own ears during his lifetime.

For a moment, my heart was filled with emotions.

But he did not indulge in it.

Because she knew clearly that he was willing to practice both cultivating and save her from pain, just for the prince's concubine who was far away.

The burning fireplace fire no longer shines brightly, but becomes a warm orange light. The firelight is reflected in his dark blue eyes, like a mysterious fireflies in the dark blue night.

Genjiu, Wu Ying suddenly came back to his senses from those eyes, and forced himself to feel dizzy. He broke away from Ling Tiansu's overturned palm and continued to drop two words on the bed sheet: Transaction?

Ling Tiansu's eyes were low and slanted below her fingertips. The dim flame reflected his clearly silhouetted face, and his eyelashes and nose bridge cast a dark shadow.

He raised his eyes, pursed his lips coldly, and looked at Wu Ying's deep blue ink stains swimming on his pale cheeks, which filled the body like a ghost vine of death, absorbing the vitality and all nutrients of the human body, and greedily releasing the dark aura of the shackle curse.

There was no reason, an unknown anger surged in my heart.

trade?

She said it was a deal?

Does he look so much like a person who loves to trade things like this?

Wu Ying took back his fingers, but something went wrong. At this moment, his eyes looked even more ruthless than usual.

In the end, he could not withstand the bone-eroding tide and pain of the underworld. Wu Yingqiang's spirit was finally a little unable to hold on.

The pale fingers slid weakly on the quilt, gently pursing their lips, slowly closing their eyes covering up the haggardness and fatigue in their eyes.

She was depressed by the wall and raised her wrist hard, as if she wanted to put up the brocade quilt and cover it to drive away the cold, but she couldn't use any strength and had no choice but to fall back.

She was not a gentle person at first, and her body was suffering and chilling. As early as in the past, when the Guilan Shackle Curse broke out, she would be like a wounded and desperate lonely beast, hiding herself in the darkness, and not allowing others to see her at all.

Even the only young eunuch who was trusted by her in this palace would definitely not dare to choose this time to disturb him.

Often the most terrifying lonely beasts are the most powerful at the moment of dying.

When she was the weakest, she was also the most murderous aura.

The Guilan Shackle Curse was enough to wipe out her few gentleness, but at this moment, she seemed to have spent her whole life of patience in conversation with him tonight.

As an evil ghost and evil baby, she may not be able to give him much gentleness, but at least, she can do her best.

Ling Tiansu snorted coldly, pulling the brocade and covering his body.

The breeze of Jin Quilt swept up her hair. Wu Ying half opened her eyes and looked at him weakly. Then she saw that he had a pair of beautiful eyes cold, but his behavior was childish and angry, wrapped himself in a quilt, as if waiting for her to beg to divide a corner of her quilt.

She was immediately amazed and cried, thinking that your body was induced by love medicine, so that even your fingertips were burnt and wrapped so tightly, wouldn’t it be even more stuffy and uncomfortable?

Sure enough, in less than a moment, Ling Tiansu's thin handsome face quickly covered her sweat. As soon as Wu Ying closed her eyes, she heard him suddenly speak, "Okay."

alright?

What's good?

Wu Ying felt puzzled and confused, and the heavy cold air on his body was suddenly swept by some warm and fiery breath.

A hot body was pressed down, and in an instant, she was wrapped in darkness and the breath of a man. Wu Ying was inevitably overwhelmed. The moment before her head was about to hit the bed railing, a calm palm held her head in advance.

The thought that happened in my mind was.

That palm.

Very hot...

The two bodies, isolated by the cold and black prince's robe, were extremely cold and the other extremely warm.

The softness that had just been wrapped around Ling Tiansu's back was now wrapped tightly with the two people's bodies, not even a strand of hair.

Wu Ying suddenly opened her eyes wide, and their bodies were tightly fitted up and down, curled up and down together in the soft and warm quilt. She remembered the sound of breathing for thousands of years and the smell of his so close.

It lingers and hits her desolate skin, and curls of warm heat, brushing through her ears rhythmically.

Although his face, hidden in the darkness, was deliberately decorated by Rong Xiu, his thin and strong chest was close to his cold clothes, and the hot body temperature between his skin penetrated into her skin through the fabric. Even if it was a thousand-year-old black ice, it seemed to be warmed when it fell into his arms.

In the darkness, those deep and calm blue eyes stirred up ripples at some point, and the steady breathing of the boy was instantly chaotic and low. Wu Ying was slightly panting on the ear, and she looked slightly and saw the traces of sweat beads slowly sliding down his Adam's apple as they rolled, extending and falling all the way.

Looking at the Adam's apple that kept moving, she actually had the urge to step forward and take a bite.

Perhaps at this moment, the desire and impulse in her eyes were not very concealed, and he saw some clues.

Ling Tiansu glanced over with a pair of deep eyes as if a smile: "What? Do people become stupid when they are weak? Although the bedding is thick, your body is as cold as a dead person. No matter how long the ice is, you don't understand the simple truth that it will be cold?"

Wu Ying's throat was choked and his heart became astringent.

The bone-filled cold is wrapped in a warm quilt and is surrounded by a hot body. With the alternation of cold and heat, what I feel at the first time is not warmth, but the warm sting.

As if he felt the curled and trembling body of the person beneath him, Ling Tiansu's eyes were hidden for a moment, then he lowered his head and buried his head in her right neck, like some kind of animal, gently sniffing her neck cut by the ice blade.

Wu Ying shook, opened her lips and was about to speak.

Ling Tiansu had quick eyes and quick hands, covering her lips: "Don't make a sound!"

A strong fragrance of medicine like wine suddenly floated in the dull air. Ling Tiansu's eyebrows opened, and suddenly lowered his head, and a hint of warm tongue burst into white, gently swept past the wound where blood flowed.

Goose bumps appeared on the pale and beautiful neck at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the narrow space, the sound of a drum beat in the body was heard.

The wound he licked, the blood cleavage stopped, and the cracked blood was squeezed and repaired into a thin and weak red mark with thin hair. It was light and faint. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to notice that there was a fatal scar left on the skin.

Ling Tiansu supported himself, looked at her with a faint look, and looked down at her with a condescending lip, and raised a cold curve: "You said it was a transaction, so I'll trade with you."

A smile spread from the corner of the lips, with a bit of ambiguous ridicule: "I'll stop the pain for you, live well for me, don't talk now, when I allow it, you can use that mouth to honestly explain everything I want."

Wu Ying was in a state of palpitations, and his heart seemed to be able to jump out of his throat at any time.

He actually wants it?!

He actually wants her?!

The frozen fingers, which were steamed by the body temperature, recovered a little strength, and trembled and wrote two words on his naked chest: Ghost Baby.

Ling Tiansu smiled and said, "So what, it's just a ghost baby. Could it be that it's still a great identity, using the word "ghost baby" to shock me. Do you think I'll be afraid of taking revenge and biting me when you do?"

Wu Ying felt powerless, so why didn't she understand what she meant?

Ghost infants are things that cannot be tolerated by the seven realms. Any ghost infants who leave the Santu River and the Blood Infant Tree will be killed by the seven realms.

She was born with aura as black, the poison of the ghost baby is immortal, and her own existence is the origin of sin.

She is an evil spirit that draws the water of the three paths of the Yellow Springs, a ghost from hell, and he is the most noble god above the nine heavens. If he touches her, wouldn’t he think that this will be an indelible stain for the rest of his life?

Ling Tiansu is not unaware of the meaning of her words.

He understood it, but he didn't pretend to be ignorant, but he just felt that this was not a big problem. People in the world always like to use secular etiquette and prejudice between good and evil to promote this worldly morality.

Little do they know that this world is very big and they do not need their hypocritical morals to support them. On the contrary, they are bound by themselves and do not know that they are still complacent and claiming to be noble and noble.
Chapter completed!