He could not imagine that the eyes of a man who was good at slaughtering wrath would look so beautiful and clean at this moment.

The flames under the eyes were so deep that they looked extremely weak and small, as if the wind blew it gently and broke.

He didn't know why he was, and he would associate the word weakness with Wu Ying.

The palms that were standing between her hair suddenly moved slightly, as if they wanted to raise their hand to touch her cheek.

When I raised my arm lightly, I saw the eye feathers under me rustling. I saw the sharp edges of my blades, but now my soft and slender tails of my eyes were covered with emotion. After I felt pain, I was so wet that I felt a little pitiful, like a frightened and stepped into a trap.

He bit his lips and endured his patience, raised his fair and fair neck and inhaled, which made people feel throbbing.

The palm that had just been raised quietly put down again, because she was afraid of breaking her.

Ling Tiansu has a pair of eyes that can see at night like daylight. At this moment, he was covered in the quilt, but he felt that the darkness was a bit annoying.

The night is deep and I don’t know where to go.

The chaotic thoughts floated into the distant years with the sounds.

It seems like I have returned to the dark and bright year again.

He turned around and fell in front of her with blood. There was no emotion in the empty eyes of the blood hole. The indifferent and alienating breath made people timid. The clean smell of blood made people unable to help but want to get close to her. Then he secretly took a bite and ate it quietly into his stomach.

I remember that at that time, she was so clumsy that she opened her hands and hugged his arms. For the first time in her life, she knew why the tense emotions in the complex emotions in the Santu River were, and for the first time she knew why the deer bumped into her randomly.

She didn't dare to use her lips to rub his cheeks, she only dared to use her sharp white teeth to bite his flesh and flesh, just like other ghost babies, making all living creatures, including the box at the bottom of the river, feel that she was just eating bloodily to fill her stomach.

But who knew that she was not hungry for her empty stomach, but her empty heart with nothing but a little deer bumping around.

I still remember that at that time, under the unparalleled face of the Emperor's son Wushuang, he had a slight smile pattern, and the bloody teeth marks on his cheeks were curled. However, he smiled innocently and purely. He used his clean palm to touch her bloody lips.

She was clearly a vicious evil spirit who made even the Yin soldiers feel creepy and felt vicious.

But the emperor's son, who was as bright as the bright moon, lazily touched her lips with his fingers and said with a smile: "You little guy has a good appetite. He actually told you to grow hands and feet. It's really amazing."

It was like a country scholar who casually praised the students who were under his name for his relaxed words today. In this bloody hell, the smile that bloomed from his bloody and cold face was the most beautiful scenery she had ever seen in her life.

The scene that seemed like a different life had already turned yellow and old in the scroll of memory, but at this moment it responded in my mind with an extremely clear response.

The pale lips suddenly warmed up and were covered by a soft finger. A chuckle suddenly came from the darkness. The young man who was oppressing her was saying to her at this moment: "You can still be trance at this time. Are you underestimating me?"

"Well..." Wu Ying hummed lightly, her pale and thin lips whispered more and more obvious.

He gently hooked her chin, his eyes fell on her cold lips, and his narrow fox eyes narrowed a profound curve: "Hmm? Why do you look like you're asking for a kiss?"

Without warning, Ling Tiansu suddenly lowered his head. At a distance of close to her, the two of them suddenly had a piece of rice paper.

He breathed gently, his fox eyes became more and more ambiguous and deeper.

For some reason, Wu Ying looked like he couldn't breathe. His cold and pale lips were pursed and pursed. His slightly opened lips bit a hint of moaning, trembling, like a pizza of stamens on the branches of the treetops that were frightened by the wind.

She couldn't make a sound: "Woo... no, I didn't... want to kiss you, I just... want to drink water."

When talking about drinking water, Ling Tiansu remembered the cup of fatal tea he had almost fed out just now. He felt a little guilty in his heart: "Are you very thirsty? I'll bring you a cup of tea."

But who knew that Wu Ying had some strength to hug him tightly.

Ling Tiansu looked slightly surprised, then smiled and said, "You just said you don't want me, but you are the one who hugged so tightly now. Wu Ying, what do you want me?"

When she heard that he had no stranger or closeness to her name, she knew that this name represented the prince of Wu Yue and his enemy in this life.

Since she is the enemy and the prince, can she continue to disguise under unknown secrets and then be willful for a while?

Her heart was filled with greed and timidity and courageous impulse. When she closed her eyes, she was selective and unlucky: "I want you to serve you tonight, and I don't want you to leave, nor do I separate from you. So... well, you can continue."

It is clear that the prince's tone and style of command on weekdays, but his trembling and soft voice sounds like a soft pleading no matter how you hear it.

What's even more amazing is that in Ling Tiansu's eyes, he could clearly see that after she said this, the unnatural and cowardly guilty smell appeared in her eyes. In the end, she seemed to want to learn the way of the ruling in the court, and give her a candied date after a big stick.

Her little hand hiding behind her, holding the quilt, carefully pulled the silver hair that was draped over her shoulders, and gently pulled it. Her movements were as cute as some kind of fluffy and soft little animal, but her voice was deliberately cold and proud: "Don't leave me."

The deliberate disguise was just like the usual performance. The mask of Prince Wu Ying covered him, so perfect that there was almost no trace of fit.

But who is Ling Tiansu? If it were Bai Ri, he might have been deceived by her cold eyes. But at this moment, Wu Ying was just a serious and cowardly and useless girl in his eyes.

He sneered in disdain in his heart, and he had a firm attitude that I was about to leave you.

After seeing Wu Ying's face turned panicked, his already soft but deliberately indifferent voice suddenly became softer. With a little begging, he added three words: "Is that okay?"

All the words and sentences in the world, plus the soft three words "Okay or not" at the end, will make everything in this world become very gentle.

Ling Tiansu was no exception. He lazily lifted his eyes and slowly lifted a corner of the brocade quilt with one palm, and wanted to see clearly what Wu Ying looked like at this moment through the light.

The brocade quilt was lifted up, and by chance, the candle burning in the house went out with a bang, and the bright hall suddenly became secluded.

It turned out that the tear candle had already flowed over the lampstand, and the wick had burned to the end, turning into the last embers in the candle.

Only the fire in the fireplace seems to be an eternal holy fire, burning forever.

The fireworks were unknown, and the gray bed and under the brocade quilt, Wu Ying's face was cast in a large shadow, hazy and mysterious.

As the breeze lifted the white gauze curtain, the pale skin as snow appeared inch by inch in the dark, pale and dazzling pale.

Ling Tiansu slowly raised his hand slowly, and the pure Yuanli control made the tea in the pot flow into the cup by itself. He hooked his fingers lightly, and the tea cup fell steadily into his palm.

He pulled Wu Ying's palm away, then gently took her hand away from the edge of the bed, and used half a cup of tea to clear the joy, and even the wall dust that had been tucked from the cracks of his fingernails were cleaned together.

He smiled heavily and said, "Continue? What do you want me to continue doing."

Wu Ying thought about it carefully, with a hint of shyness at the end of her eyes, and said seriously: "It's a bit cold."

"so what?"

"Don't leave." The ending sound trembled. It could be heard that she wanted to say a statement, but when the words slipped away, she was timid and turned into a weak rhetorical question.

Ling Tiansu chuckled and was amused by her.

He hugged the little ghost baby again.

She looked at him with his hands involuntarily holding his head, and said vaguely: "Ye Ling, Ye Ling...I...I want..."

Who could have imagined that under the reputation of being extremely vicious, the owner of the black temple cursed and despised by the folk black temple would be such a rare treasure on earth.

It has been covered with dust for a long time, and after being slowly pushed open the sealed dust with a pair of hands, although I can only see the tip of the iceberg, it has already made people taste the sweetness of black killing.

Wu Ying's white hands that crawled out of the Hell of the Sea of ​​Blood were scratching his back in a daze, leaving a red mark.

Hot sweat wet his hair, and his silver hair was pressed against his skin. He buried his head in her heart and rubbed the three-petal cross flower on her skin with his nose, saying in a hoarse voice: "Wu Ying, what did you want just now?"

She opened her sad bloody eyes and cried with a layer of water. She seemed to have hesitated for a long time and thought for a long time before she lowered her head.

The soft lips bit his ears, and a cried cry like a thirsty beast in his throat: "I...I want to bully you, kiss you, and..."

The dark and ink-like strange flower in her heart outlined a strange outline in the fire. Her eyes kept alternating between confusion and clarity, biting his ear and gasping: "Eat you."

Ling Tiansu's shoulders suddenly trembled, as if he was enduring and laughing.

He gently pushed Wu Ying away, looked at her scorching gaze, and said with a point of view: "Aren't you doing this now?"

Wu Ying suddenly bent down and chewed on his chin: "Not enough, it's not like that."

Ling Tiansu was stunned for a moment. This guy seemed...consciousness and emotion fell into another chaotic spiritual level.

If it were the former Wu Ying, it would never have been so presumptuous at this time.

She choked and said sadly: "Why don't you cry?"

Ling Tiansu thought he had heard it wrong: "What?"

The skin between the neck was wet and wet with tears. She was only heard saying, "It feels bad to be eaten by someone. I bullied you, why are you just unwilling to cry?"

Ling Tiansu laughed and said, "You are not capable of bullying me and crying."

Ling Tiansu saw her pale and slender neck rolling slightly. She looked at him with no expression on her face, but her misty eyes were full of grievance: "Can you let me bully me, okay?"

(ps: Can you please let Beibei bully me?)
Chapter completed!