Cang Ji raised Jing Lin to his side in the turbulent spirit. The tables and stools in the pavilion were broken when they heard the sound. The long street suddenly became empty, and the remaining wind was raging. Jing Lin was blown back by the blow. Cang Ji stretched out his arm and grabbed his back, pressed it on his chest, blocking the wind with his back.

The strong wind roared, Cang Ji was like a safe haven, Jing Lin was pressed to his chest, and he could clearly hear his heartbeat, surrounded by his breath, and the smell of Cang Ji was everywhere.

Le Yan was already scrambled to the wall, and he turned into a pen and fell into a gap, so he was not scrambled away. The fox's mourning gradually became a cry and turned into a cry. Jinglin was clearly urging him as he heard the urgent sound of the copper bell. But at the moment he was at a loss and it was difficult to advance or retreat.

Wuying was not prepared and was blown to the ground by the demonic wind and fell to the ground. When he heard the crying, he was sad.

The fox in the inn limped legs and turned into a long-body man, covering his blood, kowtowing to Hua Shang.

Hua Shang grabbed the fox's hand with a deep eyebrows, gradually sat down, and whispered to him: "Crazy, the man is dead."

Blood splashed on the fox's face, and he sucked and spitted hoarsely. He wanted to make a sound several times, but it turned into blood and flowed out. Hua Shang pointed and slapped his chest and ordered him to say: "Take the person away."

The little foxes walked up together, but saw that the fox forced the person to hold the person and refused to let go. He seemed to have a pain in his chest, and he knelt on the ground and hugged the person for a long time, so much pain that his heart was about to vomit.

"Hua Niang" the fox is so angry, "Save him"

"He has been angry for a long time, let go quickly." Hua Shang couldn't bear it when she saw this. She treated the fox very gently. Regardless of his bloody face, she held his cheek and said calmly, "Qianyu, the man is dead."

The copper bell "Dingdong", and the entire Kyoto seemed to be surrounded by ringtones, and the dingdong dingdong resounded throughout the night. Jinglin's soul was shocked, and he grabbed Cang Ji's clothes tightly, feeling that he was taking it somewhere else.

Jinglin said: "This feeling--"

Halfway through his words, his mind quickly fell into the past, and in an instant, the sea of ​​clouds suddenly fell, and the world seemed to be inverted. The scenery in front of him all turned into a virtual scene, and the life in his ears all made a virtual sound. The scenes between Chu Lun and Le Yan quickly shattered, and the bright light suddenly dissipated. When Jinglin suddenly sank into the darkness, he saw that the clear sky was gradually fading away until he disappeared.

Rain water points to the tip of the nose.

Jinglin woke up in an instant. When he woke up, he was dizzy, and knew that Tongling had stole his spiritual energy again. He resisted his disgust and looked up, and found that he was trapped in a narrow corner. He couldn't help but lean on his body. However, what he stretched out was not his hands, but his fluffy claws.

Jinglin was stunned, and his ears shook involuntarily. He shook off the water droplets, climbed out of the narrow corner, and faced the water pool, and saw himself turning into a snow-white fox.

Jinglin shook his head with a little horror, stepped on his claws in place, and could not even maintain peace. Because he had done anything from heaven to earth, but had never been a fox. Only then did he realize what was falling on his tail. When he looked at it horizontally, he turned out to be a copper bell that he could not catch.

Jinglin fixed his eyes around and followed the stone edge to the corridor. This was a huge courtyard, larger than the yard he lived with Cang Ji last time, and elegant layouts could be seen everywhere. Time seemed to be in midsummer. Jinglin swung the water droplets on his hair and looked around the sides as if he was walking around the flowers. For some reason, he seemed to be pushing something in the dark, causing him to walk along the corridor into the book pavilion in the flower garden.

The book pavilion was filled with the fragrance of scriptures. Jinglin was tempted by the fragrance of scriptures and walked into it. He didn't notice that he had left his claw marks on the white carpet. He jumped onto the bookshelf, as if he had recognized all the words, took out the book he wanted, and pushed it on the carpet to read.

Jinglin frowned and saw that the content was a playbook, so he wanted to write it together. Unexpectedly, no matter how he "thinks", his body would not be moved. He was trapped under this body and forced to play another soul.

The fox watched with relish and would roll between the blankets when he got the fun. Jinglin clearly didn't want to laugh, but he also had to roll around. He rolled a few laps awkwardly, feeling that he looked so stupid. In his distress, he heard someone go upstairs and change his shoes in front of the door.

Jinglin suddenly entered the pile of books, and eavesdropped with the star dots on his ears. He heard the man whispering to the servant, then wiped his hands and came in. Jinglin lay on the ground with both claws, buried his head and hid it.

The man must be a man. When he stepped on the pile of books, he brought a hint of wind to the robe. When he was looking for books along the bookshelf, he saw footprints, so he turned over the book on his back, but said, "A little thief who steals books, have you finished reading the last book?"

Jinglin emerged and saw that he had not turned around, so he turned his head lightly and wanted to run away first. Unexpectedly, when Jinglin moved, the copper bell on his tail rang. Before he could step out, he was caught with the hair on his neck.

"You can't eat anything left in the pavilion." The man rubbed his velvet ears, "Is it a secret book?"

Jinglin's spine quickly jumped into numbness with the man's palm, which he didn't want! But his tail was shaking involuntarily, and his front paws stomped in the air, rubbing flatteringly towards the man's palm. The man turned him over and hugged him in his arms. Jinglin raised his head and almost shocked his tail.

The white "Cang Ji" smiled in his eyes, clamped Jinglin into his arms, picked up the robe and went up the ladder. The wooden ladder led to the narrow top, surrounded by books on all sides. Cang Ji did not ignite the fire, but took out the night pearl as big as a palm from his sleeve.

Jinglin was put down on the ground. He stepped on the softer blanket and lay down beside the bright beads. He watched Cang Ji put books on it. The fragrance of the scriptures in the room made him almost intoxicated. Jinglin had nothing to do, so he looked at Cang Ji.

Cang Ji seemed to be aware of his eyes. Even if he did not turn his head, he would say, "The book was first and refused to admit his mistakes. I punish you to face the wall and think about your mistakes, why do you still look at me?"

The fox bit out a sound like dissatisfaction, and Daming patrolled the four sides generously. He walked behind Cang Ji, jumped to his shoulder, took off his clothes with his claws, and looked at the book spread out on his legs. Cang Ji raised his hand and stroked it between his neck, so comfortable that he rolled down from his shoulder to Cang Ji's arms.

The narrow tranquility, the night pearls made Cang Ji's aggressive sharp melt and become a different kind of soft. Jing Lin leaned on his knees and realized that "Cang Ji"'s face could be so gentle.

Just as Jinglin was thinking, he saw himself poking out his claws and gently placing them under Cang Ji's chest, sliding like a finger.

This fox!

Jinglin immediately wanted to retract his claws, but his body was not in control. He clearly saw the velvet claws turning into fingers, gradually revealing his long arms and legs, and then silver threads flowed like waterfalls. What he saw from Cang Ji's eyes was his face, but there was a strange expression on his face that he had never seen before.

What is the most terrifying thing in this world?

Jinglin didn't know anything before, but now he understood, just watching "self" become another person, as if he was pulling away all the covers of the past, doing things he had never done before.

"He" was seducing "Cang Ji", and his fingers slid into Cang Ji's collar and swam down his chest to Cang Ji's back waist.

Jinglin had to sweat for some reason. He suspected that it was the fox's bewitching, but he could feel the texture under his palm. Jinglin was stunned and wanted to turn his eyes away, but he was powerless. He could only stare at Cang Ji and gradually approached.

Ye Mingzhu was pushed away by his toes, and the silver-haired fox approached his face curiously, and gently blew at Cang Ji between his lips and teeth. Cang Ji was pressed against the bookshelf with a "clang" and the books between his legs were pulled apart, carrying Jinglin's weight. He saw that Jinglin's face was rosy, and his fingertips were gently scraping his waist as if they were not.

This is fucking!

Cang Ji wanted to catch Jinglin's chin and found that he could not move. He also became another person, but he was clearly still intimate with Jinglin, even the temperature and touch were exactly the same.

The bronze bell misled me!

The two of them complained in unison.

Jinglin was so close that he could not be closer. Not only did he press his face close, but his legs were also pressed against Cang Ji's waist. He sat on Cang Ji's legs, still looking at him, as if he was curious.

Cang Ji felt his throat slid. Because Jinglin raised his body, he almost thought that Jinglin would come up with him. But Jinglin did not. His narrow eyes were low and implicit, and he opened his mouth to bite Cang Ji's nose.

Cang Ji couldn't tell whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or sigh, because the next moment he took Jinglin's waist back and kissed Jinglin's lips against his cheek.

The wet and hot kiss was trapped in the narrow and dim corner, but it became even more enthusiastic. Cang Ji pressed Jinglin's back, raised his body from the bookshelf, and kissed him hard. They should have done it countless times, so they are familiar with the passage and are even familiar with each other's scent.

Jinglin wanted to open his eyes, but the stupid fox closed his eyes. Jinglin fell into darkness, so he felt clear. He touched Cang Ji without any obstruction, and also realized that Cang Ji pushed his shoulders away and his wide shirt fell down.

Jinglin's shock was even flawless to express. He was folded like a light silk. He was furious, and the copper bell hung between his hair, but he could only breathe out from his lips.

This is not a substitution.

This is the two of them, because they are extremely familiar with the places they have been rubbing.

Jinglin heard Cang Ji put it in his ear and called out "Qian Yu" warmly. He couldn't help but raise his arms to cover his face, trying to block these shames and shames. The copper bell began to shake, and Jinglin seemed to be trapped in a battle with his body. He was pushed on the bookshelf by Cang Ji, with his fingertips pressing his fingers tightly on the edge of the book, but he couldn't grasp the place where he could stand firm. Jinglin had already raised his head, and Cang Ji kissed him since then.

Jinglin squeezed all the toughness of the past at this moment. He suddenly staggered his head and felt the hotness of Cang Ji's tightness. The kiss fell on his neck and the neck was cold. Jinglin's eyes were cold. He controlled his body like a toddler, and his fingers stiffly pulled away from the original movement, and was pulled to another aspect by Jinglin.

Cang Ji behind him suddenly became more and more powerful. Jinglin heard the patient and unbearable curses in his throat. This is not someone else, this is Cang Ji who is also pulling him back.

Jinglin had left the bookshelf with one hand, and he was stripped off his lining while he was breathing, and his collarbone and shoulders were exposed in an instant. Cang Ji pressed him, and Jinglin suddenly grabbed the copper bell between his hair.

"Zuo Qingyue!"

Jinglin shouted out his name in a hoarse voice.

"It's Zuo Qingzhou," Jinglin said quickly, "The dead person is Zuo Qingzhou. I already understand how much he has to do with the fox! Stop!"

The copper bell disappeared into the palm with a "bang".

Jinglin slackened against the bookshelf, and Cang Ji was ready to go. Cang Ji held his arm and buried his head in a low breath. Both of them felt like they had survived the disaster, only a little bit different

Cang Ji avoided Jinglin's body with difficulty. It was the only time he was so embarrassed that he was even dominated by such a strange impulse. He stared at Jinglin's naked neck in a sinister way, but found that "Zuo Qingzhou" seemed to exist in his body, because he was eager to continue and do things he didn't know or experience.

Cang Ji hurriedly pulled back his clothes, wrapped Jinglin up, and refused to even reveal his skin.

Cang Ji cursed: "Let it die."

Jinglin turned around and Cang Ji pushed his face back without any hesitation. Jinglin's lips were kissed slightly, and he knew that he didn't look very good at this moment. He rubbed his thumb across the corner of his lips and stood up straight.

"It is trying to tell you," Jinglin said calmly, "'Qianyu' and 'Zuo Qingzhou' are in this relationship. A fox demon has become a lover of mortals, but Zuo Qingzhou is dead."

"Zuo Qingzhou." Cang Jili said, "This name is so familiar."

"Bi Yao Leyan modified his life score, Chu Lun became the top scholar, and Zuo Qingzhou missed this life because of this."

Cang Ji raised his hand and tied his buckles, saying, "You mean the person who killed Chu Lun is Zuo Qingzhou?"

Jinglin knocked his forehead against the bookshelf and said in a deep voice: "It's not so simple, so-called causality and effect correspondence. You and I need to first understand what kind of suffering is the fox, and how did Zuo Qingzhou die."

Cang Ji and Jinglin were back to back, and he picked up the night pearls in the blanket. The charming and unique smell of the narrow corners had not yet dissipated. Cang Ji didn't know what it smelled, but he didn't want to ask.

"Before you and I can get out, you and I can get out first." Cang Ji said, handing over Jinglin's belt that had just been pulled off.

Jinglin took it, and the two of them immediately fell into a subtle atmosphere after waking up.
Chapter completed!