long night walk

Chapter 161 This little corpse is too powerful

Wen Hanwei subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to cover her cheek, but found that her little hand clenched into a fist was tightly held by Bai Lian's cold palm.

He was very obedient, he didn't get the blood everywhere, and carefully rolled the blood overflowing from his lips into his lips with the tip of his tongue.

But it was inevitable to touch the skin on her neck again.

It is clear that the blood in the body has not yet reached the point of loss, but Wen Hanwei feels that all the strength in her body has been drained, and she can't even hold her fist.

It feels... so weird.

The palm on the back of her neck seemed to feel her gradually softening body, unable to stand still.

In order to facilitate eating "breakfast", that hand cleverly slid along her back, and finally firmly supported her slender waist, and held her in her arms somewhat forcefully.

The chests of the two were tightly attached to each other, and Afu Rabbit with drooping ears was squeezed into the rolling hills and remained motionless.

The rabbit's face was expressionless, and its three-petal mouth moved quickly, looking hopeless.

Wen Hanwei suddenly felt that his hard-to-clench fist was stretched open by his cold and slender fingers.

There seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on her palms.

The amber eyes are like a layer of water vapor covered in the morning humidity.

It's really strange, it was clearly not like this when feeding him blood last night.

I don't know how long it has passed, the chest next to his cold body began to rise and fall restlessly, she bit her lip, on the verge of being unbearable.

The cold lips and fangs finally left her skin, leaving two bright red spots like cinnabar marks between the snow-like skin.

After eating, the stomach pouch was no longer empty and weak, and Bai Lian's confused consciousness began to regain clarity.

He raised his head from her neck in astonishment.

The scarlet pupils had already faded and turned into clear black, his eyes were confused, and there was still a striking residual red at the corners of his lips.

The mellow sweetness on the tip of the tongue, and the two red marks between the white skin, silently told him what he did just now.

If he was still a normal human being, Baili Anding would be shocked into a cold sweat.

Among the branches and leaves in the morning breeze, a branch of wild flowers as white as snow stretched out. Under the morning dew, they were still closed and opened as flower buds, shivering against the cold wind and releasing a cool fragrance.

Wen Hanwei's disordered breathing lingered in his ears.

One hand was propped limply on his shoulder, while the other hand still maintained the appearance of being pressed on the tree with its fingers intertwined.

Her fingers were long and slender, and the skin on her fingertips was extremely white. She didn't know whether it was because of her heavy breathing or something else, and her fingernails were slightly red.

What's more terrible is that he was too focused on eating and sucking blood just now, only to find out afterwards that the blood-stained white clothes on Wen Hanwei's body are now in an ambiguous mess.

The clothes on half of the shoulders were pulled off a few inches at some point, exposing a delicate and small collarbone, which almost dazzled the eyes.

"Wen... Sister, I..." Bai Lian suddenly had the urge to hit a tree.

He is clearly the one who said that only one finger is enough for the neck.

It was as if someone offered to come to her door on her own initiative, and he still had to pretend to be an upright gentleman who wanted to greet but refused to show her.

At the end of the day, he shamelessly took the initiative to gnaw his neck more happily than anyone else, so don't be too frivolous.

It's fine to chew and bite, but how to explain the current situation of a disciple who is contemptuous of others.

Wen Hanwei took her hand out of his palm, waved at him, and then pulled back the slipped shirt to cover the neckline.

Her face was flushed, and her voice was tense: "No, no, this corpse poison is so powerful, I can't bear it."

There was sweat on her forehead, and the cold wind in the remote forests and valleys in the morning could not extinguish the heat.

The eyes were no longer cold, and a thin layer of peach blossom appeared around the end of the eyes.

Wen Hanwei's eyes were a little distressed, her white fingers grabbed the neckline, and she couldn't help scratching the wound with her nails, her voice was a bit depressed and confused: "It's burning, I feel like there are bugs crawling around in the wound, It's so hot, the wound is itchy, and that strange feeling goes straight into my heart, how could it be like this?"

Bai Lian looked at the woman in his arms and slowly raised her dizzy eyes. The clear eyes did not deliberately seduce people, but they were a little burning.

The original cold voice now only had a soft taste, which lingered into Bai Lian's ears with the wind.

His heart skipped a beat, and he frowned and opened her scratching fingers on the wound, lowered his head to examine the injury, and his tone could not help but carry a heavy sense of self-blame.

"Is the corpse poison so powerful? Even sister Wen's immortal body can't bear it. Taixuanzong has a way to get rid of the corpse poison."

Just looking through it carefully, the two tiny wounds were bright red, and there was no black or blue.

This meant that the corpse poison between his fangs had been purified by the blood in her body the moment he bit her skin.

strangeness……

Bai Lian couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Wen Hanwei gently pushed him away, as if distressed, as if in contemplation, put her fingers into her lips, bit her nails, and thought for a while.

She finally came to a conclusion, raised her eyes and looked at Bai Lian and said seriously: "I may be sick and have a fever."

"Ah?" Bai Lian was a little dumbfounded: "Do immortals also get sick and have a fever?"

Wen Hanwei continued to bite her nails, frowned and analyzed: "The evil wind in Chaotic Valley is too strong, and he suffered serious injuries in the hands of that corpse demon. It's not surprising that he was taken advantage of by the disease."

She sighed, her eyes gradually became clear and resolute: "It seems that the practice is still too shallow. With such a weak body, no wonder it can't compare with senior brothers and sisters. They can only be listed in the Ninth Classic."

"Is...is that so?" Bai Lian always felt that something was wrong.

"En." Wen Hanwei nodded seriously.

She was a little unwilling and said: "I thought that after more than two hundred years of retreat and practice, I would be able to shorten the distance between my brothers and sisters. It can be seen that I have lost a lot of battles today. I am really too weak."

Bai Lian also fell into short-term thinking, and then encouraged her: "That corpse demon named Sikong, his strength can't be measured normally, I think he should be stronger than all the Taixuan Nine Classics combined. Strong, it's not a shame for you to lose to him, Sister Wen is already very powerful."

Wen Hanwei's tightly locked eyebrows were still unresolved, she hummed absently, and then asked, "Are you full?"

Originally, I wanted to add that if I am not full, I would like to have more.

But when he thinks about his powerful fangs, think about it or forget it.

The powerless appearance just now was really not like his usual self.

Bai Lian was a little overwhelmed by the sudden change of the topic. He was startled, then coughed lightly, and nodded shyly.

　Recommend a light novel as the number one undercover agent in the fairy world. There are no stallions in the harem, and the speed of the car is so fast that it explodes. Unexpectedly, they let me go deep into the tiger's den to go undercover.

　　So here comes the question, what should I do if I win the demon king at the beginning?
　　Elder: "That's not what I mean by going deep into the tiger's den..."

　　


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