long night walk

Chapter 232
Fang Geyu squinted his eyes, his expression suddenly became a little sharp, he couldn't help but leaned up, stretched out his fingers and pinched the lobe of his left ear.

There are inconspicuous little red spots on the earlobes, just like a woman's ear piercings.

Soon, the redness on her face dissipated, and her tone was slightly dark and dangerous: "Today... Who touched your ear."

Seeing her solemn expression, Bailian frowned, thinking of the mysterious black-robed man.

Following Fang Geyu's fingertips, he touched his earlobe, and the earlobe touched by his fingertips suddenly became hot, and he reacted greatly.

Bailian lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

The corners of Fang Geyu's eyes converged into sharp edges, and he had a somewhat enticing aura: "This is the sword of the falling soul, it is a hunting technique used by high-level disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect, and it is usually used on demons. Don't you know if you have printed it?"

Her tone was a little angry, but she knew very well in her heart that the sword master who could plant such a high-level sword seal, the entire Tianxi Sword Sect, except for the Yu Sect Master, only had the Tianxi Thirteen Swords.

And Jin Sheng can be excluded from the thirteen swords of Tianxi.

Because he has not yet crossed the tribulation, but he does not have this ability.

Fang Geyu was inexplicably agitated when he thought that he was being targeted by such a big man as Thirteen Swords.

Among the three sects, the one who advocates killing demons and beasts the most and does his part, belongs to the Heavenly Seal Sword Sect.

Its suzerain is upright, and the temperament of being punished by demons is a match for Su Jing.

Now planting something like this...

This is to see through his identity as a corpse demon?

But if you see it through, why not capture it on the spot, and silently set a sword mark?
Bailian's complexion gradually sank, and he told the story of the black-robed man he met today.

Fang Geyu sneered again and again: "I don't know when the disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect became such a villain."

Bailian lowered his eyes and thought, and after a while, he lifted his eyes and looked at Fang Geyu and said with certainty, "But I feel that this person is not one of the thirteen swords of Tianxi."

Seeing his determined expression, Fang Geyu frowned, "Why are you so sure?"

Bailian recalled the scene when he met that person, and said solemnly: "Because this person... has no human breath, if it is a living person, it is impossible for me not to feel that there is someone behind the corner of the promenade, and that person When I held my wrist, there was no body temperature."

No body temperature, no human beings, no fresh breath.

But what Bailian can also be sure of is that that person is definitely not the same as him.

If there is no body temperature, it does not mean that it is a corpse.

Could it be a puppet like Yang Zhao and Huang Kang?

Fang Geyu stood up, pinched his earlobe and watched closely, his face became heavier as he watched.

This man is very deep.

And the method is really puzzling. When dealing with a little corpse demon who can't do the Kaiyuan realm, it must be an existence that is hard to remove when a sword imprint is casually made in the transcendence realm.

But unfortunately, this sword seal is not just the sword seal of the ordinary tribulation realm. Fang Geyu touched it with his fingertips, and he could even feel a wisp of soul contained in the sword seal.

Dividing the soul into the seal, the spiritual and spiritual sense consumed is so huge that even if the Chinese and Indians hide in the small world, even the death cycle can be sensed by the seal master.

This seal, even if her father came, may not be able to untangle this sword seal.

If it was really the actions of those big men on the Tianxi Seal, then why bother with such a small corpse demon.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed Fang Geyu felt, and the strength of tugging at Bailian's earlobe couldn't help but intensify.

When she came back to her senses, Bai Li'an was looking at her quietly, her earlobes turning red from being rubbed at her fingertips.

Fang Geyu was stunned, only to realize how frivolous and ambiguous his behavior was.

How can a man's earlobe be casually kneaded by a woman.

And she kneaded for a long time without letting go.

It's just like the blue baby butterfly that she always despised and hated. She likes to ride her little black horse when she has nothing to do, and tease the young and handsome young man on the street.

Is this the evil that she fell into the night of the blue baby butterfly?
This morning, Lan Xiaodie was still chattering endlessly in her ear, yin and yang angrily said that she had raised a fresh and delicious handsome face, which warmed the eldest lady's couch, and caught the old ghost to receive rewards. Meet the lady.

Well-behaved and obedient, it's no wonder that the eldest young lady who has always been rude to stinky men has adopted an exception.

But that night was for a show of escape.

The blue baby butterfly was very concerned.

Fang Geyu snorted coldly in his heart, this kid is cold, so he can't warm the bed as well as she said.

Who can warm whoever is uncertain.

But... it's true to be obedient and obedient.

As someone else, who could sit so quietly and peacefully and let her act.

Facing Bai Li'an's clean eyes, she didn't know what to say for a while, Fang Geyu's pretty face gradually turned red, and the hand holding his ear trembled.

It was all to blame for Lan Xiaodie, who kept reciting in front of her, so that she felt that she was the same as those anxious old ladies in the Xueyue Pavilion in the Great Qin Emperor's capital.

Seemingly feeling the trembling and disorder of her fingertips, Bailian asked in a low voice, "What? Is this tricky?"

Fang Geyu coughed lightly and was about to speak.

At that time, there will be a strong wind outside the window, like a shocking wave on the sea, and the cold wind will roll up the fine snowflakes and dust.

The light and white snow blew open the old windows.

A long wind blows in, bringing with it the twilight of winter.

Fang Geyu's eyes moved lightly, and he naturally retracted his hands and stretched out his sleeves, covering the sky light coming directly from the window with his white snow-crane cloak.

The wind blows, the light snow rusts, the wind blows the snowflakes against the curtain, and a thin and tall shadow rolls under the snow-covered eaves.

It's not just the wind that blows Fang Ge's snow-white sleeves.

The sky was dim, and it seemed to be covered by a figure.

A pure and slender hand passed through her snow sleeves, and the slender fingertips finally landed on Bailian's earlobe.

It is clearly a very beautiful hand, which is more delicate and clean than the hand of a girl in the south of the Yangtze River that does not touch the spring water, but it has a bit of inadvertent laziness.

That hand was gently twisting the red earlobe, with a bit of playful fun.

Outside the window, there was a chuckle: "Meet again, little corpse demon, have you been practicing swords recently?"

this voice...

Balian was no stranger, but he was still surprised.

Fang Geyu was also a little surprised, his eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help withdrawing his arms.

Beneath the broad white sleeves of the crane cloak is a beautiful face as delicate as jade, leaning forward halfway between the windows with a smile but not a smile, resting his cheeks in one hand and pinching Bailian's ears in the other.

It was obviously a very indecent and flirtatious behavior, but she made her look clean and poignant, with a high-level and elegant temperament.

"Miss Yunrong?" Bailian said in surprise.

(End of this chapter)