long night walk

Chapter 272 Who is raising you
Fang Caiyi was battling against the female corpse, but he couldn't even notice it.

Now that Fang Geyu's body is exerting force and the whole person is pressed up, his heart is burning like fire, and the body changes are happening too fast, which makes people caught off guard.

Like the night sea violent, like the clouds rising.

How can this be so? !
Bailian felt dizzy for a moment.

Enter into the battle between heaven and man.

He was very confused.

The female corpse sneered sarcastically: "I don't know where you learned to deal with me with the unpopular means, but no matter how nice you say it, you can't deceive your body, and use the sound of drums to generate desire, which will make you Everything, nothing to hide.”

Because only desire can best understand the evil thoughts of the human heart.

To be lured, to be spawned, it will spread and become a disaster, and it will be out of control!
And tonight, only with no thoughts and no intentions can we survive this calamity.

Something that is enough to make everything in the world full of emotion breeds the sinister drum sound, which has already taken root in the hearts of drum listeners.

Once you have an idea in your heart, it will easily be absorbed and nourished, take root and sprout, and then grow into a tree with great exaggeration.

She paused word by word, not knowing whether she was mocking him or self-deprecating: "Are you nostalgic for her dependence and closeness to you? Are you longing for others to need you?"

The hoarse voice of the female corpse seemed to be full of extreme inducement and bewitchment: "It feels very hopeless to be abandoned by others and not expected by someone important to you? You want to be valued, and you want to throw away the pain that you will not bear in your life? So why not Indulge once?"

There was finally a hint of anger in Bailian's gentle eyes: "You...shut up for me! Hmm..." His voice suddenly gasped.

The two skin-to-skin bodies were pushed apart by her at some point.

Fang Geyu put one hand on his waist, tilted his cheeks, blinded a pair of confused eyes, looked at the teeth marks in the center of his throat, and let out a silly laugh.

Bailian didn't have time to think, but the strength raised by one hand out of nowhere supported her shoulder.

He gritted his teeth and looked down in disbelief.

Fang Geyu knelt on his body, the hips and waist showed a beautiful curved line, the snow-white slender neck was slightly dyed with a rosy color, and the little cinnabar mole between the earlobes was also red and delicate.

Dahongxi was put on the quilt, and Baili's bridegroom's dress was tossed left and right at some point.

I saw that soft and slender fingers gently circled between the skin.

Bailian's eyes suddenly turned red, and his brain exploded, causing goose bumps all over his body, and too many emotions flashed through his eyes.

There is shame, embarrassment, embarrassment, but most of all, consternation.

Even if the soul was charged, he really couldn't imagine that the mighty young lady would do such an unspeakable thing.

She is not a drinker.

"Fang...Fang Geyu..." He tried to wake her up, but found that his voice was hoarse, like a layer of hot smoke, which was a kind of thirst different from ischemia.

The sound startled him.

He was so confused, and for a moment, he really didn't know what else to say.

A sharp condemnation?

Begging to let go?
His thoughts became extremely chaotic for a while. In addition to the wildly bred desire like weeds, what made Bailian gradually fall into the unknown and uneasy was a never-before-seen emotion that sprung up to fill his cooled atrium.

what is this?
How can this be so?

It was clear that in the ancient coffin, he fell in love with a conspiracy and was lost for a while, but at the last moment he would know how to restrain himself from the precipice and keep the clarity.

If it wasn't for the overlord of wine and wine, he would have avoided the absurd night.

But why tonight, an ignorant eldest lady, little girl, can force him to such a helpless and helpless situation?

As if responding to Bailian's call, Fang Geyu raised his innocent and charming face.

Compared to when Kong Cangshan first met, the girl's slightly sensual, baby-fat cheeks now have a sharp and sharp beauty.

She couldn't see the face of the man in front of her, but she knew exactly who he was.

She slammed her head against his chest with a slam, and the fingers of her free left hand focused heavily on his heart.

Her speech was slurred, her voice was mixed, like a rogue child: "Speak! Who is raising the little corpse demon?!"

How could Bailian follow her rhythm, this eldest lady was bullying people while questioning.

She has always been smart, learns very fast, and has the extraordinary talent and ability to be self-taught.

A terrifying numbness rushed to the scalp, and his voice became hoarse: "Fang Geyu...don't do this!"

Unable to wait for an answer, Fang Geyu seemed a little dissatisfied, he tapped his fingers to increase his strength, and said in a complaining tone: "Little corpse demon, you are too bold!"

She raised her delicate and crimson cheeks from his chest, her pretty face was rosy, but her eyes were fierce and tight: "Bastard, tell me, which kind master is raising the little corpse demon."

It was unrelenting.

The eldest lady used a fierce expression, and her words were sonorous and forceful.

Only the sound of 'bad guy' exudes a soft and tender feeling from the inside out.

On the other hand, her attitude is unforgiving, giving people a kind of despair that is about to drown.

Mixed with that claim again, Bai Li'an let out a whimper on the verge of collapse, and a bit of panic.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, and Bailian pressed his head hard against the bed beam behind him, his blood pupils receded, and his black eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

Fang Geyu raised her dream-like eyes, slowly propped up her body, her other fingertips as long as jade touched the teeth marks on his neck, the fingertips were warm and slightly wet, she used a maddening manner. Regretfully said: "Hello, it's useless."

Bailian, who had not recovered from the blow, was once again hit incomparably hard. He glared at her without any deterrence, but he couldn't say a word.

He was aggrieved and angry, and was extremely puzzled.

Fang Geyu wiped his palm on his wedding dress: "Little corpse demon, is it fun?"

Bailian was extremely ashamed and angry: "Fang! Song! Fishing! Please wake up a little bit!"

How can he maintain a normal attitude to face her in the future?

This little girl, launching a magic barrier, it really kills people!

At this moment, Fang Geyu is like a delicate fake shell, his words, deeds and even his emotions have been perfectly controlled by the drum sound.

Bailian's mood is complicated.

Fang Geyu seemed to be a noble and proud canary in a delicate bird cage, but he knew exactly what kind of stubbornness and persistence were hidden in that prosperous and delicious coat.

He didn't believe she could be defeated so easily by Dementor.

Bailian vaguely felt that Fang Geyu's unusual state was not only influenced by the sound of human skin drums.

At this time, the female corpse let out a sneer, her eyes mocking: "Yun Shulang, when did you become so helpless?"

Bailian's brain banged, and his face was burning.

It was only then that I remembered the absurd and embarrassing incident, and others were listening to it.

His usual gentle eyes rarely brought a bit of hatred, and glared at the female corpse Hesha.

(End of this chapter)