Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 128 Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect (34)

Ruan Ruan's delicate body covered by black robe is as white as jade, but there is no good piece of meat at this moment.

They were all covered with dense red marks, and some places looked almost broken, and the thin skin was extremely fragile.

She gathered up her large robe. Black and white contrasted strongly, and the marks on it were like cracks on fine porcelain, adding a sense of fragmentation.

When her toes touched the bottom, a cold feeling spread along her skin. Her body swayed and her legs seemed a little weak.

She slowly hugged him, her cheek pressed against his chest, and the skin where it touched his ink robe was also cold. She couldn't help but tremble, but she didn't dare to let go.

The bare toes were curled up one by one, and they were tender and red.

Gong Qi put his big palm on the back of her head, pressed her into his arms, and gently caressed her back through a thin layer of clothing. His fingertips circled the butterfly bone several times with very light force.

There was a hint of teasing, but the expression on his face was gloomy.

Ruan Ruan buried her entire face in his arms, his powerful heartbeat ringing in her ears.

The hand circled behind him pushed, gesturing for him to relax a little.

It was a rare occasion for Gong Qi to obey her. She took a step back, revealing her face which was red from being depressed. The original feeling of spring had not faded away yet.

Her eyes were still a little red and swollen, but there was no water in them, so she blinked.

"Can you give me the things back? I promise not to run away."

He recognized the prohibition on the jade plate, but...

Gong Qi curled his lips slightly and stared at her with his glazed eyes.

"Okay."

He took out a red rope from nowhere, with several strings of vintage bells hanging on it, but it was silent in his hand.

The red rope seemed to be soaked in blood, full and dripping, as if blood would flow out in the next second.

There are several strings of bells hanging on it, but there is no sign of it being broken.

The cold fingertips held up the soles of her feet, and the metal bells crossed her entire feet and stopped at the ankle bones. The red rope shrunk to a suitable size and circled it.

It seemed to suddenly come to life, with blood flowing inside the rope.

Jingle bells.

Gong Qi dressed her and tied her belt with his own hands, with the white jade medal swinging around her waist.

"You won't leave me, right?" Without waiting for Ruan Ruan's reply, his big knuckled palm caressed the top of her hair.

"If you are caught by me, I will punish you..."

The tone was strange, with a hint of excitement.

Ruan Ruan's fingertips hanging by her side dug into the corners of her skirt, causing slight pain in her finger bones.

She remained silent and looked frightened.

……

There is a light fragrance of flowers in every breath, and along with the moist smell of grass and trees after the rain, there is a hidden murderous intent in the air.

Gong Qi stood casually in front of Yun Mian, with his eyelids half raised and not talking nonsense.

"Wuxianzhu, hand it over."

"Stuff isn't on me."

Yun Mian did not retreat. She summoned her natal sword and held it in her hand as if facing a formidable enemy.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up, every pore on his body told of danger, and the sword in his hand was held tighter.

No intention of retreating.

Seeing this, Gong Qi didn't say anything harsh. Demonic energy surged in his palm, and the power contained in it became solid.

He's about to start--

A scimitar slashed in front of him, and the rising wind picked up his hair.

Just avoid it by turning sideways.

Two inorganic glass eyes looked over, and the thin eyelids were slightly raised.

The visitor retracted his scimitar, and a muscular figure came into their sight.

He was dressed in black attire. The muscles under the robe were strong and the chest muscles were bulging. The outline of the muscles was vaguely visible through the thin clothes.

He has an upright appearance and a fierce aura that makes people dare not look directly at him, ignoring that his appearance is actually handsome.

There was a shallow scar on his brow bone, but it did not affect his appearance.

(End of this chapter)