Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 154 Female Cultivator of Hehuan Sect (60)

The place where their bodies were touching was warmed by her body temperature. Ruan Ruan reluctantly raised her head against him and stretched out her hand to cover the red mark on her forehead. Her fingertips poked his muscles, which were so hard.

Her arms wrapped around his thin waist softly, and with doubts in her clear almond eyes, she asked again, "What's wrong with you?"

The other free hand covered her eyelids and her voice was hoarse, "Call my name."

"Brother Chao Shi——"

"Well--"

A layer of wetness and coldness suddenly covered the lips, and the tingling sensation hit them almost at the same time. The bright red flesh and blood turned outwards, and the blood from the damaged corners of the lips instantly gushes out, dyeing their lips red.

Ruan Ruan pinched him hard and painfully.

He didn't react at all. Her blocked sight, Wai Gongqi's eyes were filled with darkness, and a hint of misery flashed through her eyes. Her cold face became more transparent, and the lower lip of her blood-stained lips was pale.

The thick crow feathers trembled slightly, and as if he was suddenly reluctant to let go, he gently took it in his mouth and carefully outlined the wounds on it.

"...Well, it's me."

The ties on her shoulders were shaky, and Ruan Ruan raised her head, but he still felt it was not enough, and pressed his hands firmly on the back of her neck.

The sound of breathing became more and more rapid.

……

"Wrong, wrong!" Ruan Ruan was sweating profusely and struggled to sit up, "How could you forget?!"

There was a thin blush on his face, his hair was a little sticky on his neck, and there was some accusation in his words.

Gong Qi looked a little more satisfied, and his eyes rarely looked a little hot. He asked calmly, "What?"

They haven't seen each other for a long time, how could they not remember?
Ruan Ruan thought he was asking questions knowingly, and threw away his hand angrily, "Du Xiuwei! You promised to help me Du Xiuwei."

"If so, when can I personally torture-" She murmured, her voice was very soft, and she suddenly stopped talking.

Gong Qi covered the scar on his waist and abdomen that had been stabbed by the frost. The veins on the back of his hand popped out, and his finger bones bent uncontrollably, suppressing his strength.He was reminded once again that yes, she hated him, so how could she take the initiative to get close to him.

He showed no emotion, "Do it again."

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The night is deep, and the darkness seems to swallow everything.

Jiang Wu was alone outside. The soles of his boots ran over the grass blades, and dew accumulated on the fallen green leaves. When the hem of his clothes brushed against them, they fell one after another. The corners of his clothes got wet in several places, and the color gradually became darker.

He didn't care that the corner of his sky-blue robe was entangled with it. He held a piece of dogtail grass between his fingertips and wrapped the flexible thin stem around his finger twice from time to time. On a whim, he moved it to the mouth of the sheath. The tip of his nose felt itchy and he sneezed. .

He seemed to be walking around casually, and after passing a few houses, he suddenly stopped and politely stepped forward to knock on the door.

He waited patiently, and after the door opened, he smiled subconsciously, his round eyes curved, and his eyes were clean and clear, "Excuse me."

"What's the matter so late?"

"I don't seem happy today, can you help me?"

The disciple who opened the door felt that he was really weird. They needed to rest and recover after starting to lose spiritual power. If he suddenly appeared in front of his door at night and said such words, anyone would think that he was sick.

He glanced at Jiang Wu, pulled on the door bolt with both hands, and was about to close the door.

"Okay, it seems I was rejected." The fair cheek flesh bulged, "Then I will do it myself!"

The door was suddenly broken open, and the damaged wood was shattered on the ground. He walked in as if he was in a deserted place.

His eyes seemed to be looking at his feet intently, avoiding the fragments of the door with wooden thorns exposed, and the tail of his hair fell from the side of his face.

This is different from stepping on it.

He didn't care at all about the disciple who was pointing his sword at him as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and he didn't even look at him.

(End of this chapter)