Chapter 161 This little corpse demon is so powerful
Wen Hanwei subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to cover her cheek, but found that her little fisted hand was tightly clasped in the palm of Bai Lian's cold palm. middle.
He was very obedient and did not spread the blood everywhere. He carefully rolled the blood that spilled out of his lips into his lips with the tip of his tongue.
But it was inevitable to touch the skin of her neck again.
It was clear that the blood energy in her body was still very low, but Wen Hanwei felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she could not even hold her fists.
It feels...so strange.
The palm pressed against the back of her neck seemed to feel her body becoming soft and unable to stand firm.
In order to make it easier to eat "breakfast", the hand cleverly slid along the back, and finally firmly held her slender waist, and held her in his arms somewhat forcefully.
The two chests were tightly attached to each other, and Afutu, whose ears were drooping, was squeezed into the rolling hills, motionless.
The rabbit's face was expressionless, and its three-petal mouth moved rapidly, as if it was hopeless.
Wen Hanwei suddenly felt her hard-to-clench fist being opened by his cold, slender fingers.
A thin layer of sweat seemed to form on her palms.
The amber eyes were like a layer of moisture covering them in the humid morning.
It’s really strange. It was obviously not like this when I fed him blood last night.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the chest next to his cold body began to rise and fall restlessly and anxiously. She bit her lip, on the verge of being unable to bear it anymore.
The cold lips and fangs finally left her skin, leaving two bright red spots like cinnabar marks between the snow-like skin.
After eating, his stomach was no longer empty and weak, and Balian's confused consciousness began to regain clarity.
He raised his head from her neck with a look of astonishment.
The scarlet pupils have long since faded and turned into clear black. His eyes are confused, and the corners of his lips still have a hint of eye-catching red.
The mellow and fragrant sweetness on the tip of his tongue, as well as the two red marks on the snow-white skin, silently told him what he had just done.
If he were still a normal human being, Baili'an Ding would be so shocked that he would break out in a cold sweat.
Among the branches and leaves in the morning breeze, a branch of wildflower as white as snow stretches out. Under the morning dew, it is still closed into an open flower bud, reflecting the cold wind and releasing a cool fragrance.
Wen Hanwei's disordered breathing lingered in his ears.
One hand was weakly supporting his shoulder, while the other hand remained pressed against the tree with his fingers intertwined.
Her fingers are long and slender, and the skin on her fingertips is too white. I don’t know whether it’s from breathing heavily or because of something else, but her fingernails are slightly red.
What's even worse is that he was too focused on eating and sucking blood just now, and later he realized that the blood-stained white clothes on Wen Hanwei's body were now ambiguously messy.
I don’t know when the clothes on half of the shoulders were pulled down a few inches, revealing a delicate and small collarbone, which almost dazzles the eyes.
"Sister Wen..., I..." Balian suddenly had the urge to hit a tree.
The person who said that you don’t need to use your neck and just need one finger is clearly him.
This is almost like someone showing up to her door on his own initiative, and he has to pretend to be a gentleman who wants to welcome her but refuses.
In the end, he shamelessly took the initiative to chew his neck and enjoyed it more than anyone else. This is not too mean and frivolous.
Forget it, how can we explain the current situation of being a frivolous and frivolous person.
Wen Hanwei took her hand out of his palm, waved her hand towards him, and then took back her fallen clothes to cover her collar. Her face was flushed, and her voice was tight when she spoke: "No, no, this corpse poison is so powerful, I can't stand it."
There was sweat on her forehead, and the forest was dark in the morning. The cold wind of the Lost Valley cannot quench the heat.
His eyes were cold and cold, and a thin layer of peach blossom appeared around the ends of his eyes.
Wen Hanwei's eyes were a little distressed, her white fingers were holding her collar, and she couldn't help scratching the wound with her nails, her voice was a bit depressed and confused: "It burns me, I feel like there are small bugs in the wound. It's so hot and it hurts My mouth feels so itchy, and that strange feeling goes straight into my heart. How could it be like this?"
Bailian looked at the woman in his arms and slowly raised her eyes, which were dizzy and clear. It's not deliberately seductive, but it's a bit burning.
The originally cold voice now only had a soft and soft smell, drifting into Balian's ears with the wind.
His heart skipped a beat, and he frowned, turning over her fingers that were scratching the wound. He lowered his head to check the injury, and his tone couldn't help but carry a heavy sense of self-blame.
"Is the corpse poison so powerful? Even Sister Wen, your immortal body can't bear it. Does Taixuanzong have a way to get rid of the corpse poison?"
Just looking through the room carefully, those two tiny lines The wound was bright red, without any black or green color.
This means that the corpse poison between his fangs had been purified by the blood in her body the moment he bit her skin.
Strange...
Bailian couldn't help but be a little confused.
Wen Hanwei pushed him away gently, as if distressed or contemplating, she put her fingers to her lips, bit her nails, and thought about it.
She finally came to a conclusion, raised her eyes and looked at Balian and said seriously: "I think I may be sick and have a fever."
"Huh?" Balian was a little stunned. : "Can immortals also get sick and have a fever?"
Wen Hanwei continued to bite her nails, frowned and analyzed: "The evil atmosphere in Chaos Valley is too strong, and in the The zombie demon suffered serious injuries, so it is not surprising that the disease took advantage of him."
She sighed, her eyes becoming clearer and firmer: "It seems that the practice is still too shallow. Well, with such a weak and ineffective body, it’s no wonder that he can’t compare with his senior brothers and sisters, and can only be ranked in the Ninth Sutra.”
"Is...is that so?" Balian always felt that something was not quite right.
"Yes." Wen Hanwei nodded seriously.
She said with some reluctance: "I thought that by practicing in seclusion for more than two hundred years, I would be able to get closer to my brothers and sisters. It can be seen that I have lost the battle today. I am still too weak. "
Bailian also fell into a brief thought, and then encouraged her and said: "That corpse demon named Sikong, his Strength cannot be measured by normal conditions. I think he should be stronger than all the Taixuan Nine Classics combined. It is not a shame for you to lose to him. Sister Wen is already very powerful."
Wen Hanwei. The frown on his eyebrows was still unresolved, and he hummed absentmindedly, and then asked: "Are you full?"
I originally wanted to ask if I would like more if I am not full.
But when I think about his powerful fangs, I think about it and forget it.
The helpless look just now was really unlike his usual self.
Bailian was a little unable to react to the sudden change of topic. He was startled, then coughed twice and nodded shyly.
Recommend a light novel: The best undercover in the fairy world. There is no stallion in the harem. The car is so fast. The introduction is as follows: I, Lin Yun, have excellent bones. I have the qualifications of an immortal emperor. I thought I would become a sect. The disciples of Menbaobao were there for me, but I never expected that they would let me go deep into the tiger’s den to be an undercover agent.
So the question is, what should I do if I win the Demon King at the beginning?
Elder: "That's not what I meant when I said going into the tiger's den..."
(End of this chapter)