Chapter 271 Who is raising you
I was so focused on dealing with the female corpse that I couldn’t even notice it.
Now, Fang Geyu's body exerted all its strength to press him up. His heart was as hot as fire. The physical changes happened so fast that people were caught off guard.
Like the violent sea at night, like the rising clouds.
How could this be? !
Balian felt dizzy for a moment.
Enter the battle between heaven and man in your heart.
He was extremely confused.
The female corpse sneered sarcastically: "I don't know where you learned the dirty tricks to deal with me, but no matter how nice your words are, you can't deceive your body into using the sound of drums to induce birth. Desire will make everything invisible. ”
Because only desire can best understand the evil thoughts of the human heart.
If you try to seduce it, if you try to induce it, it will spread into disaster and become out of control!
Tonight, only by having no thoughts or intentions can we survive this calamity.
Everything in the world that is full of emotion can produce an eerie drum sound, which has already taken root in the hearts of those who listen to the drum.
Once you have an idea in your mind, it will be easily absorbed and nourished, take root and sprout, and then grow into a tree in an extremely exaggerated way.
She spoke every word, not knowing whether she was mocking him or mocking herself: "Are you attached to her dependence and closeness to you? Are you yearning for others to need you?"
The hoarse voice of the female corpse seemed to be full of ultimate inducement and bewitchment: "It feels hopeless to be abandoned by others and not have expectations from the people important to you? Do you want to be taken seriously and want to throw away the pain that you can't bear for a lifetime? So why not A moment of indulgence?"
Bailian's gentle brows finally showed a trace of anger: "You... shut up! Um..." His voice suddenly started to gasp.
The two bodies were so close to each other that she didn’t know when to push them apart.
Fang Geyu put one hand on his waist, tilted his cheek, looked at the tooth mark in the center of his throat with a pair of confused eyes, and laughed infatuatedly.
Bailian didn't have time to think, a hand lifted up from nowhere and held her shoulder.
He gritted his teeth and looked down in disbelief.
Fang Geyu knelt on his body, her hips and waist showed a curved and beautiful arc, her snow-white neck was slightly dyed with a moving glow, and the little cinnabar mole between her earlobes was also red. Delicate and charming.
The bride was dressed in a red wedding dress, and the groom’s dress was undressed from left to right at some unknown time.
I saw that soft and slender finger gently making circles between the skin like a ghost.
Bailian's eye circles suddenly turned red, his brain exploded, arousing goosebumps all over his body, and too many emotions passed through his eyes.
There was shame, embarrassment, and embarrassment, but mostly shock.
Even though the soul was being charged, he really couldn't imagine that that arrogant young lady would do such an unspeakable thing.
She is not Jiujiu.
"Fang...Fang Geyu..." He tried to wake her up, but found that his voice was hoarse, as if covered with a layer of hot smoke, which was a different kind of thirst than ischemia.
The sound startled him.
He was so confused that for a moment, he really didn't know what else to say.
Stern condemnation?
Begging to be let go?
My thoughts were confused to the extreme for a while. In addition to the desire that grew like wild weeds, what made Balian gradually fall into unknown uneasiness was an emotion he had never experienced before, which was sprouting and occupying him. Cooling atrium.
What is this?
How could this be?
It is clear that when he was in the ancient coffin, he was plotted by Mi Xiang and was lost for a time, but at the last moment he knew how to rein in the precipice and keep his innocence.
He could have avoided the absurdity of that night if he hadn't forced himself on the drunkard.
But why tonight, how could an ignorant young lady force him into such a helpless and embarrassing situation?
As if responding to Balian's call, Fang Geyu raised his innocent and charming little face. Compared with the girl's slightly voluptuous baby face when she first met Kongcangshan, now it has a sharper and sharper beauty.
She couldn't see the face of the person in front of her clearly, but she knew clearly who he was.
She banged her head on his chest, and placed the fingers of her free left hand heavily on his heart.
Her speech was slurred and her voice was mixed, like a child playing rogue: "Speak! Who is raising the little corpse demon?!"
How could Balian follow her rhythm? Nonsense, this young lady is bullying people while asking questions.
She has always been smart, learns extremely quickly, and has extraordinary talents and abilities that are self-taught.
A terrible numbness rushed all the way to his scalp, and his voice became hoarse: "Fang Geyu... don't do this!"
Unable to wait for the answer, Fang Ge Yu seemed to be a little dissatisfied. He tapped his heart with a finger and said in a complaining tone: " Little Corpse Demon, you are too courageous!"
She raised her delicate crimson cheeks from his chest, her pretty face was rosy, but her eyes were fierce: "Bad guy, tell me, which family it is from? The kind-hearted master is raising the little corpse demon."
He became unwilling to let go.
The eldest lady had a fierce expression on her face, and her words of questioning were also sonorous and powerful.
Only the word "bad guy" exudes a soft and charming feeling from the inside out.
Her attitude was unforgiving, giving people a sense of despair that she was about to drown.
Confused with that claim, Balian couldn't help but let out a sob on the verge of destruction, and a bit of panic.
My mind was buzzing, and Balian pressed his head hard against the bed beam behind him. His blood-stained pupils receded, and his black eyes were full of confusion and chaos.
Fang Geyu lazily raised her dreamy eyes, slowly propped herself up, and touched the tooth marks on his neck with her other slender, jade-like fingertips. The fingertips were warm and slightly moist, and she used an irritating He said in a regretful tone: "You are so useless."
Bailian, who had not yet recovered from the blow, was hit extremely hard again. He glared at her without any deterrent, but said No words can come out.
He felt aggrieved, angry, and extremely puzzled.
Fang Geyu wiped his palm on his wedding clothes: "Little Corpse Demon, is it fun?"
Bailian was extremely ashamed and angry: "Fang! Ge! Yu! Please! Please wake up! ”
How can he maintain a normal attitude and face her in the future?
This little bitch, if she sets off a demonic barrier, it will really kill people!
At this moment, Fang Geyu is like an exquisite fake shell, his words, deeds and even emotions have been perfectly controlled by the sound of drums.
Bailian was in a complicated mood.
Fang Geyu seemed to be a noble and proud canary in an exquisite birdcage, but he knew exactly what kind of stubbornness and persistence was hidden in that bustling and delicious coat.
He didn't believe that she could be defeated so easily by the mind-obsessed illusion to this extent.
Bailian vaguely felt that Fang Geyu's current unusual state seemed to be not only affected by the sound of human skin drums.
At this time, the female corpse sneered and her eyes mocked: "Yun Shulang, when did you become so helpless?"
Bailian's head was banged, and his face was on fire. .
Then I remembered that there were others who had heard about the embarrassing and ridiculous things just now.
His usually gentle eyes rarely contained a hint of hatred, and he glared at the female corpse, Hesha.
(End of this chapter)