Chapter 455 Baili Ming'an Zi Hidden Sword
Seeing him look like this, the cold and desolate dark color in A'luo's eyes began to become more blurred and dangerous.
Her breathing became heavier and she whispered: "Master has misunderstood again. A'luo is not angry. I have endured it for long enough. It is not an impulse that happens overnight, but a long-term relationship with Master. The attachment is useless and there is no solution in the world.”
She is like. It was a vine full of enchantment and danger, wrapping him tightly without giving him any way out: "I am not a god with clear desires."
She suddenly reached out and pressed his palm against the flowers on the side of his cheek. Inside, the fingers were intertwined, and the midnight-colored eyes were filled with shocking emotions.
She was extremely serious. Even though she was scared, she said without any hesitation: "Master."
"I want you."
"I want you now."
"I don't want to wait for a moment."
She wrapped her body around him so tightly, like a fish that couldn't leave the water, and her will to devour him was so determined that it made people panic.
how so?
He opened his eyes blankly and was speechless.
And A'luo didn't intend to give him another chance to speak. The matter was already at this point, and she didn't want to continue boiling the frog in warm water.
She has always been paranoid and crazy, since she is afraid and looking forward to eating the master.
It is better to implement it directly to the end without leaving any room.
The wind blowing from the distant mountains made the forest trees become desolate. In the chaotic night, the shadows of trees swayed like ghosts. The sky, which had always been calm and pale, seemed to emit the last dying angry sound. For a moment, lightning flashed and thunder ripped apart the long night.
Dark clouds hung overhead, lightning roared, the fallen stars all shone brightly, and the galloping galaxies hung like silver dragons in the sky, silently rebuking the disrespectful behavior of this last demon king.
She is the king of the demon world.
He is the god of heaven.
She is a disciple.
He is a respected teacher.
The relationship between life and death was cruelly torn apart by her own hands.
He opened his eyes wide in confusion, looking at the sky where thousands of stars were lighting up and unable to die again, and the things in his heart seemed to disappear with them.
It shouldn't be like this...
"Master, I like you." She liked the Master's body temperature.
She got the precious first time from Master.
There has never been a moment when she had him as truly as she does now.
She is a demon who made the decision without authorization and blasphemed the master who was like a deity. She felt very guilty in her heart.
But what to do.
She still wants to continue to dirty him, leaving all traces of her on his body and soul!
She knew that this was a pathological and paranoid love destined to receive no response.
But she still wanted to taste the master thoroughly, inside and out. Even if it was bloody, withered, and cruel, she would like it very much.
Fang Geyu looked at the palace empress in the ice coffin. Yun Rong's face was already indescribably terrifying and cold.
She has never seen that sword-mad girl who is as carefree as a crane and looks like clouds with a gaze as sharp as a knife. Her beautiful eyes were all red.
It seemed that if she could come out, she would probably kill the traitor immediately!
Fang Geyu felt very tired and felt that Yun Rong was pitiful.
The love has just begun to bloom, and the husband belongs to someone else.
If I had known today, why bother in the beginning.
A'luo turned a blind eye to that gaze, and put her hands on his neck. She looked at the master's eyelashes painted in thick ink, which were deeply closed and trembling. She whispered in his ear: " Master, isn’t it uncomfortable to endure it like this?”
His closed face slowly turned red again due to her shameless teasing.
Her face was filled with a successful smile. She no longer looked like the violent demon king, but more like a sneaky kitten. Her voice was soft: "Master, it hurts. Ah."
Finally he couldn't bear her increasingly outrageous words. He opened his eyes and stared at her, but his breathing was disordered and his ears were red. " If it hurts, just get out of here!"
Aluo smiled softly, bit his earlobe, and said with a hand, "If you don't go down, Master is infected with the wind and cold, so he won't be able to move. "Move, A'luo will warm you up."
He seemed to be completely held in the palm of his hands. This feeling was extremely exciting and uncomfortable.
A'rao's black hair was dancing wildly, and his long eyes were squinting deeply. His expression seemed to please her, and a hint of crimson appeared in his delicate and enchanting face.
At night, clear songs echo.
Yunrong, who was separated by a thick layer of ice coffin, looked pale and his expression was about to collapse.
With her fingers, she scratched a few light white marks on the thick ice. She felt her eyes flickering in and out, her heart felt violently suffocated, and she couldn't breathe out no matter how hard she breathed out.
When he opened his mouth, what came out was unstoppable scarlet, scattered on the frosty ice.
An indescribable pain spread from the bottom of my heart.
At this moment, she seemed to hear that her thousand-year-old sword heart was beginning to collapse inch by inch.
Yunrong seemed to be in a state of panic, with a look of pain on her face, and her beautiful eyebrows were frowning. Then she slowly tightened her heart with her palms, and her lips and teeth were full of fishy sweetness.
The heart of her sword was bright and broken.
The sword master, who usually has a strict style of work and has been practicing alone in the mountains for many years, is suffering from all kinds of stimulation today. He hates the feeling of his body being controlled by desire, and he is about to be overwhelmed by shame.
He was so stimulated that his teeth were chattering, and he was so angry that he could not resist her self-destruction: "Evil! Who taught you these nonsense! Ugh... evil disciple!"
He was scolding, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of blood, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He looked in the direction of Yun Rong, and saw Yun Rong's pale and sad face in the scarlet blood.
The starlight in her eyes has dimmed.
"Senior sister..." He stretched out his palm in her direction, and realized how embarrassed he looked at the moment. The raised hand fell back to the flowers feebly, and his eyes Eyes red: "Stop looking, senior sister..."
"Stop looking..."
Yun Rong was obedient and slowly squatted down with red eyes, burying his face in his knees and squatting in a small world.
Sure enough, in this apocalyptic world, the gods are also doomed.
His eyes were red, and he scratched the sharp thorns with his palms, causing blood to fall everywhere. The pain allowed him to regain some strength in his arms, and he hugged Arao's soft and greasy breasts. waist, biting her snowy shoulder like a revenge, blood overflowing, gasping and saying He said: "Don't move, it feels... it's so strange, so uncomfortable... don't move."
A'luo was very surprised by this active and intimate hug, and she whispered in his ear: "Hide it." Sword..."
(End of this chapter)