Chapter 704, Meow
Yunrong tried his best to wrestle with him tenaciously, but in the end he was just a swordsman practicing spiritual power.
In terms of physical strength, how can she compete with the corpse demon.
Looking at the young man on top of her like a hungry wild wolf, grabbing her collar and pulling it out, his hot and heavy breathing fell on her collarbone, where Goosebumps appeared on the skin.
This rude behavior made Yun Rong frown, with anger hidden in his eyes.
The collar of the white singlet was opened by Bailian with his mouth, and underneath was the plain-colored bellyband.
Yun Rong could no longer bear this excessive behavior, and for a moment he could not take into account the close contact between the two people.
She exerted her strength and arched her body high, like a fish out of water, bouncing and twisting violently under Bailian.
The knees bent hard found the right direction and pushed upwards.
With a dull crash, Balian's face showed pain, and his propped up body fell softly and fell into her arms, making a muffled sound like a wounded beast.
The fingers that were clamping Yun Rong's wrists were trembling with pain and suddenly became weak.
Yunrong regained his hands and ignored the pain in his chest caused by the impact of Balian's high nose. She pushed him aside forcefully and pulled up his messy and half-open clothes.
Her fingers were trembling slightly as she tied her belt and put on her outer robe. Her face was filled with gloom and anger.
Yunrong took a few deep breaths to recover from the chaos just now.
The knuckles of his clenched fists tightened again and again, and he barely resisted the urge to punch Bailian.
Yun Rong knew that Bai Lian was not acting according to his heart at this time.
Although his wanton behavior was no different from that of an animal, he really shouldn't be blamed.
With a livid face, she looked at Bailian whose forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. She was shocked that the corpse demon could sweat so much. Besides being angry, she couldn't help but worry that he would die here.
After thinking for a moment, she took out a demon-suppressing soul rope from the Qiankun bag, thinking that she should tie up this restless little corpse demon before making any plans.
Before she could squat down, Arao's cold voice came: "If I were you, I would choose to leave here right now."
Yun Rong looked up at her, looking puzzled.
Aluo looked at her with a bit of disgust and displeasure in his eyes: "The succubus in the Beiyuan Forest received the rotting spirit transformation from the demon emperor's breath. If you don't understand the charm poison for a long time, you may be alienated into a strong body. Do you think you Can those rags tie him up? "
Yun Rong would not doubt the Demon Lord's 'good intentions'. After all, the little corpse demon almost became her husband, and the Demon Lord would certainly not be willing to do so. The little watery flower that I liked was brought to me in the pot.
But leaving the poisoned little corpse demon behind and letting him be spiritualized here is obviously not very decent.
After all, he saved himself from the old corpse demon first.
Perhaps seeing Yun Rong's hesitation, Ah Rao said again: "If you leave here, I will be the only woman here. He will come to me naturally, and I will have a way to remove the poison from his body."
When he said this, it was equivalent to admitting in disguise that his charm was not as good as that of an inner demon created by Yun Rong. A'luo felt so unwilling that his silver teeth were almost broken.
Yunrong had no doubt that he was there. He nodded towards Arao, drove away the moon-watching wolf, picked up the snow-washing sword, looked for a direction, and left in a hurry.
The vine chrysalis around A'luo was formed by the corrupted succubus spirit body that merged into the peach tree. She was currently weak and could not break open the vine chrysalis.
She couldn't get out, so she had to pull her neckline down a little in the vine chrysalis, exposing a shoulder like a tooth sculpture.
His Majesty the Demon Lord winked, just about to seduce him with his charming voice.
Unexpectedly, before His Majesty the Demon Lord could show his charm, Balian didn't even look at the beautiful scenery on the other side. With red eyes, a hot wind passed by in the night, carrying an extremely dangerous aura towards him. He rushed towards Yun Rong.
Yunrong was injured and was not suitable to use her body skills. Before she had gone ten meters away, she felt the speed behind her, like a cheetah running, and knocked her down against a branch.
Yunrong was ready to curse. He was a mad dog, right? Why did he only catch her and bite her like crazy?
The moment the two of them lost their balance, Yun Rong reacted very quickly and hit Bailian in the chest with a roll kick, but he was as motionless as a rock.
Seeing that the sheep was about to fall into the tiger's mouth again, Yun Rong was so angry that he was shaking all over.
At this moment, a black shadow rushed over from the dense sea of branches and flowers and grabbed the back of Balian's neck.
Yun Rong felt that the leg against Bai Lian's chest suddenly became lighter, and the person on top of him was also carried away by the shadow.
The layers of black and red dresses are flying in the air, as if they are filled with the beauty of the night.
Yun Rong rubbed the painful arm, sat up, and looked at the woman in sword clothes in the sky with surprise.
And Arao's face instantly turned cold.
Jian Shang Yunrong put down the hot Bailian, his dark eyes showed no warmth, staring down at the wound in his abdomen, the five fingers that were holding his arm almost dug into his The strength is very deep in the flesh.
She was only gone for half an hour...
He was plotted by the succubus but never told her.
Even if he knew that the defensive Wangyi was more cunning and treacherous than a fox. If she missed an opportunity, it would be difficult to find his aura again.
He deliberately let her go...
Thinking of this, an unprecedented anger and sadness suddenly surged in her heart.
The endless night of gorgeous flowers reflected in her dark eyes.
With mixed feelings in her heart, she grabbed Balian's collar and pressed her forehead against his chest. Although she was full of resentment and anger, she couldn't even utter a single word of blame. .
Her trembling fingertips gently touched his blood-stained abdomen. Unexpectedly, the fingertips were like a drop of water dropped into hot oil, causing him to boil instantly.
Balian was like a cat being burned with pokers, and sparks flew everywhere in an instant.
Not even noticing that the person in his arms had changed, Bai Lian grabbed Jian Shang Yunrong's wrist.
Before she could react, he stood up and took away all the disordered breathing from her lips and teeth.
Yunrong actually did not know that his situation at the moment was more dangerous than that of the poisoned Bai Lian. He was on the chopping block without knowing it.
She completely did not expect to be attacked by Bailian. She grabbed his clothes with her fingers until her knuckles turned white. She was frozen in the distance, unable to react for a long time.
It wasn't until her body became cold and the Tianxi Sword Sect's school uniform and swords were piled up and spread out in his hands like peeled onions that she finally came to her senses and began to struggle and resist.
The other Master Yun Rong was dumbfounded. He saw that the attack of the little corpse demon was even more fierce than before. The most he treated her was to nibble on her neck, bite her collarbone, and kiss her cheek.
Now there is a different person in my arms, and he actually bites his lips...
No, no, they are exactly the same. I am afraid that in the eyes of the little corpse demon, they are still different. I thought I was holding her.
This inner demon did a good deed. If she hadn't suddenly come out to put out the fire, she would have been the one being held and biting her mouth at this moment. No, no! She couldn't stand this, so she even stuck out her tongue. This little corpse demon was pretty good at it.
Huh?
Her inner demons are also very real, not to mention that her face looks exactly the same.
After taking off her clothes, she was no different from her inside. If she hadn't been watching at this moment, Yun Rong would have thought that the person under the little corpse demon was herself?
Although it may be obvious to onlookers, they have the same face, the same body, every detail, as if even a hair is the same from top to bottom.
Yun Rong couldn't stand it any longer, and quickly reminded him: "You are struggling like a shy little woman, but you are showing off the posture of killing evil beasts. He is under a charm." It's poisonous, if you keep rubbing it, he will touch you all over your body!"
As he spoke, Yun Rong's ears suddenly turned red, and he covered his cheeks with his hands, feeling unprecedented. He was confused and said angrily: "This little corpse demon has started to take off his clothes, why are you so stunned?"
Aluo was also anxious and said hurriedly: "Quickly gouge it out with a sharp knife. He had carrion toxin in his abdomen, and then he took my demonic blood and fed it to him, and he still had time to detoxify."
The quarrel between the two made Jian Shang Yunrong fully understand the situation.
The strange thing is that she stopped struggling, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her cheek to look at Aluo's anxious face.
The eyes are no longer as angry and sad as before, but there is something in them that makes people unable to figure out the meaning.
She suddenly hummed, holding the head buried in her chest with both hands, her fingers gently combing Balian's sweat-soaked hair, and she didn't know where he bit him. There were two hints of cherry color on her fair cheeks.
She pursed her lips, her eyes unpredictable.
Aluo's heart trembled when she stared at her like that, and an unknown premonition came over her. It was clear that Yun Rong didn't say anything, but she seemed to understand something, her lips turned pale with fear. .
Both hands subconsciously grasped the vines, and the barbs pricked the palms without even checking. Her eyes were cold and she threatened: "Do you really think I can't get out?"
Jian Shang Yunrong raised her eyelashes, her eyes were flooded, her face was red, her eyes were cold, and her pupils were like a spring filled with clear autumn, clear and profound.
There was no hint of revenge or provocation in his eyes, but the movement of stopping struggling said everything.
Back then, she was weak and dying, trapped in an ice coffin, unable to speak or move, and the humiliation she suffered was vivid in her mind.
She is not Ah Luo, and she cannot imitate her arrogant and wanton behavior. Even if she is verbally provocative, it is gentle and soft, just like the wind in July:
"Your Majesty, the Demon Lord, Your royal husband..."
"Shut up! Don't say it! I don't allow you to say it!" The cruel blood crept up into A'rao's eyes little by little. Her expression was twisted and weird, as if she had been touched by something, and her face suddenly turned pale, as if she wanted to eat someone. !
Yunrong had never been afraid of her madness. The warm and hazy colors among the fallen leaves in the forest could not soften the coolness in her eyes. She spoke in a clear and precise manner: "It's very good."
Arao was so stunned that if he could move, he would have rushed forward and killed someone!
The detoxification method she mentioned was a good one, but how could Yun Rong be willing to let him suffer again with her own hands.
The sharp knife penetrates the flesh, it hurts too much.
A'luo has long been used to hurting him, but as the senior sister who protects his growth and the wife who stays with him day and night, she cannot hurt him, and she is not willing to hurt him.
The face that was turned away was quickly pinched roughly by Bai Lian, pulled back, and kissed again with a hot and intrusive kiss. Yun Rong could not resist the brutal and fierce kiss, and she almost gasped. Out of breath, she was forced to roll into a ball with him on the rough branches.
Underneath her body were the two people's messy and overlapping clothes. Yun Rong raised her snow-white neck high, exuding the luster of jade, just like a reindeer offering its neck to a hunter.
Bailian's consciousness was burning hot, but he suddenly saw the peach petal mark three inches below Yun Rong's shoulder. The light scar was particularly eye-catching in the snow-white color.
The red blood pupils suddenly trembled.
As if she was being pulled back to her consciousness little by little, she looked deeply at the birthmark, and the fangs that bit her under her lips were retracted little by little.
The peach blossoms were blown away by the wind, and half of the flower color melted into the eyes. He was covered with a faint moonlight, rubbing the blood.
A pair of eyes that were red from the fire, for a moment, there was a gentle ripple rippling in them.
His movements were gentler, and his fingers hooked a strand of her hair that was scattered among her clothes.
The lips that retracted their fangs were soft and harmless, and he lowered his head and gently rubbed the light-colored birthmark on her body.
He was like a person immersed in an old dream, looking at the pale traces, and the memories of two lives overlapped in this chaotic and ignorant consciousness.
Yun Rong didn't know why he suddenly became quiet and gentle, instead of venting his desires like crazy, biting, like cannibalism.
The most outrageous behavior was just gently rubbing her smooth and delicate ankle with the instep of his own foot.
Then, he lay on her heart, tilting his head up, his calm and clear voice a little hoarse due to the burning desire.
“Meow…”
Meow?
A Luo and black-robed Yun Rong, who were watching, suddenly froze, their faces so wonderful.
When Yun Rong heard this seemingly nonsensical 'meow', he felt as if he was struck by lightning. He was shocked to the extreme. It felt like a heavy rain fell on his ears, and he became confused.
For a moment, her consciousness seemed to return to that year...
Under the tide, she sat on the side of a rock, basking in the scorching sun, with a white cat at her feet. , the furry little paws gently hooked her ankles, meowing non-stop.
The cat later turned into a handsome young man.
The young man told her that he had nine lives, so he was not afraid of her sword.
Yun Rong was in a trance for a moment, as white clouds and green indigo flashed before his eyes, and a solitary red bird approached the mountain.
At the end of the prosperous age, when the sun is shining, the spring is just right.
Wen Lian's human world is hidden in the mountains and rivers, between the eyebrows and eyes.
That year, Lanzhou urged him to sail across the sea, Jiang connected with Laorong, and ascended to Jiunan.
She and her husband went out together for the first time since they got married, wading through the world of mortals and heading to Penglai Old Island.
There are countless legends and stories about the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi in the world. After all, the Thirteen Swords came from the world of mortals, and the swordsmanship they cultivated is also inevitable.
Most people who cultivate swords in the world regard the sword as their respect and their spirit as their basis.
An outstanding swordsman must have his own sword spirit.
Whenever famous soldiers from all over the world are crowning their outstanding juniors, they will find a powerful demon spirit to ignite the sword inscription and awaken the sword spirit.
As one of the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, how could he succumb to others and have his sword spirit become extinct?
And that year, Yun Rong was the only one among the Thirteen Swordsmen who did not have a sword spirit.
He went to Penglai in order to be ordered by the sect master to hunt monsters and lead sword spirits.
(End of this chapter)