Chapter 1177 Who can distinguish between gods and demons (52)
"I don't, you can't really squeeze me to death."
Zhou Ye also kept saying that he was going to be killed, but in the end, he still lived well until now?
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingsang suddenly stretched out a hand and pinched Aowu's slender neck. His fingers contracted with great force, and Aowu's fair face suddenly turned red.
"You're so pinching!"
Qingsang looked at him coldly, her fingers gradually tightening.
Aowu was extremely uncomfortable, her face was red and her neck was thick, but even so, her back was still hanging firmly in front of Qingsang, blocking all the falling raindrops for her.
"Are you really not going out?"
"No...don't go out!"
From the beginning to the end, Aowu's eyes never moved away from Qingsang's face. Although Xiaolong, who is thousands of years old, is an adult, his face is full of childishness. There is no impurity in the narrow and bright eyes, which are clean. It's like the blue sky after a heavy rain.
Qingsang's face was tense, and then she suddenly exerted force on her arms, pinched Aowu's neck and pushed his head in front of her, and then kissed him on her back.
The ice on the mouth is cool, soft and light, like a soft petal sliding from the corner of the mouth.
Aowu's eyes widened, his back stiffened, and his hands pressed against the wall slowly clenched into fists.
"Why aren't you panting?"
Qingsang lifted his head back up.
After wailing, he breathed a sigh of relief, blinked his eyes rapidly, and his whole body froze in place. He looked like a poor guy who was bullied.
Qingsang looked at his face and felt funny.
"Go quickly."
Aowu was dumbfounded. He raised his hand and touched his lips. He watched Qingsang's two lips opening and closing up and down. He subconsciously made a swallowing motion, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down on his slender neck.
"You...kiss me again."
Qingsang's face was expressionless, but there was a little smile in his eyes.
She pinched Aowu's neck and brought it to her, biting his lips. Is this a kiss?
Ouch, my mouth hurts, and this question flashed through my mind.
The Dragon Clan shouldn't have this way of saying hello, right?
Right? This is a kiss, right?
After letting go, Qingsang planned to carry him over, but Aowu leaned down, her slender back pressed tightly in front of Qingsang, and her red lips that were bitten to the point of bleeding gently pressed on Qingsang's forehead. .
He didn't dare kiss her on the mouth.
A kiss on the forehead was enough to summon up the courage.
"When I come back, please promise me something, okay?"
Aowu lowered his head and asked. At some point, Xiaolong's voice, which used to be immature, suddenly became a deep and hoarse voice.
Qingsang looked into his eyes.
"Okay."
The little silver dragon is pretty, has a soft temper, is easy to bully and has a good touch.
Qingsang watched him pull out the dragon scales from the back of his neck, and blood flowed all over his neck. Aowu just frowned, then wiped the blood off the scales and tied it with a rope. The circle was hung in front of Qingsang.
The next second, a silver-white aura mask appeared in front of him.
Just enough to protect the whole green mulberry inside.
The rainwater slid down from above, not even splashing on the green mulberry trees.
Seeing this, Aowu smiled contentedly.
"I'm leaving. If I find Zhou Ye, I'll bring her back."
Qingsang sat inside, looked at him deeply, and then watched a silver dragon fly past in front of him.
"Boom!"
The rain fell in the cave, and the sound was extremely clear.
Qingsang leaned his back against the wall, looking at the silver spiritual energy shield in front of him, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.
(End of chapter)