Chapter 370 Jianghu: Demon Cult Witch (58)

At night, the night fell.

Jiaoyang murmured a few words, even though she disliked this incomprehensible woman, she still had to sleep together with her.

Just when she closed her eyes, the surroundings were quiet for a while, and then suddenly there was a sound.

Someone is approaching.

Even though the voice was very subtle, Jiaoyang was still aware of it. She closed her eyes and remained silent.

Until she felt someone hugging her waist, and felt herself falling into the arms of a stranger. He had a unique and faint scent of grass and trees on his body, giving people a sense of security. He looked very much like the man who had trapped her before.

The feeling of holding her hand in my arms and writing strokes on rice paper.

She really liked the man she couldn't get the most. She didn't want the man who was right in front of her at any time, so she wanted to pluck the elusive moon in the sky.

Jiaoyang's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes. He was walking with her in the air: "Uncle Lu" she called softly, just like the call of a milk cat. There was no surprise in her eyes, but instead they were full of dependence.

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She buried her face in his arms, hugged him tightly.

"It's me." Lu Ke responded, feeling her movements, and his voice was filled with tenderness that he didn't realize he had.

The anger in the evening subsided inexplicably, and he touched her head soothingly.

But Jiaoyang suddenly became cold: the voice didn't sound like it.

The man's voice was always cold and inhumane. Although he would call her in a gentle tone, it was more gentle than tender.

Generally speaking, that man always used gentleness to wrap up his cruelty and coldness, while Lu Ke had more of the coldness and tenderness of a knight.

"Where are we going?"

Her voice was calm. She lost her original enthusiasm for this event, which was supposed to be the unexpected result of the blooming of the Iron Tree, which she had intentionally or unintentionally contributed to. She also began to eat it tastelessly, and it became a pity to abandon it.

But she still cooperated. She was not a virtuous girl. As long as she couldn't bear it, why wouldn't she eat the small cakes delivered to her door?

"Arrived soon."

With the wind blowing under his feet, Lu Ke and Jiao Yang stopped in a deserted place. There was a bright moon, stars, wild flowers, and a stream.

He put her down here, pressed her against the old tree by the stream, kissed Jiaoyang's red lips without saying a word, and caressed her whole body with hot palms, and then began to take off her clothes, one piece at a time.

One piece slipped and fell on the lawn.

Jiaoyang hooked her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoes to respond to him.

In the silent night, only the chirping of insects remained in my ears. Against the rough branches behind my back, the gurgling stream washed and flowed continuously on the rocks.

"I will guard you for the rest of my life and will not let anyone touch you." At that time, he leaned close to her ear, his voice was hoarse, and his breath sprayed hotly on her ear.

However, even Jiaoyang didn't expect that before she was completely tired of all this, the man would break his promise.

Lu Ke was poisoned. This was discovered by Jiaoyang after he suddenly became unable to walk the next afternoon when Jiaoyang checked his pulse.

"This is the poison of the Demon Cult." She was a little surprised.

This poison is very complicated, and the process of making the antidote is even more troublesome. She didn't bring an antidote. Moreover, this poison is unique to her brand, and Jiaoyang can't say that she has a way to cure it.

Jiaoyang fell into thinking.

Thinking of the fight between him and Xuan Fuyu a few days ago. Now it seems that this is really the only possibility.

Baiye Liufeng will appear tomorrow~
Chapter completed!