Fingertips flicked, youth flowed by, and in the blink of an eye it was the last day to leave the blood-colored space. It was still the dark red island, covered with a transparent blood-colored light shield.
On the small island within the light barrier, two naked and white figures were entangled together, moving up and down, making the most primitive and instinctive movements, and the sound of gasping could be heard, floating in the boundless sea of blood.
Suddenly, the two bodies on the dark red island trembled at the same time, and the speed of sex suddenly accelerated. The violent collision between the bodies played a beautiful piece of music, but the monsters around them didn't appreciate it.
He stood up, waved his hand and waved a stream of water, washing his body and the gradually shrinking ferocious figure. Wang Luo glanced at Qi Lu, smiled at him, and then put on a simple animal skin shirt without any nostalgia.
The animal skin full of toughness was not inappropriate at all when it was worn on Wang Luo, who had fair skin, was as gentle as jade, and was as gentle as a noble prince. On the contrary, it added a domineering and tough aura to the gentle Wang Luo.
With his black hair flying in the wind and a smile on his lips, Wang Luo looked into the distance indifferently. I don't know if it was the influence of Shou Beier, Zach, Ge Sai and others. Wang Luo found that he also liked this kind of pretense.
The indifference of color.
Qi Lu, who was still lying on the dark red island with one arm on the ground, looked at the person standing indifferently, and the part that had just been weak stood up again, trembling in the air.
Lowering his head, Qi Lu's big hand climbed up to his chest, soaked in the sprayed-out milky white essence, and slowly rubbed it down until he came to a very rich white viscous liquid.
The index finger gently clicked on it, then raised it high, pulling up a crystalline silk thread. Silently, the silk thread quietly broke, half of it fell back to the original place, and the other half hung on the fingertip, swaying in the wind.
Seeing Wang Luo, who was still indifferent, Qi Lu put a strange smile on his lips, moved his index finger gently, came to the red lips, and slowly fell, and the strands of crystal fell into the open mouth.
Staring at Wang Luo playfully, Qi Lu gently sucked Jingying, then moved his fingers down, and finally filled it completely into his mouth, his red lips pursed, Qi Lu seemed to be licking the delicious food in the world, and his sucking sound echoed in the air.
On a lonely island.
Wang Luo naturally knew everything that was happening around him, but for Wang Luo who had just vented his anger, even if there were a group of men next to him, he still wouldn't be interested at all.
Wang Luo is a person who has experienced the ultimate temptation of love. Although he did not come out completely by relying on his own concentration in the end, his concentration is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people.
For Qilu, the relationship between the two was a kind of sexual relationship to vent each other, without any emotion. Moreover, because of Bell's words, Wang Luo was still a little wary of Qilu. Therefore, Qilu's seductive performance was destined to be...
The drama ends in failure.
"boring!"
He glared hard at Wang Luo, who was unmoved. Qi Lu let out a cry, and the blood all over his body flashed away. Qi Lu, with fluttering white clothes and an indifferent face, appeared and quietly looked at what Wang Luo was looking at.
direction.
A small dot moved rapidly on the sea of blood. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a blurry blood-colored figure. In another blink of an eye, a man wearing blood-colored clothes with a handsome appearance, but a slightly gloomy look hung between his eyebrows.
The child then appeared in front of the island.
"What a speed!"
In the blink of an eye, the person in front of him came to the island from a distance. The calm expression on Wang Luo's face did not change at all, but he couldn't help being surprised in his heart.
The confusing smell came from the tip of his nose. Lu Ji's expression remained unchanged, and he stood quietly on the sea of blood, nodding to Wang Luo and others, waiting for the opening of the bloody space.
"Hello, my name is Wang Luo, what's yours?"
Looking at the fully clothed person in front of him, Wang Luo felt a trace of surprise in his eyes, and wanted to ask, but he suddenly realized that he still didn't know the name of the handsome person with a slightly gloomy aura in front of him.
"Lu Ji, the head of the Xue family in the arena of life and death!"
A strange look flashed in his eyes, and Lu Ji answered. Then he remembered that he secretly investigated Wang Luo and naturally knew a lot about Wang Luo, but Wang Luo still knew nothing about him.
"The Arena of Life and Death?! Haha, I am also a frequent visitor there!"
A look of astonishment flashed across his face, and Wang Luo said cheerfully. Recalling the battle in the arena of life and death, and then thinking about the five years of life in the sea of blood, Wang Luo suddenly felt that the arena of life and death was completely childish.
With a faint nod, Lu Ji stopped talking and thought about his own affairs. Qi Lu beside him had a faint smile on his face from beginning to end and remained silent, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
The atmosphere of silence spread. Wang Luo looked around speechlessly, then shrugged indifferently, and sat cross-legged on the dark red island to start practicing. He had nothing to say to the two of them.
Time passed slowly in silence, and the bloody sun, pulled by an unknown force, slowly drew a perfect arc from the east, gradually shifted to the south, and then continued to move to the west.
"Soon!"
The two soft words came out of Qi Lu's mouth. Wang Luo and Lu Ji, who were practicing respectively, immediately opened their eyes and looked at Qi Lu at the same time. Following Qi Lu's gaze, they looked up to the bloody sky above their heads.
"Master Qilu, is the place we teleported out the same as the place we came in?"
Sensing the strangeness of the elements of heaven and earth, Lu Ji looked at the white figure on the lonely island and asked respectfully, with an unknown tremor in his voice.
From the first moment he saw the person in front of him and heard Wang Luo shouting Qilu's name, Lu Ji guessed Qilu's identity, but he couldn't believe his guess at all and suppressed everything in his heart.
Qi Lu, to everyone on the Tianxuan Continent, is a god-like figure. Almost everything he did has been passed down through the ages, and it had an incredible impact on the Tianxuan Continent.
It can be said that the entire Tianxuan Continent has changed because of the arrival of Qilu, and has made great strides since the emergence of Qilu. It has directly surpassed those stages of fumbling and developed at a high speed.
But looking at the entanglement between Qi Lu and Wang Luo, Lu Ji felt as if the faith in his heart collapsed instantly. Everything was so subversive that he couldn't believe everything he saw.
Five years passed, and Lu Ji's state of mind broke through and reached a higher level, but he still couldn't completely erase the incident about Qilu from his heart. After all, it was a god who had existed in his mind since he was a child.
The minds of the strong men in the Sanctuary are still very strong. Although they cannot erase Qi Lu's influence, the five years of buffering has made Lu Ji take the matter lightly. At least when facing Qi Lu, Lu Ji can keep his face calm.