Chapter 160: This little corpse demon is so powerful
Wen Hanwei subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to cover her cheek, but found that her little fisted hand was tightly clasped in the palm of Balian's cold palm.
He was very obedient and did not spread the blood everywhere. He carefully rolled the blood that overflowed from his lips into his lips with the tip of his tongue.
But it was inevitable to touch the skin of her neck again.
It was clear that the blood energy in her body was still very low, but Wen Hanwei felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she couldn't even hold her fists.
It feels...so strange.
The hand pressing on the back of her neck seemed to feel her body gradually becoming limp and unable to stand firm.
In order to make it easier to eat "breakfast", the hand cleverly slid along the back, and finally firmly supported her slender waist, and held her in his arms somewhat forcefully.
Their chests were tightly attached to each other, and Afutu, whose ears were drooping, was squeezed into the rolling hills, motionless.
The rabbit's face was expressionless, and its three-petal mouth moved rapidly, as if it was hopeless.
Wen Hanwei suddenly felt her hard-to-clench fist being opened by his cold, slender fingers.
There seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on her palms.
The amber eyes were like a layer of moisture covering them in the humid morning.
It's really strange. It was obviously not like this when I fed him blood last night.
I don't know how much time passed, but the chest next to his cold body began to rise and fall restlessly and anxiously. She bit her lip, and was on the verge of being unable to bear it any longer.
The cold lips and fangs finally left her skin, leaving two bright red spots like cinnabar marks between the snow-like skin.
After eating, his stomach was no longer empty and weak, and Balian's confused consciousness began to regain clarity.
He raised his head from her neck with a look of astonishment on his face.
The scarlet pupils had long since faded and turned into clear black, his eyes were confused, and the corners of his lips still had a hint of eye-catching residual red.
The mellow and fragrant sweetness on the tip of his tongue, as well as the two red marks on the snow-white skin, silently told him what he had just done.
If he were still a normal human being, Bali Ding would be so shocked that he would break out in a cold sweat.
In the morning breeze, among the branches and leaves, a branch of wild flower as white as snow stretched out. Under the morning dew, it was still closed and opened into flower bones, trembling against the cold wind, releasing a cool fragrance.
Wen Hanwei's disordered breathing lingered in his ears.
One hand was weakly supporting his shoulder, while the other hand remained pressed against the tree with his fingers intertwined.
Her fingers were long and slender, and the skin on her fingertips was extremely white. I don't know whether it was due to heavy breathing or something else, but her fingernails were slightly red.
What's even worse is that I was too focused on eating and sucking blood just now, and later I realized that the blood-stained white clothes on Wen Hanwei's body were now ambiguously messy.
The clothes on half of the shoulders were pulled down a few inches at some point, revealing a delicate and small collarbone, which almost dazzled the eyes.
"Sister Wen, I..." Balian suddenly had the urge to hit a tree.
He was clearly the one who said that all you need to do is use one finger to remove the neck.
It was almost as if someone had come to her door on his own initiative, and he had to show her the face of a gentleman who wanted to welcome her but refused.
In the end, he shamelessly took the initiative to bite his neck and enjoyed it more than anyone else. This is not too mean and frivolous.
Forget about biting and biting, how to explain the current situation of being a frivolous and frivolous person.
Wen Hanwei took her hand out of his palm, waved her hand towards him, then took back her fallen clothes and covered her collar.
Her face was flushed, and her voice was tight when she spoke: "No, no, this corpse poison is so powerful, I can't stand it."
There was sweat on her forehead, and the cold wind in the secluded forest and valley in the early morning could not quench the heat.
His eyes were cold and cold, and a thin layer of peach blossom appeared around the ends of his eyes.
Wen Hanwei's eyes were a little troubled, her white fingers were holding her collar, and she couldn't help scratching the wound with her nails. Her voice was a bit depressed and confused: "It burns me, I feel like there are small bugs crawling around in the wound.
It’s so hot, the wound is so itchy, and that strange feeling goes straight into my heart, why is this happening?”
Balian watched as the woman in his arms slowly raised her eyes, which were dizzy with moisture. Her clear eyes were not deliberately seductive, but they were a little burning.
The originally cold voice now only had a soft and soft smell, drifting into Balian's ears with the wind.
His heart skipped a beat, and he frowned as he opened her fingers that were scratching the wound, lowered his head to check the injury, and his tone couldn't help but carry a heavy sense of self-blame.
"Is corpse poison so powerful? Even your immortal body, Sister Wen, can't bear it. Does Taixuan Sect have a way to get rid of corpse poison?"
Just looking carefully, the two small wounds were bright red, and there was no black or green color.
This meant that the corpse poison between his fangs had been purified by the blood in her body the moment he bit her skin.
strangeness……
Balian couldn't help but be a little confused.
Wen Hanwei pushed him away gently, as if distressed or contemplating, she put her fingers to her lips, bit her nails, and thought about it.
She finally came to a conclusion, raised her eyes and looked at Balian and said seriously: "I think I am sick and have a fever."
"Ah?" Balian was a little stunned: "Do immortals also get sick and have fever?"
Wen Hanwei continued to bite her nails, frowning and analyzing: "The evil atmosphere in Chaos Valley is too strong, and he suffered serious injuries at the hands of the corpse demon. It is not surprising that the disease took advantage of him."
She sighed, her eyes becoming clearer and firmer: "It seems that my cultivation is too shallow. With such a weak and ineffective body, no wonder I can't compare with my senior brothers and sisters, and can only be ranked in the Ninth Sutra."
"Is...is that so?" Balian always felt that something was not quite right.
"Yes." Wen Hanwei nodded seriously.
She said with some reluctance: "I thought that by practicing in seclusion for more than two hundred years, I could get closer to my brothers and sisters. It can be seen that I have lost the battle today. I am still too weak."
Balian also fell into a brief thought, and then encouraged her and said: "That corpse demon named Sikong, his power cannot be measured by normal standards. I think he should be stronger than all the Taixuan Nine Classics combined.
He is powerful, it is not a shame for you to lose to him, Sister Wen is already very powerful."
Wen Hanwei's frown was still unresolved, she hummed absentmindedly, and then asked: "Are you full?"
I originally wanted to ask if I would like more if I am not full.
But when I thought about his powerful fangs, I decided not to do it.
The helpless look just now was really unlike my usual self.
Balian couldn't react to the sudden change of topic. He was startled, then coughed twice and nodded shyly. If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk search and reading
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