Just now, I was so focused on dealing with the female corpse that I couldn't even notice it.
Now, Fang Geyu's body exerted all its strength and pressed him up. His heart was as hot as fire. The physical changes happened so fast that people were caught off guard.
Like the violent storm of the night sea, like the rising clouds.
How could this be so?!
Balian felt dizzy for a moment.
Entering the inner world into a battle between heaven and man.
He was extremely confused.
The female corpse sneered sarcastically: "I don't know where you learned the dirty tricks to deal with me, but no matter how nice your words are, you can't deceive your body. If you use the sound of drums to stimulate desire, you will let it go.
Everything is gone."
Because only desire can best understand the evil thoughts of the human heart.
If you try to lure it, if you try to stimulate it, it will spread into disaster and become out of control!
But tonight, only without thoughts and intentions can we survive this calamity.
It is enough to make all things in the world full of emotions produce eerie drum sounds, which have already taken root in the hearts of those who listen to the drums.
Once you have an idea in your mind, it will be easily absorbed and nourished, take root and sprout, and then grow into a tree in an extremely exaggerated way.
She spoke every word, not knowing whether she was mocking him or herself: "Are you attached to her dependence and closeness to you? Are you yearning for others to need you?"
The hoarse voice of the female corpse seemed to be full of ultimate inducement and bewitchment: "It feels hopeless to be abandoned by others and not have expectations from the people who are important to you? You want to be taken seriously, and you want to throw away the pain that cannot be carried for a lifetime? So why not
Indulge yourself for a while?”
There was finally a hint of anger in Balian's gentle brows: "You... shut up! Um..." His voice suddenly started to gasp.
Their skin-to-skin bodies were separated by her at some unknown moment.
Fang Geyu put one hand on his waist, tilted his cheek, looked at the tooth mark in the center of his throat with a pair of confused eyes, and let out a silly laugh.
Balian didn't have time to think, and a hand raised her strength from nowhere to hold her shoulder.
He gritted his teeth and looked down in disbelief.
Fang Geyu knelt on his body, her hips and waist showed a curved and beautiful curve, her snow-white neck was slightly dyed with a touching twilight color, and the small cinnabar mole between her earlobes was also very red.
The bride was dressed in a red wedding dress, and the groom's dress was undressed from left to right at some unknown time.
I saw that soft and slender finger gently making circles on the skin like a ghost.
Bailian's eye circles suddenly turned red, his brain exploded, goosebumps arose all over his body, and too many emotions flashed through his eyes.
There is shame, embarrassment, and embarrassment, but mostly shock.
Even though his soul was being charged, he really couldn't imagine that that arrogant young lady would do such an unspeakable thing.
She is not a wine drinker.
"Fang...Fang Geyu..." He tried to wake her up, but found that his voice was hoarse, as if covered with a layer of hot smoke, which was a different kind of thirst than ischemia.
The sound startled him.
He was so confused that for a moment, he really didn't know what else to say.
Stern condemnation?
Begging to be let go?
His thoughts were extremely chaotic for a moment. Apart from the desire that was growing crazily like weeds, what made Balian gradually fall into unknown uneasiness was an emotion he had never experienced before, budding and occupying his cold heart.
What's this?
How could this be?
It was clear that when he was in the ancient coffin, he was plotted by Mi Xiang and was lost for a time, but at the last moment he knew how to pull back from the brink and keep his innocence.
If it weren't for the drunkard and the drunkard who forced himself to bow, he could have avoided that night of absurdity.
But why tonight, how could an ignorant young lady force him into such a helpless and embarrassing situation?
As if responding to Bai Lian's call, Fang Geyu raised his innocent and charming little face.
Compared to the girl's slightly voluptuous baby face when we first met Kongcangshan, now it has a sharper and sharper beauty.
She couldn't see the face of the person in front of her clearly, but she knew clearly who he was.
She banged her head against his chest, and placed the fingers of her free left hand heavily on his heart.
Her speech was slurred and her voice was muffled, like a child playing rogue: "Tell me! Who is raising the little corpse demon?!"
How could Balian follow her lead and act recklessly? The eldest lady was asking questions and bullying people at the same time.
She has always been smart, learns extremely quickly, and has extraordinary talents and abilities that are self-taught.
A terrible numbness rushed all the way to his scalp, and his voice became hoarse: "Fang Geyu... don't do this!"
Unable to wait for an answer, Fang Geyu seemed a little dissatisfied. He tapped his heart with a finger and pressed harder, saying in a complaining tone: "Little Corpse Demon, you are too courageous!"
She raised her delicate crimson cheeks from his chest, her pretty face was rosy, but her eyes were fierce and fierce: "Bad guy, tell me which kind-hearted owner is raising the little corpse demon."
He actually became unwilling to give up.
The eldest lady had a fierce expression on her face and her words of questioning were sonorous and powerful.
Only the word "bad guy" exudes a soft and charming tone from the inside out.
Unfortunately, her attitude was unforgiving, giving people a sense of despair that she was about to drown.
Mixing up that claim again, Bailian unconsciously let out a sob on the verge of destruction, and felt a bit frightened and uneasy.
His mind was buzzing, and Balian pressed his head hard against the bed beam behind him. His blood-stained pupils dilated, and his black eyes were full of confusion and chaos.
Fang Geyu lazily raised her dreamy eyes, slowly propped herself up, and touched the tooth mark between his neck with her other slender, jade-like fingertips. The fingertips were warm and slightly moist, and she used an irritating
He said in a regretful tone: "You are so useless."
Balian, who had not yet recovered from the blow, was hit extremely hard again. He glared at her without any deterrent, but could not say a word.
He felt aggrieved, angry, and extremely puzzled.
Fang Geyu wiped his palms on his wedding clothes: "Little Corpse Demon, is it fun?"
Bai Lian was extremely embarrassed and angry: "Fang! Ge! Yu! Please wake up, please!"
How can he maintain a normal attitude and face her in the future?
This little bitch, if she sets off a demonic barrier, it will really kill people!
At this moment, Fang Geyu was like an exquisite fake shell, his words, deeds and even emotions were perfectly controlled by the sound of drums.
Balian's mood was complicated.
Fang Geyu seemed to be a noble and proud canary in an exquisite birdcage, but he knew exactly what kind of stubbornness and persistence was hidden in that lush and delicious coat.
He didn't believe that she could be defeated so easily by the mind-obsessed illusion to this extent.
Bai Lian vaguely felt that Fang Geyu's current unusual state seemed to be not only affected by the sound of human skin drums.
At this time, the female corpse sneered and her eyes mocked: "Yun Shulang, when did you become so helpless?"
There was a bang in Bailian's head, and his face was on fire.
Only then did I remember that there were other people who heard about the embarrassing and ridiculous things just now.
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