Balian didn't know why she had such terrifying thoughts, so he couldn't help but smile and said: "No, of course it would be better to live and die. Living people can live towards the sun, taste delicious food all over the world, and...
You can watch the sunrise and sunset, but if you die... there will be nothing left."
Ning Feiyan looked at him deeply. She was silent for a long time, and then said: "Although I was born in the devil world and my temperament is definitely not good, but the right path in the world may not always be good people. I have always felt inferior.
The most painful knife in your body is not from your enemy, but from the person who is most trustworthy and close to you and reaches out to you in the name of love."
Balian couldn't understand what she meant by her words for a moment, and looked at her slightly confused.
Ning Feiyan sighed, leaned over and placed a warm kiss on the scar on his heart:
"Looking at it now, the way we are getting along is not bad. Love is not sinful, but it can make a person unable to control himself. If he is trapped in it, he will be no different from the walking dead.
It is really tragic to lose one's life, sacrifice one's dignity, and finally become a wild monster who lives in fear."
Literally, it sounded like she was mocking herself, but upon closer listening, Balian felt that she didn't mean it that way, as if she had some other meanings hidden deep inside.
He knew that there were many secrets that she had always been aware of, and she could even get a glimpse of her own past memories. However, if Ning Feiyan didn't want to tell the secrets, no one could pry them out of her mouth.
Balian didn't even think about finding out what she said. He smiled slightly and said, "This is the way we get along now? What kind of way is that?"
Ning Feiyan lazily raised his eyes and replied without any knowledge or interest: "A dewy couple, their wealth is gone."
Balian looks innocent and good, but there is a lot of dark water in his belly.
He looked at her 'quite unexpectedly' and said in surprise: "I just want to have a few nights of fun with you, Sister Yan'er, but you actually think so deeply that you want to be husband and wife with me?"
Ning Feiyan was choked by his terrible mouth again and felt a little depressed and stuffy.
Not to be outdone, she said: "Then you have to take good care of yourself. If you are hollowed out by me, I will turn around and leave without mercy."
Balian smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not that easy to calculate the accounts between you and me."
Just as Ning Feiyan was about to ask him what he meant, the palm of her hand that was resting on his chest suddenly touched a hard object.
Taking advantage of the skylight, she couldn't help but squint her eyes and take a closer look, only to find that it was a bright red orb, which he had encircled with a plain rope and hung around his neck.
Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows and curled her lips, but stopped talking.
Outside the palace couch, the gauze is half-curled, and the remaining candles shine coldly on it.
As Bai Lian held Ning Feiyan across the partition screen, the faint flame of the candle went out silently.
There is only one pillow on the couch, a delicate porcelain white jade pillow, with a beautiful pattern of clouds and mountains painted on it.
Bailian placed Ning Feiyan inside the bed, and before she could get the pillow, he threw the pillow off the bed, which made Ning Feiyan look dissatisfied.
She said: "You are the first man who dares to go to my bed and the first man who throws my pillow."
Balian supported his cheek with his hands and lay on his side beside her: "The chill in the early spring night is still very strong. Although the jade pillow is good, you won't have to worry about getting a headache if you use too many pillows."
Ning Feiyan said: "If I don't sleep on the pillow, how can I sleep on you?"
Balian smiled and said nothing. The arm that was supporting her face suddenly dropped, and passed through her cool hair and slender neck. He leaned towards her with his whole body and looked at her intently: "Just pillow me.
,so what?"
Ning Feiyan felt that this boy was teasing people quietly again.
She didn't clamor for a pillow, she put her arm around Balian's waist very naturally, and suddenly raised a slender jade arm.
A beautiful silver butterfly condensed on the fingertips, its wings fanned the flames like sparks, and flew into the incense burner to burn itself.
After a while, a faint mist came out with a peaceful fragrance.
Brian asked: "What is that?"
Ning Feiyan carefully played with the other silver butterfly with her fingertips, and smiled with her beautiful lover's eyes: "Are you afraid of poisonous poisons that can harm people?"
Balian took her wrist, smelled it carefully on her fingertips, and said with bright eyes: "Tranquil fragrance?"
Seeing that he didn't show any taboo at all, Ning Feiyan felt a little bored, dropped her fingertips, and yawned:
"This is the requiem butterfly, the death butterfly that guides the deceased to rest in peace. I have caused countless harm to people in my life, and there are always a few hard-biters who will not end well. After death, they still come to trouble me, and they are very difficult to deal with.
So I made this disc to dissolve all the troublesome spirits. Although you are not a dead soul, this incense can calm your soul and allow you to be quiet for a while, so..."
"So?" Balian looked at her with a smile in his eyes.
In the dim light, Ning Feiyan was silent for a moment, then silently stretched out an arm to put on Balian's waist, and said softly: "So, sleep with me for a while."
Balian hummed softly, pulled the quilt over and fell on the two of them, when Ning Feiyan raised his leg and kicked him away: "I'm too hot, so don't cover me with the quilt."
Balian touched the side of her neck, which was covered with hot sweat and her body temperature was very hot. Looking at her thin pointed ears and light golden pupils, he guessed that this was the appearance of the succubus when she was in love, so he
I no longer insist on covering her with quilt.
As soon as his eyes closed, the little hand on his waist became restless again.
Balian's heart was shaken by her wanton and bold action. His cheeks turned red and he said, "Aren't you afraid of the heat now?"
Ning Feiyan smiled narrowly and said, "I'll take care of you so that I can use you better in the future."
Balian saw her smiling like a cunning kitten, and couldn't help but hold her tightly in his arms.
Ning Feiyan didn't really like this little bird's cuddling posture.
She broke away from Balian's arms, hugged Balian tightly with her backhand, and pressed his head tightly into her arms generously.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She chuckled: "Don't turn your back on me, this is my bed."
Her skin was extremely soft, and Balian's cheeks were deeply sunken into it. It felt soft and boneless, tender and soft.
The body temperature with a slight smell of sweat blows into the nostrils, and the steam warms up a touch of daughter's fragrance.
For a moment, it felt like I was immersed in a warm and soft ocean, like a tired bird returning to the forest, like falling into the mother's soft embrace, which was so comfortable that I didn't want to talk.
Bailian didn't have the competitive spirit of Ning Feiyan, so he enjoyed the warm service with peace of mind and fell asleep.
Seeing that he finally calmed down after a night of mischief, a faint smile appeared in Ning Feiyan's eyes.
Her slender fingers gently combed the long hair on his back. She lowered her head and buried her cheek in his hair, smelling the refreshing smell that she liked, and gradually feeling sleepy.
The two of them hugged each other and fell asleep. The sky was bright and clear, and the sound of rain came intermittently in the early morning. Finally, a heavy rain fell heartily.
Heavy rain hit the eaves, and a slender shadow came through the wind and rain.
The afterimage entered the room at such a fast speed that it was even difficult to catch the afterimage, leaving two lines of wet marks on the ground.
The extinguished candle suddenly rekindled, illuminating a dim corner of the room.
The candlelight illuminated the peaceful face of the woman on the bed. Her long eyelashes were slowly opened, and her pale golden eyes calmly glanced outside the tent without making a sound.
Hongzhuang was soaked all over, her eyes were frozen in shock two meters away from the edge of the bed, looking at the two people hugging each other tightly on the bed in disbelief.
The female killer, who was always surrounded by darkness, had trembling eyes. She almost lost her voice and said, "What are you doing?!"
The sudden questioning made Balian, who was sleeping soundly, tremble and wake up.
Ning Feiyan frowned and looked at Hongzhuang with a cold voice: "What are you doing so loudly?"
Bailian, who had rarely had a good sleep, drowsily got out of Ning Feiyan's arms. He rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up straight. His voice was slightly hoarse in the early morning: "Well... don't sleep much.
For a while?”
After being witnessed by her sister such a ridiculous scene, Ning Feiyan not only did not panic in the slightest, but instead lay down on her side slowly and said: "If you go back to sleep, you don't have to read today's book."
Balian yawned and said, "I have read all those books last night. Today, I can sort them out and go to the Demon Lord for a new batch to look at."
As he spoke, he was about to turn over and get out of bed, but as soon as his legs stepped off the edge of the bed, he saw Hong Zhuang standing there not far away like a ghost, full of resentment and coldness.
The giant bone-cutting knife on her waist was firmly placed in her hand. Her eyes were as if they were eating people, and the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.
Bailian twitched his lips, retracted his legs quickly, and quickly pulled the quilt over himself with his scalp numb. He glared at Ning Feiyan hard: "You didn't even say a word to me when someone came!"
Ning Feiyan stretched out lazily, her curves were exquisite, and her snow-white skin was dotted with enchanting red marks.
She put her two smooth calves into the quilt without any care, and coquettishly said: "I'm very cold."
Balian had a dark face, but he still opened the quilt and wrapped her in. The two of them curled up in the same quilt, with only their two little heads exposed. They looked at Hongzhuang with round eyes.
Unfamiliar guy.
Ning Feiyan curled her lips and smiled lazily, half jokingly and half sarcastically: "Xiao Hongzhuang, look, His Majesty the Demon King's man has been seduced into bed by my sister, are you scared?"
Not only was she frightened, Hongzhuang was almost scared to death by her desperate act of seeking death.
But apart from being frightened, she was even more shocked and puzzled. That was Ning Feiyan's bed. When had the second person ever slept soundly?
Not only that, they actually...
Hongzhuang felt that her brain was not enough.
However, it seems that my sister is not forced to do so unwillingly. So, should the knife in her hand be used to chop or not?
Balian hit the little head next to him hard with his head and said angrily: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will throw you out."
Ning Feiyan obviously deliberately pretended to be good to Hongzhuang, and her cheek softly pressed against Bai Lian's face.
Her eyes were half-squinted like a cat, looking evil and charming: "Guardian, don't be angry. Hongzhuang has a very strict mouth. His Majesty the Demon Lord will not know about our affair."
Balian laughed angrily: "You call this an affair?"
Seeing that he was really angry, Ning Feiyan was very measured and stopped making fun of them.
She glanced at Hongzhuang casually, and her attitude was the same as in the past when she ignored her: "I left without permission and came back without permission. I don't remember that I raised such a knife who doesn't know the rules."
One moment he was gentle and gentle, now he is cold and distant.
Hong Zhuang's face froze, and she slowly lowered her head.
Ning Feiyan said again: "Also, who allowed you to draw the sword in my palace without permission?"
In the past, Hongzhuang would have taken the knife back long ago.
But this time it was different. Her shoulders were trembling slightly, and the knife in her hand was trembling, but she did not withdraw the knife.
She slowly raised her head and took off the mask on her face with one hand. The half of her completely ruined face looked like an evil ghost, which was inevitably shocking to look at.
Hongzhuang's eyes were slightly red and her voice was trembling: "I went back home a few days ago."
Ning Feiyan nodded and said: "You followed me into the Demon Capital City. You haven't been home for two thousand years. It would be good to go back and take a look now."
Hongzhuang stared at her: "Sister, you have been fighting in the Demon City for two thousand years, fighting against the sky and fate, but have you ever thought about going home?"
Ning Feiyan chuckled and said: "Why are you going back there so well? What? Could it be that something good has happened? Auntie is going to give us a younger sister?"
"Ning Feiyan!" This was the first time Hongzhuang spoke to her so loudly.
In the flowing candlelight, her eyelashes suddenly became moist, and her body was shaking extremely violently. However, no tears fell from her dry red eyes. I wonder if she cried all her tears on the way back.
She said in a hoarse voice: "Dad is gone..."
Outside the window, thunder suddenly sounded, the sky was split, and the heavy clouds seemed to be burning in the thunder.
Balian could feel the hot body temperature of the other body under the quilt slowly calming down.
Ning Feiyan lay quietly on the soft quilt without saying a word, her expression was very calm, but her pale golden eyes were deep and burning, as if there was a calamity fire burning in them.
She seemed to be waiting patiently for Hong Zhuang to finish speaking, but after waiting for a long time, Hong Zhuang did not continue to speak.
Ning Feiyan: "What then?" As soon as the three words fell, it was like a breeze sweeping away, leaving no waves or waves.
Hongzhuang finally couldn't help it and tears burst into her eyes.
Ning Feiyan chuckled softly: "Why are you crying? What's there to cry about? His old man has lived for at least thirty thousand years. Even though the succubus is much older than humans, a 30,000-year-old succubus is still alive.
It's not really a prime year.
Coupled with his poor cultivation and the injuries he suffered in his early years, it is not unusual for him to have reached his end."
Hongzhuang wiped the tears on her face with her sleeves, but there was no trace of blood on her face. She shook her head and said, "Dad, he didn't die at the end of his life. He was eaten alive, and he didn't even leave a body.
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