Balian was hurriedly wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes when a cold feeling suddenly hit her waist, and a warm palm covered her.
Her fingers touched the mark of the word lightly, her movements were extremely gentle, and Yun Rong whispered: "It must have been very painful at that time, right?"
Her fingers didn't have any teasing intentions, but the place she touched seemed to be on fire.
Baili An'an never thought that she was actually worried about him at this moment.
Yun Rong raised her hazy eyes, which were filled with moisture, and her clean pupils seemed to have been washed by water: "She was so cruel and hurt you like this. How could you bear it at that time?"
The junior brother she was reluctant to touch in her previous life fell into the hands of that rebellious disciple and was treated so badly and humiliated by her.
How did you manage to get rid of that evil obstacle!
Balian stared blankly into her eyes, unable to understand the pity and sadness in her eyes for a while.
The mist in her eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and maybe she was feeling very distressed. She actually leaned down, blew a gentle breath of hot air towards the spot, and said softly: "The mark is still red, do you still feel pain?"
Balian couldn't help but shrink his waist.
"No...it doesn't hurt anymore, Yun...Miss Yunrong, don't be like this, it's scary."
This fatal posture is really dangerous.
After belatedly, Yun Rong also realized how shameful her behavior was now, and she threw her anger on Ah Luo as if she was angry:
"I thought that what I did today was a little too much, but now it seems that it is really not too much at all! Do you think that if you tell me this, I will throw down my sleeves and leave in anger?"
She raised her eyebrows angrily, hugged Bai Lian and rolled over. Their sweaty bodies were stained with a few strands of fallen flowers between their clothes.
Balian was pushed down by her without any defense.
His eyes widened and he took a long breath.
Yun Rong had sweat on his forehead, and there was a hint of pain in his eyes.
It was almost an instinct engraved into his soul. Seeing this, Balian subconsciously raised his hand and intertwined the fingers of her right hand.
Yun Rong looked at Ah Rao, who was also jealous, with red eyes, and her words were filled with a hint of weakness and weakness: "You shouldn't treat him like this."
Her lips opened and closed silently, and the next sentence she spoke was lip language, which was not seen by Balian.
'He is the person who treats you best in the world, and you have no right to hurt him.'
A'luo smiled sadly and responded with his spiritual consciousness: "It's just a name that makes you feel so distressed. Then if you knew that during those years when you were in coma, when he was a prisoner, what was he doing to me?"
Don’t you feel heartbroken to death for all the suffering you have suffered at your hands?”
Bailian suddenly felt Yun Rong's body tighten suddenly due to anger.
He took another breath and noticed the silent communication between the two. He quickly raised his head and looked at Yun Rong: "What are you talking to her? Is there anything I can't listen to?"
Yun Rong gently touched his forehead with her fingers, pressed him back down again, lowered her eyes and said, "If you don't pay more attention now, what else do you want to hear?"
There was no emotion on her face, but Balian noticed that the clenched hands beside her were trembling slightly.
He frowned secretly and glanced at A'rao calmly, already guessing that the Demon Lord must have said some bullying words in private.
During these days in the demon world, Bai Lian had a deep understanding of A'luo's false and sinister mouth, and she could always give people the most fatal blow.
Even though he was locked in a cage, he was still so arrogant and domineering, and even deliberately brought up the matter of stamping to make people angry.
It seems that the lesson given to her that day was a little light.
Bai Lian's thoughts were racing. He held Yun Rong's clenched fist and whispered: "If you don't want to say it, then I won't ask. I will listen to you and be more serious."
He could feel her nervousness, but he could also feel that she did not reject his approach.
No matter how much a woman puts her body aside, the body's instinct is never able to do so.
Yun Rong was covering her face and clasping her clothes tightly with her fingers. Maybe she didn't realize that she was quietly responding to everything he said.
Balian didn't know what this weird feeling was about, but he could tell that Yun Rong was hiding something from him.
He looked at her critically, and Yun Rong was like a domesticated kitten, lying softly on his shoulder.
It makes people feel like "she is so good".
The feeling was getting weirder and weirder. With that curiosity, Bai Lian tentatively bit her bright white and tender ear beads, and said in a soft voice that made it easier for people to let go of their defenses: "Miss Yunrong, you just said
What was said? I didn't hear it clearly."
Yun Rong hummed twice, gritting his teeth and covering his mouth to refuse to speak, but he did not avoid his intimate act of kissing his ears.
Balian acted mischievously and deliberately pulled away the hand covering her mouth, picked up a peach blossom and rubbed it against the tip of her nose like a cat.
Yun Rong's face was so amused by him that her face turned crimson, and the watery color was hidden in her water-cut autumn eyes. She bit her lip in a unique and coquettish way, and she actually became slightly angry: "I didn't expect you to be such a bad person."
Balian was about to continue teasing, but his expression suddenly changed, and he held his waist in pain.
He suddenly realized what had happened, pointed his angry eyes at A'rao, and gritted his teeth and said, "What did you do to me?"
A'luo seemed to have expected it. He covered his mouth in surprise and chuckled, "Did you realize it just now?"
Yun Rong asked: "What's wrong?"
A'luo slowly took out a white jade cigarette stick in his hand, and said with a chuckle: "Master Yunrong knows that A'luo is just my nickname. For a demon, what does the real name mean?
significance?
Since I want to put a seal on him, of course it’s not just a nickname. Of course I have to engrave my real name.
The Demon Lord's true name is just like dropping his own flag on his own territory and property. If the breath of others crosses the line and touches it too much, my name will naturally reverberate and you will suffer."
As she said that, she made a big circle with her hand and looked extremely provocative: "Little Sichen, if you obediently choose me to detoxify you, you won't have to suffer this pain. How about it? Isn't this unpleasant?"
Yun Rong didn't expect that she could do something so crazy. She was so angry that she was shaking all over, and she groped and examined him carefully with her palms.
As expected, there was a small demonic character printed on a very inconspicuous place.
The characters are extremely ancient and can only be learned by demons at the king level. Yun Rong cannot recognize the characters for the time being, so naturally there is no way to restrain them.
Ah Luo's paranoid possessiveness really reached an extremely perverted level.
She knew exactly that she couldn't bear to let him suffer.
Is it really necessary to unlock the cage and let her out?!
Just thinking about it, an extremely unwilling resentment suddenly filled my heart.
Yun Rong silently let go, picked up his clothes, and summoned the snow-washing sword. His face was as dark as water, but he planned to let Ah Rao out.
A'luo's eyes brightened and he looked at Balian like a wolf.
Balian was really frightened by the little look in the Demon Lord's eyes. He was startled and quickly pressed Yun Rong's hand: "What are you doing?"
Yun Rong's voice was muffled: "Let her out and I'll detoxify you." Then she hid in the small forest at the back and cried secretly, hoping that A'luo, that bitch, wouldn't let that bitch see her crying.
Seeing her unwillingness, Balian couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not that exaggerated, it won't hurt so much."
Yun Rong felt aggrieved, but there was nothing strange about her face: "But you stopped just now. It was obviously... when you were very comfortable."
Balian's eyes widened slightly, and for some reason, he felt a little happy. He asked in a low voice: "Miss Yunrong, do you feel comfortable?"
Yun Rong's ears felt hot, but she didn't hide it. She forced herself to calmly say: "Cultivation of your mind as you like, comfort is comfort, so why should I hide it."
Balian coughed slightly and his ears turned red.
A'luo, who was about to be released by Yun Rong, saw this scene and instantly wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Yun Rong slowly turned his face to the side, his lips slowly pursed into a thin line, as if he wanted to smile.
Bai Lian knew that she cared about A'luo very much. Although she didn't know what happened between the two of them, that bastard A'luo was indeed too lawless.
Although Yun Rong said that this matter was only for detoxification and he did not need to be responsible.
But after all, she completely belonged to him.
How could his people allow the devil to bully him like this?
After all, it's time to help her vent her anger.
For a moment, Bailian didn't bother to think about Yun Rong, the sword idiot, and Tian Xi's fourth sword. Although he had no memory of the first time he was fooling around, there was always a deep echo in his memory.
It's not just because of the physical relationship, it's more of a response that seems to have been predetermined.
She would not have given him this strange feeling even when she was on Kongcang Mountain.
When did it start? It is obvious that a friend whom we met by chance is also a swordsman who cannot fall into the world of mortals.
But he somehow found a familiar sense of intimacy in her.
Balian gently held her right hand. Just as he thought, he only needed to take a little initiative, and she would instinctively move towards him and hold his hand.
"Miss Yun Rong, don't worry. Her little trick is tolerable, but it's better to say that this little pain is actually very entertaining."
"Your Majesty the Demon Lord wants to prove her existence all the time, but the more we avoid it, the more proud she becomes. Why should we care about her existence? Instead of thinking about it, we should be more careful. After all, Miss Yunrong, your
This body is really good."
Hearing these straightforward and serious words, Yun Rong's heart almost melted. She hummed, hugged his neck tightly with her backhand, and responded timidly, blushing and touching his ear with her lips:
"I like you……"
The words were delicate for a moment, and then he exhaled faintly and said: "The body."
Black-robed Yunrong was about to collapse. Could her inner demon be so dissolute? She couldn't walk after sleeping with a man. She could really say any shameful thing.
She was so angry that the spiritual platform almost collapsed!
She was puzzled to understand what kind of evil influence her dignified Tianxi's fourth sword had, so that she, who had never been close to men, could have such an unseemly inner demon.
Yes! Yes!
She had just heard the inner demon call her junior brother.
Could it be possible that... after practicing Taoism for many years, he secretly coveted his junior disciple in the sect without knowing it?
When the demon in his heart collapsed emotionally, did he regard the little corpse demon as a substitute for someone in his heart?
For the first time in his life, the black-robed Yunrong felt deeply doubtful about his Taoist heart. He secretly wondered if he had become stupid while practicing swordsmanship, so that he had no such dirty thoughts about whom he had such dirty thoughts after so many years.
Noticed!
It's scary. I need to do a good search when I go back this time to see which junior brother in the sect looks similar to that little corpse demon. I need to deal with it quickly!
Her thoughts are really hidden deep enough!
The black-robed Yun Rong thrillingly deduced the terrifying ‘truth’!
Suddenly, she felt a sense of shame that she was not ashamed of facing Tian Xi.
Which unlucky junior brother was she actually attracted to?!
I saw that insignificant thing humming in a low voice: "Hand."
At that time, the wind blew and the flowers fell, and a peach petal fell on her blushing cheek.
Balian picked off the peach blossom and without hesitation, placed his palm on her right hand, enjoying the feeling of intertwining her fingers.
A blur of mist quickly appeared in Yun Rong's eyes, and the hot palm temperature could almost burn her skin. She bit her lip and asked boldly: "How do you feel?"
Balian gently rubbed her little hand and said sincerely, "It's very soft."
Yun Rong's eyes were filled with shame, and she wanted to open her mouth to ask again, but Balian leaned over and took a bite between her cheeks.
After she regained her composure, she looked at him with resentful eyes.
Balian smiled lowly, as if he knew what she was going to ask: "I like it very much."
Yun Rong couldn't stop feeling joyful, but she didn't dare to show it. She had to pretend to be a comparison among women and asked half-truthfully: "Am I the softer one or the Demon Lord?"
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The corners of Balian's lips curled up, and she deliberately didn't answer.
Out of the corner of his eye, he also saw Ah Luo's anxious and longing gaze.
Seeing that he was silent, Yun Rong endured the grievance in his heart and said, "Why don't you speak?"
Balian never knew that the sword-crazy Yunrong had such a cute and innocent side, so he couldn't help but lean forward and lower his head, taking away her breath.
Yun Rong whimpered, her body's instinct not even allowing her to resist subconsciously.
The two kissed inseparably.
A person who demands excessively will get it as a matter of course; a person who devotes his body and mind will get it as a matter of course.
Although he didn't answer, such a reaction was enough to explain who he liked more.
A'luo looked at this heart-wrenching scene. He really tried to sharpen the pain wherever he felt, with countless knives caught in the violent storm.
She was so sad that even the name that fell on him became a little fun for the two of them.
It was clear that that night in the thorn forest, when she asked for sex, he was so reluctant, let alone kissed her.
My little heart is really stuffy and oppressive.
It was true that she had never tasted jealousy in the past, but she had never fallen into the jealousy like she did today. If he didn't come to comfort her, she might really be doomed from now on.
Balian had never had such an experience before. He knew clearly in his heart that he should be calm and restrained and not act recklessly.
But his body seemed to be dominated by some intense emotion. Whether it was wine or Ning Feiyan, he had never been so out of control, as if he could hand over his life and soul to her.
The immortal tears in the bones are about to move, as if they are crying again.
Stars are hanging all over the field, and Balian is like a lazy big cat, lying in her arms.
Yun Rong nestled under him like a kitten that had just cut its nails and had its hair dried after a bath. For a long time, her slightly hoarse voice contained a bit of charm and charm: "Can you..."
She seemed a little nervous, but also looked forward to it. She rubbed his earlobe uneasily with her fingers, paused, and said, "Call me ma'am?"
No one has ever said this to Balian.
Still using this sad and expectant tone.
His body trembled slightly, but without asking any questions, he slowly raised his hand, rubbed her cold earlobes, and called softly: "Madam."
A very light word, but it suddenly hit the softest place deep in her heart. The pain and itch from her soul comforted her silently over and over again.
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