Chapter 8

There is something all over you that you can't control - it's a hot and dry air, which is out of control and eager to find a space to release. However, the remaining reason told her that as long as she was infected with this thing, just like those dark addicts in the legend, she would be ugly, like a dog, who would be despicable and die miserably.

The original handsome face began to enlarge, twist and be elated: "fairy, it's time for you to ask me Please I'll set you free... "

Her body twisted.

He suddenly took out her jade plate. The palm of his hand sank, and a drop of blood red water fell into the center of the jade plate. Soon, it melted quietly. Then, he hung the jade plate on her neck again.

Wuxue hasn't realized anything yet, but Ji Wuhua's eyes are even more frightened, staring at the jade plate.

Wu Xian didn't look at him at all. He just gazed at Wu Xue. There was a kind of cruel tenderness in his eyes. He was good at persuading: "what's good about fairies? Each of them looks respectable, but in fact they have no fun at all. Join our demons This will be your paradise... "

She suddenly stretched out her hand and rushed to him with lightning speed. Even though he flashed fast, his Pink Jade hands grabbed his thigh and hissed: "demon, let me go Please let me go... "

Little jade hand has no strength and is like scratching.

Wu Xian's eyes were full of interest: ha, this little fairy.

She had a sense of indomitability. She was a flower in the greenhouse, but she dared to stretch out four thorns to the tiger. That's great. Originally, he was a little worried that the strong Qi of Qing Yin would make her children weak, but unexpectedly, there was a continuous tenacity in her bones.

He laughed with satisfaction at the unexpected joy.

She once again made a gesture, but her body was so soft that she lost her support. She just bit her lips and a wisp of blood came out.

The pain made her awake for a moment. She let go of Wu Xian's little hand and jumped up. This time, she didn't attack him or run to the little prince. She ran out of the seven fragrant chariot. Run out, run out, it's safe This devil must not be allowed to succeed.

It's a pity that the taste of cannibal goes hand in hand.

She just ran a few feet away, and her flying wings didn't even have time to spread out in the wind. With a wave of Wu Xian's big hand, she flew straight back and couldn't help lying on the smooth mirror like platform of baozhuan.

The sky is blue and clear.

Wu Xianyang raised his eyebrows, looked at the big clear eyes completely covered by fear, and suddenly turned over to kiss her thoroughly

The kiss was strange to her. He rolled the tip of her tongue, with a rough, wild, ravaged air.

She grew up with the little prince. They ran hand in hand in the spring breeze, whispered in the purple sunset, and played with each other in the dim moonlight - but they didn't learn to kiss each other for the first time.

No one teaches, no one understands.

So, at the moment she encountered such a powerful toss, but feel strange. A powerful and deadly temptation.

Kisses change from stormy to gentle.

She gasped for breath. Earlier, as ants bite the hot body, such as a breeze slowly blowing, extremely comfortable.

His lips are warm, his hands are strong, his attitude is gentle, and there is no cruelty at all, just like the tenderest lover, as if he and her wedding night.

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