As Nineteen is simple and innocent, Wen Ying has been using his emotions to practice “joy”. Although this emotion is not strong and the progression is not fast, it makes her feel very comfortable.
It was until today, she didn’t know if he had really reached the estrus period, but his emotions suddenly became hot and intense.
At first, Wen Ying only thought he was acting coquettishly, and his aggrieved look was exactly the same as when he usually acted coquettishly, but then it gradually changed. When he licked lightly, he gently bit her knuckles, and then sucked on them. Gradually, an ambiguous breath came out.
Happy to him.
There is no doubt that she can feel that he likes this very much. Does she still want to indulge him?
When she realized this, Wen Ying’s face suddenly felt hot, and she felt a little embarrassed. If it were anyone else, she would have brushed off her sleeve and beat him half to death, but because he was Nineteen, she was afraid that he would be injured, so when she couldn’t push him with her hands, she kicked him with her feet and said, “Stop.”
His tail wrapped around her legs and tightened suddenly.
At that moment, his joy seemed to reach its extreme.
Demon Lord Chi Li has always acted arbitrarily, so how could he suppress the raging anger for a moment? The moment his eyes saw a scene he didn’t want to see, he raised his long sleeves, and the strong wind swirling under the sleeves was like a sharp sword, whizzing away towards Nineteen, aiming in the direction of his back!
Nineteen was absolutely unable to withstand the power of a blow that the cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage had at their fingertips.
When Wen Ying realized that someone wanted to hurt him, she didn’t care about the other person’s identity at all. She immediately pinched her fingers and the red flames rose into the sky like a fire dragon, attacking instead of defending, roaring to stop the wind!
They resisted each other.
Both were red flames, and Feng Li could tell with just one glance that this was not the wisp of flame he had given her. It was obvious that she had refined Nineteen’s natal fire, but abandoned his.
He suddenly clenched his hand, and due to the excitement, the monster’s sharp claws grew in an instant, and actually dug into the palm of his hand, dripping blood.
“Your Highness?”
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