Chapter 622： Avenue Soaring 52

Chapter 622 The avenue soars 52

Listening to Wen Ling's answer subconsciously between half asleep and half awake.

Rong Zixian's gloomy complexion is finally a little better.

Originally biting Wen Ling's neck heavily, now it slowly loosened, leaving a row of extremely obvious blood marks on it.

Rong Zixian also has traces like this.

Of course, it was not bitten by oneself, or accidentally made during practice, or stayed behind when fighting a fierce beast.

He likes the stimulation of blood, so he has never cleaned these wounds carefully.

In many places, there are even intentional scars.

But when these scars fell on Wen Ling's white skin, Rong Zixian only felt that it was particularly dazzling.

When I bite, I just feel that my heart is dark.

After    bite, unconsciously began to regret his impulse.

Rong Zixian didn't know if his current mentality was normal.

However, the warmth in the arms is real.

Although he calculated the little girl, the little girl also calculated him early in the morning, and it was barely even.

After all, in Rong Zixian's view, it was not the soft and well-behaved little girl in his arms that counted him.

However, in Rong Zixian's heart, she can barely be regarded as her.

Cold fingers, gently stroked the place where he had bitten.

The place where the bloodshot had already been seen, after being touched by Rong Zixian's fingers, it was white again, as if it had never been injured there.

Looking at it as smooth as before, Rong Zixian's complexion barely looked better, but it was still black and scary.

I always feel that it is good to leave a mark, but I feel that that kind of mark is put on Wen Ling, and it is him that feels distressed in the end.

"What should I do?" When the young leaves and stems in the plantation were beating Zhenghuan, Rong Zixian leaned close to Wen Ling's ear and asked softly.

A rare gentle voice, a rare indifference and soft tone.

Rong Zixian never thought that one day his tone would become so soft, and the little girl soft enough to his arms seemed to be a piece of porcelain that shattered at the touch of a touch.

He uses a little force, or speaks a little loudly, he will be frightened by the convenience, and then he will break.

"Huh?" Wen Ling has slowly recovered sober now. After all, the occasional domineering stem of the stem has completely awakened Wen Ling.

Listening to Rong Zixian's voice, but did not hear clearly what was said, so he picked up the cute little eyebrows, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Rong Zixian suspiciously.

"You are mine, do you remember?" Rong Zixian didn't think about it, so he stopped asking Wen Ling more, but pecked Wen Ling's ear tip lightly.

Then she said silently.

"Of course, it will always be." Seeing that Rong Zixian's complexion was not very good, Wen Ling felt that his desire to survive is still very strong.

So, at this time, he cleverly expressed that he will always belong to him.

Of course, it will always be, and hopefully it will always be.

After all, the benefactor in the past is like a **** in the heart of the little ginseng.

Now, the gods descended to the earth and were with her.

Little Ginseng Jing feels that he must have had great luck in his previous life, so he will be so spoiled by God in this life.

Received Wen Ling's response, watching the little girl's clean eyes and serious expression, Rong Zi's envious complexion slowly eased over.

is just a person who is used to being indifferent, that is, his complexion has been eased, and he is still cold, and there is no human touch.

(End of this chapter)