Chapter 35： I masked this old enemy

Lu Deng blinked and finally guessed what was going on.

I never expected Gu Ting to think of such a place. Although it seems that the other party is still afraid of not being able to learn to bite, it seems that such misrepresentation is also unexpectedly appropriate to deal with the situation at hand.

Looking at the pair of pupils who were even turned scarlet because of the crickets, Lu Deng buried his head in his arms, and realized that the power of monitoring was also fluctuating under these stone-shattering promises, and gradually faded with doubt, and couldn't help lightly Gently raise the corners of the lips.

Even if it is, it does not matter.

Seeing him silent, the arms of the pure-blooded ancestors became more and more tense, and they lowered their heads to see his look, but were caught by the small prey in his arms, and raised his head and kissed.

Gu Ting tightened his shoulders and arms, and his heart almost returned.

The system can only shield the monitoring in the direction of pure technology. The effect of this communicator with abilities is not obvious. Observing that the power of surveillance had been faintly withdrawn, Lu Deng finally no longer distracted, squinting his head, and continued to kiss him intently.

Although I had exercised once during the blood feeding, after all, I was so eager to stuff the bottle into the other's mouth that I lost my purpose and finally remembered blushing.

The sober Gu Tingyuan is not as good as cooperating in deep sleep. It was the second time for Lu Deng to enter the battlefield, trying to pry open his lips and teeth, and his heartbeat was too fierce to breathe. He had to pull back slightly, but was suddenly shuddered by the light of joy and excitement in those eyes.

He seems to have forgotten something.

To meet Gu Ting's still uneasy gaze, Lu Deng raised his eyebrows and touched the corner of his lips, Wen Wen promised: "I will not go."

"Don't leave?"

Gu Ting's voice was still dumb and he clenched his hands.

A faint smile appeared in his eyes, and Lu Deng nodded his head seriously, leaning his head into his neck: "I haven't left."

It doesn't matter as long as two people are together.

The ecstatic power wave suddenly rolled away, Lu Deng blinked, raised his head on Gu Ting's chest, raised his hand to press the pendant, and suppressed the seal immediately following the start.

Obviously daylight, the blood-colored rose representing the night still blooms one by one quietly.

Lu Deng slightly froze, then realized the other party's intention, his eyebrows opened soft arc, and closed his eyes.

The lush foliage obscures the bright daylight, and the grass softens into a natural velvet blanket, and the surroundings are quiet.

He didn't grow up in a place where humans lived together, but was more relaxed in such a familiar jungle-although Gu Ting's understanding has some deviations, but now it seems that it is too late to make up.

Gu Ting originally planned to take him back to the bedroom, and suddenly noticed the change in his body. He paused slightly under his feet, kneeling slowly with his little prey, and a little hesitant soft inquiry was revealed in his eyes.

The sun has been mostly blocked, and the two are in a cool location. Only a few rays of light penetrated the leaf gap, reflected in the Lang Jing's black eyes underneath, and opened the eyes full of attractive golden broken mansions.

Gu Ting couldn't help but leaned down, gently laid the person in his arms, and kissed him carefully.

The falling kisses were clearly temperature-free, but every time they rolled up strange heat. Although he was ready for the future, it was really at this time, but Lu Deng still couldn't control the tension. His body was unconsciously tightened. He tightened his lips in his arms and kept his eyes shut.

Qin Liang touched the cheek with a soothing touch, Gu Ting didn't know when he stopped, just hugged him quietly, rubbing his hands behind his head and rubbing slowly, "Here it is, okay?"

Lu Deng stunned, turned his gaze.

Nervousness is one thing, and everything is ready. If you really stop at this step, even if you ca n’t ask, you still ca n’t help but feel faint.

"Let's take it slowly, every time we get to where you can."

Meeting the doubts in those eyes, Gu Ting picked the corners of his lips, and bowed his head to kiss his brows: "Huaiye, you are not my food ..."

Although it was clear that the other party would probably never inspire his own seal, Gu Ting still took the pendant around his neck and handed it to Lu Huaiye, holding his hand and letting him tighten.

Lu Deng's breathing was slightly stagnant, he held the safety clasp tightly, raised his head slightly, and the kissed skin became hotter unconsciously.

In fact, a little more, it doesn't matter.

Gu Ting was about to get up, but suddenly the strength of the other side came from his wrist, his eyes fell, his little prey had propped up his body, and took the initiative to kiss with unquestionable strength.

The sun trembled on the thick eyelashes, and fell and fell on the tip of the leaf. Gu Ting banged her heart, unknowingly tightened her arm, and was rusted by the warm and soft tongue tip but pried open her lips and teeth, stumbling into the mouth.

Lu Deng didn't know what to do next, and couldn't ask the system for a guide now, hesitated to slow down, and opened his eyes quietly.

There was a low, soft laughter on the tight chest, and Lu Deng's face was hot, and was about to withdraw, but he had been embraced by Runliang's arms, wrapped around, and wrapped around his back again.

"Huaiye."

Gu Ting embraced him for a meticulous kiss, and the long kiss was over. The small prey under him could not help but coughed and slightly raised his body, his cheeks flushed red.

Holding his body up a bit, Gu Ting's eyes traced the brows and eyebrows of Xiu Zeqing, a young human being, raised his hand and stroked it up, called his name, and patiently waited for him to recover from his short breath.

The heartbeat was rumbling, and the sight of Lu Deng was a little fuzzy. He blinked, and Gu Ting's soft and deep voice came from the echoing gasp in his ear.

"... let's get married, okay?"

The heart that was still beating stagnation suddenly stopped for a moment, and Lu Deng stunned, raised his head, greeted the star-studded stars in the dark pupils, and suddenly smiled with aqua colors.

"it is good."

How could it be bad.

Sudden fluctuations in mental power, Gu Ting's heart moved slightly, only to realize that he had been inspired by the spiritual power without the initiative to imply.

When Lu Huaiye discovered the enemy before him, he realized that the other's mental power seemed to be better than himself. However, Lu Huaiye still received his own hint, not only to show that the other side was not armed against him, but also meant that Lu Huaiye was actively giving him the key to open the heart door.

This kind of cognition made him feel sour, he couldn't help wanting to kiss deeper, but his movements were still gentle, and he leaned over and covered his lips.

The gentle wave rolls up the body and consciousness together, carefully caressed on the tip of the wave, and gradually wraps it up. The wave stirs up the water on the stone cliff, and gradually turns into the sky.

Dripping in sweat, the wind rang through the forest, and the bell rang.

...

Lu Deng almost felt that his body was not his own.

He had never experienced such a special feeling even in the danger of being dying several times. From the top of the head to the toes, every inch of his body was so lazy that he didn't want to move. He survived the initial fear of restlessness, and felt strange feelings and rubbed his whole body. After the excitement, the laziness made him drowsy and almost couldn't help falling asleep again. .

Gu Ting took off his shirt and put it on him. He bowed his head and gave a light kiss, and a warm smile appeared in his eyes: "Are you afraid?"

The promise was used to fulfill, and his preparation was not sufficient. Naturally, he couldn't just achieve that level rashly. He just helped Lu Huaiye to relieve it. He did not expect his small prey to be so sensitive.

The voice at the ear was low-mellow and gentle, and Lu Deng's cheek was slightly hot. He shook his head between his arms and wanted to support his body. He had been lifted by Gu Ting with his clothes.

The blood power of the blood race is far superior to that of human beings. Lu Deng simply no longer labored. He buried his hot cheeks into the cold chest and shoulders. He took a few steps forward while holding him, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"There is a clean room in the house. If you want to do laundry in the future, tell me. I'll get it."

Gu Ting explained in a warm voice as she walked to the water's edge, kissed his lips, and as soon as the power shot through the body, she rolled up the wet sheets.

Before it's too late to destroy the bottle, Lu Deng's chest twitched, and he didn't care too much. He knocked on the system in his mind: "Is there a way to take things back out of thin air?"

The system was full of heartbreaking garbled characters, stringing garlic on the cross, receiving a host's inquiry, and a mechanical sound: "That's the third level of authority ..."

Lu Deng's heart sank slightly, pursing his lips, and a vine creeped up from the forest, trying to steal the bottle.

The bright green buds only detected the tender tip, Gu Ting's movements have stopped, his eyes fell on the stained blood stains on the clothing sheets, and the pupil color slightly condensed.

The breath of blood was hidden in the water, and was mostly diluted, he had not noticed it before. But even with only the last breath left, he still could discern the taste of this sweet and delicious blood.

It is the blood of Lu Huai Ye.

Just doing this kind of thing, no matter how crazy you are, you won't get so much blood.

Thinking of the weak tremor that Lu Huaiye couldn't cover at that time, Gu Ting's chest tightened, his strength spread out instantly, and the group of clothes fell along, smashing the tender vine that was trying to steal the bottle.

When controlling plants to perform detailed movements, the mind must also be fully integrated into the control body. Lu Deng controlled the vines intently, his eyes suddenly turned black, and he blinked dizzily, hurriedly withdrawing his consciousness, but the baby bottle that was difficult to roll out also rolled out.

"Who!"

Gu Ting opened his mouth sharply, holding the person in her arms firmly between her arms, and her pupils were lightly bloody.

If you draw strength, you still rely on the traditional way of passing on blood from generation to generation.

Under the madness of the blood race, one can directly dry a person completely. If he had really bitten Lu Huaiye last night, if not fortunately no accidents, he might have now--

Countless chaotic thoughts are constantly staggered in my mind, far more intense than before, and I am afraid of hitting my chest. Gu Ting's arm was stretched tightly, the force ready to tumbling and rushing, his gaze towards the sound.

The verdant vine tip burrowed back to the ground, and there were no invading foreign enemies on the grass, lying alone, a bottle that was only half pulled out.

The sight fell on the stained blood on the bottle. Gu Ting's eyes were condensing and suffering from depression. He frowned, and his heart suddenly passed through a very ominous premonition.

I just thought that after the madness, the pure-blooded ancestors who burst into blood were darkened in front of them, stood for a long while facing the bottle on the ground, looked down at the small prey held in their arms, and uneasily pulled at the corners of their lips, and looked silent Pleading.

Lu Deng blinked, struggling for a long time, still buried in the cold and firm arms.

Lying at night in the bedroom, Lu Lan decided to go to the study.

After holding him in the shower and sending him back to the bedroom, the pure-blooded ancestors locked himself in the study without saying a word.

Although the blood race will not have any more serious consequences even if it can't be avoided, it is still difficult to be at ease anyway without going to see it in person.

The system was still grinding the cross in the small black room, and Lu Deng picked the corners of his lips dumbly, so he had to get busy and get out of the bedroom.

He knocked twice on the door of the study, but unexpectedly there was a rushing cough.

Lu Deng trembled, his heart really raised some worries, and raised his hand to the door: "Gu Ting?"

"... I'm here, just a moment."

There was an echo in the room after a while, and the voice seemed particularly hoarse. Lu Deng frowned, and couldn't let the system help himself to see what was going on inside, so he had to stay at the door, listening to it strangely for a while, and the footsteps quickly approached the door.

With a squeak, the door was opened.

Gu Ting didn't seem to have too many strange things, but just stretched his arms into his arms and rubbed his forehead gently: "Are you sleeping well?"

Without the other side, even if you fall asleep, you are only half asleep and awake. After a while, you will be awake, and it is difficult to really sleep well.

In the survival code that has been engraved in the basic data, silence is the law of survival, and it is often fatal to leak out its weaknesses.

Lu Deng raised his lip corner to meet the concerns in Gu Ting's eyes, his eyes widened, shook his head and hugged him, and lowered his head to put on the cool neck: "... you are not here."

The uneasy mood of the cost of transforming the alert data that violated the criteria came to mind, but was stopped by the higher-level command sentence. It was re-edited in the interception network composed of basic data, and a new name was added.

Can say it.

To him, you can say it.

The fluctuation of mental power caused Gu Ting's heart to move lightly, looking down at the young human eye's drooping eyelashes, holding his hands together and lowering his head to kiss: "It won't happen again."

Smiling in his arms, Lu Deng closed his eyes against the cool kiss and handed him over to him. Gu Ting hugged him steadily, sitting on the sofa together, slowly patting his back, but still seemed to have a mind in his eyes.

Lu Deng leaned on his chest for a while, looking up at him: "What about the bottle--"

After all, it was a bottle bought by the owner. Lu Deng wanted to apologize, but was kissed by Gu Ting, blocked the rest of the words, and smiled helplessly: "Not because of this ..."

Seeing the young human standing in front of him, he remembered the situation when Lu Huai Ye was unconsciously trembling, trying to get deeper into his arms, but was getting colder and colder.

The method is not important, what is important is how much blood Lu Huaye shed for him.

The body in his arms moved, Gu Ting lowered his head, leaning on the warm breath, slowly releasing his brows.

Gu Ting opened his eyebrows tightly along his strength, lowered his head against the warm cheeks in Tie's arms, held the hand to groan slightly, and raised his hand to pull his sleeves.

Both the dominant hand and the communicator are in the right hand, and Lu Huaiye wants to bleed him, the most convenient is the wrist of the left hand.

The wounds are almost healed. Only the last one left a little white mark. Lu Deng instinctively stopped, but Gu Ting put his hand in the palm of his hand, pulled up his cuff and looked carefully, and stroked the light-colored print with his fingertips.

Just about to open his mouth, the person in his arms had already guessed his inquiry and replied in advance: "It doesn't hurt."

Land lamps are really not painful. He deliberately used the drunk star grass, which caused paralysis and pain at the same time as the wound, and there was no special feeling at all. If it weren't for wasting too much blood, there would be nothing at all.

Gu Ting stroked the scar that was not so clear on his wrist, still bowed his head and kissed, groped with his fingers, and said softly, "I'm going to take a long trip, can you go with me?"

Even if it **** little blood, even if it really doesn't hurt, he will still feel bad.

He knew the location of an altar. As long as he went there to replenish his strength, even if there were any special circumstances, there was no need to let Lu Huaiye be injured for him.

Lu Lan was held by him, his heart suddenly moved.

The plot is still at this juncture. Once Gu Ting boarded the suspended yacht for the altar, he would encounter the violent power, and he would burst out to protect the passengers on the boat, and then put himself in danger.

He had originally thought that Gu Ting would not get on the boat at all, but the passengers on that boat were innocent, after all, if there was no such story, I would be afraid to die in an accident.

It doesn't matter if you go, you can find a way to find that power and control the situation in advance. Even if because of the inertia of the plot, it is inevitable to intensify the situation to that point again, he can at least stop in front of Gu Ting.

There will be a way.

After straightening out the thoughts in his heart, Lu Deng raised his eyes and nodded: "Okay."

After seeing him answer, Gu Ting finally smiled a bit more and shook his hand: "I made you a stewed pigeon, I heard that it is blood tonic, and it is still cooking. I wonder if you will Like to eat ... will you try it? "

I don't know if the other party can learn to cook even in the **** state. Lu Deng had planned to cook noodles by himself. After hearing the words, he nodded and stood up, waiting for him to go to the kitchen.

Gu Ting smiled, got up with him, reached out to arrange his clothes for him, but the bandages exposed on the cuffs suddenly attracted Lu Deng's gaze.

Gu Ting went and hugged him when he opened the door. His hand was always behind his back, but he didn't notice when he was bandaged.

"It's nothing, leave it alone."

When he noticed his sight, Gu Ting looked slightly stiff and raised his hand to block, but Lu Deng had already pulled up his arm, and Ye Feng of the Thornthorn grass lit up between his fingers and cut away the bandage that he hurriedly wrapped around.

A neat row of holes that had just been bitten fell between the arms, from deep to shallow, and the edges actually marked the bite strength and angle data one by one with a very fine marker. The bottom one is already showing signs of healing.

The author has something to say: Regret, bite, data stream, ancestor, court: I practice! Can't practice! (つ дq)

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