Chapter 113 Chapter 113 I Understand
Chen Qing stepped barefoot on his thighs, feeling the tense muscles beneath her feet. She noticed his trembling, and stepped a little harder. At this moment, he was like a lost dog, being trampled under her feet.
Li Daoxuan raised his head with difficulty, like a dying man grasping at the last ray of hope, and looked at her with longing eyes. His eyes were scorching, enough to burn everything.
This scene instantly brought out the bad nature that had been hidden in Chen Qing's bones for a long time.
She decisively kicked him to the ground, crushing his shoulders with her foot. When she saw that the corners of his eyes were red and the veins on his forehead were bulging, she bent down and sniffed him.
really.
At this moment, he exuded a rich and greasy herbal fragrance. When Chen Qingguang smelled it, her whole body became weak and her limbs became powerless. She had long discovered that she could not resist this smell at all.
Chen Qing thought about it. When she first met him, the smell was only a faint trace. Later, it became stronger and clearer, until it developed into what it is today. And it seemed that only she could smell this smell.
She gradually began to taste the flavor, and the more he liked her, the stronger the flavor became.
Chen Qing raised his eyebrows, looked around, and finally pulled out Qiu Ren from the shelf beside him.
Qiu Ren's sharp sword flashed with a cold gleam. Chen Qing played with the sword for a moment, then brought the blade to bear on his head. With a gentle stroke, the headband instantly shattered, releasing countless jet-black hair, framing his enchanting face. He looked much more mature now than before.
Chen Qing pinched his arm and found that his body seemed to have been growing in the past few months. Not only was his body growing, but his height as well. At first, he was only half a head taller than her, but now she could only reach his lower lip.
His delicate face gradually lost its youthfulness, lost some of its androgynousness, but gained a bit of maturity.
Chen Qing stared at his thin lips, and suddenly a strong thought drove her. This face would be wonderful as a woman's. She wanted to see what he looked like as a woman, it must be very eye-catching.
Thinking of this, she felt that the lip color would be brighter.
Chen Qing raised his sword without hesitation and slashed it at his face.
What surprised her was that Qiu Ren, who was as sharp as a knife, seemed to have lost his edge at this moment, leaving only a white mark on his face caused by the force, which soon disappeared.
Li Daoxuan raised his head and said in a suppressed voice: "Qiu Ren can't hurt me."
This was the second time she heard these words from Li Daoxuan.
Chen Qing was puzzled, "Why? Because the sword spirit recognized its master?" She didn't know much about spiritual swords, she only knew that the sword spirit would dissipate when the master died.
Li Daoxuan took a breath and said, "No." His voice was as thin as a mosquito and unclear.
"What?" Shen Qing didn't quite hear, so she moved a little closer.
Li Daoxuan's eyes darkened, and he whispered seductively, "Come closer and I'll tell you." His voice became even lower.
Chen Qing couldn't hear what he said at all and walked a little closer. What she didn't notice was that when she stepped into the range of the formation, his eyes were filled with a smile of success. Because of his excessive excitement, Li Daoxuan's breath was stuck in his throat, neither rising nor falling.
Suddenly, he grabbed her ankle.
The scorching temperature made her heart tighten. She looked closely and found that he had broken free from the silk ribbon and the talisman at some point. He looked at her triumphantly like a winner, with a dark and turbulent look in his eyes. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he climbed up her ankle bit by bit like a demon.
Her calves felt tingling and numb as he moved. The fragrance from his body was like the finest perfume, seeping into her limbs and bones, invisibly binding her hands and making her extremely stiff.
She could only lower her eyes and watch him move higher and higher, his pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes getting closer and closer to her.
Finally, his head stopped midway. He slapped her waist with his big hand, and the immobilization talisman was finally used on Chen Qing herself.
Shen Qing shuddered, and his breathing became heavier.
He never lost sight of his business. Half-kneeling, Li Daoxuan snatched Qiu Ren from her grasp and gently incised a small wound on her fingertip with his sword. Qiu Ren's sword shone brightly, draining all of her blood.
He took her index finger in his mouth again, wrapped his warm tongue around the fingertip, and sucked the blood away bit by bit.
Li Daoxuan's pair of peach blossom eyes always attracted her, with unknown desire surging in his eyes. Being stared at by him, Shen Qing's breathing became rapid unconsciously, her scalp felt numb, and a faint blush appeared on her face unconsciously.
She tried to pull her hand back, but the immobilization talisman had rendered her defenseless. The scent of the plants and trees permeated every pore, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.
She bit her tongue decisively, trying her best to suppress the primitive impulse, forcing herself to stay awake, and cursed fiercely: "Mad dog, get out!"
Li Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were filled with waves, and he said almost eagerly: "Youan, I'll be obedient, dog will be obedient." At this moment, if he were a little immortal who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world, he would be deeply entangled in the spider web called the seven emotions and six desires, and trapped in the sea of desire, unable to extricate himself.
With one palm facing down, he groped between her legs, and with the other hand he put the sword back into her hand, tempting her to slash it at his face. This time the sword finally cut his skin, and several drops of blood rushed out and then slid down one by one.
Li Daoxuan's slender fingertips were slightly bent, and his scorching gaze remained fixed on her face. He pulled his lips into a smile, and his fingertips dug in hard. Shen Qing gasped, then shuddered violently, and then the breath was dispersed, becoming a fragmented cry of surprise.
As he moved, the small bell on her arm began to ring wildly.
“Mmm——” Chen Qing gritted his teeth and swallowed the broken groan.
Li Daoxuan's eyes curled up, and he said temptingly, "You'an, you can call her out."
Chen Qing naturally refused. Her eyes were blurred with tears as she stared at him angrily, her red lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath.
Seeing this, Li Daoxuan stopped.
After the ringing stopped, he plucked the immobilization talisman on her back, and without him doing anything, she slid down on her own, her body limp.
Li Daoxuan took advantage of the situation and held her waist, gently laying her down on the ground.
Since the weather turned cold, a soft wool blanket has been laid on the floor. The thick soft wool blocks out all the cold, so he is not worried that she will get sick.
His hands remained in the same position, but he was taller, barely enveloping her in his shadow. Countless strands of hair clung to the ground, brushing against her chest, collarbone, and the sides of her face.
Chen Qing was like a fish about to die of thirst, her mouth wide open, her eyes gradually losing focus. In her confusion, she unconsciously pressed against the top of his fuzzy hair, her other hand tightly gripping the sword.
Li Daoxuan chuckled, looked up and said, "It's possible now, and it's possible in the future. As long as you want, you can use Qiu Ren to pierce my body and take my life at any time." After that, he rubbed her forehead with the tip of his nose and placed a kiss on her tearful eyes.
Chen Qing's eyelids trembled, and she seemed to have heard these words clearly while her consciousness was floating. She used up her last bit of strength to raise the sword and pointed it at his heart.
Li Daoxuan chuckled softly and did not resist, but suddenly gathered the five fingers hidden under her skirt.
Chen Qing widened her eyes and her knees closed uncontrollably, trying to squeeze out the strange feeling.
Li Daoxuan tried to pull his hand away, but to no avail. He was clearly the one in control, yet he complained aggrievedly, "You'an, you're holding me too tightly. I can't pull my hand away." Then, he put his two fingers together again.
He took the silver bell into his mouth again, and the wet and hot tip of his tongue rolled over the silver bell.
Chen Qing completely lost the last bit of strength to struggle, his chest heaving, breathing heavily. The sword fell to the ground with a thud, and Qiu Ren groggily climbed out from the red stone hilt. He just spit out his snake tongue, but before he could turn around, he was slapped back by his master.
A seductive red flashed in Li Daoxuan's eyes. After trapping Qiu Ren in the sword, he raised his body slightly and then supported himself. In Shen Qing's eyes, he became shorter inch by inch, and his thick and smooth hair immediately cascaded down to her chest, waist, and abdomen.
He pulled out his hand at a moment's notice, and the slender and distinct joints were still glistening with water. He only took a glance at it, then casually wiped the water stains from his fingertips on his body, and then changed his position to holding her knees with both hands, making her bend her legs.
He leaned down, and the surging desire was completely submerged in the thick shadow.
When Li Daoxuan raised his eyes and saw the girl scratching helplessly at the wool blanket because she couldn't bear it any longer, his heart was broken and his mind was shaken. He gasped and said, "You'an, I will be obedient and not touch you."
Before he lowered his head to the lotus, he added, "I'm just helping you feel comfortable."
The little god knelt on the Yaochi Lake, buried his head in the red lotus in the pool, and his straight nose touched the silver bell.
The eyes of the self-depraved little god were now filled with countless worldly desires, which caused ripples at the corners of his eyes. Bright red blood dripped down his skin to his pale jaw, and with a "pop" sound, fell onto the silver bell.
Yinling seemed to sense something, shuddered suddenly, and spat out the drop of blood again.
The little god seemed to be extremely obsessed. He suddenly opened his mouth and sucked in big gulps.
Chen Qing could not bear the disturbance and died together with Yin Ling, no longer able to resist.
The little god's throat rolled repeatedly, and the blood dripping on the silver bell was eaten up wherever his tongue passed. He opened his lips and bit the silver bell.
This time she couldn't even utter a word and could only grit her teeth and endure it.
The sound of silver bells rang continuously, Chen Qing opened her mouth and took deep breaths, countless broken moans came out of her throat, she was extremely helpless, tears of irritation flowed from the corners of her eyes, her five fingers as delicate as porcelain powder slid around in the wool blanket, trying to find a life-saving piece of driftwood in the suffocation of drowning.
However, the wool on the blanket was extremely short and dense. Wherever her hand touched it, the wool was bent, but it could not serve as a source of support for her. It was not until she grabbed the black sword that was left aside that she stopped grabbing at it as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.
In her daze, she was provoked and stepped on his shoulder. The man who had buried his head stopped and raised his head.
No longer needing blood, his lips were already rosy red from being soaked in water, and the wound on his cheek stopped bleeding. The blood that had previously dripped spread out on one side of his face, adding a touch of charm and making him look like a demon crawling out of hell, dangerous and alluring.
His expression was one of undisguised aggression and madness, but his words were humble and humble. He said, "The dog is obedient, master, have mercy on me."
The frantic feeling finally subsided briefly, but now she was stuck at a crucial moment, hanging in the air, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Shen Qing had just taken a breath when she saw Li Daoxuan, after saying something, hook her feet into his strong arms and dangle them.
He hadn't known when a white, smooth, jade fish pendant had been caught between his lips and tongue, the tail end between his lips, the mouth facing outward. The whiteness of the fish, swirling against his exceptionally bright red lips, looked astringent and embarrassing.
Li Daoxuan held the jade pendant in his mouth and lowered his head again, using his hands and mouth.
The sound of the silver bells in the house gradually changed from slow to urgent, gradually catching up with the rhythm of the raindrops outside the window, dripping heavily and continuously knocking on the hearts of the two.
The rain went from light to heavy, almost pouring down, watering the muddy ground in patches.
The girl in the room was lying on the ground, holding the black sword tightly in her hands, her legs bent, and her skirt spread out on the ground. However, when looking closely, there was a sudden shape between her legs and inside her skirt, which looked like a human head.
The boy's hand movements became bigger, like a violent storm. The large movements caused the hem of his skirt to fly up, inadvertently lifting it up, revealing a section of his white and slender calves.
Soon the warm ankle was held in a hot hand.
It was stimulated and contracted uncontrollably. The clear ringing sound began to become intermittent. After another sudden ringing, the ringing sound finally began to ring rhythmically. Not long after, the ringing sound subsided and the room finally became quiet.
There was nothingness before Chen Qing's eyes. After the huge gap, she finally had a moment to breathe.
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