Help! The ascetic and cold senior brother is actually a fallen demon villain

He can hold it better than a cup.

Bai Qiao was not stupid and could see through his thoughts at a glance.

It was deep and exposed, and the wind and snow were blowing. In her memory, the geographical location of Sanlangou required crossing a gurgling river, three wide streets and alleys from Crescent Mountain, and then entering through the barrier, which was a long way.

He must have used space to jump here, so he didn't need to be so tired. She happened to want to keep him because she had never seen the injury on his chest with her own eyes.

"Then you want to stay overnight..."

"Yes." Before Bai Qiao could finish his sentence, Hei Ming responded shamelessly and quickly, and climbed onto the bed with his own hands and feet.

He took off the rope that tied his hair on his head and wrapped it around his wrist. He looked very good, especially close to Bai Qiao, almost the whole fox was hanging on her body, and he called it cold.

She didn't know whether he was cold or not, but she saw a satisfied look on his face.

She must have been coaxed and didn't misunderstand her.

The fox ears made Bai Qiao feel a little itchy. She glanced at his heart from the corner of her eye and asked, "Is your injury better? Let me see?"

She cared about that sword very much.

The people from Sanlangou blocked her.

Hei Ming took off his robe. The sword practitioner's waist was already strong and free of fat, and his lower abdominal muscles were sexy and firm.

Under the baptism of the moonlight, the honey-colored skin turns to a cold white color. It looks particularly ascetic and attractive, taking the beauty to the extreme.

"It's almost healed, but the wound is deep."

When he said this, he glanced at the little man sitting on his knees from top to bottom, his eyes as sharp as a torch.

Youmo felt her neck feel cold for no reason. Feeling guilty, she shrank her head, turned her back to him, and swung her two small golden twin ponytails.

Really, what is the big devil looking at her for...

Bai Qiao came close to the man, her fingertips gliding over the light pink sword scar, her light and elegant voice hiding her sadness, "You've done a bit too hard, Xiao Glaze, but the sect master didn't help you heal it."

"..." Hei Ming remained silent and allowed her to observe. Bai Qiao focused on the injury on his chest and failed to see the man's hibiscus purple eyes darken a bit.

This minor injury was cured on the spot by the sect leader's ability.

But he doesn't want the wound to heal.

Before coming, he stabbed him again with his knife. In order to prevent her from seeing the flaw, he even imitated the width, length, and depth one by one, making sure that it was definitely like the marks left by her cyan rapier.

Then use spiritual power to semi-cure and fake the appearance after treatment.

What Hei Ming thought was that if they ended up in the worst possible outcome and broke up, he would use this injury to forcefully keep her and gain sympathy.

With Bai Qiao's character, even if they break up on bad terms, he can threaten her with a sword wound to secure a place in her heart and remember him forever.

The methods are very despicable and outrageous.

Imprisoning a bird in a cage, robbing her, forcing her to have sex, he had thought about all kinds of extreme behaviors and deliberately carried out them. He would rather make her hate him than give the girl to anyone else, as long as she was his.

But fortunately, reality is the most perfect direction.

Then these actions that would leave a shadow on her will not happen.

"It's okay, I'll be fine in a few days." Hei Ming put on his inner clothes, stretched out his arms, grabbed the person, and lay down.

"Go to bed."

He held her tightly, fearing that she would escape. Bai Qiao grabbed her arm on her shoulders and said, "Wait for me to lock the door."

This is not a sect. All her relatives are here. If someone really encounters her, she won't be able to argue.

Mainly in the eyes of outsiders, the current relationship between Yueyashan and Sanlangou is awkward. They even stabbed people during the day, and it's nothing to say that the two parties slept in the same bed at night.

I always feel like I'm having an affair behind my parents' back...

Heiming half-opened his eyes, and his deep gaze showed a trace of confusion. The delicate body in his arms was so fragrant and warm that he was unwilling to let go, not even for a while.

"Let the way of heaven go."

"?" Youmo turned his head stupidly.

Rude fox, do you know who you are ordering? !

"Devil, why don't you just take a shot and get rid of it? Do you want me to kick myself out of this room first and then lock it for you?"

Black Fox: "Not a bad idea."

"..."

Ahhhhh!

God is going crazy.

What exactly does the heir like about him, should he change his career? Sure enough, the sword didn't penetrate deep enough!

Anyway, he can't die with the magic pill, so she should add a few more blows!

"Young Glaze, lock the door? There is an empty jewelry box covered with a rug on my dressing table. You will sleep there for the night and I will make you a new nest tomorrow?" Her eldest baby spoke. .

The elf snorted heavily, flapped his wings and flew to the door.

She is giving face to the heir! Damn man, you are the most annoying fox in the world!

The "click" sound of the lock on the door came in the air, and the environment became silent.

Bai Qiao remained frozen in his crooked arms. She didn't dare to move, because if she moved even slightly, the long tail wrapped around her body would tighten an inch.

"Are you sure you want to roll me up to sleep like this?" She raised her head.

He must be very tired, mentally and physically tired, otherwise he would do something as usual.

The fox tail around her waist was okay, not that restrictive, but the tail wrapped around her legs...

The experience for her was strangely itchy.

"Sure," the man's voice was cool and soft, his uneven breathing was lazy and deep, "If you don't do this, I won't feel safe."

He was a sensitive fox by nature, and he would go crazy with jealousy when other men said a few words to her, let alone get stabbed.

……

At Yin hour, the night is like water.

The moonlight pours in, and the shadows of the whirling trees shake off patches of dense snow. The green artificial leaves are condensed with cold dew, like a curtain of dreams.

The man with soft eyebrows walked out of a certain room and closed the door gently with his hands and feet without making a single sound.

The quiet corridor quietly echoed the rich long night, and the lights on the walls were dim and soft, casting a mottled desolation.

He walked slowly, as if he were taking a leisurely walk after dinner.

Passing by the white-dyed potted plants, the hem of the man's clothes blew the fine snow on the petals. After a while, he was greeted by the footsteps of another person where he passed. The pink dust was so eye-catching in the world of black and white.

"Baby, haven't you rested yet?"

The man walking in front stopped but did not turn around. The gentle tone easily made people put down their guard.

Behind, a woman in mink clothes stood in the shadows. The dark color blocked her usual vitality, and the time dividing line separated the two people on the left and the right.

They are like images on both sides of a mirror. The dividing line between light and dark belongs to two different worlds and cannot blend.

"Brother, let's talk."

Jiang Ying's expression was as calm as a pool of still water, with no emotional fluctuations visible, and the glimmer under her dark apricot eyes was unpredictable.

Baili Shuokong raised the corners of his lips, with a slight smile on his brows. He always behaved calmly, calmly and quietly said, "Let's go to the tea room to talk, Huai Huai just fell asleep."