Rujing

Jiang Rujing's fine hairs almost exploded, her whole body was completely stiff, and she didn't dare to move a little.

Li Lie snorted twice, gently embraced him from behind his shoulders, his hot breath was on his lips. "Scared?"

Jiang Rujing almost forgot to breathe, and could only stare blankly at Gu Fei's trembling eyelids.

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up.

But in many cases, the more people are afraid of something, the more they tend to hate it.

So Fei still opened his eyes.

Jiang Rujing's heart was ashes, she closed her eyes, and her voice was full of hopelessness and pleading: "Don't look..."

So embarrassed and miserable, so dirty and powerless.

However, Li Lie cruelly used his hands to force open his eyelids, so that his and Gu Fei's eyes that had just turned sober from cloudy just collided.

So Fei suddenly opened his eyes wide, the eye sockets were about to burst open, and he was about to jump up.Unexpectedly, when he moved just now, he touched the red threads that were entangled everywhere in the barrel. In an instant, the talisman paper shone slightly, and a strong electric current hit from the red threads, making him paralyzed instantly.

"Jiang..." He looked at the opposite scene with red eyes, and his distress for Jiang Rujing and hatred for Li Lie reached a peak.

It is true that he and Jiang Rujing have only been together for less than half a year, but he knows that this is a very proud person with a bottom line, bones, and many thoughts that he has never understood.Even though his body was weak and dilapidated at the time, the attitude and self-confidence he displayed were extremely powerful.

But now such a proud and powerful person kneels in humiliation on a messy bed, wearing a torn women's wedding dress, and is humiliated by others.

"Li Lie!!!" He roared, ignoring the pain from the talisman paper and the red thread, he struggled frantically,

"Can you close your eyes..." Jiang Rujing almost begged to say this, but his voice was too small, and was covered by Gu Fei's roar.

Missing this sentence, Li Lie never gave them a chance to communicate.

His face gradually turned cold, and his gaze was as if he were looking at a dead thing. "It's really noisy." Then he asked Jiang Rujing for advice, "You think it's too noisy, don't you?" As he spoke, he flicked his fingertips a few times, and a few red lines shone brightly, dividing the space between Gufei Come on, no matter what kind of roar Ren Gufei utters, I can't hear the slightest bit from here.

Li Lie looked at Gufei's crazy appearance, and then at the trembling body of the man in his arms, feeling extremely satisfied.

The dusty light is lazy to reflect the graceful snow, and Jiaoer is unable to feel emotional.

The silver screen suddenly pushes the peony to fall, and the plum blossoms point to the moon and dream Qi.

One side showers put an end to the scorching summer, and the city is full of fragrance falling into Qinghuai.

It's hard to drive away Wushan's green sparrows when you reach your feet and hold the beauty's tears.

Li Lie cast a spell on Jiang Rujing's eyes, making him unable to close them to escape, so his eyes collided with Gu Fei from time to time, making him even more embarrassed.

"Li Lie, you will have retribution." He said.

Li Lie kissed his slender fingers lightly, and said indifferently, "I'll wait."

This cruel torture lasted for a whole day, and Li Lie relentlessly demanded it, until the moon was high, and he stopped satiated.

He looked at the messy scene and the broken pure white wedding dress on Jiang Rujing, his eyes widened in disbelief: "My God! I did this to you!"

Then he giggled, approached Jiang Rujing and said, "It's all your fault."

Jiang Rujing lay motionless in his arms, her eyes were terribly empty.

Seeing that he ignored him, Li Lie rolled his eyes, smiled and changed him into a red dress, and then took out a big box.

When the box was opened, Jiang Rujing's eyes finally moved.

It was a neatly folded frost-colored robe, embroidered with rune patterns, exquisite and incomparable.

In the center of the robe, there is a small transparent jar, inside which is a gray bead with cracks all over it.

That was his broken golden core.

Next to it is a slightly larger jar, which contains gold and silver threads that seem to have vitality.

That was the meridian from which he was drawn.

Next to it...his bones, heart, lungs...all the dark memories of the Munster Research Institute instantly captured his whole heart.

Li Lie's tone was cheerful as if he was talking about homework, "I passed by a mysterious and sneaky big house some time ago, so I went in and took a look, and I happened to see something familiar." He lifted the frost-colored Taoist robe with one hand and asked: "I thought, isn't this the robe style of your Juntian Sword Sect? I just took it away."

He smiled and asked, "Are these yours?"

As if he was sure that Jiang Rujing had to speak, he stood calmly with his arms around his chest, extremely handsome.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Rujing only took a look at those things, no, he didn't even look at them, so he withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and stared at the floor.

This is different from what Li Lie expected.

His eyes also turned cold, and he glanced at Gu Fei who was exhausted from struggling in the barrel, and said, "I want to help you rebuild the cultivation system in your body."

This time Jiang Rujing's reaction was exactly as he expected, the man suddenly raised his head to look at him, his eyes were full of colors.

Sword repair.

Looking at the anticipation and excitement in Jiang Rujing's eyes, Li Lie glanced at the lantern standing on the wooden barrel, showing a cruel smile.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and pierced Gufei's heart, which was still struggling, with a palm. The scalding hot blood just sprayed on the prayer lamp next to him. At the same time, Gufei's body He fell limply, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

"Do not!!!!!"

The last cry of grief could not bring back the young man's life that had come to an end.

Before he fell into a coma, he saw overwhelming rays of light pouring out from the prayer lamp, enveloping him.

The author has something to say:

The 76 pickup truck is locked, I will revise it tomorrow to see if it can pass the trial.

As long as life lasts, the heart of the pickup truck will never die.

This chapter has nearly a thousand characters of leather cars, which have been condensed into a soy sauce poem...

what can I do!I'm so desperate too!

Li Lie: I am so desperate!Men can't bear it the most!