Qingyue Temple

Probably it was too hard, and he couldn't bear it under him. He grabbed its shoulders and wanted to stop it.

"Master, master, it's alright, Huangquan is about to collapse, we should go..."

Ghost domain, what is ghost domain?

If it is broken, build another one, and no one can hinder it.

The crimson eyes were completely covered by flames, the lips and teeth covered his neck skin, the sharp fangs pierced into it, and the warm blood flowed from his body to its body, infecting its blood vessels, limbs, and whole body... …

Its icy soul gradually gained warmth and restlessness, and it didn't want to stop at all. Feeling his stop, it even bit him harder reflexively, eroding his reason with the evil spirit in its body, making him faint. After trembling and panting, he interrupted his unfinished stop words.

I don't know why, the more I suck his blood, the more unsatisfactory I am.

It knows that even if it sucks all his blood into its own body, it still cannot fill its empty and cold soul. The more anxious it is, the calmer it becomes. picture.

The red eyes that were already full of blood that were about to drip quietly recovered. It raised its head slightly, and the fangs that had sunk into his body slowly left the skin that was bitten by it.

Feeling that he seemed to be relieved, and wanted to slip away from under it, its crimson eyes gradually smiled, stretched out its hand and pushed down his shoulder, suppressing him back, not letting him move.

He looked at it in astonishment, its appearance was so cute, it approached, and licked the two bloody tooth cavities that it had bitten out just now, he seemed to feel a little itchy, and wanted to hide, being pressed down by it.

He said helplessly: "Master, stop making trouble, Huangquan is really going to be broken, how will you go back later?"

go back?

He is here, why should it go anywhere else?

Its icy lips and teeth moved down from the socket of his neck, climbed onto the long and pointed nails like purple black spiders on his body, and tore his clothes inch by inch...

He stared at it with wide eyes, as if he didn't expect it to do such a thing, his expression was no longer stunned, but completely overwhelmed, when the cold and trembling strange touch was getting closer and closer to his heart, he Finally regaining consciousness from the ignorance, he quickly stopped: "Wait, wait, master, we are outside, and there are people watching!"

As he spoke, he looked at the man in yellow robe who had just been stunned by it, but there was no sign of the man in yellow robe in the same place. In surprise, he looked at the house in the distance that had just been controlled by the house spirit, but he also looked at it again. There is no trace of the house.

In the dark and dark environment around, there is no heaven and earth, no upper and no lower, it seems that there are only two people, him and it.

His body trembled suddenly, and he looked at the person pressing on him with a hoarse voice: "Master?"

"Huh?" It raised the eyes buried in his body slightly to look at him, and in the ruby ​​eyes, there was a light like a broken star.

Before I had time to think about how Master could speak out suddenly, I realized that my clothes were almost torn to pieces!

Seeing him flustered beneath him, it picked him up.

He looked at it with a tingling face, and he spoke with trembling panting: "Master, what are you doing?"

"...Double Cultivation."

"But... well."

Seal his lips and teeth, and don't let him continue talking.

what are you doing?

Of course, it was to fill his hungry stomach for a long time, just like this, he licked every inch of his body one bite at a time, and he didn't need to chew and swallow it, as long as it made him feel a little pain, and he could feel it from the pain The beating of the blood between the lips and teeth is enough.

Feeling the trembling of the person imprisoned in his arms, it seems that it has never been so panic-stricken, its heart can't help but be filled with restlessness, it wants him to panic even more, wants him to panic His eyes were completely overwhelmed by his own reflection, the cold taste of it was in his unruly breath, wanting... wanting him.

Its crimson eyes grew darker.

"Well……"

The body in his arms was trembling, as if he wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't struggle. He grabbed its hand hard and was almost scratched by its long and pointed nails.

Feeling his soul completely trapped in his warm body, it reached out to wrap its arms around the prey in its tense arms, and hugged it tightly.

This is it.

It's all about it.

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As the breeze blew, the hand-made master covered with a small quilt bumped on the little lion, as if having a sweet dream, and yawned but didn't want to wake up.

The delicious wheezing and trembling sounds seemed to fill the ears, and the rich sweet aroma filled the breath.

Even though he knew it was a dream, the apprentice couldn't resist in the dream, so he couldn't help being impulsive.

Feeling that because of waking up from the dream, the lingering touch in the dream is getting weaker and weaker, as if it is far away in the sky. I continued to work hard to draw the talisman, but I didn't expect Fang Shanshui to fall asleep lying on the table at some point, leaning against it, with a somewhat strange expression on his face.

The figurine master jumped off the ink-mobbing little lion mount and floated to Fang Shanshui's cheek, just in time to meet Fang Shanshui who opened his eyes.

Fang Shanshui's face flushed suddenly when he met the master's gaze, and he sat up straight.

He rested his hands on his forehead as if to block the sight of the figurine master, and muttered a few quiet sutras in his mouth to calm his somewhat disordered breathing.

what happened?

The figurine master had some vague guesses, his crimson eyes narrowed, and he looked like he didn't know anything. He slowly approached, climbed up Shanshui's arm that blocked his sight, and walked over mountains and mountains, grabbing his clothes step by step. On the top, with a look of concern about his apprentice's physical condition, he lowered his head and pulled Fang Shanshui away to block his fingers, and put his little head into the gap between the apprentice's fingers, facing his gaze.

Fang Shanshui subconsciously wanted to close his fingers, and found that he had already clamped Master's head between his fingers, as if he had put a guillotine on it. Facing the crimson eyes stuck on the guillotine, Fang Shanshui felt a little guilty. Let go quickly.

Fang Shanshui put down the figurine of Master, and said in a hoarse voice, "...cough, Master, you go to the side to play first."

The figure master looked at Fang Shanshui with a pure face, and put it down unwillingly. His little hand was still clinging to Fang Shanshui's fingers, and he tilted his head curiously, as if asking what happened to Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui caressed his forehead and said, "I don't know why, I just dreamed about the time when I just went down the mountain."

When the figure master heard this, the nails between his fingers instantly became sharp and long, and the apex of his heart and fingertips seemed to be itchy as if they were being passed by a tiny electric current, which confirmed his guess. The thirst seemed to have spread to his soul as well.

It hugged apprentice Fang Shanshui's finger, and its expression changed a few times, but the apprentice Fang Shanshui in front of him didn't pay attention.

Fang Shanshui seems to be still struggling with why he had such a dream. Could it be that he didn't cultivate enough, couldn't get rid of his troubles and desires, and was backlashed by his inner demons?

While Fang Shanshui was thinking, the figurine of the master floated onto his shoulder, pointing to the night outside, the two of them passed away, it was already night,

Fang Shanshui didn't expect that such a long time had passed. The house spirits and ghost servants in the yard had reached a more active time, either playing computer or reading novels, and some used the incense money he earned to gather people to smoke incense.

At this time, Fang Shanshui was pulled up by the figure master: "Master?"

Fang Shanshui didn't struggle, and was dragged into the house by the figurine master all the way, watching the figurine master lock the door and seal all the windows with evil spirit.

Fang Shanshui: "..."

The figurine master let go of Fang Shanshui's hand, floated onto the bed, pulled off the quilt on top, and looked like a virtuous and virtuous disciple warming the quilt.

The figurine master who was nestled under the quilt raised his head, patted the bed for the apprentice who was standing by the door in a daze, and signaled the apprentice to come and sleep.

Fang Shanshui always felt that something was wrong: "Master, did you also have some strange dream just now?"

No.

Absolutely not.

The figure master shook its little head with a pure face, as if all I had were normal dreams, ah bah, I'm a zombie who can't dream.

Fang Shanshui didn't quite believe it.

The figure-figure master used his own pair of small hands to pat the ocean-like quilt under his body, luring the apprentice to come over.

Fang Shanshui felt that something was wrong, and looked suspiciously at the figurine of the master: "Master, is your corpse...will appear again?"

The figurine master was taken aback for a moment, and raised his small hand to touch his shoulder, as if he wanted to grab some figure from his body subconsciously, but he didn't.

The body of the corpse that was about to be chopped off was blown away by it, and all the inseparable desires returned to its body. Now that it is in such a commotion, it seems that it is really possible that the apprentice said.

The figurine master murmured with his chin resting on his hands, but then he cheered up again, and patted the bedding again to call his disciples.

Double repair.

If you want to send a dead body or something, if you double practice a few times, it will probably be cut off, so don't worry about it.

Fang Shanshui looked at it helplessly and amusedly, then walked over and picked up the figurine Master from the mattress.

Fang Shanshui didn't care about double cultivation with his master, but he just had such a dream and was inexplicably at a loss.

In fact, the words of double cultivation are the fusion of spirit and body, a feeling that is more shameful and close to the soul than in the dream.

It’s just that at the time in the dream, Fang Shanshui still only regarded Master as his master, and there was no figure of Master. Later, he got tired of being by his side every day, letting him get used to its ignorant changes and touches, and was suddenly pushed by the master he had always admired... Thinking of the panic and astonishment in the dream, Fang Shanshui now feels a little trembling in his heart.

Just as he was thinking, the figurine master held in his palm suddenly penetrated into his dantian. Fang Shanshui felt that his consciousness seemed to be divided into two. From another angle, he saw the master hugging him in the dantian. Yuanshen.

Fang Shanshui was about to withdraw his consciousness completely and enter the dantian. At this moment, a hand stretched out from behind, and its long and pointed nails gently placed on Fang Shanshui's waist, stopping Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and met the dark red eyes of the master in his dream.

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