The devil attacks me every day

Meng Qi'an was frightened by Zhuang Nanhai in front of him. He wanted to get close to him, but his sixth sense made him run away. At this moment, Zhuang Nanhai only had endless killing intent, and nothing else.

escape!

Meng Qi'an grabbed Lu Zhixue's tassels and ran out of the cave!

In the depths of Wuya, there are dense forests, and he can't walk with a sword, but can only avoid the slippery moss and run away.He had no time to think about why Zhuang Nanhai changed into a different person. He only knew that the current Zhuang Nanhai was more like an irrational beast, wanting to tear himself to pieces!

The speed of the person behind him was too fast, and the whirring sound of the wind blowing his clothes was getting closer and closer. Meng Qi'an jumped onto a tree trunk with his right foot, hoping to use the complicated terrain to avoid the attack behind him, but he did not escape. After taking a few steps, Meng Qi'an's shoulder was clasped by his powerful palm, and he rolled directly down from the branch!

pain.

His back was pressed against a dead wood under a big tree, and his back was in severe pain, and the pain spread to his chest.He couldn't help coughing twice, only to feel that the air in his lungs was almost squeezed out.

"Zhuang...Zhuang Nanhai..."

Zhuang Nanhai's name struggled out of his throat, and he met his scarlet eyes, as if looking at a monster from hell.

"Cough..." His head seemed to explode, Zhuang Nanhai clasped his neck tightly, the pain from lack of oxygen made it extremely difficult for him to say a word: "No...don't..."

Suffocation and despair made him resist instinctively.

The young man held Zhuang Nanhai's hot palm with trembling hands.

His soft, slightly icy touch spread directly from the back of his hand to Zhuang Nanhai's heart. The heart that was almost burst due to the boiling blood in his body seemed to be relieved a bit by the sweet spring.

Meng Qi'an's neck was tightly restrained, and the severe pain in his chest caused him to almost faint.His face was getting redder and redder, and his hands were resting on Zhuang Nanhai's chest, getting weaker and weaker.

Maybe his hands were too soft.

Maybe it was the young man's voice that made him regain his sanity.

Zhuang Nanhai let go of his hand suddenly, his blood-red eyes became lighter, and his voice trembled: "Go..."

"Let's go..." His voice was hoarse and rough, and part of the ink color recovered in his blood-colored strange eyes: "Quick...go...quick..."

"Cough...cough..." Even though Zhuang Nanhai's hands left his neck, Meng Qi'an still felt that those hands were still ruthlessly pinching his neck.

Even though he cared about Zhuang Nanhai, the most urgent thing to do was to save himself first. Meng Qi'an took advantage of him recovering a little bit of sanity, trembling footsteps, but getting faster and faster step by step, and quickly fled here.

The movement behind him was getting farther and farther away, thinking that Zhuang Nanhai had not chased after him for the time being, Meng Qi'an finally had time to care about his throat that was about to break, and took out a few Qi Condensation Pills from Nahaizhu and swallowed them all at once, the warming power of the medicine permeated the air The whole body, barely made his bruised neck feel better.

The depths of Boundless fell silent.

The night was getting darker and darker, Meng Qi'an shuttled through the dense forest, with dead branches creaking under his feet.

"Mr. Meng, what's wrong with the master...it's terrible..." Lu Zhixue was almost shattered by Zhuang Nanhai's spiritual power ripples just now, and at this moment, he felt lingering fear and fear.

Meng Qi'an didn't know, he was also looking for the answer.

He didn't even know where to flee, and the chances of winning if he confronted Zhuang Nanhai head-on.

However, Zhuang Nanhai seems to have forgotten how to cast spells at the moment, and he can only use his physical strength to suppress it forcefully.

No, no.

Even if Zhuang Nanhai has become like this now, he is still Zhuang Nanhai.Meng Qi'an couldn't hurt him.

"Don't worry." Meng Qi'an comforted Lu Zhixue, and tied her tassel around his waist, "Trust him, he will make it through."

There is a big monster hiding in the depths of Wuya. He and Zhuang Nanhai hid in the cave to cover up all auras, and they can also avoid the prying eyes of monsters in Wuya.

Now he is rampaging in Wuya without any purpose, maybe he accidentally stepped into the territory of a certain big monster.

In the depths of Wuya, the terrain is extremely steep, and a cliff cuts an unfathomable rift. Meng Qi'an glanced down, and the dense fog and night merged, which was shocking.

Zhuang Nanhai didn't give Meng Qi'an time to make a choice.

After waking up for a short time, his forceful return to consciousness was taken away again, his heart was frozen, but his body became hot under the strange fluctuations of yellow spiritual power.He only felt that he was in the hell of ice and fire, and his remaining sanity was burned away!

The wind carried the faint scent of the young man's body and the smell of sweat.

His eyes, which were half black and half red, were stained with blood bit by bit, and then the bloodthirsty mania made him find the target in the dense forest. After locking on, he jumped and chased after him.

"Boom."

The heavy object jumped up and stomped on the ground making a sound.

Meng Qi'an turned around and met a pair of blood eyes.

"Master is catching up!" Lu Zhixue screamed in fright, "Mr. Meng, run away!"

With a cliff behind him and an out-of-control friend in front of him, Meng Qi'an didn't want to fight Zhuang Nanhai, so he simply gritted his teeth, summoned the Chiyang Sword, took a deep breath and jumped!

Zhuang Nanhai was as fast as a gust of wind!

The next moment he appeared on the edge of the cliff, grabbed Meng Qi'an's arm with one hand, and dragged him back abruptly!

"Ah!" Meng Qi'an's right shoulder was almost dislocated, and he couldn't help cursing: "If you wake up and I don't beat you back, I won't be called Meng Zhao! Hiss...it hurts, let go!"

"Ho..." The pair of red eyes approached him, but the hands did not loosen, still tugging at him.

Those hands slowly moved up from Meng Qi'an's arms and stopped on his warm neck.

Gudong.

Meng Qi'an was full of thoughts about whether to have a good fight with him, but for the time being his neck was in Zhuang Nanhai's hands, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

He recalled that Zhuang Nanhai withdrew once before, and that time, it seemed to be when he was showing weakness.He immediately raised his other hand to block in front of him, approaching Zhuang Nanhai's approaching face.

Zhuang Nanhai's approaching face stopped in front of his palm, as if distinguishing his smell, he paused for a few seconds.

"Zhuang Nanhai..." Meng Qi'an tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, repeating his name over and over again.

His voice was trembling and panting, and his fingertips approached, touching Zhuang Nanhai's hot cheek, and then slowly stroking from the corners of his eyes to the tip of his nose, the corners of his lips, and even his hair.

The young man's fingers were slightly cold.

Such coolness and softness made Zhuang Nanhai stunned, his empty mind was simply nostalgic for such a touch.

He squatted blankly in front of Meng Qi'an, his blood-colored eyes slowly closed, his tall and powerful body almost enveloped Meng Qi'an, but he was as quiet as a child.

A child longing to be touched.

"Zhuang Qing... Zhuang Nanhai?" Seeing that this method was effective, Meng Qi'an slowly moved his butt.His fingertips were still on his cheeks, and beads of sweat slid down from his temples.

It wasn't just fog or sweat, his whole body was slightly cold and damp, and his clothes were sticky to his body.

"Very good..." Meng Qi'an quietly moved back, "Yes, that's it..."

The quiet Zhuang Nanhai didn't move, but squatted in front of him with his eyes closed.

Meng Qi'an didn't know what he was thinking, and whether his quietness was about to come, or was it true peace.

But no matter what, he had to get himself out of this predicament first.

"Obey... that's it..." Meng Qi'an took another step back, accidentally leaving Zhuang Nanhai's cheek with his fingertips.

The next moment, those eyes opened, and the ink turned into blood.

Oops!

Meng Qi'an immediately put his hand back, but the murderous intent in those bloody eyes did not subside. He looked at himself coldly, wishing to tear him apart and devour him!

run run run!

Meng Qi'an was about to run away again, but this time Zhuang Nanhai's reaction was quicker, and he directly pressed his shoulders on the gravel-filled ground.

"Ouch..." He looked at those cold blood eyes and became angry, "Do you really think that I dare not fight back!"

He didn't beat him tonight because he was calculated by Shu Cangzhu, but Zhuang Nanhai lost control again and again. face.

Zhuang Nanhai's face was slightly missed.

Meng Qi'an didn't hold back his hand, and when he turned his face back, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.

"Let you let go... your hand!" He bent his knees and hit Zhuang Nanhai's abdomen hard.

I thought he would let go, but Meng Qi'an's knee hurt, Zhuang Nanhai didn't let go, his head dropped and landed directly on his neck.

The scalding skin pressed every inch of Meng Qi'an's neck, causing him to panic inexplicably, and the fist he was about to swing loosened.

"..." Warm, moist, little by little.

He, he was biting himself!

Meng Qi'an's whole body became stiff due to the sudden licking, and his mind immediately went blank.

His breath was so close, carrying his body temperature up from his shoulders and neck.The murderous and brutal movements just now became soft for some reason, and bit by bit, he bit his neck and wrapped his earlobe in his mouth.

"Hmm..." Meng Qi'an couldn't help but make a sound.

So itchy, so hot, so crispy, so numb, so strange feeling.

He didn't want to admit this, but his hands softened, and he subconsciously supported Zhuang Nanhai's back.

how so.

Originally, he hated being touched by others the most. Even Xu Xiaofei's spiritual power flooded his body, and his soul strongly rejected it.

But Zhuang Nanhai was so close to him, so intimacy, he had crossed the boundary between friends and forced his way into his world, but Meng Qi'an... didn't hate it.

Meng Qi'an only felt that his ears were terribly hot. Even though Zhuang Nanhai let go of it, and the cool night wind blew on the wet earlobe, it was still very hot, burning into his heart.

The moist touch kept going upwards, igniting a hot flame on Meng Qi'an's skin wherever it touched, every time he moved, Meng Qi'an became softer.

Such feelings should be tormenting, abrupt, and wanting to refuse.

But Meng Qi'an was contradictory, feeling, and even immersed in it.

Hot breath intertwined, every breath of Meng Qi'an was filled with the smell of another person, he felt that he was being licked by a big dog, over and over again, tirelessly, just to leave his own smell on his body.

"Zhuang, Zhuang Nanhai..." His voice was extremely trembling, and the end of his voice rose unconsciously, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

Zhuang Nanhai's nose brushed against the tip of his nose, and then his breath fell closer and closer.

His eyes were like blood, but there was nostalgia in his eyes.

Gudong.

Meng Qi'an was worried.

Soon, the fiery kiss moved from his forehead to the center of the brow, slid down, licked the tip of his slightly cold nose, and then sucked his lips.

The tassels around the waist were covered by a burst of light and mist, which cut off all communication with the outside world.

The author has something to say: Across 170 chapters and 50 words, my two sons finally kissed each other! ! !

The old mother's tears were shed.