Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

"What should I do to please Lord Montenegro?"

When he said the last sentence, Huaisheng's pale and handsome cheeks had a slight blush, and a kind of extremely gloomy and crazy sickness and madness flowed from the depths of his pupils.

This is a madman, a reasonably sane madman.

He is ambitious, strategic, ruthless, knows how to judge the situation, and knows how to use everything that can be used.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Huaisheng's blushing face, pretending to be docile, but showing sharpness and sickness. She moved her fingertips slightly, and with a little force, her nails scratched the skin of Huaisheng's face, leaving a scar on it. A scar about two centimeters.

At this moment, Huaisheng slightly frowned at the small stabbing pain on his face, but he relaxed it quickly.

Dazzling blood came out from the wound, it was the same red color as human blood, and it was particularly obvious on Huaisheng's pale skin.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Fu Zhenhong lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze fell on the scarlet blood stained on her fingertips, and she slowly opened her mouth, "You want to please me?" He asked Huaisheng, but he didn't move his gaze to Huaisheng.

At this moment, due to his height, Huai Sheng, who was a few centimeters taller than Fu Zhenhong, could clearly see the slender eyelashes of the big monster in front of him like a butterfly made of ink. The line bends into a seductive arc, casting a long and narrow black shadow on the eyelids.

In the air filled with a faint smell of blood, Huaisheng also smelled another smell, which is an extremely cold and quiet unique dark fragrance. It is obviously not a particularly strong smell, but when it pours into the tip of his nose, it is It made him feel some itch that couldn't go away.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he opened his lips slightly. Just as he was about to answer Fu Zhenhong's words, Fu Zhenhong suddenly smiled. He raised his eyelids, and put the cold fingertips stained with scarlet blood on Huaisheng's lips superior.

"Lick it clean."

Fu Zhenhong spoke in an imperative tone that could not be refused.

His dark eyes are like a deep ancient well, and also like a dangerous and unpredictable whirlpool. If you stare at it for a long time, you will be easily pulled into the boundless abyss by these eyes.

It is a danger that has been poisoned, but it is also extremely coquettish.

Huaisheng's eyes flashed, and then he stuck out the tip of his tongue, and started to suck the bright red blood on the fingertips with the warm and moist softness.

He was licking off his own blood bit by bit, and seemed to be savoring the round and delicate fingers delicately and intoxicated.

Black hair hangs down from his temples, his sickly pale face faintly reveals an evil and dissolute smile, his eyes are dark and deep, and his sticky and slippery tongue skillfully rolls over Fu Zhen The red-boned knuckles are full of a kind of erotic and voluptuous presumptuousness.

After Huaisheng licked all the blood off Fu Zhenhong's fingertips, he withdrew his nimble tongue. Now, although Fu Zhenhong's fingers were no longer glaringly red and bloody, they became somewhat moist. Under the illumination of the candlelight in the hall, it became more and more radiant and lustrous.

Fu Zhenhong showed a look of disgust on his face: "It's really dirty."

I don't know if it is the saliva that belongs to Huaisheng on the fingers, or Huaisheng, the dryad itself, or both.

Huaisheng's body froze for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal in the next second, but an extremely obscure shadow of prey flashed in the depths of his green pupils, and it was so fleeting that it was almost too late for people to catch it.

"Mu Tong." Fu Zhenhong turned her head and called out lightly.

Hearing this, Mu Tong, who had been acting as the background board silently, walked to Fu Zhenhong's side, took out a handkerchief and slowly began to wipe the little wetness on Fu Zhenhong's fingers created by Huaisheng.

Mu Tong's movements were very gentle, meticulous and careful, every inch was wiped, as if to wipe off all the dirty things that did not belong to the owner.

Huaisheng loosened and tightened the hand hanging by his side, and after going back and forth several times, he finally calmed down completely, but his disdain for Mu Tong in his heart grew a bit more.

Montenegro has practiced for thousands of years, and his mana is so powerful, so it's okay to dislike him. How dare a mere human being here?

Fortunately, it's just a thoughtless puppet, and it doesn't pose any threat.

"You go back now." Fu Zhenhong looked at Huaisheng, and said calmly, "As for the scholar, you can continue to send Xiaoqian and Liuli to watch over him, and I have my own plans for the rest."

Huaisheng nodded, "Then Huaisheng will leave first."

Fu Zhenhong waved her hand and said no more.

Huai Sheng bowed and left the hall.

After going out, Huaisheng put on the black robe again. He touched the wound on his cheek that was cut by Heishan, and the corners of his lips curled into an extremely sharp and aggressive thin arc.

"Master Montenegro..."

There was an elusive sigh in his voice, and a thoughtful dark halo appeared in the depths of his eyes.

...............

On the second day, inside Lanruo Temple.

Ning Caichen woke up from a sleepless night with bruises under his eyes.

It was raining densely and densely outside the window. It was supposed to be a beautiful morning when the sun first appeared, but the sky was still covered with dark clouds, gray and drowsy.

Hearing the sound of raindrops falling, Ning Caichen rubbed his eyes, then stood up and adjusted his posture.

He walked to the window, looked up and looked out of the window, the heavy humidity smudged into the air, in the cold wind, black clouds squeezed the sky, and the atmosphere of the whole Nanlai Town was oppressive and dull.

Ning Caichen pursed his thin lips, feeling a bit out of sorts.

He wanted to continue on his way, but the rain was too heavy, the mountain road was slippery, and the mud was loose. If he didn't pay attention, he would easily fall into the danger of rock collapse.

Under a big tree more than ten meters away from the side hall, a man and a woman were staring in the direction of Ning Caichen.

An aged woman in a thin purple shirt complained with a gloomy face: "This damn weather, it's raining all the time, if this Ning Caichen stays in Lanruo Temple and doesn't come out, we won't be able to get close to him with that stinky Taoist priest there." .”

Compared to the banshee's impatience, the man in white has a cold face, and there is not much expression change on his fair and delicate face.

Liuli complained, but got no response, so she turned her head and glanced at Nie Xiaoqian who was silent.

Although she hated this male ghost for always acting as if he didn't touch any mud, Liuli had to admit that Nie Xiaoqian did have a very good appearance, cool and noble, tall and tall, like a bright moon, There is a kind of splendor and elegance, like the son of an aristocratic family.

But no matter how high-minded they are, they are still subject to the dryads like them banshees, and they have done the nasty thing of seizing human yang energy.

Whether it's jealousy or envy, Liuli just hates Nie Xiaoqian who has done bad things, seduced her prey with her beauty, and pretends to be a clean and noble hypocrite.

Liuli stared at Nie Xiaoqian's profile for two seconds, then turned her eyes, as if suddenly thinking of something, and said to Nie Xiaoqian: "Xiaoqian, it is said that this man knows men best. Dress up and appear, and the eyes of those stinky men will be easily drawn away from our sisters, why don't you try that Taoist priest, maybe he will be confused by you."

Hearing this, Nie Xiaoqian gave Liuli a cold look, and said calmly, "If I kill you now and say that Taoist did it, do you think that tree spirit will blame me?"

Liuli's pupils shrank suddenly, subconsciously took two steps back, and said with a dry smile, "I'm just joking with you, Xiaoqian."

"Is that so?" Nie Xiaoqian said lightly, "But I'm not joking with you anymore."

There was a delicate sweat on Liuli's forehead, and she couldn't help taking a few steps back.She knew that what Nie Xiaoqian said was true, and the murderous intent hidden in the other party's phoenix eyes was enough to show that this was not a joke. If she kept talking nonsense like this, she might be directly killed by Nie Xiaoqian.

Liuli secretly scolded herself for being cheap, knowing that no matter how cold and noble Nie Xiaoqian looks on the surface, she is actually not a soft-hearted ghost, but she still can't help but feel angry at her.

"Xiaoqian, I also want to finish the task assigned by grandma earlier, just now you just pretended that I didn't say anything." Liuli smiled apologetically: "Why don't you go to rest for a while, or go find the prey that you will hand over to grandma in two days. Here I am watching."

Nie Xiaoqian stared at Liuli for two seconds, "Don't act carelessly."

The Taoist priests in the main hall should have known their existence long ago. Nie Xiaoqian still can't figure out why the Taoist priests stayed there without doing anything, but if there is any change on their side, this delicate balance is bound to be inevitable. will be broken.

The tree spirit's instructions were only to let them stare at the white-clothed scholar inside, so, for Nie Xiaoqian, this state of superficial balance at this stage is undoubtedly the most worry-free.

He didn't want to make things more complicated because of Liuli, so he said this on purpose before leaving.

Liuli nodded: "It's natural."

Liuli is not stupid, although she often can't control her mouth because of jealousy and other emotions, she still has the thoughts she should have.She understood what Nie Xiaoqian meant, now that her mission and Nie Xiaoqian's mission were tied together, Liuli would not cause trouble by doing stupid things by herself.

These monsters who are controlled by the dryad will offer a prey with the highest quality of yang energy to the dryad every month. In two days, it will be the end of this month, which also happens to be the full moon of the leap month of the leap year.

Her prey had been delivered to the dryad five days ago.

And among these monsters, only Nie Xiaoqian remained without any movement.

Nie Xiaoqian, relying on her cultivation, hadn't handed in her prey for several years, or she hadn't searched for a candidate at all, but the end of the month after two days was different from every time in the past.

In the leap month of the leap year, when the moon is full at the time of the child, on this day, there is a lot of cloudiness, the ghost market is open, and a hundred ghosts are walking at night.

If Nie Xiaoqian didn't come up with another tribute, even if she was highly valued by her grandma on weekdays, there would definitely be no good fruit in the end.

Liuli thought gloatingly, an extremely sinister sneer appeared on her gorgeous red lips.

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Today's rain fell into the evening in one fell swoop.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that the rain slowly stopped.

Ning Caichen originally wanted to continue on his way, but it was getting late at night, and Nanlai Town was very evil, so it was not safe to walk at night.In the end, after struggling for a minute, he decided to stay in Lanruo Temple for the night.

With a highly cultivated Taoist priest staying with him, Ning Caichen was not worried that other monsters would come to him.

On the other side, after Fu Zhenhong came out of the city of death in vain, she concealed her demon powers and disguised herself as an ordinary person.

In the light rain, he walked slowly into the woods with an oil-paper umbrella and walked on the road to Lanruo Temple.

Nie Xiaoqian was sitting on a tree. He used his power to block the raindrops falling on him, and took a nap with his eyes closed.He was very tired of being subject to the dryad's state, but there was nothing he could do.

Two days later, he had to hand over a man with pure yang energy to the dryad, no matter how disgusted he was, he had to do it.

The thoughts in his mind made Nie Xiaoqian unable to calm down and rest completely. Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt an extremely thick and special yang energy approaching him in the air.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer, Nie Xiaoqian slowly opened her eyes, followed the source of the sound and looked over, what caught her eyes was a light yellow oiled paper umbrella.