The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling closed her eyes subconsciously, and the kiss was about to end, but the back of her head was suddenly pinned down.

The strength of Xie Qing's pull made people unable to break free, and then Rong Ling's lips and teeth were pried open, and her kiss drove straight in, as if she wanted to completely occupy Rong Ling until it melted into flesh and blood.

Rong Ling was almost out of breath. She felt that her lips were about to be bitten by Xie Qingwan's blunt movements. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand to push him away, but the strength was soft and had no effect.

It wasn't until Xie Qingwan realized that she really couldn't bear it anymore that she reluctantly stepped back half an inch.

It's just that she cupped Rong Ling's cheeks with both hands, pressing against her forehead, and her lips rubbed against Rong Ling's bright red lips.

"Master, don't tempt me like this." Xie Qingwan's voice was a little hoarse.

She said it as if if she didn't seduce her, she would do nothing, Rong Ling thought to himself.

While Rong Ling was thinking, Xie Qingwan had already picked him up and walked to Baiyu's bedside.

Sitting in the soft quilt, her face was like falling into the clouds, her long hair was scattered between the pillows like a waterfall, Xie Qingwan's blood was nowhere to be released, and her hands began to move dishonestly around her waist: "Mr. Respect..."

She nibbled the soft flesh beside Rong Ling's cheek, little by little, with nostalgia and obsession.

"Don't..." When her movement continued downward, Rong Ling stopped her voice.

Having not rested for more than a dozen hours, Rong Ling suspected that if this continued, he would be tortured until he died.

She held Xie Qingwan's hand, preventing her from making another move.

Xie Qingwan held Rong Ling's slender and boneless catkin instead, leaned close to her ear, and said with a light smile: "Master, can't you do it?"

Her voice was low and hoarse, like a feather tickling her heart, Rong Ling felt as if she was being ironed away by this voice, and she was dizzy and didn't know how to react.

Xie Qingwan was so teased by her appearance that his heart softened, and he couldn't help but kiss her on the center of her forehead like a superficial kiss: "Hey, go to sleep."

Rong Ling wanted to sleep peacefully, but Xie Qingwan was still unwilling to settle down, lowering her head on her white and tender swan neck, nibbling and leaving delicate kisses one after another.

"Stop making trouble..." She pushed Xie Qingwan's shoulder impatiently, how could Rong Ling fall asleep when she was making noise over and over again.

Xie Qingwan was not annoyed, grabbed her hand, and asked in a low voice: "I know Master can't resist, do you want to try something else?"

what else?Rong Ling was keenly aware that something was wrong. As soon as she opened her eyes, Xie Qingwan came over with her fingers interlocked: "For example... soul grant?"

Where is Xie Qingwan asking, she is clearly just telling, without waiting for Rong Ling to answer, she has already taken the next step.

The spiritual consciousness was instantly occupied by some kind of strange outsider. Originally, in Rong Ling's altar, it was as cold as snow on a high mountain, but it was dyed with a different temperature by Xie Qingwan's demon soul.

It was only then that Rong Ling understood what the so-called soul transfer was. The soul that had never been contaminated by the outside world seemed to repel intrusion.

The soul of a cultivator is so important, if someone kills him, he can directly kill him.

There are even many cultivators who practice sideways, turn to the spiritual consciousness of the same sect, and take the opportunity to steal other people's cultivation base.

Because of the spiritual consciousness of a monk, except for the closest relatives, only those who trust him wholeheartedly can dare to show it to outsiders.

Even many Taoist couples will not enter each other's consciousness.

Xie Qingwan's demon soul was too powerful, and Rong Ling had no way to resist at all. The divine soul that resisted at first was finally wrapped up by the powerful demon soul, allowing it to dominate at will.

But now Rong Ling's soul is completely controlled by Xie Qingwan, allowing her to control it over and over again, which is far more trembling than the previous entanglements.

His soul was invaded, his whole body seemed to be submerged in water, he was ups and downs in it with a suffocating feeling of dying, and he let his soul be swallowed up by Xie Qingwan bit by bit.

Never had such a unique experience before, Rong Ling's long eyelashes trembled with his eyes tightly closed, and tears dripped from the end of his eyes.

She even regretted her previous decision to give it a try, for a clingy demon king like Xie Qingwan, she had no luck at all to endure it.

It was obvious that he had just bathed in the hot spring once, until finally Rong Ling had to be hugged by Xie Qing again and submerged in the hot spring again.

The long hair was sticky against the back of the neck, which was extremely uncomfortable. Rong Ling wanted to get rid of this sticky feeling, but because he didn't even bother to lift his hands, he could only move his head with a frown.

Immediately, she seemed to hear a chuckle from the top of her head, and then the long hair sticking to her skin was picked away by a bony hand.

Xie Qingwan had never seen Rong Ling like this before, even though she knew that she came here by despicable force, she was still extremely satisfied.

She let Rong Ling stick to her softly, and patiently cleaned her up...

When Rong Ling woke up, the red tent was still on top of her head, and the shark beads hanging on the bed were shining brightly. She rubbed her forehead involuntarily, she couldn't remember how many days it was since she came to the demon world.

After all, there is no alternation of day and night here, and Rong Ling has been lingering with Xie Qing in the bed, so it is inevitable that the time will be messed up.

She stood up, but the vines tied around her wrists still did not disappear.

She had to find a way to untie this thing, Rong Ling pursed her lips in thought, the matter of Sect Master Bai hadn't been resolved yet, she couldn't take it lightly, it didn't feel good to have no mana.

Just when Rong Ling was thinking this way, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, Xie Qingwan walked to Rong Ling's side, and hugged her from behind: "What is Master thinking?"

"This..." Rong Ling raised his hand to signal, "Can you untie it?"

The green vines made her slender wrists whiter, Xie Qingwan's eyes couldn't help but darken: "Is this not good? I think it matches you very well."

Before Rong Ling could speak, Xie Qingwan bit Rong Ling's earlobe again: "But if Master really wants to untie it, it's not impossible."

Rong Ling raised his eyes suspiciously, when was Xie Qingwan so talkative?

Sure enough, the next second Xie Qingwan put forward a condition: "Master forms a bond with me, and I will untie it for you, okay?"

There are two types of contracts in the cultivation world, one is the master-servant contract between monks and spirit beasts, and the other is the marriage contract between Taoist couples.

Xie Qingwan was of course talking about the latter, and Rong Ling rejected her proposal almost without thinking about it.

Not to mention that I have no intention of becoming a Taoist couple with her, what's more, if we do get married, the marriage contract is engraved in the soul, even if Xie Qingwan breaks the catastrophe and becomes a fairy in the future, it will still be her way Lover, what if she remembers hating herself?

Seeing that Rong Ling didn't say a word, Xie Qingwan guessed that she was unwilling.

This was in Xie Qingwan's expectation, Rong Ling was cold and hard by nature, how could he be so talkative.

Even so, Xie Qingwan still couldn't hold back the unwillingness in his heart, his eyes were dark and deep: "Master, you don't want to?"

"Marriage is an important matter, not to be trifled with." Rong Ling said word by word.

Xie Qingwan was amused by her words, and his finger went around Rong Ling's shoulder, and landed on the rosy part of her collarbone: "Master has played with me so many times, so it doesn't matter one more time. ?”

She meant something, and slowly rubbing it, Rong Ling couldn't help but recall those unbearable memories in his mind, and grabbed Xie Qingwan's hand to keep her from moving.

Her palm was slightly cool, and it was still a little wet. Xie Qingwan felt better after being wrapped in this softness, and pecked on Rong Ling's face: "If Master wants to release this restriction, it's not bad Okay, maybe you can tell me something I like to hear, and when the disciple is in a good mood, I will let you know."

Say something nice?

Rong Ling was a little puzzled, he didn't know what it meant to sound good.

Her cold face, which is as hard to melt as ice and snow, is a bit ignorant at the moment, exuding an unknowing allure, Xie Qingwan couldn't hold back her throat moving, holding her in his arms as if afraid of Rong Ling's escape The shackles became tighter: "Hey, call me by my name."

It's just a name, I've called it hundreds of times, what's so strange, Rong Ling's voice is cold: "Xie Qingwan..."

"No..." Xie Qingwan played with her delicate fingers with his palm, "Why is there such a relationship between Master and me?"

Score?

Rong Ling understood in a daze, and her lips parted slightly: "Light pull?"

Just two words, invisible, filled Xie Qingwan's heart, it was so full that it was about to overflow, she hummed, and said as if encouraging: "Master, call again?"

Rong Ling felt like a child being teased at the moment, but she didn't feel disgusted by this feeling: "Qingwan... um..."

Before she finished speaking, Xie Qingwan's lips were blocked with ease.

Teeth and tongue intertwined, Xie Qingwan's comfort that he had nowhere to release was vented back to Rong Ling's glistening lips.

The two hugged each other like this, and Rong Ling had to fall down again.

Although Xie Qingwan has tasted her taste countless times, she can feel new happiness every time.

This kind of extreme happiness is incomparable to anything, Xie Qingwan can only feel completely satisfied only when he completely owns Rong Ling, watching her blushing and her heartbeat, and even the small whispers between her lips being under his control.

Xie Qingwan was satisfied, and Rong Ling's request was naturally answered.

The vine that had been tied around her wrist was like a swimming snake, slowly retreating from Rong Ling's arm and back into Xie Qingwan's sleeve.

The feeling of being controlled by others finally disappeared, and the wrist suddenly became empty, which made people not used to it. Rong Ling moved his wrist lazily, feeling the abundant spiritual power returning to his body.

Not only that, but her spiritual power seems to have increased a lot, presumably it has something to do with Xie Qingwan's careful nourishment in the past few days.

Rong Ling was so focused on reorganizing the spiritual power in his body that he didn't realize that Xie Qingwan, who was beside him, had been staring at him intently since he took back the vines, as if he was afraid that he would fight her the moment he got back the spiritual power.