Master, he never speaks

Zhu Jixiu is a very contradictory person. On the one hand, he wished that Zhu Hanshuang would die, so he crushed Zhu Hanshuang's two wrists with his own hands. He wanted Zhu Hanshuang to try it too. He was in the deserted Fox God Valley. , What kind of pain did you experience.

The more advanced spells and swordsmanship, the more difficult it is to practice, and it took Zhu Jixiu only ten years to learn the most advanced fox swordsmanship and spells. The hardships and sufferings involved , only Zhu Jixiu himself knows.

But on the other hand, after Zhu Jixiu made the move, his heart felt sore. He felt happy because he took revenge on Zhu Hanshuang, but felt sad because he hurt Zhu Hanshuang. This kind of feeling is really too complicated , various entangled together.

Zhu Jixiu: "..."

Zhu Hanshuang's body was stiff, and now he didn't know how to get along with Zhu Jixiu. He had thought about this matter in his mind before, and even simulated this scene in his mind.

Zhu Hanshuang thought very well, but when things really happened, all his assumptions and ideas were useless, he couldn't remember anything, but his heart was beating very fast.

Zhu Jixiu's fingers were resting on his pulse, and the pulse was beating little by little, with bright red hot blood flowing inside, Zhu Hanshuang's blood vessels were very thin, Zhu Jixiu looked down at that place, his eyes were deep, staring at After a few seconds, I stroked it lightly with my fingertips.

Zhu Hanshuang: "!"

Zhu Hanshuang moved her arm sensitively, but Zhu Jixiu held her wrist firmly. The bones in the wrist were broken. Zhu Hanshuang's pinching made Zhu Hanshuang grunt in pain, and her body began to break out in cold sweat .

Zhu Jixiu: "..."

Zhu Jixiu also noticed that he was a bit heavy just now. He pursed his lips and looked at Zhu Hanshuang's neck that was exposed outside the quilt. The straight and white neck was exposed in Zhu Jixiu's field of vision without any shelter. The little fox cub subconsciously ground his teeth.

Zhu Jixiu: "Tell me about you, who are you seducing?"

Zhu Jixiu chuckled, he really wanted to forcefully destroy the meridians in both of Zhu Hanshuang's hands, turning Zhu Hanshuang into a complete useless person, when the number one swordsman in the world couldn't hold his sword , Then what is the difference between him and ordinary people?

This idea is a little crazy, even a little bold, but no matter what, this idea is crazily hovering in Zhu Jixiu's heart. He wants to do this very much. He wants to turn Zhu Hanshuang into a... thoroughly Waste that belongs only to myself.

Zhu Jixiu: "..."

Zhu Jixiu lowered his head and looked at Zhu Hanshuang's hand. Zhu Hanshuang's hand was very good-looking. The finger bones were soft and slender. Because of holding the sword all the year round, the fingertips were slightly callused, but it was not hard to the touch and was very comfortable. , the bone line of the wrist is perfect, with a little roundness.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master's hands are so beautiful."

Zhu Jixiu played with Zhu Hanshuang's fingers, his movements looked gentle and affectionate, but the emotion in his eyes was very cold, and he said softly:

Zhu Jixiu: "Just like Master pushing me off the cliff, when the sword stabbed my chest, Master's hand holding the sword...would it shake?"

Zhu Jixiu spoke very slowly, speaking word by word, as if he wanted Zhu Hanshuang to hear what he said clearly, and his fingers also squeezed Zhu Hanshuang's joints bit by bit.

Zhu Jixiu: "Shouldn't be shaking, how could it be? After all, with that strength, that angle, even if Master's hand shakes a little, it's impossible to stab so accurately."

Even if Zhu Hanshuang trembled a little when he stabbed him in the heart with the sword, it is impossible for Zhu Jixiu to hate Zhu Hanshuang so much today.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, you said... I will abolish your hand, okay?"

Zhu Jixiu looked at Zhu Hanshuang's stiff back with a smile, and his body leaned down bit by bit, his lips touched Zhu Hanshuang's coveted nape of his neck, speaking in a tone like a lover's murmur, and he continued road:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, why didn't you say a word to me? When you were at Tianyadi, you said that you didn't want me anymore. Your attitude was so firm and your tone was so cold. Can you have even A trace of regret?"

Hearing this, Zhu Hanshuang lowered his eyelids halfway. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to say to Zhu Jixiu at all. The person who was at Tianyadi that day was not him at all, but the strongest AI sent by the main god, but these words... ... Zhu Hanshuang couldn't even say it.

Just when Zhu Hanshuang was thinking about countermeasures, a tingling sensation suddenly came from the back of her neck, which made Zhu Hanshuang let out a little scream:

Zhu Hanshuang: "Ah..."

It turned out that Zhu Jixiu bit the back of his neck fiercely. His canine teeth were a bit sharper than ordinary people because of being a half-demon. In addition, when he bit Zhu Hanshuang, he used [-]% of his strength. , The canine teeth directly penetrated Zhu Hanshuang's skin.

Zhu Hanshuang: "It hurts..."

Zhu Hanshuang couldn't help uttering a word, it was really painful, his body was shaking, the back of his neck was the most sensitive part of his body, it was impossible for Zhu Jixiu not to know that was his sensitive spot, but He chose this place to bite.

After Zhu Jixiu bit it, he didn't let go, but like a wild beast catching its prey, he firmly grasped Zhu Hanshuang's neck, thick blood flowed out from the wound, staining Zhu Jixiu's lips, The smell of blood filled Zhu Jixiu's mouth.

Zhu Hanshuang: "..."

But Zhu Jixiu didn't find the smell of blood unpleasant. After three seconds, he finally let go of his canine teeth and let go of Zhu Hanshuang's poor neck. blood.

Monsters are blood eaters. After Zhu Jixiu practiced the spells of the fox clan, the genes in his body were more inclined to the fox clan, so he liked the smell of Zhu Hanshuang's blood, or it should be said, what kind of blood does Zhu Hanshuang have? He likes everything very much.

Zhu Jixiu was happy, but Zhu Hanshuang suffered. His wrist was crushed by Zhu Jixiu, and the back of his neck was bitten by Zhu Jixiu. The pain in his body was doubled, and his whole body was like a miserable flower. The little white flower on the bed collapsed on the bed, unable to move.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, oh, why did you bite so deeply?"

Zhu Jixiu straightened up, and through the light, he saw clearly the mess on the back of Zhu Hanshuang's neck, which was obviously caused by himself, but he wanted to pretend to be pitiful:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, it must be very painful. It looks like the wound is quite deep."

Zhu Hanshuang: "..."

Of course Zhu Hanshuang was in pain, but he had expected this day to come, so he couldn't think of a better way than to endure it silently.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, come back to Fox God Valley with me."

To a place where only the two of us exist.