Chunyin

Under my questioning, the butterfly demon told me that a very powerful ghost came to the mountain recently, specially to catch those goblins and ghosts with the word "lan" in their hits.

After those unlucky spirits were captured by ghosts, they all had their hearts dug out without exception.In just one month, more than a dozen spirits died in the hands of Guisha in this mountain.The mountain demons panicked, so they all hid down the mountain.Unexpectedly, at the foot of the mountain, there was another little Taoist priest who was just fledgling and meddling in his own business. He was holding a mahogany sword and striking left and right. Everyone had nowhere to hide, so they all took refuge in Huang Lao Taoist's house.

The one lying on the stone was Lan Yao who escaped from the ghost by chance and was chased by a little Taoist priest on the road—fortunately, he met Zhuang Heng on the road and was rescued.

After listening, I nodded in approval - Xiaodie Yao spoke much more clearly than Huang Laodao.

Zhuang Heng had already exposed the wound on Lan Yao's chest, and I stood behind him to watch.Zhuang Heng covered the wound with his hand, Lan Yao frowned and moaned softly.

Although the goblin cultivates a human body, it only has its shape.At this moment, although the shape of the scar on Lan Yao's chest was ferocious, the blood that flowed out was light blue, and the smell in the air was not blood, but an elegant and moist smell of grass and tree juice.This kind of color and smell made the scene in front of me not look bloody and scary at all. The drizzle was falling, and what I saw seemed to be just a withered flower event in the evening of spring.

It's time for the flowers to bloom.The ancients pity and bury flowers, they sympathize with the falling flowers and sympathize with themselves. However, this sympathy is self-inflicted, and it comes from a fascination with beautiful things that have passed away.

I am looking at Lan Yao at the moment, and I have the same feeling.

Lan Yao was born beautifully.

I don't know if the goblins can choose their human form. If they can, then this orchid demon has a very good taste, and the human form they cultivated is very good-looking.

He was lying there, his body as slender as an orchid leaf.A dark green shirt made his skin extremely white, like a piece of white snow or a piece of bright moonlight.His neck was slightly raised due to the pain, so it bent into an extremely graceful arc.The cold sweat on his cheeks, the frowning between his brows, or the drooping eyelashes stained with tears, all show a kind of fragile beauty, and this beauty bursts out more because of the pain he is going through. Fascinating brilliance.

Looking at such a blue demon, I suddenly remembered something, and for a moment I understood what Fu Huan was thinking at that time.

That was when I was just released from prison. Fu Huan was determined to kill me. The guard who guarded me had his orders and used all the torture available in the prison. I was beaten for half of the day and the other half for me. Time is dying.The guards beat me well, tortured me well, and kept me from dying--a fine art indeed, and I think anyone who seeks revenge should learn it.

Once, when I woke up from a coma, Fu Huan appeared in front of my eyes.Fu Huan asked someone to take off my clothes and pants, and I was tied naked to a wooden stake. Fu Huan stood right in front of me, staring at me with cold eyes. He examined me like an exquisite jade.

A ray of light from the skylight of the cell fell right in his face, as if a knife and ax had split him in two.The bright half of Fu Huan's eyes are as bright as blades, indifferent and cruel; while the other half of Fu Huan in the shadows, his gaze falls on me, almost like looking at a broken treasure, his eyes are full of love and obsession.

I was hung up, my whole body was so painful that I couldn't speak, half begging and half provocative, I said to him: "Changting...you hate me so much, just let me die, okay?"

Fu Huan came forward, his eyes fell on me, carefully examining every wound on my body from top to bottom.Then he raised his hand and landed on my chest, his palm brushed over those mottled and hideous wounds, and lingered all the way down my waist.I heard him take deep breaths, like a long-term addiction, and the pleasure he got from it was far greater than the pleasure he got from me through another method.

Like a fish whose scales have been stripped off, I trembled convulsively under his hands due to the pain, and I heard him say, "Who said I hate you?"

He approached me and held my blood-soaked body tightly into his arms. His hands stroked my body, from the shoulder blades to the waist to the buttocks. It felt familiar like the night in the past. The difference was that he His hands intentionally stayed on every wound he passed, and rubbed it hard.

I writhed in his arms, covered in cold sweat from the pain, and covered my head with thick darkness, my throat was hoarse, and I didn't even have the energy to scream.

In a daze, his voice whispered in my ears: "Lan Zheng. I love you, no one loves you more than me at this moment."

I didn't know what my expression was at that time - I couldn't control my expression at that time - but I laughed bitterly in my heart. I was amazed that people can deceive themselves to such an extent, and I was also amazed at Fu Huan's acting He has a full set, but he still didn't forget to lie to me at that time. It can be said to be conscientious, what more can my husband ask for?

However, looking at the suffering Lan Yao at this moment, I suddenly understood that if I was the same as the Lan Yao in Fu Huan's eyes, then Fu Huan really loved me at that time—how strange, he loved me and his To torture me, these two things turned out to be completely incompatible.

Wanting to understand this layer, I gave a soft "tsk" in the drizzle, and secretly sighed: Ah, people, how perverted.