When the devil

Wei Ling glanced at her coldly. He lacked memory of the days when he was unconscious, and was not very clear about the passage of time. Leaving aside the vacancy of nearly two years, for this silver fox, he still stayed in the Guo family who was locked up not long ago. The look of the prison.But now in front of him, both his aura and his attitude were completely different.

Shen Feihuan stood still, as if he didn't take Yinhu's words seriously, he touched the tip of his nose, thought for a while, and said, "Then my work for today will be finished?"

Silver Fox squinted at him: "Are you deaf or stupid? I'll let you send these two."

Although Shen Feihuan was smiling, his eyes were calm: "The pavilion master didn't say that I want to obey your orders."

Silver Fox's face darkened, and he let out a cold snort from his nose: "Forget it, I never expected that mortals would be of any use." After saying this, she raised her hand, and the engravings all over her body lit up deep and faint. The light, like streams of fine water, churned in the gullies downstairs, poured into her abdomen, passed through her thighs, calves, and dripped down the lake with its toes.

And in an instant, the black flames spread out into arrays at an extremely fast speed, like blooming lotus flowers outlining meandering stripes, covering the entire lake.

The lake swayed violently, shining brightly against the sea of ​​pale red flowers. Then, pale hands stretched out from the circle, and a six-armed snake girl crawled out.

More than that, followed by two cows, a burning lion, and more and more monsters came out of the formation.

"Who bullied our sister Yinhu." A monster squeezed its throat and said, "Let us see."

"Oh, look, mortals dare to come to Shuiyue City to play wild." The bull demon sneered.

"Can you eat them?" the six-armed snake demon asked.

Yinhu covered his mouth and smiled: "Catch those who are alive and give them to Pavilion Master Xia. It's best to cut off your hands and feet, so as not to run away again."

When she gave an order, a large group of monsters echoed, looking at them with ghostly eyes, and then set off one after another, swarming towards her.

"It's a monster recruiting formation." Wei Ling reminded Bai Lie: "Run away."

Bai Lie said: "At least kill the silver fox."

He gripped his sword tightly and was about to get up.

"General Bai, don't kill, the lake water is extremely poisonous to mortals, you must not go." Shen Feihuan pulled the steel wire, entangled Bai Lie's sword, and his figure jumped to Bai Lie's side: "Hurry up and go."

Although Bai Lie struck quickly with his sword, he was not a tyrannical man after all. Shen Feihuan kindly reminded him that he would listen, but the monster that crawled out of the lake was already chasing the shore. Bai Lie threw off the steel wire and stepped back. The figure landed on the other side of the long ladder.

"There are too many, we have to separate." Wei Ling left this sentence, ready to get up and flee.

Right now there is a great deal of urgency, Bai Lie didn't waste time, he said: "After we escape, we will meet up at that inn in the city, will you come?"

"meeting."

Wei Ling answered decisively, and as soon as he finished speaking, the six-armed snake demon descended from the sky, swung a long sword and slashed at him.Wei Ling just retreated to the slope of the nearby cliff. Watching the snake demon put its head in front of his eyes, he stepped on the momentum and started to jump up the steep rock. His figure seemed like a phantom in the dark night, and disappeared in an instant.

A few monsters followed closely behind, the monster aura flooded, and everything withered wherever it went.

Wei Ling was really unfamiliar with the surrounding terrain, so he fled in a bit of a mess. He looked towards the city in the valley from a high place, turned around, and went down the mountain again.

He originally planned to sneak into the street to escape, but when he landed on the mountainside, he noticed that there were only three or four monsters chasing him, the one in the front was the six-armed snake monster, charging headlong, cutting whatever he saw, and was about to approach Wei Ling, Just as she was about to make a threat, Wei Ling suddenly slammed her feet, and when she turned her head, a sword light hit her. She heard a scream echoing, and all six hands of the snake demon were cut off. She watched helplessly as the sword turned and pointed at her forehead. Cut straight down.

In the blink of an eye, the snake demon was killed, the other two monsters were dumbfounded, and they all stopped in place, with the cold wind blowing in their ears, when Wei Ling approached, the sword energy surged, the sound was sharp, and the monster turned around He wanted to run, but his head had already flown out. Under the moonlight, the blood filled the air, and the other one was also pierced through his chest. Wei Ling's face was reflected in his shriveled eyes. Like a deep pool.

"Your monster power is above Silver Fox, why are you sent by her?"

Holding the sword against his back, Wei Ling fixed the monkey-shaped monster in front of him on the cliff.

The monkey monster vomited blood, and its body was pressed against the cold mountain wall. It didn't dare to move, and didn't even dare to breathe out. Wei Ling in front of him had a faint demonic aura, but the monkey monster already knew that he was a mortal, and there was nothing left in his heart. It's all fear.

Monsters rely too much on their own perceptions to weigh the strength of their opponents, but what are mortals, mortals have no breath at all, so empty, but there is a terrifying murderous look in their expressions.

"She, she... the demon concubine of Shuiyue City"

The monkey monster stuttered and couldn't speak clearly.

Wei Ling didn't hear it clearly, and frowned, "What?"

"She...is, Yaofei..."

But he couldn't finish his sentence in the end, his eyes suddenly opened wide, gurgling black blood gushed out, dense black long thorns suddenly pierced out of his body, like a sea urchin swelled suddenly.

Wei Ling was slightly taken aback, drew his sword and backed away, but after two or three steps, there was an aura approaching behind him, and his hands were gently placed on his shoulders. All over his body, his hands trembled, and he almost couldn't hold the Wangchuan Sword in his hand.

"Aling."

A familiar voice rang close to his ears, he was embraced by someone, his hair spread like night black, and lightly swept over the back of Wei Ling's hand, he turned his head hesitantly, and saw his eyes as red as moonlight.

"I miss you so much." The man leaned into his cheek and gently held his hair: "I'm so happy that you can come here to find me."

"..."

Wei Ling pushed the man away, staggered back, and stepped into the blood left by the monkey demon.He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, cold sweat permeated his whole body, it was fear, a sudden alertness as if he was on the verge of death.

Xia Zhou was dressed in a black robe, and stood quietly on the spot. His long hair was untied, hanging down so casually by his side. There was an indifferent smile on his handsome face, which seemed familiar but strange.

When they reunited after a long absence, neither of them had mixed feelings, but only vigilance and aggression, hesitation and waiting.

"...Xia Zhou."

Wei Ling tried to calm down. The person in front of him was a ferocious beast, a man who had completely recovered his demon power. He was bloody all over, and the malice in his expression seemed to be inherent in him. Any creature calling him would have an instinctive reaction. Repulsion is like before falling into an abyss, but also like walking in a sea of ​​swords and flames.

He could only find a little trustworthy reason between them by calling his name.

Xia Zhou still stood still, as if he regarded Wei Ling as a frightened little white rabbit, his sharp eyebrows softened with the smile, and Danfeng's eyes were full of gentleness.

"It's me. I smelled you, so I chased after you." He raised his hand as he said, and the monster whose head had been cut off in the distance tried to escape. Smoke, burn clean.

The snake demon on the other side was also dead, a black thorn pierced through the center of his eyebrows silently, and his eyes were round and round, looking at the eternal night sky.

"..." Wei Ling stared at him, as if trying to adapt to the pressure that made him breathless.

"I took away the curse from you, and made your magic power useless. It's only natural that I can't bear my breath." Xia Zhou was very helpless, like a child who made a mistake: "It doesn't matter, there is more time, I will accompany you slowly. adapt."

The blood moon sprinkled a sea of ​​red in the forest, Xia Zhou did what he said, found a stone not far away, and sat down lazily.

Not only that, he also took out a jug of wine, shook it at Wei Ling, then lifted the jug, and slowly tasted it with his head raised.

Wei Ling: "..."

Xia Zhou spread his hands slowly, a wisp of black smoke curled up, and a jug of wine fell into his palm.

"Come on." He smiled and narrowed his eyes: "I'll give it to you when I come."

Wei Ling saw his idleness raised his eyebrows again, and felt relieved, and strode over to grab the pot of wine in Xia Zhou's hand.

But before the fingertips touched it, the wine disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. Xia Zhou pulled the man over, pinched his jaw, opened his mouth, followed by soft lips, blocking all words .

With the warm aroma of wine in his mouth with the tip of his tongue, Xia Zhou clasped his wrist forcefully, wanting to bully him roughly, Wei Ling's eyes widened, and his waist hit the cold stone wall, causing some pain.

Xia Zhou was as ruthless as ever, and invaded Wei Ling's lips and tongue, his body fluid was mixed with alcohol and entangled endlessly, Wei Ling was easily deprived of strength, had nowhere to escape, almost suffocated, water was shining in his black eyes, and his eyelashes were trembling , the world was blurred and was thrown into chaos by Xia Zhou.

When the kiss was over, he stretched out his hands in a panic to support his body, his legs and feet were numb as if his strength had been drained, and he almost fell down.

"It's just that there is no immortality, why, the body has become soft?" Xia Zhou still didn't let go, and even raised Wei Ling's face with a little force, admiring the wet lips.

Wei Ling panted, blushing, as if annoyed, but Xia Zhou slipped his fingers nonchalantly, pinched the back of Wei Ling's soft neck through his long hair, buried his head, and sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose touching the dimple of his neck smell.

"Let me taste it, has the taste changed?"

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and bit Wei Ling's neck.

"You... woo,"

Wei Ling was startled suddenly and cried out in pain, but Xia Zhou covered his mouth and pressed him against the stone, his sharp teeth penetrated deep into the flesh and blood, rolling the fishy sweetness into his tongue.

Like a predator strangling the throat of its prey, feeling the weakening strength from the warm pulse.

Xia Zhou was really biting him, biting deeply, his fangs tore the broken flesh, the blood flowed down from his shoulders, wetting his clothes, Wei Ling was shaking with pain, so he could only whimper softly and close his eyes. Tears fell down the side of his face, dripped on his blood-stained shoulders, and mixed into Xia Zhou's lips.

The forest infiltrated by the blood moon was so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed harsh.

Xia Zhou licked off the blood from the tip of his teeth, and secretly raised his eyes to look at Wei Ling. The flesh and blood on his neck was turbid, crushing his jade-like delicate skin. Clean, and lick the wound bitten by him carefully.

"It hurts?"

He hugged Wei Ling very tightly, the blood from the wound couldn't stop and kept gushing out.

Wei Ling responded to him with blurred eyes: "... I was almost bitten to death by you."

"..."

Xia Zhou was still licking the wound, or in other words, greedily swallowing even the last drop of blood.

"How can I bear it?"

His pupils are slender and ooze into the blood-red pupils, as if all the temperature will melt inside and disappear.