MTL - Qizi-Chapter 128 Jingtao

Ling Xiao felt the moment the skin was punctured, and the subconscious sent the chest up. It was not like escaping.

He can clearly feel that the soul has flowed away from the body a little, and the wound that has been bitten by the hurricane flows into the other person's body. It is only that he has this experience in waking alone, like an extremely long 濒Dead, all the light in the vision gathered in one place, forming a circle in the darkness, as if the end of the tunnel constantly summoned his exit.

With the gradual disappearance of the soul, there are also body temperature and heartbeat. In the midst of a smashing, Ling Xiao’s eyes are in front of the shadows. In the initial stage, Ling Yi went to death in such a state, until a more powerful love is The power of the name left them. He tried his best to raise his hand and touched the smooth hair of the hurricane. This action caused the hurricane to show signs of loosening the teeth, but he bite harder. His eyes are slightly open, and the color of the scorpion Precipitated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The eyes of Ling Xiao’s gods are almost transparent, and the road of reincarnation appears in front of them.

At this moment, a blue sea wave swept his cold body, and the power of the hurricane surged in a wave of waves, strong and gentle. Ling Xiao is wrapped in a familiar atmosphere without gaps. The stiff limbs begin to recover from the fingers. The hands that restore consciousness are like being held by the other side, from winter to spring, from death to new life.

Time has really passed so long that the people of this planet have long forgotten that the deeds were originally one party’s dedication to the other. This is not a killing, not a plunder, but to let the beloved live, live by yourself, give it with a longer life than the other can get, and save it at any cost.

The pressure on the chest disappeared, and Ling Xiao adjusted the focal length from the out-of-focus. The face in front of her eyes gradually became clear. The hurricane stared at him with black lacquered eyes. He could also guess what he was in the eyes of the hurricane. Looks like, even if the situation is getting longer, it is still the most pleasing to the eye.

Perhaps it is because when they are hollowing out, they have never looked at each other intently. Only he is unilaterally provocative and contemptuous, and if it was not the accident, they would miss each other in this world.

It’s another kiss of ecstasy. The blood of the hurricane still has the sweetness of his blood. They exchange the breath of each other, and they share the common soul. You have me, I have you, even if fate separates them, Always keep each other's souls.

After the lingering kiss ended, Ling Xiao held the other person's cheek with both hands, and wanted to take a closer look at this one to let him think about his face for decades. When the hurricane saw his eyes recovering the focal length, and even his hands were not settled, he knew that he had no serious problems.

"Now you can say it."

Ling Xiao only cares for his face to appreciate. He said that he did not listen carefully. "What?"

"Tell me how to oppress you for four thousand years."

"Your bad deeds are said to be three days and three nights."

The hurricane is not ashamed. "It’s just something that happened during your disorder."

Speaking of this Ling Xiao thinks, "Why don't I feel like a disorder?"

Although it is not yet in the evening, there is no symptom of a little discomfort.

"Maybe because the essence of the disorder period is running-in, and you have adapted."

Ling Xiao grinds, "justified."

The door was gently pushed open a small slit, a long mouth squeezed in, I wanted to sneak a glance, did not want to head into the head, they found that they were staring at the eyes of two different colors.

The little gray body was stiff, pretending to see nothing and retreating. He calmly went one step and two steps, then he slid off the legs, but he was stopped by the hurricane.

"stop."

The small gray front paws lifted up and there was no ground to stop it.

"Come back." The hurricane said.

Xiao Gray maintained the direction of the previous direction, and stepped back very funny.

"What are you doing?" asked the hurricane.

Little Gray: "Hey."

"speak English."

Xiaoshi had to become a human figure, so the big man still habitually maintained the awe of the leader in front of the hurricane. Whoever made the wolf born was a creature with a strong class level consciousness.

"They want me to pay attention to the adult rituals of both of you. If someone is injured and ask for first aid, I will go in and see if there is no sound inside..."

"So you have been overheard now?"

Small gray:"……"

Ma Ma said that people are too annoying, I don't want to talk about people!

Hurricane looked at the little gray that hit the face, and suddenly laughed. Xiaoshi immediately looked silly. Since Ling Xiao’s departure, he has never seen a hurricane, although this smile is so shallow, it is real. It really rises to the bottom of my eyes. It is like an iceberg cracking a gap. The seeds buried in the depths quietly pull out the shoots, and there is a flower on the branch that contains the cockroaches to be placed.

I haven't waited for the little ash to appreciate the variety of the flower, and the hurricane has a smile. Little ash even doubts that it is his own illusion.

"We are fine, you tell them they don't have to worry."

"Ah? Oh," said Little Gray, stupidly. "Then I am gone, you continue."

He moved with two legs and left the same foot without two steps. He was completely accustomed to the small gray of human form, and his body was bowed. When his hands touched the ground, he changed back to the wolf shape, manipulating the four legs and running away skillfully. It is.

The hurricane returned to the bed again. The bed was small, and the two of them were lying on top but they didn't feel crowded at all.

"Ling Xing was the period of disorder spent in this bed. I can't think of repeating his experience."

"What did he say to you?"

"He said that he had never beaten you in his life. In this life, I want to avenge him." Ling squinted and said, "Why don't you want to make a deed, so you don't realize how it feels to be released."

"Like this?"

The hurricane leaned down and gently covered his ear bones. Ling Xiao had not had time to say anything. The long-lost pleasure continued to flow. How did Ling Xiao, who had not been intimate with him for many years, endure this kind of stimulation and disarmed in an instant? surrender.

However, the hurricane did not stop. He bite a little bit with the tip of his teeth, then let go, repeating this movement, moving it evenly down the ground, following the ear bones, biting to the other earlobe, and the soft part Indulging in the mouth.

For Ling Xiao, it is like experiencing a never-ending high tide. The pleasure of decaying when it reaches the apex is always fluctuating at the same height. Every time it falls, it will rise in a higher direction. The strong spirit of the hurricane held his waist and sent him to a higher cloud step by step. When Ling Xiao thought that this was the limit, the hurricane could push him to a new peak.

The continuous release made Ling Xiao almost mad. He grabbed the hurricane's arm hard. The ten fingers almost buckled into his strong muscles, and they seemed to push the other side away, and they seemed to hold him closer. Yourself.

He has been hung on the other side of the body, and even his toes are curled up by the excitement. The hurricane still slams the other side of the ear and grinds it. In the vision of Ling Xiao, only the white light shrouds, and the sense of sensibility is from pleasure. A little bit of expulsion in my mind, and sometimes I am not willing to go back and struggle.

Ling Xiao felt that he had survived all the difficulties in the torrent of history, but he could not hang it here today, or he was over-excited and suddenly stopped. This method of death could not be more humiliating. So by a forced air, he finally struggled to export:

"...stop!...stop! stop..."

The hurricane quietly withdrew its ability. At the moment when his mental strength left, Ling Xiao was kneeling on the bed, and he was still squatting on the limbs of the other side. At this moment, he was unable to hang down, even the little finger Can't afford to move.

The hurricane combed the bangs that were wet and sweaty by the sweat, and put them neatly to the side, revealing a smooth and full forehead. Ling Xiao then closed his eyes and let him play with it. Even the breath under his nose was inaudible. If it weren't two bright blush on his face, it was doubtful that there was a dying person lying there.

It took a long time for him to spit out a long breath, and it took a lot of effort to open his eyelids.

"Comfortable?" The hurricane deliberately spit in his ear.

"You..." If Ling Xiao has the strength, he will definitely give him a punch, but he is now a problem with his mouth.

He can only speak fast, deliberately, "comfortable, but unfortunately you can't enjoy this world, I have to wait for the next life to meet you again."

"Who said," Hurricane saw that he still had energy and ridicule, he was no longer polite, and reached out to a deeper place. "This is just the beginning."