"Little white, you, can you help me dispel the obsession?"

"Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, I'm so hurt, so uncomfortable ..."

In the end, the voice of the song became a breathless breath.

Every word is extremely difficult.

The man did not raise his eyes, his eyes fell on Yan Ge's feet, staring at the runes that were constantly darting into her body.

All people in the divine world are gods from birth, but these people are not true gods.

They have fear in their hearts, they care about them, and they have persistent thoughts in them.

But because they are born pure and unsullied, even if they have so many thoughts, they can't make them feel evil.

In front of the woman, she is probably the only demon in this divine realm!

She is, magic!

The feeling of fullness in the body nourishes his internal organs.

But he did not feel relaxed, but he became heavier.

He heard her gasping thin voice and said, "Little white, it hurts."

He asked her, "What is your mind?"

Yan Ge did not speak, but looked at him, his eyes were infatuated.

He was patient, and asked again: "What is your mind?"

Yange's eyelashes trembled, she no longer looked at him, but lowered her eyelids, and murmured in his consciousness for a long time: "I'm obsessed in my heart, it's you.

The low voice was unheard of, but he still listened so well.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't speak.

The subconscious thoughts in her mouth are the obscure Buddhist words in her mouth.

She suddenly laughed lowly, and the voice appeared in his mind, like the clear voice of a mountain stream springing, sweet and vivid.

He was puzzled. Although he was still chanting in his mouth, he asked her, "Why laugh?"

The voice was no longer soft and tender, and it was about too painful, making her voice dry and hoarse: "I think, I am going to die, Xiaobai, I am dead, are you happy?"

The man didn't speak, her body, he knew best.

Just using the magic in her body, why did she die.

Yange: "Xiao Bai, kiss me and hug me, okay. Before I die, I want to die in your arms and be kissed by you. I also miss the fox fur coat on you."

The man stared at Yan Song.

She snorted again in his sense.

She didn't look at her like that.

Nor did they continue to beg.

So after a brief hesitation, the man got up and walked beside Yan Ge again, kissed her lips, stretched out his hands, and held her in his arms.

Yan Ge sighed comfortably, and then asked him, "How many fox skins did you use in this dress? If I were dead, could you also make me such a dress? Wrapped with so many fox skins, I felt It shouldn't be painful to die. "

The man pursed his lips without waiting for her to continue talking, and his eyes fell on her long, loose hair, and his hands unknowingly touched her dark, soft hair.

Feel good.

Those swimming runes no longer continued to poke into the body of Yange, and settled on the stone platform like dead things.

His thoughts gradually drifted away.

Again, Yange said, "Will you have a scalp that hurts when you sit there all day? Remember to take some medicine from time to time and don't burn your scalp."

After a pause, he asked again, "Have you used those homemade recipes I gave you, how about it?"

He was still stroking her hair, and then it fell down and down.

She rested her whole body on him, her tender face resting on his chest.