The sharp teeth pressed against his throat stopped.

The little devil pressed against his cheek, as if he was reluctant to part with him. He hugged him and refused to relax, but he licked his throat wildly and uncontrollably, putting the most deadly replacement of the person in his arms under his control.

This desire for control was briefly satisfied. Ferocious beasts began to lick his wounds.

The bite wound on Jiang Zheliu's neck was still bleeding, and the bite was deep and bleeding all the time.

Wen Renye liked the **** smell with a slightly cold and sweet smell in his body. He pressed Jiang Ziliu under his body, pressed his shoulder, and licked the bleeding wound fascinatedly, the magic flame in his eyes beating slowly.

Jiang Zheliu wrapped his neck around his neck, feeling the other person's warm tongue swept across the wound, and the tingling felt stronger and weaker, intermittently. He didn't dare to block, so he could only let the other party rage for a while, sticking his fingers between the little devil's hair.

The situation is still very dangerous.

Jiang Zheliu was not sure whether the other party would suddenly go crazy again in the next moment. He had never been so nervous before, but at this time he could only force himself to settle down, and whispered softly, "It hurts, let me go."

The little devil doesn't let go, he can't receive correct information, everything he does now is acting on instinct, which is a self-protection mechanism of the devil.

He just crouched between Jiang Zheliu's neck, attracted by the smell of blood, and hugged him tighter and tighter.

Jiang Ziliu noticed that the surrounding demonic energy was no longer expanding wildly, which meant that he didn't have to worry about the barrier being broken immediately, but had a certain amount of time to continue to appease the other party.

It's not easy.

Jiang Zheliu was a little bit hurt by his licking. This time, he confirmed that he was really shaking a little bit. He evened his breath and called out, "Wen Renye?"

There was no movement, and the other party seemed to be unable to recognize the name.

But the other party's movements did stop for a while. His hand was on Jiang Ziliu's shoulder, as if he was thinking about something in silence. Then, his hand ripped open the other party's coat.

...? !

Where is this going?

It was the first time that the little devil king was so arrogant that he actually dared to tear his clothes. However, in the current situation, the warnings in Jiang Ziliu's mind were turning wildly, and the alarms sounded one after another. He felt that this development might also endanger his life.

Because the previous few times, Wen Renye was rational. Even though he was still fierce, the other party would always treat him with a sense of restraint and caution. How can there be such a situation today, the name should not be called, and he will not be obedient if he stops, as if the brain has failed to restart, and there is a blank crash state.

Jiang Zheliu's robe was torn to pieces, the belt was torn off, and scattered on the ground. Inside was a thin snow-white shirt, and when the opponent's hand came over, it conveyed an abnormal, scalding temperature.

Wen Renye put on this cold skin, hugged him tightly in his arms, shifted the target where he licked, and began to touch Jiang Zheliu's Adam's apple again.

Jiang Zheliu was sweating from the roots, let out a long breath, raised his hand to grab the opponent's cheek, and pressed the sharp teeth that were about to move back.

"Don't bite." He warned again and again, "Wen Renye, if you bite again, you will have no Taoist companion."

The two groups of demon flames stared at him blankly.

Jiang Zheliu was deeply frustrated. He grabbed the little devil's horn and pushed it back, trying to maintain a relatively stable distance with him, but because of this struggling action, he provoked the opponent and was overwhelmed again.

There was a dull growl in the opponent's throat, like a beast.

"I'm not going." Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing whether it was useful or not to touch the other person's hair, smoothing out the tangled strands of hair, and patiently said, "I won't leave you, please don't. Fear."

Wen Ren stared at him intently at night, did not respond, but slowly became quiet again.

The purple magic flame in his eye sockets slowly jumped up, and seemed to be alive again.

Jiang Zheliu stared at him, watching him lick his sharp teeth, licking off the remaining blood on it, and then stretched out his hand and pulled the clothes on his body.

The dress is thin and can easily feel each other's movements, with a feline curiosity and inquiry. Pulled by the ignorant instinct or nature, the sharp bone blade cut through the clothes.

It's so hard, why is life so difficult.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand to block the bone blade, and was lightly poked by the edge of the bone blade on the back of his hand, and a string of blood beads suddenly appeared.

The opponent's demon body is too sharp.

Wen Renye seemed to stay for a while, not knowing what to do. He grabbed Jiang Ziliu's hand, brought the back of his hand to his lips, and licked off the blood beads that came out.

The tongue was wet, and it felt a little when brushing the wound. Jiang Zheliu didn't dare to withdraw his hand, he was not sure what the situation was now.

It wasn't until the little wound stopped bleeding that Wen Renye reluctantly let go of his hand and hugged him.

The little devil was silent for a while.

Jiang Zheliu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the situation of the other party was finally picking up, reflecting on his own actions with some self-reproach, sticking to his ear, as if to coax a child: "It's alright, are you scared by a dream? Arrived?...It's okay, it's all fake, I'm real, I'm by your side..."

His voice was clear and soft, and it was easy for people to hear him.

Ye Ye was stunned for a moment, and the flying demon flames gradually returned to their temperature, seeming to be a little more sensible.

Just when Jiang Ziliu felt this way, the only piece of damaged clothes he had left could not be blocked.

It doesn't seem to be animalistic, it seems that it just wants to post.

Jiang Zheliu has not encountered such a big scene in the cultivation world for so many years. He was held in his arms by the little devil, and he was licked like he was greedy, feeling that he was hopeless for the rest of his life.

what should I do now? Jiang Zheliu had a terrible headache, eased his emotions, and continued to coax gently and patiently: "It's okay, I'm not afraid anymore, I'm not afraid anymore, I won't abandon you, I'll be with you."

Children can still understand words, but the other party seems to be able to understand these words slowly.

Jiang Zheliu coaxed for half an hour, and his voice became hoarse. He felt that the other party's condition was gradually improving, reached out and rubbed the little devil's hair, and said around his neck: "Let me go, okay? It's so overwhelming that I can't breathe."

The ignorant Demon Flame jumped, received this sentence, and moved away slowly. But instead of giving Jiang Ziliu a chance to get up, he lowered his head and bit on his collarbone.

There was no bleeding this time, and it seemed that he had learned how to control his strength.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't stop him, and he couldn't stop him, he could only watch him lick and bite all the way.

Until the other party's forehead touched his lower abdomen.

The edge of the magic horn gently rubbed against the lines and contours of his abdomen, and a primitive and special feeling involved his instinct, making him reluctant to leave. Then, a demonic energy similar to but different from him spread and collided with the short-circuited string in Wen Renye's mind.

Jiang Zheliu could only vaguely feel that something was wrong, and he didn't understand what was going on. In his eyes, he could only see the beating fireworks in the other's eyes slowly converge, gradually dim, and then returned to normal eyes.

Afterwards, Wen Renye raised his eyes and met his gaze.

The next moment, Jiang Zheliu saw in just a short moment what it means to be shocked to change color. The magic horn on the opponent's head suddenly dimmed, and a pair of bone wings shrunk and curled up, as if they were greatly affected. impact.

Wen Renye was almost scared to death by the scene in front of him.

He looked at Xiao Liushu sitting in front of him with a sigh of relief. The bite mark on his neck was particularly deep, blood oozing faintly, and there was a wound on the back of his hand. Hickeys and teeth marks.

It seems that he has just been ruined by him.

Wen Renye's mind almost couldn't move, he only felt that it was over, Xiao Liushu was going to make up with him, and he was going to be dumped.

The flesh on the other side's body is soft, and when he bites a mark, such a deep hole is not as good as a beast. Wen Renye put away his bone wings, and the demon body on his body quickly faded away to hide, hiding in the human form, and then he took off his robe and put it on the opponent's shoulders.

Jiang Zheliu looked at the other party's fingers shaking as he dressed himself, looked at him and said, "Awake?"

The little devil does not speak, the little devil is about to cry.

Jiang Zheliu saw that the other party's mood was very low, so he didn't speak, and wanted to give the other party some time to return to normal and organize his thoughts, but in the next moment, he was hugged back into his arms.

Lightly this time.

Jiang Zheliu looked up, and saw Wen Renye's fingers resting on the edge of the wound on his neck, forcibly filtering out the aggression, and slowly using his cultivation base to heal his wound.

But in the end, it can only make the wound stop bleeding.

"I'm fine." Jiang Zheliu said, "You... are you okay?"

Wen Renye was dull for a while, and then replied in a low voice, "...Well."

"Why are you so unhappy?" Jiang Zheliu suddenly heard the other party's emotions, "Still sad?"

Wen Renye stopped talking again, but there was an extremely pitiful aura all over his body. It was obviously not him who was injured, but Jiang Zheliu's heart softened every time.

Jiang Zheliu thought he was still sad about the illusion he encountered, so he comforted the other party in a gentle tone, but the more he talked, the less effective he was, until his shoulders were wet with warm tears.

His words came to an abrupt end.

I really cried... Jiang Zheliu smoothed his back for him. He didn't know what to say. Lord Mozun who swept Liuhe and suppressed the world shouldn't be so vulnerable, but when he thought that it was all because of himself, he felt guilty. Guilty, so soft-hearted.

The other party was still sullen, didn't speak, and didn't say how sad he was, but Jiang Ziliu felt that he was about to die from sadness, and even his breathing was a little trembling.

"...Don't be sad." Jiang Zheliu said softly, "You already know it's fake."

Wen Renye didn't answer immediately. After a long time, after confirming that Xiao Liushu's wound could no longer be healed, he asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

This is not an interrogative sentence. Even if he asked it, Wen Renye felt that he must be in pain.

Jiang Zheliu reacted for a while, only to realize that he was asking about the bite on the neck.

"It doesn't hurt."

He replied subconsciously, and then felt it was too fake, and changed his words: "A little bit."

still fake.

Wen Renye pressed his forehead and stayed with him in silence for a while, his voice still sad: "I always wanted to protect you."

"Ok, I know."

"But I can't even control myself."

Jiang Zheliu sighed and said, "It's not your fault."

"It's my fault." Wen Renye said, "...So I would hurt you too."

He was a little refreshed and a little confused. He didn't know where the safest place for Jiang Ziliu was besides himself. Even at this moment, he found that his side was not safe.

Jiang Zheliu faintly sensed signs of aggravation, and said in a slightly solemn tone: "It's not your fault, Wen Renye, stop first, don't think about anything, just listen to me."

He pulled a little distance, held each other's cheeks, looked at each other, and taught word by word.

"There is no absolutely safe place in this world, and this is not your intention. As long as you work hard to control it, you can restrain your instincts and get rid of your inner demons. I believe you can do it, and you have to believe in yourself."

Deep purple eyes stared at him blankly, and after a while, he narrowed his eyes and responded in a low voice.

Jiang Zheliu didn't know how effective it would be to say this, but from the current point of view, it seemed to be acceptable.

Wen Renye covered his robe over the other's tattered clothes, then tidied up his sleeves, bowed his head and kissed the other's forehead lightly, "Let's go out?"

Jiang Zheliu nodded, and then was hugged by the other party. He leaned against the little devil's arms and questioned softly, "Why hug?"

"You are injured." Wen Renye said.

Jiang Zheliu: "…"

But what does this have to do with legs?

He stared at each other, and after seeing the little devil saying this, he seemed a little embarrassed, lowered his head and quickly added.

"I really want to hug you."

——

At the moment when Zhang Shenxing fluctuated, he directly supported the enchantment prepared in advance.

Although his cultivation base and knowledge are not that advanced, he also knows the weight of entering the mysterious realm. If something goes wrong, he can't solve it at all.

Sure enough, not long after the barrier was opened, the barrier was about to shatter turbulently. However, Zhang Shenxing only worried for a while, and then saw ripples on the mirror surface of the water mirror, and Lord Mozun came out with Jiang Xianzun in his arms.

...holding?

Zhang Shenxing watched his nose and heart, and watched without saying a word. When he saw Jiang Ziliu wearing Wen Renye's robe, he suddenly thought of a rumor in the world of self-cultivation.

It seems that that is not a rumor, that is true.

Jiang Xianzun's contribution to the peace of the world is too great! Wouldn't it be more exciting to do that kind of thing in this natural mystery? How could there be such a beastly person!

Zhang Shenxing was moved to tears, but he still remembered that this was in front of the big devil Wen Renye, and he couldn't show it, so he could only ask vaguely before the two left, "Senior injured? "

This sentence suddenly hit the mine that Wen Renye had just buried.

Jiang Zheliu didn't feel well, he suddenly held down the little devil's hand, patted the other's shoulder, and told him to put himself down. Wen Renye's face was expressionless, he didn't really want to let go, his teeth were even a little itchy, and he was full of murderous aura.

It's really a child's temper. He can say it himself, but others can't. The previous Ye Ye children were very reasonable.