Go Through My Demon Host

How can such a person defile him and the white air here?

The strong killing intent made Shuo Ran's movements pause for a moment.

But it felt like an illusion.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Jing Yan's neck.

Jing Yan's hand silently touched the fruit knife on the table.

However, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a figure, and the hand that originally wanted to take the fruit knife paused.

Finally shrunk back.

Shuo Ran grabbed his neck, Jing Yan's breathing was rapid, and his face flushed a little.

Shuo Ran was not in a hurry to drink Jing Yan, but just admired Jing Yan's dying state.

gorgeous.

The dyed white eyes fell on the scene not far away, and there was a hint of darkness and treacherousness in the deep and narrow eyes.

On the delicate jade-like wrist, the dark-blooded ling detached instantly.

The silver other side at the tip was dyed white and held in his hand.

in the blink of an eye,

The dark blood lingering dazzling in the sunlight cut Shuoran's neck like blood poured into it.

Blood splattered and sprayed everywhere.

But it didn't splash a single bit on Jing Yan's body.

Dark Blood Ling retracted his white wrist again.

as an ordinary bracelet.

A silvery white bank in the center exudes an enchanting and cool atmosphere under the refraction of sunlight.

Shuo Ran didn't even understand how he died.

Without Shuo Ran's restraint, Jing Yan was about to fall to the ground.

Ranbai moved to Jing Yan's side in an instant, hugging Jing Yan's waist, so that Jing Yan did not fall to the ground.

Jing Yan's pale lips raised a satisfied and pure smile.

he knew,

Bai Bai cares about him, otherwise, how could he kill the dead man in front of him?

think of this,

Jing Yan's heart seemed to be filled, and the dark and treacherous thoughts in his heart disappeared instantly.

very nice.

Ranbai turned a blind eye to the corpse lying on the ground, and instructed the person next to him, "Dispose of the corpse."

The blood servant lowered his eyebrows and pleaded with his eyes, "Yes."

Ranbai picked up Jing Yan and walked into the house.

Jing Yan was so weak that he couldn't walk at all.

on the soft couch,

A blue and purple pinch mark on Jing Yan's slender and white neck ruined the beauty.

The dyed white, deep and narrow eyes stared at Jing Yan's neck for a moment.

"Isn't it ugly?" There was a trace of unease in Jing Yan's eyes, and the bruises on his neck were blocked by his well-knotted hands, his mood was a little down, "You can't dislike me."

Ranbai's expression was indifferent and demonic, his long silver-white hair was draped over his shoulders, and his lips were lightly opened, "I don't dislike it."

Just the three words that were dyed white and cold were enough to make Jing Yan extremely happy.

The fingertips that were dyed white and cold as jade gently rubbed the bruises on Jing Yan's neck with gentle movements.

The cold touch caused the skin to tremble, and Jing Yan's body trembled involuntarily.

"Does it hurt?" Yanbai asked lightly.

"It doesn't hurt." Jing Yan said immediately. Above the youth's delicate and jade-like face, there was a happy smile and a pair of shallow dimples, "You are here."

The white-stained expression did not change for a moment because of Jing Yan's flowers, and the voice was cold and demonic, revealing a faint evil spirit of laziness,

"Next time, don't do it."

The indifferent tone of dyed white made the smile on Jing Yan's face pause.

Next time, don't do it?

Did she know that she did it on purpose?

Jing Yan looked at Ranbai's cold and cold Yaozhi's expression, but he couldn't see any emotion.

With his hairy head hanging down, "No way."

Ranbai casually said "um".

Slightly cold thin lips covered Jing Yan's neck.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but that place happened to be the bruised place.

Jing Yan's body was stiff for a moment, and he didn't dare to move.

Ranbai bit Jing Yan's neck, and the sweet blood exuded a silent temptation.

After smoking, the tip of the dyed white tongue licked Jingyan's bite mark,