"No, it's not, it's not what you think! I'm taking the antidote! Murong Feixue hurriedly explained.

It was only after reviewing her explanation that Murong Feixue found that she was a little suspicious that she was getting darker and darker. Releasing lust is also an antidote. Her statement is very ambiguous.

"I said it wrong, I was drinking your ......blood just now," Murong Feixue said here, feeling a blush and heartbeat again. Although it is not the kind of affection made by the fan, it is also a little difficult to speak.

Long Ming understood after the second sentence: "You mean, my blood can be detoxified?" But my wound is in my mouth, and I don't know how much I drank it, why it still doesn't work......"

Hearing this, Murong Feixue thought for a while, and said suddenly: "I want the other party's blood!" ”

After that, Murong Feixue didn't say a word, and stretched out his hand in front of Long Ming. spread out his fleshy palm, and said very generously: "I didn't want to bite my tongue, I just broke my palm!" It's all blood anyway, so don't waste it...... It's important to detoxify quickly. ”

Hearing Murong Feixue's words, he was obviously serious, but he thought of holding a woman's palm and devouring it. I can't help it. Long Ming stared at Murong Feixue's palm and said for a while. The palm that was originally white and pink already crisscrossed with dozens of blood marks. Each one pierced the skin deeply. This is true for both palms......

"I can't complain that you want to castrate me, you are so cruel to yourself, you didn't say that you killed me, you are benevolent and righteous." Long Ming smiled self-deprecatingly, and there was infinite pity and distress in his eyes.

When Murong Feixue was unprepared, he really raised his hands and gently pinched Murong Feixue's two soft wattles. The handsome face leaned down. The tip of the moist, bloody tongue sticks out. Gently sweep over each wound. It's like a wounded little beast, so gentle and delicate when licking its wounds. Take care of ......

The tickling sensation came from the wound. It's no longer a matter of lust, it's a matter of her palms itching. So, I heard Murong Feixue giggling while trying to withdraw his palm.

But the more she was like this, Long Ming was teasing. For a while, he didn't care what detoxification was, he just lingered in the palm of Murong Feixue's palm. Feel the blood with a hint of fishy sweetness, like a sweet spring flowing down your throat. Although the longing that screamed in the depths of his body had subsided. But it brought another strange feeling again. The kind of smoothness that melts into the blood and bones is more and more fascinating.

"Hey, hey, hey! You're not a half-orc, and you still want to suck blood to live? That's enough......" Murong Feixue's eyebrows were tangled, and he shouted with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Long Ming slowly raised his head, his cold thin lips stained with red blood, as attractive as a cherry. He curled his lips, a slight smile on the corners of his lips. Enchanting Ye said seductively: "You are so sweet, how can I? Why don't I give you a better compensatory way by continuing to drink my blood? ”

Hearing this, Murong Feixue's little face turned red again, and she scolded angrily: "You are a shameless guy, it is a virtue to be obsessed with love fans or not, my blood is really in vain!" Let me go, or be careful I'm not being kind to you! ”

While speaking, Murong Feixue didn't give Long Ming time to let go at all, she just said and did it. When he raised his foot, he was about to kick towards Long Ming's lower body.