Chapter 908: Demon Race [1]
All night, the room was silent.
Until, the woman on the bed finally put down the book in her hand, raised her beautiful eyes, and looked at the man standing by the bed.
"Why are you still standing there? Come and sleep! ”
The man turned his head slightly, glanced at An Xuanxiu on the bed, and then walked over with his feet.
The clothes were not removed, and the clothed ones lay down on the other side of the bed, and one turned with his back to her.
An Xuanxiu looked at him, her foxy brows seemed to frown slightly, and there was obviously a trace of dissatisfaction in her eyes.
"Bai Qingyun, after all these years, are you still so unkind to see me?" The voice is soft and delicate.
However, the man lying on his side did not move at all, and the room was silent for a long time before a cold voice sounded faintly; "You should have understood when you eroded her, didn't you?"
The foxy woman's body was slightly stunned, and soon, the white hand clenched into a fist slightly, and the sharp fingertips that suddenly grew out pierced deeply into the palm.
The subtle smell of blood diffused slightly.
The man lying on his side finally made some movement.
"What! Heartache? The foxy woman looked at him with a sneer.
The man's body only moved slightly, but he didn't turn around, but his always indifferent look did seem to flash a strange look.
"It's just a skinned body, but it can make your heart ache? Bai Qingyun, you are quite affectionate, she died thirty years ago, and it was I who allowed this body to survive in this world. ”
The foxy woman's face became gloomy, her clenched fists tightening, and her sharp nails digging deeper and deeper into her palms.
"That's why I'm staying with you." The man's cold and indifferent voice also sounded faintly.
The woman's expression was a little hideous; "That's because of this body."
At this time, the man did not open his mouth to respond.
The foxy woman stared at his back, her fists clenched tightly, and her beautiful eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.
Until a good moment passes.
The man still didn't move, and the unwilling anger that the fox woman had been holding back seemed to have begun to calm down.
"Okay, I won't discuss this with you."
After the charming woman finished speaking, she suddenly flicked her hand into the air, and the veil around her hung down, and the big bed in the room was suddenly shrouded in a hazy tulle.
"Stay with me tonight." The woman's voice was charming and delicate.
The man didn't answer or refuse!
There was a whisper of silk, and then the clothes of men and women were thrown out of the bed.
After a while, there was an ambiguous sound of a woman in the room.
And at this moment, at the door of the room, two figures were hidden in the illusionary mist.
Hearing the movement in the room, Bai Yu's handsome face seemed to have a touch of embarrassment and redness.
"What are you doing here?" Glancing at the wind beside him, the muffled voice was a little annoyed.
I stayed all afternoon, but I pulled him in this big night and sneaked here.
Is it to listen to this?
Listening to the wind of the room, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Her mind is not as filthy as the white feathers.
She knows exactly what time is the best time to start killing.
Whatever it is, at this time, it will definitely be the most unsuspecting time.
"Tear open the space and let me in." The wind whispered his mouth.