205 The nightmare of the Qingyu case

" Let go... let go of me..."

"Hahaha... What a good tone, such a lovely tone, that's what I want to hear. What I should say at this time!"

Po Zhenle looked at the wet eyes of the green jade case, and the fierce little beast was finally tamed by fear. Now she is like trembling and spitting fragrant stamens. If you can crush this white pear flower in the palm of your hand, how much it will be...

"I can't escape!" Po Zhenle grabbed the shoulder of the Qingyu case and nailed her to the bed. She was as cold as a piece of jade, and people couldn't help pressing her tightly in their arms to melt her. The broken music has long listened to the paper kite and showed off proudly. This woman is the most silky and precious silk in the world, and even the warm palm lines will hurt her; it is the dancing phoenix, and any ode tone is not worthy of her gorgeous dancing posture; and her soul, the clear soul, which is clean enough to be stained with fineness, for the devil. It is the supreme delicacy that is willing to be exchanged for ten thousand times.

And now, the unparalleled beauty, noble soul, coupled with the enchanting body, people can't help trampling and destroying...

"Good boy, why do you keep your mouth shut? What are you suppressing? If you shout out, maybe someone will come to save you! Now it must be very uncomfortable to suppress the reaction of the hot body desperately, right?

Broken Zhenle's fingers touched her soft lips and poked gently: "You'd better call it out... I'm not interested in continuing like this. Open your mouth obediently, sing a song for me, and I'll forgive you.

The broken array of music lay on the back of the green jade case, and his milk-like skin made him unbearable to touch it. She should be... drunk.

No...don't...stop, stop...

The green jade case lay on the quilt, and his arms were pinched out of blood marks by the broken music. On the back, something, soft, cold and slippery, is walking on the back. Then, the ears, neck... were also violated by the ** people's things one by one.

"Look, you obviously like it very much. The demon body is really easier to ignite than that of human beings... Relax, turn around, and let me see you..."

The current look of the Qingyu case reminds Po Zhenle of the kitten he raised when he was a child. The kitten always likes to lie in the palm of his hand with his face curled up and fluffy body, squinting his eyes, and opening his mouth slightly to want others to feed it milk. However, the Qingyu case is more shame and despair than that of the kitten.

How about it? The demon's body is like this. It's so honest and difficult to control. The road from the clouds to the muddy hell is not so smooth, let my hand give you a ride!

"Ah-ah! Ah-uh..." The moment when Po Zhenle buried his head in the chest of the Qingyu case. She finally cried out loud.

She was desperate. The broken music is even more crazy because of her despair. What is she in despair about? She is a lowly demon, and this seductive body is proof. However, even if she is like this, Zhi Feiyuan has no chance to get it, and Xia Gulin has no chance to get it. All right... it's almost done. With the last step left, this woman will completely become his!

"Wo--"

The golden crossbow with a cold murderous atmosphere, tore up two bed curtains and stirred up the ambiguous atmosphere in the bed. It's really a hindrance to destroy it when people enjoy it.

He put on his coat and pulled out the crossbow nailed to the wall. He used more force than he thought. This archer is...

"Let go of her."

The candle was not lit in the room, and the moonlight shot in from the door, hiding the appearance of the man holding the crossbow in the darkness. His voice tried his best to suppress anger and madness, and the calm crossbow trembled in his clenched hand. Very good, he has abandoned his greatest advantage. He is calm and has completely become a dog that can only bite and bark.

"I have let go, Mr. Bai Xuan." He finished his clothes and said to the bed, "Are you still crying? The man who saved you came, but it's a pity that he doesn't love you, he loves you.

"Hit!"

Breaking the music head gently and dodged the second crossbow of Yan Qingdu: "It's a pity that I have a complete grasp of the information of the Sixth Prince, which is beyond your imagination. Because of the wise decision of Lord Demon Lord, the human world is also in chaos now. The six sects are strife one after another, and it is all up to you to mediate from it. What, in the end, emotions overcame reason and let go of the mess in the human world to save your beloved?

"Don't say more. Let's die!"

Death? It's a hundred years early for you to say such a thing to me. At the moment when the two bodies met, he grabbed Yan Qingdu's chest. Yan Qing was shocked, and the iron thorn between his fingers reflected the moonlight, which made him unable to open his eyes.

"Finger tiger?" Yan Qing broke free from the hand of the broken music, retreated to the bed, turned his back to the bed, untied his coat, threw it in **, and said to the Qingyu case, "Put it on."

"Oh, you have been thinking about her in your heart, which will only make her a burden for you. This is not good. Let me see your real power!"

The crossbows came through the air like rain. In the intertwined arrow net, the body of the broken array is like a butterfly that flies deftly but can't get out of the net. Yan Qingdu can send out so many powerful crossbows so quickly! Under the turbulent waves, the broken happy face opened the blood-red cracks.

Under this seemingly fierce attack, Yan Qing was so tired that he was out of breath, but the broken array was only slightly injured. He put out his tongue and licked the blood on his mouth. Is that all? Sure enough, it's just a mad dog that can only bite and bark.

What should I teach him a lesson?

"Yo, you seem to be tired. Why don't you take a break?" Breaking the array and hugging his shoulders. He took off all his defensive postures and made Yan Qing more vigilant. What tricks does this man want to play?

"Ha ha, you don't have to be angry for your beloved woman. I didn't do anything. Really, it's just to scare her. Look, her crying is so touching... Hey, you haven't looked at her since you entered the door. Shy?"

"Stop talking nonsense! If it's a man, just show your sword!"

He "cut" and took off the ghost mace on the weapon rack behind him. He pointed to Yan Qingdu and said, "What a self-evage guy. In the round just now, you attacked and defended me, and we can say that we were tied. Now let's change the way of playing, you defend, I attack. As long as you can catch my stick, I will let you leave safely with the Qingyu case. How about that?

"Who will listen to your nonsense?" Yan Qing didn't believe in the promise of such a despicable villain at all. Let them go? Are you kidding! He will definitely cut through the array with thousands of knives to relieve his hatred!

It's a pity. Yan Qingdu came to the demon world in a hurry. Only in panic, he handed over the contradictions of the six sects to Humei. After he came to the demon world, he was eager to find the Qingyu case, let alone had time to contact Hu Mei to get more information from the demon envoy. The magic messenger is in charge of the government affairs of the demon clan, and is the second master of the demon world. Just because he did not come forward during the war between the two worlds five years ago and was used to camouflage, there are few legends about him in the human world.

"Oh. It seems that the conditions I have offered are not enough **. Po Zhenle said, "Well, add another one. If you can get a blow from me, I will not only let you and the Qingyu case leave safely, but also give you a prison order to the annihilation prison."

Speaking of this, he observed Yan Qingdu's expression with great interest. It's impossible for him to be unmoved. If you want to go to the annihilation prison to save Xia Gulin, you must get a prison order; if you want to get a prison order, you must defeat the broken array music. But can we just defeat him? If he would rather die than surrender, how much time does Yan Qing have to spend with him? Yan Qing can afford it. Can Xia Gulin in the annihilation prison afford it?

Yan Qingdu turned his face again to look at the Qingyu case. This is the first time since he entered the room that he had to see her so directly. He felt so sorry for her, but he couldn't comfort her. Only that person can do it.

Has it always been like this? Every time Xia Gulin went out, it was Yan Qing who hid in the brocade building to secretly protect the safety of the Qingyu case. He stared at her all day long, and there was always a reassuring smile on the corners of her mouth. If she knew that the eyes that looked at her at this time did not come from Xia Gulin, she would be very disappointed.

Even later, the Qingyu case knew that Yan Qing was guarding her, and often couldn't help: What about him? When will he come back?

He, he, he... There has always been only that person in her heart.

Yan Qingdu's eyes darkened, and suddenly there was a fing glow: "Okay, it's a deal!"

"Don't!" The Qingyu case begged. I can't believe what this scum said! Hateful... Hateful when her demonic spirit dispersed, the line of aura broken in her body had destroyed most of the spiritual power; what was more desperate was that after receiving the demon body, she could not leave the soul at will and stimulate the power of soul hunting! She can't fight now, but she can't let Yan Qing die!

"Qing'er, don't worry. Don't cry." Yan Qing retreated to the center of the room and said, "Come on."

He smiled softly. The man's eyes are resolute and his courage is commendable, but in the final analysis, he is still a man who can't please women. If Xia Gulin was here, he would have touched the head of the Qingyu case and said to her, "Don't be afraid, believe me." But he doesn't seem to be qualified to say such a thing...

Lego held a mace and divided the moonlight shining into the room into two. He said to Yan Qingdu, "I'll tell you now. I'm afraid that if this stick goes down, you can't hear it anymore.

"Wo." The surging blood dyed the moonlight of the night. The expected result did not bring too much excitement to the broken array music. Never believe in the enemy's promise. Unless you are not enemies in the first place.

Yan Qingdu, this is the lesson I want to teach you. Do you remember?

There is not a drop of blood on the broken mace. He didn't go down at all. Yan Qingdu's feet were bleeding like a river, but there were two steel thorns on the floor under his feet, which penetrated his legs.