Chapter 100: Grab the star, you have a big first...

Chapter 100: Grab the star, you have a big first...

Ye Ying buried her face in the mountain god's neck.

I remember the last time, his breath was still pure frost and snow, but now it was quietly entwined with a wisp of wood - it was familiar, the smell of Huang Xize's body.

The mountain **** lay quietly and obediently on the table until he felt the moisture in the crest of his neck.

Ye Ying's voice was very soft, filled with boundless pain: "If you had been earlier...would Huang Yu have survived?"

The mountain **** paused, and finally raised the hand hanging by his side.

His long and slender hands gently caressed the back of Ye Ying's neck, as if he was smoothing the fur of a cat, and his tone was as calm as ever: "Diao has already invaded her soul, and only her death can bring about the demise of Diao. "

"It's not your fault, it's my fault."

His sincere answer did not get Ye Ying's forgiveness, she stood up and bit his lips.

Mountain God: "..."

Neither does admitting mistakes.

The two of them approached suddenly, and the mountain **** saw Ye Ying's eyelashes shining brightly from the light. They were wet with water, and a tear hung on them, like a crystal fruit.

Then the tear fell on his cheek, leaving a trail of cool water.

Ye Ying is also looking at him. Her eyes looked into the deep green, as if staring at a lake.

Calm, inclusive, but slowly, gathering cryptic…

undercurrent.

The big hand that was caressing the back of the head suddenly exerted some force, pressing her towards him. This is still not enough, the **** who has always been indifferent and indifferent raised his head slightly, and invaded his lover's delicate lips.

At the moment when the lips and teeth intertwine, some familiar but unfamiliar feelings are like white sand being washed away, showing a bright and golden sparkle.

That was the memory he once liked and longed for, but was dusted. The lover's breath and smell are entangled in the nose, and he tastes it in the most intimate way.

If it takes time to integrate "Huang Xize" and the mountain god, this kiss is undoubtedly the catalyst. As a mountain god, he is very novel about this, so he complies with his instinct and lets himself take and plunder.

But the slender hand around the neck pressed him back onto the table again—not only that, Ye Ying broke free from the hand that was restraining the back of her head, and pressed it heavily to his side.

She straightened up and stared viciously at the mountain **** under the dim light.

Compared with her panting and embarrassing appearance after being attacked by the fierce kiss, the mountain **** is still calm, even though his clothes are disheveled, his upper body is almost naked, and even his belt is torn loose, revealing deep mermaid lines.

Sculpture-like muscles with well-defined blocks, and a body with smooth lines, full of strength. There were a few glaring red marks on it, which were the result of Ye Ying's violent tearing.

But once the perfection is destroyed, it will make people have more tyrannical and secret desires.

However, above this body is a face of abstinence and indifference, like a snowy mountain all year round, revealed from the surrounding clouds.

The anger in Ye Ying's heart became even hotter, but she didn't notice the Adam's apple rolling quietly by the mountain god.

She didn't know that in the eyes of lovers, she was also full of fatal attraction.

After being brought back, the outer coat covered in mud and blood was taken off, and now she is only wearing a black vest on the upper body. That smear of black was supported by her sharp lines and slender waist, like a graceful arc of thick ink.

Her hair was slightly longer, dangling in front of her delicate collarbone, leaving a light shadow.

The dim light and shadow re-outlined her facial features, highlights, shadows, each stroke is emphasizing her face. The eyes were full of wild vitality because they were full of anger, and the pale lips were kissed red, like ripe mountain cherries.

What makes people fascinated the most is the breath on her body, that rich, astringent scent of grass and flowers, like a certain segment of midsummer, a certain moment, like her, with boundless vitality.

Always hot, burning, and alive.

The mountain **** looked at her almost obsessively. This is his lover, a star in his long life, waiting for a thousand years to finally come.

Ye Ying was watched by his seemingly calm eyes, and for some reason, her heart beat a few beats faster. Thinking of the villain's kiss just now, she became even more angry, and kissed again like revenge.

Her kiss was not tender at all, it was like a wolf tearing its prey. During the entanglement, it seemed that rusty blood seeped out, but no one cared.

Both he and she fell into an instinct, close to the most primitive instinct of life. The gauze lamp was overturned to the ground, the candle rolled out of the lampshade, lingered on the ground for two breaths, then went out, and the whole hall fell into darkness.

In the far corner there is a pillar of branch lamps, but the lights are more like sparks and cannot cover the entire hall at all. In the darkness, the two people's rapid gasps and violent heartbeats intertwined. They obviously couldn't see things, but their senses, which were already sharper than ordinary people, magnified everything to the point that it was almost unbearable.

The body under the palm is solid and flexible, undulating like a mountain range. The fiery body temperature is moist, blooming, clamoring, asking for and giving. The strange yet familiar touch ignited a cluster of sparks at the fingertips, making each other tremble.

Later, Ye Ying couldn't tell whether it was anger or desire burning in her veins. Frantic and disorderly images flashed one after another, but she couldn't distinguish them.

Or maybe it's just venting the violent emotions that I can't find an outlet for.

At this moment, I can only feel, endless feelings. Feel yourself, feel the other person. The man who had always been calm and prudent exhaled a scorching and heavy breath in his ear, and called her name in a low magnetic voice.

The heartbeat, I don't know if it came from the link of the star of fate, or it simply came from the naked skin that was attached. Ye Ying clung to his broad and strong shoulders, breathing tremblingly like drowning, rising and falling with the desire to blend.

The galaxy hangs low, gorgeous and peaceful, broken and reorganized in front of your eyes, and the cycle goes back and forth.

Am I... blasphemy?

Ye Ying was thinking vaguely, and was soon robbed of the last sliver of clarity by the hot kiss from her neck.

The sky was getting darker.

Outside the fairy temple, She Luo had the usual poker face. His face was like sinking water, illuminated by a gleam of light.

Opposite him are Hui San and Hu Fengyao.

There was a sneer in the wind: "Is this what you are capable of?"

Hui San raised his eyes, his silver eyes glowed coldly in the night wind.

Hu Fengyao raised his chin arrogantly, swept his eyes silently at She Luo, and sneered: "Where is it, it's better if you can send it."

"It's been said to run away from poison and run away from poison. You, a coral snake, were poisoned to death?! Are you a dead snake?"

She Luo's face was also very ugly, and she retorted: "When you see Du, you turn around and run away, I was beaten to the ground, don't you know how to help?"

Hui San looked pale, watching the two fight. It's a pity that She Luo didn't intend to let him go, so she turned her head and taunted: "You are a mouse, can't you just hang on? Do you have to stand up and shoot someone? Don't you know that you have bad eyesight?"

When the three of them quarreled, they were not worried that they would disturb the people in the Immortal Temple—after all, after the mountain **** returned, the Immortal Temple imposed restrictions.

They can't hear what's going on inside, and the people inside can't hear them.

So when the door was pulled open suddenly, both sides were startled.

Ye Ying lazily came out of the side hall, without even looking at the three of them, she went straight forward, and did not forget to wave: "Go."

Hui San is a fool, immediately got up and followed Ye Ying away. Hu Fengyao looked up at Ye Ying's eyes and brows, and paused for a moment, then glanced meaningfully at the dark side hall.

In the darkness, I don't know if the mountain **** looked at him.

Hu Fengyao looked back as if nothing had happened.

Ye Ying raised her chin and walked past She Luo. She Luo looked at her unkindly, but didn't get half a reaction.

She had already gone four or five steps, but she retreated again.

She Luo: "?"

Ye Ying lifted her chin slightly, raised her eyebrows and slanted them down from the end of her eyes, and suddenly a nasty smile opened at the corner of her mouth.

She only said four words: "Thank you for the hospitality."

She Luo was confused by these words, and seeing her gradually receding back, she remembered to walk to the entrance of the hall.

He pushed open the door, and saw a tall figure groping for something in the darkness.

She Luo stepped into the hall and asked, "Master Mountain God, did you—"

Before he could say the last two words, his eyes lit up—the candle that had fallen to the ground was picked up and relit.

In the glow of the candle, the young **** looked over faintly. The normally meticulous upper robe was left open, revealing a body that could be called the most perfect masterpiece of the Creator.

But his hair was messed up and his body was covered with scars, which added a cruel and decadent beauty.

She Luo opened her eyes wide in surprise, and exclaimed uncontrollably from her throat: "She actually hit..."

He swallowed half of the words.

Just kidding, he is a fan of brain damage, not really brain damage. As soon as he turned his head, he knew that the mountain **** would regard Ye Ying's behavior as an offense, and there was no need to punish him himself.

But... this is too much.

The innocent Snake Boy's chest heaved violently to suppress his anger at seeing his idol being blasted. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally uttered a sentence: "Do you want to heal your injuries?"

This is also a stupid statement.

If the mountain **** didn't want to, it would be impossible for Ye Ying's attack power to cause scars on him.

But at first, She Luo just changed his outlet for his anger, and then he saw the mountain **** sigh.

This was even scarier than watching him being beaten, and this was the first time She Luo saw him show emotion.

The mountain **** touched the bruise on his cheekbone, and then touched the wound that had just stopped bleeding after being ruptured and then was bitten and opened fiercely, and thought for a while: "No need."

The wound from the spouse's beating is so easily erased, I'm afraid she will be even more angry when she sees it.

There was a cunning in the eyes of the mountain **** that was completely inconsistent with his usual temperament.

And... if you go to her with this hurt on your face, the success rate of being forgiven should be greater, right?

After all, although he is not proud of his appearance, he also understands the lethality of this face—especially after the battle damage.

If She Luo knew what the mountain **** was thinking at the moment, his belief in idols would be completely collapsed—

—Has his high and mighty **** already started to try tricks of pretending to be pitiful and seductive? !