While Hua Qi was lost in thought, Shao Huai Jing took Fu Rou away.

Song Xin wanted to stop him but finally stopped.

He didn't know what identity he should use to retain her.

Their identities are very different.

A disciple of the righteous sect, a monster hated by the righteous people.

They are destined to have no way of intersecting.

Song Xin looked at the girl's retreating back, her face was cold and hard, as if nothing had changed, but her cold green eyes were staring straight in that direction, unwilling to look back.

"Lord Song is so reluctant to let go, why don't you chase her back?"

"If you just look at me like this, no matter how much you look at me, you will never look back."

Ji Chasi's slow voice came from the side. Song Xin looked away and glanced at him, then turned and walked in the direction of the demon lord.

"Why don't you straighten out your embarrassed appearance first, so as not to use this appearance to deceive anyone's sympathy again."

Song Xin's cold voice had no specific purpose, but Ji Chasi also knew that he was talking about him.

Ji Chasi doesn't care, as long as he can achieve his goal, even if he uses himself...

That’s okay too.

It's a pity that Song Xin had to step in when he was about to succeed.

Otherwise, he would have successfully obtained the girl's forgiveness by now.

The opportunity was lost this time, and I don’t know when we will see each other again.

And he will definitely not choose to sit still and wait for death.

Since the opportunity doesn't come, he will create the opportunity.

Ji Chasi narrowed his slender eyes and began to have the prototype of a plan in his mind.

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Shaohuai Jing, who was taking Fu Rou away over there, couldn't hold on after holding on for some distance away from Youyouli, and fell into a dense forest with the girl.

The fire of karma in his body set off an unprecedented wave, almost burning his mind completely.

But even at this time, he still remembered to reach out to protect the girl in his arms, so Fu Rou was not hurt when she finally landed.

She didn't know what it would be like to have a human pad pressed underneath her.

The first thing Fu Rou did when she got up was to check on Shaohuaijing's condition. The leader who used to be strictly and meticulously dressed was now in a very embarrassed state.

Because he gave her his coat, he only wore a white shirt now. The blood on his shoulders wet the white shirt, and there were a lot of dust and dead leaves around it, which made the originally spotless white shirt wet.

It's dirty and wrinkled.

His brows were furrowed, the ends of his closed eyes were flushed, and his face, which was like frost and cold jade, was stained with red clouds. He looked extremely abnormal.

"Master, are you okay?" Fu Rou noticed something was wrong with him and quickly reached out to help him up.

But as soon as her hand touched his, he grabbed her with his backhand.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the corners of his eyes were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood. His usually cold pupils were now slightly dilated, with a slight confusion, but he was looking at her closely.

"Master?" Seeing his appearance, Fu Rou thought he was feeling uncomfortable, so she quickly asked: "Master, how are you feeling now? Do you want to take some elixirs to supplement your health?"

She thought that the leader became like this because the fight with the vixen just consumed too much internal energy, or was caused by injuries.

But she didn't know that Shao Huai Jing was tortured like this because of the attack of love poison.

He endured the blazing pain all over his body, as if it had been burnt by tongues of fire. Every part of his skin was hot and painful, with an unbearable scorching temperature.

But after touching her wrist, the burning heat on his fingers instantly turned into a strange numbing feeling, which made him feel comfortable and wanted more contact.

He breathed slowly, and the breath he blew out was thick and hot.

His thin red lips moved slightly, and he looked at her with a longing expression.

A desire to touch.

"Master?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Fu Rou asked again.

And this voice also attracted Shao Huaijing's eyes to her lips.

He remembers the smell here.

Fragrant and soft.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his hazy eyes were full of deep longing.

He grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her over. When she staggered into his arms, he held her slim waist and lowered his head to kiss the corner of her lips.

Fu Rou's eyes widened in surprise. She stretched out her hand to push his shoulders, but he let his tongue enter her lips while gasping.

There was a smooth and warm touch on her fingers. She lowered her eyes and saw that her fingers were covered with his blood.

She inadvertently re-opened the newly solidified wound, but he kissed her lips and teeth without realizing it.

His movements were jerky and fierce, causing her to frown in pain.

She pulled back a little and wanted to speak, but he caught up with her and bit her lips before covering her again.

Don't give her any chance to speak.

His cool breath like cedar spread across her lips and teeth, and soon surrounded her whole body.

Her lips were bitten by him and her waist was held by him. She couldn't escape or speak.

In order to make her mouth feel better, Fu Rou could only choose to surrender.

She turned her back on herself and gently copied the shape of his lips, trying to teach him what kissing meant.

Shao Huaijing was indeed a genius in swordsmanship. He quickly learned it and used it on the girl's thin mouth.

Soon Fu Rou was out of breath. Her fingers unconsciously clasped the fabric of his shoulders, and he retreated from her lips with a muffled groan.

The expression that used to be as heartless and emotionless as ice was now covered in red. Not only were there bright water stains on her lips, but even the cold corners of her eyes were tinged with lust.

The emotional look of Qing Leng Xian Zun was extremely tempting, but Fu Rou just wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

She stood up and wanted to run away, but her waist was firmly grasped by the other party.

"Why run away."

His usually cold and low-pitched voice has a low-pitched magnetism, which is a bit indescribably sexy.

Fu Rou swallowed her saliva and didn't dare to look at him at all.

"Master...there's something wrong with you right now."

Fu Rou reminded him carefully, hoping that he would understand what he had just done.

Shao Huaijing raised his eyes to look at her and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

He didn't seem to understand what his actions just now meant. He just felt that after doing that, the burning sensation on his body was relieved a lot.

The hot and soft skin was filled with joy and pleasure from her touch. He liked doing things like that with her, and he could even tell that she didn't hate it.

Because she responded to him proactively.

So he raised his chin and searched for her lips again, but Fu Rou glanced at her face this time. She refused in a panic: "No, stop it!"

Shao Huaijing's eyes were a little confused, and his consciousness was blurred by the burning, but he still stopped obediently.

"Why."

"You don't hate it either, do you?" he said.

Fu Rou blushed and moved her lips, not knowing how to answer this question.

After a while, she decided to give up the question and said instead: "We can't stay here for a long time. If the Demon Lord and the others come after us... we might as well go back to the sect first."

Shao Huaijing listened to her words and said lightly in a slightly hoarse voice: "I can't go back. My meridians have been occupied by the fire of karma. If I use my internal energy again, it will only burn faster."

Fu Rou was at a loss for words and asked again: "What about... senior brother? Let senior brother pick us up..."

"He and the other selected disciples went to Sendai to participate in the competition. The whole trip lasted three days, and the sound transmission was isolated."

Shao Huaijing was very clear when he said this, but his voice always had an indescribable hoarseness, and his red eyes kept staring at Fu Rou.

There is always a feeling of ambiguity.

Fu Rou felt that his gaze was almost piercing her cheeks, but she also understood that the only way for them to communicate normally was to let the leader's anger fade away.

So Fu Rou bit the bullet and asked: "What should be done so that the leader's body can recover."

Shao Huaijing raised his fingers, tapped Fu Rou's lips with his hot knuckles, and then tapped his own thin red lips.

"Use your here to touch my here."

The incomprehensible leader expressed his needs. His eyes were dark and pure, but his face was glowing with a beautiful crimson color.

If it were someone else, Fu Rou would really think that the other person was playing hooligan, but Shao Huaijing...

That was the head of Wanyue Sect, a genius swordsman with no desire or love.
To be continued...