The cheeks fluttered a slightly cold breath, and she subconsciously leaned back, but she could not move the arms on both sides of the bamboo table.

"Why should he hide?" He would take a thin and clear jaw to the side of her ear, and laughed at him without any illness: "Are you not a lonely woman?"

A warm breath drilled into the auricle, the numbness of the numbness from the bottom to the bottom, she stiffened her back, her white ears rushed to a touch of flushing.

She buried her head and trembled her voice: "I, I didn't hide ..."

Lucking with a smile on his lips, his eyes looked at her lazily: "Raise your head."

Yu steaming the steaming screen held his breath, raised his head obediently.

His lips stopped in her ear. She moved suddenly, and her cool lips inadvertently rubbed her earlobe, causing her to soft, and she almost collapsed.

Raising her hand to hold her back, the hot temperature slowly penetrated into his palm through a thin layer of fabric.

In the silent bamboo house, the sound of swallowing saliva was vaguely swallowed. His eyes were slightly sinking, and his throat knot was gently rolled up and down.

The low -dumb and magnetic voice sounded in her ear, like a demon whispering: "Lonely helping you cultivate, okay?"

The atmosphere in the house was lingering, but his eyes were not contaminated by half of his feelings. Desire, a thin smile on his lips.

He hates people who do not choose to achieve their goals.

If she is only for cultivation, she promises to double cultivation with him, what is the difference between her and the goddess?

In order to get a humble love, the goddess was willing to be regarded as a J-I son who was generally committed to others. She would rather give her biological blood to the old man of the priest.

Today, she can practice with him in order to practice, and tomorrow she can betray him for cultivation.

If she is such a woman, it is better to remove it as soon as possible, so as not to give herself a disaster.

A thin layer of frost in his palm, as long as she opened her lips, it would be her buried place.

Yu's steaming looked a little stunned. Xu was because he was too close to him. He swallowed her with a temperature, which stopped her brain to stop thinking.

Her mother has a single life for two lives, and it is almost forty years to add together. This is the first time she has been so close to a man.

Her eyes stared at his half -open placket, the flat and strong chest was looming, and I didn't know pulling down some.

The window of the bamboo house was not closed, and the cool cold wind blew in, making the steaming steamed brain gradually wake up.

She knows the double cultivation. Although the cultivation of the immortal world does not stop this practice method, the monks who are generally cultivated are husbands and wives.

Not to mention that the ghost king is unknown with her. If she is a cub, should she be born or not?

If it was born, at least the ghost king had to give her a name.

How many gifts are needed at that time, there are a few tables for the banquet, what is the name of the cub, who is born with the surname of the cub ... These questions are quite tricky.

In case the cub is a boy, it is even more unlucky. She has to build a house for him to marry a daughter -in -law. If his daughter -in -law asked them who to save the water together, she would have to automatically sink the bottom.

The more you want to be steaming, the more you want to be cold. Where is the ghost king who is helping her?

She pushed him away and said coldly, "I don't want to repair it."

Rongshang lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slowly, and the thin ice in his palm turned into a puddle of ice water and disappeared without a trace: "If you don't want it, forget it."

He was about to leave when his eyes inadvertently glanced at an egg on the bamboo table.

The egg seemed to be about the size of a chicken egg, with a slight glimmer of light on its surface. Although the white light was extremely weak, he was able to capture it keenly.

Rong Shang raised his eyebrows: "What is this?"

Yu Zhanzong said truthfully: "I cooked the eggs laid by this hen in Prince Yan's mansion this morning, but I haven't had time to eat them yet."

He narrowed his long eyes and looked at the Chongming bird nestled at her feet.

The Chongming bird is extremely rare because it depends on its mood when laying eggs. If it is in a bad mood, it will not lay an egg for tens of thousands of years.

He once raised a Chongming bird in captivity. The bird did not lay eggs for more than a thousand years, so he stewed it and ate it.

She was lucky. A few days after she got it, the Chongming bird laid an egg for her.

He tapped the bird's egg with his thin and slender fingers and shook it gently twice. Sure enough, as she said, the egg had been boiled.

The eggs of the Chongming bird cannot be cooked and will solidify if exposed to heat. Nowadays, the eggs must be reconstituted in a container before they can be eaten.

Rong Shang held the egg in his palm and said, "I'll give this egg to you."

He only brought two dragon spinal cords with him when he went out this time. If he stayed in this formation for a long time, he might not have enough.

The eggs of the Chongming Bird are extremely rare. Although they have little effect on the spell behind him, they can still help relieve his pain.

Yu Zhengtong was stunned for a moment and nodded.

It's just an egg, and she's not such a stingy person.

She was about to say something, but she felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen, as if she had been pricked by thousands of fine needles, and large drops of sweat slowly dripped down her forehead.

Yu was breathing heavily, her face was as white as paper, as if a hand had tightly grasped her throat, suffocating her until she couldn't breathe.

Rong Shang frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

The dull pain became more and more obvious, even making her unable to speak.

She struggled to stand up, with veins bulging on her temples. Her calves suddenly went weak, and she fell hard towards the ground.

Yu Zhengzong was ready to land face first, but the expected pain did not come, and she fell into a cold embrace.

Rong Shang's arms held her waist, lifted her up and walked towards the bed.

The bed is also made of bamboo. It is covered with comfortable and soft brocade mattresses. Everything is clean and spotless, making it easy for people to relax.

She was placed on the couch, with a pale face, curled up into a small ball.

Pain surged into her limbs and bones, and waves of dull pain hit her, making her wish she could tear herself in half.

Rong Shang grabbed her wrist, and through a layer of fabric, he used his spiritual consciousness to penetrate into her bone veins.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter. There seemed to be a domineering chronic poison buried in her body. The poison was eroding her flesh and blood bit by bit, which was why she was in such pain.

When her internal organs are completely swallowed up by the poison, that will be the day she dies.

Rong Shang let go of his hand, his expression cold.

This poison will not kill her for the time being, it will only make her suffer. By the time the sun rises tomorrow, the poison will pass.

Although she was just a nobody in Penglai Mountain, there were many people who wanted her life. Whether it was Mrs. Lu or Yu Jiangjiang, drugging her was a piece of cake.

This is a chronic poison, so she won't die for the time being, let alone delay his affairs.

As for whether she will die in the future, it has nothing to do with him.

He lowered his head and remained motionless, telling himself this.

Since it has nothing to do with him, he should leave.

With this thought in mind, he turned around and walked slowly.

When he was about to walk out of the bamboo house, he heard an inaudible whisper from behind him: "Help me..."

Help me?

He was stunned, chewing these three familiar yet unfamiliar words repeatedly between his teeth.

Once upon a time, he had shouted these three words helplessly over and over again in a childlike voice.

He was locked in an iron cage, surrounded by square iron bars. The iron cage was covered with a yellow cloth, completely shrouded in darkness.

In order to make him surrender, the third prince stabbed his arm with an embroidery needle, stitch after stitch, with dense needle holes all over his limbs.

The eye of a needle is not easy to see. If you hit him with a whip and damage his body, the Donghuang Priest will be unhappy by then.

The goddess kept crying, so he thought she still cared about him and shouted over and over again: "Mom, help me."

It's ridiculous that he was too naive at the beginning. She could even betray her clan members, so what did he mean to her?

He screamed for three days, and she cried for three days. No one rescued him, and he was sent to the palace where Donghuang worshiped his wife with bruises all over his body.

Rong Shang's entire body was buried in the shadows, and his lowered eyes covered the look underneath them, making it impossible to tell his emotions at the moment.

Her voice became lower and lower, like a feather falling from the sky, without any response.

Yu steamed and curled up, her whole body was as cold as if she had fallen into a cold abyss, a pinprick-like pain spread through the blood in her limbs, and a tearing feeling swept through her body again and again, threatening to tear her apart at any time.

She looked at the beams of the bamboo house in despair. If only there was a piece of white silk, it would be enough to make her die immediately, as long as this inhuman torture could be stopped.

Perhaps she was hallucinating, and a white shadow really appeared in front of her eyes.

Something pressed tightly against the pale lips, and it felt soft and ice-like, like jelly.

She raised her head in confusion, her eyes suddenly tightening.

It's the Ghost King... The Ghost King is kissing her?

She was in such pain, and he still thought of how to molest her?

With tears in Yu steaming eyes, she bit his lips hard.

The bloody taste of rust bloomed on the tip of his tongue. He slowly frowned and gave her the last bit of immortal power on his lips.

The Chongming Bird is an ancient mythical beast. Although its eggs cannot detoxify, they can help relieve her pain. At least she will no longer have pain in the past few days.

The bird's egg had been boiled by her in hot water and had become solidified. He originally wanted to wait until it was useful and then use a container to refine the bird's egg.
To be continued...