Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 1625 Jiao Di Di is weak and weak

The palm that Ling Shiyin was hit by Yuan Ji was extremely strong, and the grievance was injected into it, making it even more serious. Ling Shiyin was hugged by the heavenly demon, feeling the strong air current from the sky. As I brushed it, I felt dizzy and weak, and my chest was tight and painful. I didn't feel very good.

Coughing again and again, but the demon ignored him, just flew into the sky at full speed.

"Where are you taking me...?"

Ling Shi faintly raised his brows and leaned on the shoulder of the demon.

"Ask it knowingly!"

"I'm uncomfortable..."

Ling Shiyin's feeble hands were placed on the shoulders of the heavenly devil, leaning quietly, his heart was astonished at his natural and completely uncontrolled behavior.

How can you be so close to him?

They have already reached this point, how can they still rely on him naturally?

He cannot do this.

This man is in the company of the heinous slaying emperor, they are not the same at all, what is he doing?

Ling Shiyin struggled incomparably.

However, he couldn't ignore the strange feelings from his heart. For thousands of years, his heart was like a dusty stone. He didn't have any affection for anyone. Even when he was alive, he was favored by the kings alone. Just to live, to be prosperous and wealthy, to conspiracy rights, and to act every time.

In Ling Shiyin’s cognition, feelings are an extremely meaningless thing. It can make people lose their minds, make people mad, and make people fall apart...

But, why is it that he knows it is hostile, but is held in his arms by this evil and dark man...you feel so safe? It's like an ancient harbor that no one cares about. It just temporarily became his habitat...

Ling Shiyin stared feebly at the stern and tough chin of the man holding his own. When he was wandering, he was regained reality by a word from the demon.

"Endure, you can't die, and you won't die!"

There is no tenderness at all, or even crudeness.

The powder box in Ling Shiyin's left palm is constantly floating out of powder, colorless and tasteless, because the hand holding the small box is hidden on the back of the demon...

Therefore, Ling Shiyin always felt that this would never be discovered by the demon.

It's just that he thinks.

"I'm uncomfortable..." Again, not afraid that the heavenly demon would be annoying and throw him down, Lingshi languidly knocked on the shoulder of the heavenly demon, and kept saying "uncomfortable" like a repeater.

"!" The devil had a black face and ignored it.

"How did I treat you when you were uncomfortable? You really don't know how to repay you."

"It's all fake, you still have a face to tell me?"

Everything was just playing around for the sake of arrogance, and the demon sneered in his heart, seemingly indifferent.

"Whether it is true or false, if I do this, it means I am willing. If I don't want to, who will wipe your disgusting wound?"

Ling Shiyin's light and fluttering voice, as if he hadn't eaten enough, was soft and gentle, and it sounded extremely good.

"Do you dare to say that I am disgusting! Believe it or not, I will throw you down!" If the demon doesn't tell lies, he will throw Ling Shiyin from the sky if he is really acting.

"Throw it as you like, or throw it away, don't have to be taken away by you, you will become a prisoner when you arrive at your site."

The demon gritted his teeth secretly, he couldn't say that this witty dead fairy!

He will not throw this dog thing from the sky. After all, he still has to take the person in his arms back and get trapped so that he can only stay where his eyes can be. He has never treated anything for tens of thousands of years. People have been interested, and have a strange feeling for such a little ghost and **** alone. For this reason, the demons are both struggling and helpless.

Take it home first.

After that, take one step and count one step.

In the end, the demon had a gloomy face and found a mountain top, the misty cliff top with extreme reluctance.

Put Ling Shiyin on the ground and kicked him coldly, "Get up! Sit down! Back to me."

Resentment erodes this kind of injury, which is insignificant in the eyes of the demon.

As long as it is not the destruction of the soul, the disappearance of the soul is a trivial matter to him.

Above the night sky, there are few stars.

Ling Shiyin is like a delicate flower, lying on the ground, hearing the words, not moving, but faintly stretched out his white and slender hands, delicately, and said weakly: "Help me."

The tall heroic, the evil evil demon immediately showed a furious look, with a "boom", and punched the boulder on the cliff in the air, and then roared: "You dog is deliberately playing with me? Is it all you do?" "

His patience kept the red light on again and again, but he lowered the standard of patience again and again.

"Can you help?"

Under the night sky, on the top of the cliff, in the misty clouds, the hidden ink hair of the spirit world is messy, soft and beautiful, and the eyebrows are full of weakness and charm.

With this look, just staring at the demon for three seconds, the black-faced and violent man was completely defeated.

He stretched out his hand and yanked the fallen spirit world up. His slender fingers were cold and boneless, and they looked like a dead person, but they were shocked by the heavenly demon. Once held, there seemed to be a kind of magic power to make him Don't want to let go.

Sitting cross-legged while supporting Ling Shiyin, the demon squatted coldly behind Ling Shiyin, then turned his wrists, and a whirlpool of black suction suddenly rose from the palm of his hand. The resentment was sucked out.

Ling Shiyin's complexion gradually recovered, exhaling a turbid breath, and then he fell back naturally, leaning into the arms of the heavenly demon, as if he was using the heavenly demon as a cushion, without any shame.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed demon suddenly noticed some kind of powder on the sleeve of Ling Shiyin's left hand.

The light in his eyes was as dark as an abyss.

Even though the demons found out the clues, they did not expose them.

He stood up faintly, not intending to hold Ling Shiyin anymore, but before he spoke, his back sank and his neck was tightened from the circle.

Someone jumped on his back and wanted him to carry it!

"What the **** is wrong with you! I escaped! What are you still pestering me for!"

The demon roared frantically, but the people behind couldn't shake it off.

"I don't know... I wanted to do it, so I just did it. There is no one else here anyway."

Buried in the neck of the heavenly demon, the spirit world was muffled and the tone was flat, as if he was talking about a trivial thing.

"Get down!"

"No, Master Tianma has a high level of cultivation. I can't compare it to the general population. Carry it on my back, I am not sinking."

"..."

Finally? In the end, didn’t you just walk with your back?

When the sky showed a ray of dawn, the spirit world was hidden on the back of the demon, and he suddenly realized that they had entered the territory of the Nushan Mountain Range.

When entering this area more mysterious and magnificent than a hundred thousand mountains, the demons suddenly stopped, and they stopped by a waterfall and blue pond in the deep forest.

Before Ling Shiyin asked what was going on...

The devil suddenly strangled his left wrist with the small powder box hidden...

(End of this chapter)