The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils

Fengchen Ling opened his eyes, and it wasn't the endless darkness that caught his eyes, but the light he had been waiting for. Fengchen Ling is unbelievable, what happened that night, why suddenly his eyes became clear. Obviously Mo Qingyu's eyes were dug out. In this life, Fengchen Ling dare not expect to see the sun again.

Unexpectedly, I can still have a day of recovery.

Suddenly Fengchen seemed to be thinking of something. He tilted his head and saw Mo Qingli lay quietly beside his side, but his pale, rosy face was now pale and there was no trace of blood.

Fengchenling's eyebrow flashed in disgust, did she want to stun herself and then get started?

Hehe ..., secretly laughed, Fengchenling lifted the quilt covering his body, Yuguang glanced at him, Fenglingchen was shocked, but only one night, his whip marks disappeared miraculously.

Looking at the pale ink glass, is she? Fengchen Ling was full of questions, but how could she help herself, and how could she have such amazing abilities?

The entire Motian dynasty knows that these six princess Mo Qingli are extremely stupid, and they are all princesses. But how can you explain everything in front of you? My eyes, the scars on my body, all healed overnight.

"Blood ... blood ..."

A low whisper awakened Fengchenling from meditation. He stepped forward and covered his weak shoulders. There was no previous disgust. Instead, such contact made the innermost point of Fengchenling ripple. "Mo Qingli ,what did you say?"

Mo Qingli first used the mana to heal the wounds on Fengchen Ling. Later, in order to heal Fengchenling's eyes, he almost exhausted his mana. Moreover, since attaching the six princesses, Mo Qingli apparently felt that his mana seemed to be limited, and he could not cast the spells as he wanted, as he did before. If it is normal, curing scars will definitely not make Mo Qingli faint due to exhaustion.

Now Mo Qingli only feels that she is very hungry and hungry, and urgently needs "food" to supplement her body and energy. For thousands of years, her food has only one kind, and that is fresh blood, although it is not required to be human. Blood, but the purer blood is her favorite, and the smell from Fengchen Ling is exactly the taste she likes ...

Not to mention, this taste is just around the corner.

"I, I want ... blood."

In other words, Mo Qingli's hands hooked Feng Chenling's neck. Feng Chenling accidentally pressed Mo Qingli's body. A woman's unique softness came from her chest, and Feng Chenling's face flashed unnaturally. Red, it is said that in the early morning, human sexuality is the strongest. Now that she hasn't opened her eyes, she can't wait for herself?

Fengchen's spirit was a little tangled, both expecting and fearing, but still obediently lying on Mo Qingli's body, motionless.

"His ~~~" didn't have the ambiguous movement in Fengchenling's imagination, but the pain that suddenly seemed to be bitten by sharp teeth at the neck, Fengchenling bit his lips tightly and swallowed the painful voice into his stomach. This pain is nothing to Fengchenling.