Quick travel: Qing Leng host is forced to have sex with crazy criticizing wall-dong

Did he die like this?

Bichen stared blankly at the gray sky.

He gave a very bitter smile.

Close your eyes slowly.

In his mind, the master's death and Shuang Yu's abandonment came to mind again.

Before turning around, Qilian's proud and contemptuous smile lingered.

"My...my...he is mine...he is mine in life, and he must be my ghost in death!"

Baichen's eyes were blood red, and a hoarse voice like a broken bellows escaped from his mouth.

As soon as he opened his mouth, streams of uncontrollable blood kept pouring out.

The hatred and unwillingness in his heart caused veins to pop out all over his body, and the hostility in his body became heavier and heavier.

'boom--'

There was only a crisp sound, like the sound of glass breaking.

Baichen's eyes darkened and he suddenly opened them.

His thoughts were confused, he gasped for breath and struggled to sit up from the ground.

The pain still lingered as his body was pierced by countless sharp knives. The demonic energy in his body was also expanding, sucking in the white mist around him crazily.

"Kill you...kill you..."

Muttering to himself, Baochen stood up unsteadily.

It was also at this moment that the ghost cultivator hiding in the white mist suddenly attacked him.

In the body wrapped in black Yin Qi, the claws of dense white bones suddenly appeared.

Just hearing the sound of "Puch--", Baochen's abdomen was stabbed.

"Hahaha... Very good, very good. After I absorb your soul, I will make your body into a puppet..."

Thinking that he had succeeded, the ghost cultivator let out a sharp laugh. Although he didn't even have a physical body, he could hear the clear sound of swallowing saliva.

"Ah."

Baichen lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth coolly, and slowly raised his eyes.

The pair of strange eyes hidden by the potion revealed a depth like black ink.

The next second, the yin energy on the ghost cultivator began to dissipate greatly, and was actually sucked away by Bichen.

"Damn!"

Letting out a miserable howl, the ghost cultivator immediately wanted to pull out his hand.

But Baochen grabbed his hand tightly and stabbed him deeper.

As if he couldn't notice the pain, he crazily sucked in the yin energy from the other person's body, raising his thin lips higher and higher, higher and higher.

"Let me go...Sir, save me..."

You couldn't see the ghost cultivator's expression, but you could hear the fear in his voice.

The Yin Qi surrounding him became thinner and thinner.

His voice grew quieter and quieter.

In the end, it completely died down.

The thick yin energy was sucked in by Baichen.

The demonic energy was too abundant, and the pair of strange eyes hidden by the potion could no longer be hidden. One was red and the other was gold, revealing a coquettish and strange look.

"feather……"

Lowering his eyes slightly, Baichen looked at Shuangyu, who was still unconscious, and called out in a low voice.

Something is obviously wrong with Shuangyu.

Because of the pain, Baichen's body kept twitching and shaking.

Shuangyu's face was flushed because of the illusion, and from time to time, suppressed moans escaped from his mouth.

What did he see?

Who could be the person in the fantasy with whom he has had a fateful relationship?

Baichen stared for a moment, his scarlet eyes almost bleeding.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He slowly walked towards Shuangyu, squatted down, and wrapped his generous palms around Shuangyu's slender and white neck, tightening it tightly.

A strong sense of suffocation hit.

Shuangyu found that Feng Ningren, a pervert, suddenly grabbed his neck.

"Well……"

His expression turned painful, and he tried to break his hand.

"Bangga——" There was a sound, and the sound of broken glass sounded again.

The feeling of weightlessness came over him, Shuangyu's eyes darkened, and then became bright again. The person holding his neck turned into Bichen.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. Anger was rising up, and he raised his foot to kick the dust.

Sensing that he was awake, Baochen suddenly let go, clasped the back of his head with one hand, and kissed him heavily.

Before he could take a breath, he was blocked again. Shuangyu almost kicked off his legs and was gone.

He struggled wildly.

But the more he struggled, the crazier the other party became.

There was blood in his mouth, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or Bichen's.

'Zira——'

There was the sound of clothes being torn.

Bichen finally let go of Shuangyu.

"Cough cough cough..."

He coughed violently while gasping for air, and the next second he took a breath of cold air.

In the blink of an eye, countless teeth marks appeared on his body.

It was as if Bichen wanted to tear off a piece of his flesh. There were teeth marks all over his neck and collarbone, and some of them were bleeding.

"Are you crazy!"

Shuangyu kept inhaling in pain and cursed angrily.

"What did you do in the illusion, and who was the person who changed things with you in the illusion?!"

Baochen raised his eyes and stared at him, questioning.

Shuangyu's eyes widened, she never expected that he would find any clues, and she suddenly felt guilty.

"Ah……"

Bichen showed a desperate and angry smile.

He wasn't given time to breathe.

Shuangyu burst into tears from the pain and almost vomited to death without a mouthful of old blood.

Damn, what is this called, I’m Jealous of Myself series?

Do you blame me for slicing it yourself? !

The key is that he is still speechless, and if he does, the crazy guy like Baichen may not believe him, and he may even think that he is making excuses.

"I can still get distracted. It seems I haven't worked hard enough..."

Baochen smiled coolly, his eyes cold and soul-stirring.

Shuangyu's heart skipped a beat, and she lit the wax for herself silently.

Very good, my old waist is not guaranteed!

*

There are two types of death in fantasy.

Or like Shuang Yu, indulge in love or realize dreams, and die in the ultimate experience.

Or like Bichen, tortured by the pain of the past, dying with unwillingness and despair.

Only those with an extremely strong will can break through the formation and come out of the illusion alive.

But there are very few such people in the world. After all, as long as you are human, you will have desires and regrets.

The phantom formation is a double-sided blade.

Once the formation is broken, the people who set it up will suffer backlash.

"puff!"

Qi Lian spat out a mouthful of heart blood and felt an excruciating pain as if his internal organs were being displaced.

"I have underestimated you again... You are so powerful that you are perfect for using as a Formation Eye... It doesn't matter, there will always be a chance."

While coughing, he stared at a black stone on the chessboard for a moment and muttered to himself.

Shuangyu and Baichen once again ruined his plan.

Old and new grudges will one day be settled.

Now that he has suffered backlash, if he meets the two of them, he may not be their opponent, so he might as well think long term.

With a sinister sneer in his mouth, Qi Lian left without any delay.

He had only been gone for a quarter of an hour when Xiao Ai came looking for him.

[Grandma, you’re a bear, you’re a step too late, huh, you can run fast!Otherwise, uncle, I will beat you until you have teeth all over the floor! 】

He cursed angrily and rushed to the chessboard.

On the chessboard, there are nearly twenty white and black stones in total.

It is different from the ordinary way of playing Go, but forms a yin-yang formation.

Obviously, this is the formation eye!

And these chess pieces, if nothing unexpected happens, should be the monks trapped in the formation.

[Hmph, let me give you a dragon claw hand! 】

Xiao Ai waved his chubby little hands like lotus roots, turning the chessboard into a pot of porridge. At this point, the formation was broken.

He proudly took out a chicken leg, and Xiao Ai gnawed on the drumstick and returned to life.