Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

Chen Zhou's eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing became increasingly disordered and out of rhythm, as if he would faint in the next second.

However, no matter how uncomfortable Lu Ding's physique is, he will not faint.

Through the mask, Ling Yun could clearly observe his every movement and expression.

Her master's endurance is really strong.

pity.

"Really? Even if you get through this time, the next time it will come even harder. It's just a matter of a little earlier or later. What's the difference?"

The masked man looked calm and at ease.

Chen Zhou said nothing.

He was not as obsessed with chastity as the men in the female-dominated world, but this man looked like he was enjoying a good show, and he couldn't bear it.

If she had stopped talking nonsense and been more direct and firm, he could have still deceived himself into thinking that he was forced into doing it without knowing why.

It’s hateful that she keeps asking questions one by one and won’t continue unless he agrees.

Chen Zhou seemed to be able to stare at her mask to pieces, and his slightly murderous eyes stared straight at her.

There was a slight smell of blood coming from the hand holding the sword. It turned out that he had deliberately cut his palm with the sword, and blood was oozing out from the palm of his hand.

Resisting to this extent?

Ling Yun's smile faded, his lips were tightly clenched, and he sneered.

Even through the mask, one could feel the sudden sense of oppression that was coming over her.

Chen Zhou: Are you still laughing?

comfortable.

But she suddenly reached out and pulled him up from the bed.

Chen Zhou thought she finally couldn't bear it anymore. His breathing became rapid and his chest was shaking clearly and strongly.

It's really hard.

"Now you're scared." The masked man pressed him on his legs and grasped his bleeding hand with his cold hand.

The strong force caused the blood to flow more and more, and a piercing and itchy feeling came from the wound.

The wound is getting worse.

Chen Zhou pulled his hands away several times, but the other party held them very tightly, until he couldn't bear the pain anymore and began to tremble.

With sweat all over his body soaking his clothes, Chen Zhou clenched his fingers. In just a few moments, he said calmly with cold sweat dripping down his face: "Are you sick?"

Ling Yun touched his hand and could feel the traces of warm blood.

She lowered her head in surprise, smiled slightly, and said, "Well... you are so smart."

"..."

Seeing that no one responded to her words, Ling Yun looked at his expression and suddenly realized: "So you are scolding me."

Chen Zhou felt pain and discomfort, and the discomfort in his body did not ease at all because of the pain, but became even more intense.

He breathed heavily: "...When you've touched me enough, let go."

"What?" Ling Yun said calmly, "I can't hear you. I was afraid you were scolding me again."

She grabbed Chen Zhou's shaking hands and pulled them in front of her. A rope flashed with magic light and instantly wrapped around him. "It's not a good habit to hurt yourself."

She moved her fingers, and after a flash of light, the wound healed.

"I helped tie my brother's hands, don't thank me."

Her eyes fell on Chen Zhou's lips again, which were already covered in blood.

You also need to stuff something in your mouth.

"My brother demolished my land. It's fine if he demolishes it, but he also took some of my things. Is he very interested in them?"

Her mask pressed against Chen Zhou's wet cheek. The cool touch made Chen Zhou gasp immediately and his eyes gradually blurred.

After a brief comfort, she stepped back, and Chen Zhou couldn't help but chase after her and stick to her: "...Are you interested...What can I do?"

His temples were wet, and he smiled slightly: "...It seems that this thing is very important."

If it was important, he would not return it easily.

The masked person certainly knew this truth, but she still did not hide it.

"If I hadn't thought about the love between us, my brother would have died ten thousand times by now."

She stroked his wet hair with her cold hands, and Shen Zhou trembled slightly under her hands.

"Is that so?" he said in a somewhat hurried voice. "What is the affection between us?"

Ling Yun remained calm: "Love at first sight."

"Want to kill my love at first sight?"

So vindictive.

Ling Yun laughed: "Then you misunderstood me. We demon cultivators have always loved and hated each other. This can only mean that I love you."

Eloquent.

Chen Zhou's body temperature was much higher than that of a normal person. His legs had begun to tremble. Ling Yun's hands loosely supported him through the cloth, without any impoliteness, like a gentleman.

"…It's just some old stories. Why did you chase him here?"

"Some old things, as for you reporting them to the Sword Sect?" Ling Yun's breath sprayed on his neck, which was very itchy.

It seems that we can't reach an agreement.

"Brother, you'd better not move." Ling Yun noticed his movements and grabbed his waist, pulling him back and not letting him move at all: "Actually, there is another way."

She stared at Chen Zhou's slightly red lips and spoke slowly.

"Why don't you make me happy for once, so that our relationship can grow stronger, and I'll just think of it as your brother following me and not care about it anymore."

Chen Zhou didn't say anything. He rested his forehead on Ling Yun's shoulder. His slippery fingers were powerless and he could neither push away nor hold on.

It's really torture.

His eyes could no longer focus, and the world gradually became blurred before his eyes.

Ling Yun waited for so long and finally smelled the most intense aroma of the cauldron.

good smell.

It smells indescribable.

The blood seemed to be flowing backwards, and this out-of-control feeling was really novel.

She sat still, and Chen Zhou stuck close to her, as if he was afraid that she would leave.

But at the same time, his hands pushed her in a contradictory way.

"...I can't have sex..."

Before the last trace of consciousness disappeared, Chen Zhou said intermittently: "... Furnace Cauldron Technique..."

He hasn't figured it out yet!

Ling Yun looked strange: "So you are worried about this."

She picked him up and said, "Even if we don't have sex, I still have a way to help my brother."

*

The curtain fell completely.

The ribbon wrapped around the wrist was already tangled. On the wide bed, under the thin quilt, was a sweaty body.

At first glance, every part of this person's face, including cheeks, neck, and lips, was red.

He hid himself very tightly. Apart from his bound wrists, only his head was visible. His long black hair spread out behind him like satin.

His eyes were blindfolded. This magic weapon was used to conceal his spiritual consciousness. The world of the sinking boat was pitch black and he could not see anything.

His voice continued to leak out as he couldn't clench his teeth.

Ling Yun had already taken off the mask on her face. She sat on the edge of the bed, facing sideways, staring at the person on the bed.

Her fingers were pressed on a black plate, and she fiddled with the chess pieces on the board with an indifferent expression.

Every time the chess piece is touched, a flash of magical light will appear on it, and at the same time the chess piece will vibrate violently, accompanied by a long buzzing sound.

Each chess piece controls something different, and the sounds you hear are also high and low.

Chen Zhou twitched, and he let out a mournful cry, his neck raised up like a dying crane.

After a violent tremor, his head tilted, and his messy black hair covered half of his unconscious face.

The house was silent for a moment.