Shikigami Cultivation Guide

Chapter 48 Seduction

Ban Ruo was woken up by the loud fighting sound, got up with his pale arms, habitually wanted to pick up Yi Mu Lian, but found that the other party was lying on the edge of the bed and fell asleep, and then remembered that he had lured this god to degenerate into a monster up.

I don't know what kind of retribution he will suffer, but he has always lived in the present and doesn't care about it.

Yimulian raised his head, looked at him with purple indifferent eyes, and asked, "Ah Ruo, how do you feel?"

Hannya frowned, but replied habitually: "I'm fine."

His face was as pale as a wall powder, his voice was trembling, and he tried to be brave enough to say that he was fine.

When will this monster open up to himself?

"What happened outside?" Prajna rubbed her forehead and asked.

Yimu didn't move, but a blood-red eye suddenly appeared in the sky outside the house. The eyeballs kept turning, and eyes also appeared on the fighting field.

"They were wrestling, vying for the position of the new owner."

Prajna thought for a while before saying, "It's useless."

He always speaks sharply, yes, who in "Three Steps of Smile" can defeat the master?Participating in such activities is just a waste of effort, and no one will sympathize with dying in the arena.

"They held this event not just for the position of the master, but to find something for themselves." Yimulian said, his eyes calm and indifferent.

"Find something to do?"

"'Three-Step Smile' is very famous both among monsters and gods. Most of the monsters who come here are to escape from the world and live in a dream. But after a long time in the dream, they will feel that life is meaningless. An annual event can at least give them an illusion of what they can pursue," said Yimulian.

Prajna feels that after he grows up, his way of thinking and speaking are different from before.

Or is this just his illusion?

"Is there a meaning to living?" Banruo smiled, and said lightly, "Living is meaningless, but something has to happen to feel one's 'existence' in this world." He cast his eyes on Yimulian, Something deep floats and sinks.

"What's the matter, Ah Ruo?" Yimu Lian asked.

So Banruo didn't speak, just looked at him with golden eyes.Yimulian vaguely felt that there was the cruelty of hunting beasts in those eyes, and blood flowed faintly from the corners of the eyes, and there was a sense of coldness permeated on the handsome white face without any expression, and at the same time, there was a sense of conquest and demand.

Yimulian felt that he must have read it wrong.

Banruo took a knee step on the bed, approached Yimulian, wrapped his arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear: "My lord, I want to feel your presence." His words were soft and soft, almost making people People wonder if he has ulterior motives.

Yimulian froze, he had never been invited like this before, and then said something that wanted to bite off his tongue: "Did such a thing happen between you and that exorcist?"

Banruo was stunned for a while, then laughed loudly and said, "Are you jealous?"

Yimu Lian didn't speak.

He felt that his whole body was in chaos. Following this inexplicable monster, he saw his past and was forced to change his fate.And for this guy who I don't know very well, I actually developed feelings that I shouldn't have?

This monster is vicious, arrogant, jealous, wants to be stronger, afraid of being alone, stubborn but...

Childlike innocence is occasionally revealed in his temperament, like a kaleidoscope, every time he looks at it, he is a brand new him.

He didn't know what he had experienced in the past that led to such a distorted personality, but he wanted to understand him.

Asking such a question, did you subtly elevate your position to the other party too high, and even criticize from the role of a lover?

"Yes." He answered in the affirmative.

Banruo stopped laughing, stared at his eyes, and replied seriously: "Zhu Zi has always regarded me as a friend. He wants to control me, but he has no thoughts about me at all."

"how about you?"

"Me?" Prajna paused before saying, "I don't want to choose him."

Prajna didn't answer him directly, and was unwilling to choose him, but it didn't mean that he didn't want to choose him.

But this is enough for Yimulian.

The dark tide was surging, and although Hannya didn't get Yimulian's verbal answer, his silence had already given him the answer.His arms around Yimulian became tighter and tighter, silent and fierce.However, the weakness after blood loss attacked him in an instant, and the arm was lightly loosened, and the whole person fell on his back, and his body fell on the bed.

His golden eyes looked at Yimulian, unable to tell what emotion it was.

Covering his eyes with one hand, he felt the fine and long eyelashes brushing against his palm.

The other hand raised his newly healed hand, the bloody cut still left a deep mark, which was a little scary on the pale skin.Yimulian smiled slightly, his eyes appeared and disappeared under his long hair, Hannya felt a pain, the wound was bitten by teeth again, blood flowed into the opponent's lips, dyed the white face red, and dyed the red lips. redder.

What Banruo saw was his white hair with pink in it, and his purple and strange eyes that appear and disappear from time to time. The fine pain was transmitted to the heart and brain along the nerve clusters in the wrist, arousing a trembling feeling. .

The blood slid down the wrist to Ichimokulian's face, from the lips - winding over the chin - the neck - the throat - the collarbone - into the kimono.

He remembered the time he stabbed Zhu Zi just now. If it was because of loneliness that he wanted to control it, then could the lonely monsters in Heianjing form a long team and wander in the boundless time and space?

Banruo opened his eyes and looked at him, not looking at him without emotion, but just implementing the most literal action of "seeing".

look.Heart closed eyes.

What happened next became very much like the tiniest detail of a certain scroll.As a result, any tiny state is magnified to countless times, and with the vast Heian capital as the background, it expands infinitely.

She sticks out her tongue to wipe off the blood on her cheek, and her eyes are still "looking" at Yimulian, or passing through a certain point of him.Then he raised his head and began to lick upwards along the coagulated blood on the opponent's collarbone.In those tens of seconds, Yimulian's mind fell apart, a certain piece was blank, a certain piece was scratched by the hair that felt Prajna, a certain piece was very purely thinking about the meaning of "seeing" in the golden pupil, and another piece was staring indifferently in the air.When he came back to his senses, Banruo was already lying on his shoulders, and the licking turned into teasing the side of the neck with his tongue, and his teeth were gently grinding.The blood oozes again, and there is a swallowing sound in the throat.

Pushing him away, he licked his lips as if he still had something to say, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes shone brightly behind his back.The attitude is provocative, yes, the spirit is elsewhere.

Feeling bad, suffocation again.He felt that if Prajna just looked at him like this, he might never be able to move an inch, and would be suspended in loneliness forever.

Should, must, do something, change something.

When he realized this, his lips had already touched Hannya's.

Prajna kissed him, and found that kissing was actually very literal.It's just four lips rubbing together, how can there be so many wordy thoughts?Just like crying and laughing, eating and sleeping, it is natural and necessary for a person to reach a certain state of mind.Yimulian stretched out his hand to lightly cover Banruo's eyes, and was bitten by the latter, and his tongue slipped into his mouth smoothly.The rust smell has not yet dissipated, mixed with the sweet taste on the tongue coating.Prajna's tongue is very thin, with a slightly barbed substance on it, which makes it itchy when scratched.Not rude, but absolutely not tender, reminding people of incredible words such as "life stone reincarnation".

Banruo pushed aside the blindfolded hand, stood up half leaning half kneeling in Yimulian's arms, grabbed the hair on the back of his head, and kissed back condescendingly.The taste of blood, the taste of Yimulian, and those more complex ingredients slip through the taste buds and go straight to the throat.

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