The red candles flickered in the room, casting the shadows of the two people on the pink gauze curtain, making them tangled.
Fang Mo leaned on Grand Tutor Chair, and the red light on his fingertips flew up and down.
That Heart of the Succubus Progenitor was like a cute toy at the moment. Every time it rose and fell in his palm, it would bring out a string of blurred pink halos.
The halo of light reflected on his face, making his cynical expression look a bit strange.
To give or not to give, it has never been a question.
This is not a multiple choice question.
Since Prison Suppressor has put a mark on this heart, even if it escapes outside Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, it will still be the asset of this Prison.
Everything in this world pays attention to cause and effect. After entering the door of Prison Suppressor, being infected with the evil spirit of Prison Suppressor, and then trying to clean up and become the carefree ancestor is just a fool's dream.
As for this Nian Nu'er, whether it is the Succubus Progenitor of ten thousand years ago or the Flower Queen of this Yihong Pavilion today, it has entered the list of that Prison, that is, it is a prisoner waiting to be slaughtered.
Nian Nu'er wants this level of cultivation and wants to reshape True Body.
Fang Mo then gave it to her.
"Want it?"
Fang Mo Five fingers suddenly closed together, and the pink halo was crushed in the palm of the hand, and then tenaciously overflowed from between the fingers.
Nian Nu'er's pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to have a hook at the moment, hanging tightly on Fang Mo's hand.
She leaned forward slightly, and Purple Gauze Dress slid down her round shoulders, revealing a large area of snow-grey skin, which glowed like ivory in the moonlight.
"Officer, aren't you asking questions knowingly?"
Nian Nu'er let out a cooing sound, with a bit of impatient vibrato in her voice.
She stretched out her hand and scratched the void twice with her fingertips, like a child begging for candy, but the greed deep in her eyes was so strong that it almost overflowed.
"It's okay for you."
Fang Mo flicked his wrist, and the heart drew a beautiful parabola in the air, hitting Nian Nu'er's beautiful face directly.
"Catch it. If it breaks, I won't pay for it."
Nian Nu'er couldn't care less about his teasing.
The moment her heart took hold, her whole body started to move.
It's not Martial Artist's movement technique, but a distortion that goes against common sense.
Her waist was bent at a backward angle, and her hands were like holding Sacred Object, firmly catching the still beating ruby in mid-air.
It was warm, with the Progenitor Aura that made her soul tremble.
"The official is really..."
Nian Nu'er held the heart, rubbed his cheek lightly on it, and glared at Fang Mo with a resentful look, "Don't feel bad for things that are not yours."
That look was full of charm, but there was also a hint of cunningness after success.
She doesn't talk nonsense anymore.
He raised his slender hand and pulled out a piece of Golden Hairpin from the cloud-like black hair.
The hairpin was sharp and shone with a cold light in the moonlight.
Without any hesitation.
"Pfft."
Golden Hairpin The sound of piercing the skin was particularly clear in the silent room.
The sharp hairpin tip cuts across the towering snow-white chest, all the way down from the middle of the collarbone to Tanzhong Acupoint.
The skin rolled to both sides, and there was no blood gushing out. The wound was flat and dry, like a slightly opened red lip, revealing the empty chest cavity inside.
Nian Nu'er had a smile on his lips, and that smile looked extremely enchanting at this moment.
She held the violently beating heart and slowly sent it into the crack.
"Gudu."
Like a hungry beast devouring it.
The crack in his chest closed the moment he swallowed his heart.
Under the skin that was originally as white as jade, countless Golden Patterns lit up instantly, like burning magma rushing under the earth's crust.
Those lines erupted from the heart, spread crazily around, covered the neck, climbed up the cheeks, and finally gathered at the center of the eyebrows, forming a strange and complicated Blood Lotus Mark.
Boom--
The air in the room instantly became thick and hot.
A stream of Pink Airwave visible to the naked eye centered on Nian Nu'er and exploded in all directions.
The temperature of the room, which was originally quite cold, suddenly rose.
Nian Nu'er stood there, closed his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief.
Nian Nu'er has changed.
Her figure has not grown taller, and her appearance has not changed, but the temperament that comes from her bones has undergone an earth-shaking reversal.
If she was a rose with thorns before, then she is now a flower blooming on the mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, beautiful, deadly, and impossible to look directly at.
The blood vessels under the skin faintly reveal a faint golden pink color, and the whole person looks like a ripe peach, with water dripping out at the slightest touch.
"It has become stronger." Fang Mo commented, "It has become smoother."
He stood up, completely ignoring the excitement around Demonic Energy, and strode up to Nian Nu'er. He put his arms around the waist that had become hot and elastic, exerted force with his five fingers, and roughly pulled it into his arms.
Their bodies fit tightly together, leaving no gap between them.
"Now that you've eaten, is it time to start working? Miss Nu'er, can you continue with the story under the ground?"
Fang Mo raised her chin with his fingers, his gaze extremely aggressive.
However, this time, Nian Nu'er did not stick to me as obediently as usual, nor did he use those soft words of love to excuse her.
She slowly opened her eyes.
The original Clear Distinction's eyes now turned into pure pink gold vertical pupils.
The little hand that was soft and boneless just now was like a cold poisonous snake, swimming up Fang Mo's chest, and finally stopped at his Adam's apple.
The Golden Hairpin that was contaminated with her breath was right against the aorta of Fang Mo.
"Cluck cluck..."
A string of sweet laughter escaped from her throat, echoing in the empty room.
Nian Nu'er raised his head, and his vertical pupils reflected Fang Mo's face. The look in his eyes was no longer flattering, but a playful expression of a hunter sizing up his prey.
"Officials are very interesting."
Fang Mo's Adam's apple slid gently on the sharp edge of Golden Hairpin without any panic.
"At this point, the official might still feel..."
Nian Nu'er came close to Fang Mo's ear and gently licked his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, her voice cold and charming.
"The initiative is still in your hands, right?"
However.
Not only did the smile on Fang Mo's face not shrink, but it seemed as if he had heard some big joke. The curve of the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and finally turned into something almost ferocious and arrogant.
"Isn't it, isn't it?"
Fang Mo lowered his head, completely ignoring the sharp weapon against his throat. He still held his hand around Nian Nu'er's waist, and even squeezed it down even further.
Nian Nu'er's smile froze. She didn't like this look.
Even with the knife on his neck, he still looked like he was looking at a pet.
"A man with a tough mouth usually doesn't live long." Nian Nu'er's eyes turned cold, and he was about to stab Golden Hairpin in his hand, "Why don't you try it, sir, and see if it's your neck that's tough, or the slave's methods that are tough?"
Fang Mo grinned, showing his white teeth, and spit out two words.
"Try?"