Chi You

After realizing what she desires from Jiang Luo, Chi You develops full stamina and interest in Jiang Luo's every move.

Today, Jiang Luo hides in the crowd, the smell of life mottling Jiang Luo's scent. But it's more like the last bow before unveiling a gift, or the last formality before presenting a cake.

He was excited about it.

The evil spirit walks into the crowd, he doesn't fit in with the people around him, but no one comes forward to drive him away, and no one dares to look at him in the light of day.

Wherever the evil spirit goes, a vacuum is created. This gives the Evil Ghost excellent conditions for vision.

But there was a cracking sound, and a talisman was affixed to Chi You's body from the left side.

Someone laughed, "Let's all pretend to be ghosts, don't litter."

The people on either side of the perimeter were noisy, and none of them showed any sign of dissent.

Evil Ghost lowered his head, the suit that was plastered by the talisman was burned out a big hole, the fiery hotness smoldered. The corner of the evil ghost's lips hooked up, behind another sharp golden dagger attacked, the evil ghost dodged in time, but the neck was still cut out a long scar, the golden dagger turned to dissipate in the air.

Blood flowed from the wound.

Chi You looked back towards the direction where the golden dagger flew from, and again failed to identify the person who had secretly done the dirty work.

He raised his hand to touch the bloodstain, his fingers crushing over the black as dirt blood. Chi You narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to walk backward when a whip wrapped around his foot, yanking him back violently.

But the evil spirit, who had already been prepared, only moved his shoes back a little, and he looked in the direction of the whip, but in the next second, the golden whip burrowed into the crowd from below.

"The cunning fox," exclaimed the evil spirit, "is clever."

The parade slowly turned toward the next street, and out of the crowd, a plain, unassuming little ghost slowly dropped out of line and into an alley.

His footsteps grew faster and faster as he kept turning right in the alley, the noisy flashy district gradually turning into a deserted alley.

A street lamp stood ghostly in the center, dimly and dully striking the ground.

Moths flickered their wings around the bulb.

But the Kid's footsteps snapped.

He took a few slow steps back and turned to go back the way he came, only to come face to face with a cloud of black mist.

The dark figure standing under the streetlight laughed, "Ah, game over."

Jiang Luo turned to Chi You as he calmly removed the mask and black robe from his face.

The corners of the black-haired youth's forehead were dripping with sweat, his mask covered with the mist from his breath, and his face was slightly red from the steam. His face was slightly flushed from the steam. It was so lush that it looked like a rose beauty carved by a painter who had spent countless hours carving it.

The Evil Ghost stepped out of the dark shadows of the lamp into the light, his dark eyes full of amusement, his suit and crushed shoes burned by Jiang Luo restored to their original state.

The red jewel glistened with a fascinating and dangerous luster as the evil spirit walked up to Jiang Luo, his tone relaxed, "Where are you going to run to?"

There's no place to run.

In fact, Jiang Luo is also tired of running.

As the dust settles, Jiang Luo is particularly calm when it comes to the moment of truth.

There was even a strange, giddy interest consisting of sheer malice.

"There's no need to run away," the dark-haired youth raised his lips and smiled, the color of his lips as seductive as a layer of honey under the light, he looked provocatively at the evil spirit and said, "I'm tired of playing with it too."

The evil spirit walked up to Jiang Luo.

The black mist from his body wrapped around Jiang Luo, blocking out the light and moonlight. Jiang Luo was pushed against the wall of a deserted alley, and there was nothing but darkness in front of him except for this evil spirit.

Jiang Luo fearlessly looked up at the evil spirit, watching the lust in his eyes steeply reveal itself from the darkness, like the dreadful deep sea that raised the waves of the sea, Jiang Luo's heart unexpectedly gave birth to a little bit of hidden mockery and pleasure. It was as if this hypocritical, sinister and dangerous evil spirit was finally conquered by him, and finally bowed down before him, the desire to conquer was wrapped in malice, and the evil nature suddenly prevailed.

Jiang Luo laughed lowly for a few moments, his fingers crawling over Chi You's tie, gently outlining the jeweled red rose pin, "Mr. Evil Ghost, this ruby jewelry set, wasn't it thrown in the trash by me?"

The tails of his eyes picked up, glancing at the evil spirit in a hook-like manner, "Is it hard to believe that the high and mighty Mr. Ikki, himself, took him out of the trash can?"

The evil spirit's voice was low as he raised his hand to pin Jiang Luo's sticky, wet black hair in front of his forehead behind his ear, "What I want will be delivered to me by countless people before and after me, and most of the time, I don't do it myself."

"Even if it's in a trash can," the evil spirit leaned over pleasantly and said ambiguously next to the dark-haired youth's ear, "even if it's you."

"Then I am truly honored," Jiang Luo said with a fake smile, "After all, I was 'handled' by you yourself."

The evil spirit smothered a laugh, "You are different."

He took Jiang Luo's hand that was moving over his tie and abruptly clasped both of Jiang Luo's hands above him, a few words that had been Chi You's gentlemanly gesture. His patience running out, he once again let his instincts come to the fore between Jiang Luo's frowns.

It was still the same raw, savage kiss.

Only this time, this kiss seems to have more charming color brought about by lust. The evil spirit does not need the breath, Jiang Luo at first cold indifference, cold eyes to see his face colored by lust more evil ghost. Cold and warm intertwined, the evil spirit's tongue is also cold like ice, sliding between Jiang Luo's lips, even want to slide down.

Jiang Luo gradually lost his breath, and he kicked his knee, but it felt like he was kicking a stone that he didn't even realize was there. Suffocating, Jiang Luo wrenched his head back, and the evil spirit backed away from his mouth slightly, laughing lowly, "What's wrong?"

His voice was low.

Jiang Luo felt something against him from below, he gasped for air, his face scarlet, his disgusted eyes piercing the evil spirit without mercy, "Are you going to suffocate me?"

"From before to now," Jiang Luo scoffed, "you're a terrible kisser."

Chi You wiped the luscious color from his lips, he was in a happy mood at the moment and could care less about these words from Jiang Luo that were deliberately provoking him, "Then it's good to work on your kissing skills."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he pressed down on the back of Jiang Luo's neck and once again kissed her without refusal.

The walls of the alley were rough and abrasive.

Jiang Luo's arms were slightly reddened by the abrasion. The lips that had been kissed by the evil spirit for an unknown number of times were horribly dry, and when they were separated, the skin of the mouth even badly stuck together, and the fragile human body could not withstand such an endless demand, and Jiang Luo's lips once again broke through the skin and oozed out colorful red blood, moistening the dry lips.

The smell of blood spread from one person's lips to two people's lips, Jiang Luo inclined his head to be annoyed and did not want to continue, but the evil spirits are like sharks chasing after the smell of blood, not letting go of a single bit of the taste of blood.

In the black fog is so quiet as if they are the only two people in the world, gasping sound overlapping sound. Low and sexy, I do not know how long, Jiang Luo hypoxia to the blackness in front of his eyes, the evil spirit finally left from his lips.

"......" Jiang Luo opened his lips, his lips silky and dense with pain, like every inch of flesh had been placed inside his lips by an evil spirit for a good taste, "Chi You."

His voice was dry as well, and in the midst of that dryness, the hot breath and exhale of the woozle burned, "Are you a dog?"

The evil spirit looked down at him, the knot in his throat rolling, the ghostly depths heavy in his gaze.

The human's handsome face shattered to pieces, the devil's greedy twist floating on his face.

But it was incredibly hot, passionate, like a handful of scarlet fire.

Jiang Luo could feel his existential gaze sweeping over his body, sweeping over his lips, then his neck, and then, as if substantial, landing on Jiang Luo's collarbone.

This gaze carries a full sense of danger, Jiang Luo breathing slightly anxious, his throat pain, in such a gaze and vaguely itchy. He raised his neck to relieve the itch, his long and slender neck was smooth and white, and the evil spirit's sight was even hotter. At the same time as it gave Jiang Luo the creeps, it aroused the excitement hidden in his instinctive blood, and his heart drummed and beat faster and faster.

Jiang Luo's face was crimson, and his lips were blood-stained red. The corners of his lips hooked higher and higher as he looked at the evil spirit, like a gaudy ghost that seduced people to hell.

"Chi You," he said as he stood relaxed, his collar crumpled by the evil spirits and the walls, draping over his as glowing shoulders, "you're in a ...... sorry state. "

A few strands of the black-haired youth's hair hooked onto Chi You's body, and even though his hands were restrained and he was pressed into such a remote and uninhabited corner, his aura and posture seemed to have the upper hand.

Jiang Luo smiled harshly and said lazily, "Poor as a beggar, do you need me to give you a few coins?"

Chi You sighed and whispered, "Toothsome."

The black mist drilled through Jiang Luo's pants leg, crawling upwards slowly and deliberately. From the calf upwards, it zigzagged and meandered, not sparing every inch of skin, the itchiness filled the air and goosebumps rose suddenly. Jiang Luo's expression froze as he warned in a cold voice, "Remove the black mist."

Chi You's hand is on Jiang Luo's back.

It seemed to have been placed there casually, but it made Jiang Luo feel a sudden sense of crisis. Because this hand, slowly rubbing his clothes.

The technique was rusty and out of place, but the desire embedded in it was like a wildfire, and there was no escape from the madness of the obsession.

Extreme teasing.

Jiang Luo had a bad feeling rising as an afterthought, he frowned, his voice deeper, "Let go, I'll do it."

"You coming?"

The evil spirit stifled a few laughs, "No, I still have to do this sort of thing."

Jiang Luo's eyelids jumped and his voice finally took on a subtle fluster, "What do you mean?"

The evil spirit clutched him and savored his neck as he laughed a big pleasurable laugh and said, "What do you think it means?"

The evil spirit, who had never had such a desire, was so excited that it seemed as if a scarlet light were coming out of his eyes, and his human skin slowly came off as he smiled and said, "Of course it means--fucking you."

He picked at Jiang Luo's collar, the deadly blood rolling more rapidly, "A lover has needs, and of course you'll fulfill them as best you can, won't you."

This is what Jiang Luo once said to Chi You, who was pretending to be Brother Qiao.

Jiang Luo's heart is ridiculous.

Voice gradually raised, "You're going to fuck me?!"

The evil spirit's smiling look and dark, frightening eyes gave him the answer.

Jiang Luo's breath caught in his throat, wasn't he on Chi You?

Why did you turn Chi You up on him?

Isn't Chi You a recipient in the original?

Jiang Luo was completely disoriented.

The evil spirit's hand penetrated through the hem of his shirt, and its forceful maneuver shattered Jiang Luo's final confusion.

The black-haired youth's face abruptly darkened, his breath buoyant, and the evil spirit kissed him from his neck all the way down, reaching a certain highly dangerous boundary when Jiang Luo suppressed his voice and said, "Chi You, if you dare to do it, I'll definitely castrate you."

The evil spirit's chest quivered, "If you can do it."

*

The evil spirit's hand stroked Jiang Luo's leg.

The brunette beauty had skin like cream.

A little more force will leave finger marks.

Excellent hand feel.

Jiang Luo was sweating profusely as he struggled for a long time, sweat sliding down his lower jaw, a sickly red color rising on his face, sultriness and agitation blended into anger.

The evil spirit's hand gradually moved upward, becoming more and more excessive, and Jiang Luo stifled a grunt and bit into his neck, viciously threatening again, "Get your fucking hands off me."

The Evil Ghost's hand lifted and covered his chest. The sound of the heart there beat faster and faster, and the evil spirit said meaningfully, "It's beating faster and faster."

Jiang Luo's body was crawling with an unknown amount of black mist, and he let out a muffled grunt as the evil spirit's hand traveled down his shoulder, rubbing extremely hard at the wound above his arm where the Primordial Heavenly Pearl had once been hidden, the scar cracking and spilling blood.

"It still smells like Primordial Heavenly Pearl in here." The evil spirit laughed lowly.

Jiang Luo's heart is beating almost to the limit, he can even clearly hear his own heartbeat, the evil spirit is crouching on Jiang Luo's shoulder and neck, Jiang Luo's low curses, but the more he curses, the more excited the evil spirit is, and the more dangerous the movement.

Jiang Luo heart more and more panic, the sense of crisis more and more intense, in the nick of time, his neck suddenly flashed a golden talisman, the next instant, he violently disappeared from the middle of the alley.

Life preserver.

The evil spirit still maintained the position of holding Jiang Luo, and his lips should have continued to press against Jiang Luo's neck.

The arms are empty.

Chi You's face rarely sank, so ugly that it could drip ink.

Anger suppressed: "Tenshi's House ......"

*

After a moment of dizziness, Jiang Luo fell heavily to the floor of the Feng family hall.

The rune on his neck was so hot that Jiang Luo's eyes went black, and it took him a long time to realize that the life-preserving talisman Feng Li had drawn for him had taken effect.

He teleported directly from the alley to the place where Feng Li had drawn the talisman for him.

Jiang Luo staggered to his feet while holding onto the sofa, what kind of talisman is this? How can it be so powerful?

No, the most important thing is ......

His mind flashed back to the expression of disbelief on the evil spirit's face when he realized that the talisman around his neck was flashing gold.

Jiang Luo suddenly burst out laughing and gloating, "Hahahahaha."

Let him go up in the air.

Doggone Chi You.