Nightfall Chapter 68: This feeling

Sangsang’s body is a divine body, immune to almost all physical damage in the world, her consciousness is as vast as the universe, and can ignore most of the mental damage, so Liu Bai’s sword cannot hurt her, nor can Ning Que’s natal mind. Control her, but this does not mean that her body and consciousness are not feeling.

An indestructible body does not mean unawareness or ignorance. This is a very simple truth. Demon sect powerhouses like Yu Lian and Tang are like this. Ning Que’s consciousness cannot hurt her, but it can touch her. Although the soft wind can't blow away the ice formed on the lake, it can shake the lotus flower into a soft picture.

Ning Que, who was somewhat unconscious, relied solely on instinct, and kept approaching her with thoughts, stroking her, and as his gaze moved lightly, it got into her skirt like the wind and poured into her neckline. Gently around her plump and tall body, making the most gentle touch.

It is said that the lover's hands are the gentlest, Ning Que's hands are his thoughts, and he is the most gentle lover, with a pair of hands that can fascinate all women.

He gently stroked her neck, slid his fingertips over her shoulder, drew lightly circles on her chest, and occasionally left, rubbing her elastic earlobes playfully, and finally quietly landed on her On the hip.

There was not even a trace of wind in the Temple of Light, and there was not even a trace of wrinkles on Sangsang’s blooming blue clothes, but she clearly felt that the subtle and annoying autumn wind was wandering in her Qingyi, and those invisible hands were walking He kept touching his body, looking so presumptuous and hateful.

Her face became unusually white and her eyes became unusually cold. This was because of anger, but the upper edge of her cheeks quietly blushed. Her eyes were bright like transparent gems, which stretched the clothes extremely tightly. Yuanyuan's thighs trembled slightly because of her uncontrollable reaction.

The hands became more and more presumptuous, and they kept walking on her sacred body, no matter where they were hidden, they could not escape the twirling and sliding of those fingers. The hands were always so gentle at the beginning , But occasionally suddenly became tyrannical, twisting her **** and inner thighs forcefully, although it is impossible to hurt her, even the blue marks can not be left, but her reaction becomes more and more obvious .

Sangsang was extremely angry at the scenes of yin and lewd scenes that happened to herself, but even if she used the rules to disperse all the aura of heaven and earth in the Temple of Light, so that Ning Que could not touch her body with her mind, she still could not Prevent yourself from clearly feeling the touch of that hand, because as long as he can think, or imagine, she can perceive his imagination, those pictures and feelings are so real.

She feels like him, so she feels it.

Yin is a term rich in historical and literary meaning. It does not directly refer to Yin's obscene way, but after tonight, there will be more religious connotations and more direct explanations.

Ning Que's yin did not wake up with the dream of Wuhen, nor did it disappear without a trace after the spring breeze, but fell on the real place, on the object of his yin.

He kept touching Sangsang in his consciousness, and Sangsang kept being touched by him. Her face became whiter and whiter, but her cheeks became more and more flushed. Her eyes became colder and colder. But it is getting brighter and brighter, her legs are tightly closed, her hands are tightly held, her feeling is becoming more and more obvious.

This feeling is a little warm, some itchy, some restless, some flustered, some tranquil, some irritable, some moist, some thirsty, some joy, some fear.

For Sangsang, this feeling is weird and strange, but it's not like I've never met him. In her human memory, she had occasionally happened when Ning Que put her feet in her arms and touched them while sleeping. The most recent memory happened in the wooden house beside the Xuehai Sea. Although it was a bit painful that night, it did.

She knows what it feels like. Humans often like to give this feeling a lot of meaning and put on many beautiful clothes, such as love, such as the desire for life. In fact, it is the physical pleasure that low-level creatures have, like humans. The reason why such low-level creatures can't get rid of the temptation of this physiological pleasure is because they need this physiological pleasure to help keep reproducing offspring.

She is Haotian, she does not need to reproduce offspring, she is a high-level regular life, even if she has a body close to human, she should not have this low-level biological pleasure.

But at this time, her body's feeling is so clear and so strong, which shows that the human force that the Master left in her body is still constantly transforming her body these days, she These dust bonds in the world are still entangled incessantly, she has become more and more like ordinary human beings, both emotionally and physically.

Her lips are a little dry, her neck is slightly sweaty, her **** are slightly swollen, her earlobes are a little disturbingly itchy, her legs are a little moist, she is a little flustered and calm, She found that she was a little bit happy, so she became irritable and even fearful.

In the Xiling Church, the most serious crime is blasphemy against Haotian. Those crimes are nothing more than unclean clothes and filthy speech during sacrifice. Compared with these, what Ning Que is doing at this time is the real blasphemy, Haotian is being desecrated by humans, and is being desecrated by humans.

How can Haotian not be angry?

She furiously waved her sleeves, and the cold autumn wind in the Temple of Light raged violently, piercing Ning Que's bones and piercing his internal organs like countless thin steel thorns.

Blood and water splashed all over, Ning Que was dying. He opened his eyes and looked at Sang Sangmo in a vague manner: "If you don't want to admit defeat, then kill me. Didn't you say that every death is a long-awaited reunion ? Then let us die together, but even if I go to the Kingdom of God, I will not let you go."

I don't know if it's because of the near death, or seeing the stories that might happen in the kingdom of God, his miserable face showed a strange smile.

"Enough!"

Sangsang's voice resounded like real thunder in the Temple of Light.

The starlight that poured into the temple from the terrace was broken into countless pieces by her voice. The gold bricks under the curtain broke into two pieces, and countless deep marks appeared on the hard stone walls of the temple.

A few flowing clouds in the night sky of Xiling Temple disappeared, and a terrifying storm was rolled up on the sea of ​​Song State thousands of miles away, and the bizarre pillars on the coastal long **** were instantly submerged.

The emperor would bleed for thousands of miles when he was angry, and Haotian would destroy the world when he was angry, but she couldn't destroy the world. She couldn't even kill the human that angered her, so she became even more angry.

Ning Que hung in the air of the temple, dripping blood constantly, looking like a pig that had just been slaughtered. Sangsang stared at him, with no emotion in his eyes except disgust.

There are many pictures of this person in her human memory. She knows what a shameless person he is, knows that he has the nickname of the shame of academy, and as Haotian, she overlooks countless reincarnations in the world, and she doesn't know how many kills she has seen. The shameless man who sold his mother to his wife knew how disgusting it was for human beings to be shameless to the limit, but she still did not expect that Ning Que could be shameless to such a degree, even if he had been castrated, he still had spiritual meaning to herself!

Ning Que clearly sensed the disgust in her consciousness, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then he looked at her and explained seriously: "This is a war, I will do whatever it takes."

His vocal cords have been severed, and his voice is forcefully squeezed out with lung lobes, coupled with the wheezing caused by pain, it is very hoarse and unintelligible, and it is indistinct, like two rough stones. Friction, every word you say must bring out a puff of blood, it can be said that every word is blood.

He insisted on making this explanation because he wanted to tell her that this was his attitude, and it was impossible for him to surrender in this war, whether it was Ling Chi or a more terrifying punishment.

Sangsang looked into his eyes and started a conversation in consciousness.

"Propose your terms."

"Follow me."

"Where to go?"

"As long as you are not in Xiling Temple."

"Why?"

"Because apart from this, the world is the world. The teacher has not done the things that the teacher has not done. Naturally, I, as a student, have to help to do it. You are my woman. Of course I want to make you a real person. Come with me, don’t forget that after we got married, we have not yet spent our honeymoon."

"Do you think this can threaten me?"

"How? Can you still keep jumping?"

Ning Que’s answer is a bit inexplicable, but Sangsang can understand it. When he was in Weicheng many years ago, Ning Que mentioned that there is something called movies in his world.

She woke up and walked towards the terrace with her hands in her hands.

Ning Que noticed that the plump body in the bustling Tsing Yi was trembling slightly, knowing that tonight's battle, he finally survived.

"You should heal my injury first. If there is too much blood, you will always die. If I die, you won't even be a widow. You must be buried with me. Don't be careful."

He looked at her somewhat lonely back and said silently.

At this time, the morning light is gradually coming, and you can see distant mountains from the terrace.

She stood on the terrace, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Do you think you won?"

In Ning Que's view, since she dare not kill herself, then in this war, she will always be invincible. As long as she can not die, then there will be no real failure. This is not the philosophy of the academy. It is the truth he and she learned in Minshan in the wasteland.

The morning light fell on Sangsang's face, the snow white and blushes were so clear, like the peach blossoms on the mountainside, ordinary eyebrows looked so beautiful and charming.

This night was very long for Ning Que, and it was also very long for her. She also endured a lot of pain and consumed a lot of divine power to prevent Ning Que from dying.

Her eyebrows were a little tired, she waved her hand, and a bluestone flew from the side of the mountain peak, flew into the Temple of Light, and directly hit Ning Que's body.

Ning Que was knocked unconscious.

Although she can't kill him for the time being, she can knock him unconscious. Even the human being in a coma, no matter how bold and unscrupulous, she can't think about it. Of course, although she is Haotian, she can't let him A comatose human experience despair and pain, this is a tie.

There are no losers and no winners in this war.

This war will inevitably continue. No one knows how long it will last. It may last forever, until the sea dies, or grows old together.

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(Today the leader is going back to the Northeast, accompany her to the airport, ran for a day, and finally returned home, because the flight was cancelled, the leader was naturally unhappy, and I was under a lot of mental pressure. After writing these recent chapters Although she did not comment, but... I really like these chapters, that’s the feeling, yes, this is what I want.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome Lai Piao Astronomy registered members recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)