Chapter 2971 The Holy Monk’s Lotus Essence (69)

After saying that, she rubbed the skin of his chest, narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and said, "Monk, you are so delicious."

The girl's face is extremely gentle and soft, and her body is full of fragrance.

Lying on his chest, the messy breath was more irresistible than the weight of the black shadow.

Ning Chen's fingers trembled, and he was just about to make up his mind to control the black shadow with his blood.

But when she saw the girl who was so charming just now, suddenly raised her head, her eyes were cruel, she smiled coldly.

"Caught."

When she hugged him, her fingers actually grabbed the black figure.

The black shadow is void and cannot be caught by normal people, but it has the power of purification.

But can easily catch anything malicious.

But the black shadow is cunning, if she hadn't hugged him on purpose.

The shadow just hides in another place.

Make her hard to catch.

The black shadow struggled desperately in her hands, but Bai Weiwei couldn't hold it back. She gritted her teeth and used all her strength, including the power of the beads given by Ning Chen in her sleeves, to purify it.

The black shadow is getting lighter and lighter.

Her face turned pale.

The prayer beads are overabsorbed and won't do her any good.

Finally the shadow disappeared.

She breathed a sigh of relief, put her hands around his neck, stood on tiptoes, rubbed his face and whispered.

"Okay, you really make people worry. Next time, let me know in advance and don't explode suddenly."

The dark energy overflowed several times.

They all appear suddenly.

It was difficult for her to deal with it.

Then she suddenly let go, her body limply fell back, and her fingers slipped from his neck.

The body is also in the process of falling, becoming smaller and smaller.

Ning Chen was startled and quickly raised his hand. She fell into his palm and turned into a small one.

She was pale and weak, curled up into a ball, and the flower buds on her head were hanging dying.

Ning Chen felt that his breath was a little messy, and his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe.

His voice was low, "You know I have the intention to kill you in my obsession, why don't you run away."

Bai Weiwei raised her heavy eyelids, looked at him for a while, and then sneered, "You are so funny. How can I have sex with you after running away? If you want to kill me in the future, take off your clothes and show me, I am willing to die on your body." You are much more important than death."

After saying that, she finally closed her eyes and fainted.

Ning Chen looked at her quietly before walking out slowly.

The dilapidated temple, the cold wind blows.

It was raining lightly outside, and he quickly raised his sleeves to cover her.

The rain fell on him, and under his feet, besides the rain, there were dark shadows.

Although she was purified.

But she aroused his desire again.

Let the disappearing shadow appear again.

He lowered his head and glanced at the black shadow, and finally used a piece of blood in his prayer beads to fall into the black shadow.

The black shadow temporarily disappeared and was completely suppressed.

Ning Chen's vitality was severely damaged and his face turned pale.

He remained silent and continued to hold the palm of his hand, slowly pouring out golden power to wrap around her, allowing her to slowly recover.

He heard the small whispers again.

Although the black shadow was suppressed, the black shadow could still continue to murmur silently in his heart.

The words were as cold as a snake and sticky, with laughter mixed with schadenfreude.

You're done.

Ning Chen.

You are emotional.

Ning Chen.

The young man blinked slowly, and when he saw a few drops of rain falling next to her, he quickly covered his sleeves more tightly.

A heart without emotion or desire.

Finally got the smell of fireworks.

He thought of what the girl said while hugging him, and couldn't help but smile.

"Am I more important than death?"

He asked in a low voice, but it seemed as if he was speaking to himself.

[Ding, the male protagonist’s favorability is seventy. 】

He thought that he was indeed emotional.