Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 1177 Who Can Distinguish Gods and Demons (52)

"I don't, you can't really pinch me to death."

Zhou Ye also said all day long that he would kill him. Didn't he live well in the end?

As soon as the words finished, Qingsang stretched out a hand directly, and grabbed Aowu's slender neck, contracting her five fingers forcefully, with great strength, Aowu's fair face suddenly turned red.

"You really pinch!"

Qingsang looked at him coldly, her five fingers gradually tightened.

Aowu felt extremely uncomfortable, her face was red and her neck was thick, but even so, her back was still hanging firmly in front of Qingsang, protecting her from all the falling raindrops.

"Are you really not going out?"

"No...not going out!"

From the beginning to the end, his wailing gaze never moved away from Qingsang's face. Even though the thousand-year-old little dragon is an adult, his face is full of immaturity, and there is no trace of impurities in his narrow and bright eyes, which are clean. It's like the blue sky after a rainstorm.

Qingsang made a sullen face, then suddenly exerted force with her arms, pinched Aowu's neck and pressed his head to her face, followed closely, and kissed him on her back.

The ice on the mouth is cold, soft and light, like a soft petal slipping from the corner of the mouth.

Aowu's eyes widened, his back was stiff, and the hands pressed against the wall slowly clenched into fists.

"Why don't you breathe?"

Qingsang lifted his head back again.

He took a belated breath, blinked his eyes quickly, and his whole body froze in place. He really looked like a pitiful being bullied.

Qingsang looked at his face, only thought it was funny.

"Go quickly."

Aww dumbfounded, he raised his hand to touch his own lips, watched Qingsang's two lips opening and closing up and down, subconsciously made a swallowing movement, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down on the slender neck.

"You... kiss me again."

Qingsang was expressionless, but there was a slight smile in her eyes.

She pinched Aowu's neck again and brought it in front of her, biting his lip.

Is this called a kiss?
Aww, my mouth hurts, and this question flashed through my mind.

Dragons shouldn't have this way of greeting, right?
right?This is kissing, right?
After letting go, Qingsang planned to carry him over, but Aowu bent down, her slender back pressed tightly against Qingsang's body, and her bitten red lips, which were about to bleed, gently pressed Qingsang's forehead .

He dared not kiss her on the mouth.

Kissing his forehead, he mustered up his courage.

"When I come back, you promise me something, okay?"

Aowu lowered his head and asked, at some point, the original voice was that of an immature little dragon, but there was also a deep and hoarse voice invisible.

Qingsang looked into his eyes.

"it is good."

Xiao Yinlong is beautiful, soft-tempered, easy to bully and has a good sense of touch.

Qingsang watched him pull out the dragon scales on the back of his neck, blood flowed all over his neck, Aowu just frowned, then wiped off the blood on the scales, tied them with a rope Hanging in front of Qingsang.

In the next second, a silver-white aura mask appeared in front of his eyes.

It happened to protect Qingsang whole inside.

The rainwater slid down from above, not splashing the green mulberry at all.

Seeing this, Aowu smiled contentedly.

"I'm leaving. If I find Zhou Ye, I'll bring her back."

Sitting inside, Qingsang took a deep look at him, and then watched a silver dragon fly past in front of her.

"Boom!"

The rain fell in the cave, and the sound was extremely clear.

Qingsang leaned her back against the wall, looking at the silver-white aura mask in front of her, it seemed that her eyes were covered with a layer of fog.

(End of this chapter)