Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 125 The Demon King’s Cinnabar Mole (31)

"Your internal breath is too chaotic, you should adjust your breath well."

Tan Sang took a pill from his bosom and fed it to him, and he swallowed it right away, not worried at all if he was transformed by a monster.

After adjusting his breath for a while, all the surrounding spiritual energy gathered on him.

Boyan raised his eyelids and looked at her with deep eyes, "Master just came here, did you see the Yinjia tree?"

Tan Sang recalled carefully, this Yinjia tree is very good at creating environments, but she never saw it along the way.

"Never."

After hearing this, Boyan's dark eyes were silent, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

A hand with delicate skin rested on his wrist, as if he didn't feel the pulse, his fingers wandered around his wrist.

The crisp and numb touch is very...

Itchy.

I really want to put her hand on my heart...

Thinking of this, Boyan moved closer to her.

"Your breath is fine, let's find a way to get out first."

The delicate red lips just so lightly brushed against the side of the young man's face, gushing out an ambiguous and warm breath.

The sudden intimacy, like some kind of secret mind suddenly caught by someone.

Boyan felt his heart fluttered like numbness, his Adam's apple rolled, his fair face was so red that it seemed to be dyed with fresh rouge, and he was at a loss for what to do.

"Hum" sounded.

Tan Sang was a little surprised, the child looked shy, like her child...

With half-lidded eyes, she looked around, and there were dead branches and fallen leaves everywhere, and her spiritual power was much less than other places.

There must be something weird.

Boyan squatted down, put his hands on the ground, and felt the weather here.

Streams of strong aura surged upwards from the depths of the ground, as if controlled by something, it seemed to surge upwards.

The two of them looked at each other, and Yu Jian flew up, following this aura to trace to the top of the mountain here.

The aura on the top of the mountain is not considered rich, but a flower, even the aura of the land with a radius of several meters is extremely rich.

The flower is shaped like a lotus, but it has only seven petals, each petal has a different color, and there is a fruit in the middle of the flower.

White fruit.

It is also strange to say that although there is a lot of aura within a few meters around it, there is no sign of life.

It seems to be born to suppress other creatures.

In the wilderness, there was the sound of a baby crying.

One after another.

Terrible.

Tan Sang raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of interest in his beautiful eyes.

The red lips parted slightly, "Attack it with fire."

Boyan moved quickly, and a spell flew to the middle of the flower.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.

The flower turned out to be like a woman, the stems and leaves were twisting, and it also let out a woman's shrill scream.

The corners of the lips were hooked like peach blossoms, and the sun shone through the leaves, shrouding her in wisps of light. She was dressed in gold silk and red, and she exuded a lazy atmosphere.

But the bottom of his eyes seemed to know everything well.

His fingers on his chest tightened slightly, his heart seemed to be in a mess, and he was done with it.

The stalk was always moving, twisting in the firelight.

The tender green stems were also burnt to charred black.

With a pop, Boyan spat out a big mouthful of blood.

Bai Yi Shengxue's clothes were stained with blood, and his well-shaped lips were also stained with blood, which seemed more vivid.

He subconsciously wiped the blood off his lips with his hands.

His slender fingers were also stained with blood, and he glanced at her with his beautiful eyes, which was mixed with a wry smile amidst helplessness.

It's even more distressing.

In his life, the only weakness was her.

Because too happy.

So, he almost forgot just now, this is his illusion.

And that flower is where his mind is.

(End of this chapter)