If you don’t cherish the love we wear quickly, why are you crying if you change your mind?

Song Shiyuan suddenly smiled, his stunning appearance was extremely captivating.

"He thought he could control me."

Jiang Miao frowned slightly, "What do you want from me? What's your name?"

Song Shiyuan's voice was slightly cold, falling in her ear, "You can call me Song Yuanzhi, this is his name."

Then he said softly, "Are you his Taoist companion?"

"He's quite lucky."

Jiang Miao sat out from his arms, and the quilt fell to her waist. There were many marks on her originally fair neck and collarbone.

Song Yuanzhi's eyes accidentally fell on her snow-white jade shoulders. There was a gentle breeze outside the window, blowing the fragrance and falling to his nose.

His Adam's apple rolled subconsciously.

Song Yuanzhi raised his hand and grasped her slim waist, but Jiang Miao dodged it.

He frowned and sneered.

"They're all the same person. If he touches it, I can't touch it?"

Jiang Miao smiled charmingly, "If you have the ability, just come and try it."

Song Yuanzhi looked at this crystal-clear pretty face and said, "You want to fight me?"

Jiang Miao smoothed her dark hair to cover the scenery in front of her, and hummed, "If we can't win, I will have to deal with you, brother Yuanzhi."

Song Yuanzhi looked at his slender neck and said, "You are cruel enough."

In the next moment, Jiang Miao's concentrated spiritual power attacked.

Song Yuanzhi dodged to defend. When she continued to attack, he jumped up and threw her back on the bed.

Jiang Miao struck out with a palm.

Song Yuanzhi couldn't hold down this soft jade body at all. The girl's spiritual power in front of him was really terrifying.

Just when she was about to lift herself off, Song Yuanzhi bit her ear.

Jiang Miao's eyes widened, "You!"

"what"

Feeling ashamed and angry, she raised her hand and slapped him on the forehead, regardless of Song Yuanzhi's life or death.

Song Yuanzhi grabbed her wrist and rolled her around, feeling each other's warmth.

Jiang Miao gritted her teeth and tried to knock Song Yuanzhi away several times.

Unexpectedly, the first thing to be damaged was the wooden bed.

"Bang——" There was a sound, and the two of them fell to the ground.

Song Yuanzhi still didn't let go of the person below her. Her hair was like ink, her body was like snow, and even her cold eyes had the sanctity of a fairy.

Jiang Miao took the risk and forcefully pulled out her long whip and struck Song Yuanzhi, hoping to whip him half to pieces.

Song Yuanzhi is good at attacking people's sea of ​​consciousness. Just when Jiang Miao took action, spiritual consciousness finally invaded her sea of ​​consciousness.

Both of them fought decisively. Jiang Miao wanted to beat him to death, while Song Yuanzhi wanted to destroy her spiritual consciousness from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Song Yuanzhi lowered his head and leaned towards her ear, his dark eyes smiling deeper, "I didn't expect your spiritual consciousness to be so stable."

Jiang Miao snorted, "You want to kill me?"

Song Yuanzhi finally grabbed her waist and said teasingly, "How could I be willing to kill my own Taoist companion?"

His hand rubbed the original mark on Jiang Miao's collarbone, and his eyes became a little paranoid.

"You should have been mine a long time ago, but that loser has refused to give up his position."

"Song Yuanzhi! How dare you?!" Jiang Miao didn't know why he was so crazy. Did he think those traces could be wiped away? !

Song Yuanzhi's palm touched her lower back, and his thin lips pressed against her earlobe, "Didn't you ask me to hit you?"

Jiang Miao's body smelled like orchid, her body shone with luster, and her dark hair swept across his cheeks, making his heart itch.

Song Yuanzhi looked at her cherry lips, leaned forward and kissed her unceremoniously.

The moonlight merged with her beautiful face, falling into his deep eyes.

Song Yuanzhi's kiss and Song Shiyuan's seemed to be two completely opposite extremes. His kiss was so rough that Jiang Miao quickly became breathless.

She reached out and used her spiritual power to hit Song Yuanzhi on the shoulder, but he grabbed her with one hand and forcibly wrapped it around the back of his neck.

His lips retreated slightly, and when Jiang Miao had just taken a breath, he kissed her again.

This time, he was even more eager, like a wild beast out of its cage that he couldn't control at all.

He clicked his tongue as he ate, and finally pressed against the corner of her lips and asked in his low, hoarse voice filled with unsteady breaths.

"Can you remember me?"

Jiang Miao's face was still flushed from being kissed by him, and she laughed out loud, "Reckless man, is there anything to remember?"

Song Yuanzhi's eyes became darker and darker, as if they contained a storm. He stretched out his hand to hold her in front of her, which finally gave him a subtle desire to control.

"Jiang Miao, you shouldn't provoke me at this time."

Jiang Miao's arm around his neck was filled with spiritual power. If Song Yuanzhi hadn't been distracted and resisted, she would have broken his neck.

She exhaled softly, with a malicious smile on her face, arched up and bit the corner of his lips, "Really?"

The next moment, there was a "bang!" and Jiang Miao pushed the man on her body away.

She put the mallet in her hand back into the Qiankun bag, looked at the man lying on the ground with blood on his head, and pinched her earlobe.

Is he a dog? The bite really hurts.

Looking at the person on the ground, she took out a demon binding rope from the Qiankun bag and tied him up directly.

Seeing him being tied up with five-flowered straps, Jiang Miao's inner anger calmed down a little.

damn thing!

When Song Shiyuan woke up, he saw that he was tied up, the room was in a mess, even the bed collapsed, and Jiang Miao was nowhere to be seen, and his brows suddenly frowned.

He tried to recall everything yesterday, but many of the images were blurry, but it was enough for him to understand the scene at that time. He gritted his teeth and spoke into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"What did you do to her?"

The male voice in Consciousness Sea had an arrogant tone, with a hint of paranoia.

[Don’t you know everything? She is also my Taoist companion. What you can do, why can’t I? ]

Song Shiyuan said in an angry tone, "I'm going to kill you!"

The voice suddenly became calm.

[Oh, you and I are one, and you can do it to yourself? ]

Just then Jiang Miao came back.

Song Shiyuan lowered his eyes when he saw her, "Sister Miao, I'm sorry."

Jiang Miao walked over, squatted in front of him, pinched his face, "Then try your best to kill that annoying guy."

She was right in front of him. Song Shiyuan saw her red and swollen lips and the marks on her collarbone. He turned away unnaturally and coughed a few times. Those were obviously the marks he had left before.

Just thinking about the memories that didn't belong to him swirling in his mind made him feel even more guilty.

When Jiang Miao raised her head, she saw the base of his red ears. She stretched out her hand, and she put away the demon rope again.

Song Shiyuan's eyes met hers and he said quickly: "Are you hungry? I'll cook."

As he spoke, he used his spiritual power to put the collapsed bed back together again.

Jiang Miao said, "I'm not hungry. Now that we have recovered, we are ready to leave here and return to the Xianyuan Continent through the secret realm formation."

Song Shiyuan thought of the craziness and excess of Shuangxiu in those days, "Sister Miao, are you feeling well?"

Jiang Miao's eyelashes trembled slightly, she blushed and turned her head, "Just sleep for one night and you'll be fine."

Song Shiyuan responded softly, and then asked, "Senior sister, when we return to Xianyuan Continent, are we still Taoist couples?"

Especially after the evil things his inner demons did

I'm so afraid that my senior sister won't want him anymore.

……