Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

The fingers wrapped around the neck lightly scratched the skin, exuding a row of thin blood beads.

The person behind him pressed tightly against his body, and the cold breath blew against his ears, making him tremble uncontrollably.

"Sweet and sweet blood, blood without any impurities, I like—"

Ye Qiao froze, not knowing whether the person behind him was an enemy or a friend, no!There are no friends here at all!There must be evil ghosts and ghosts that eat people.

He lowered his head slightly, trying to lock the arms around his waist in an instant, but suddenly his chin was pinched by the hands around his neck, and his whole face was forced to look up.

He froze for a moment, he couldn't see the people behind him, he held his breath and didn't dare to breathe out.

I don't know the level of the people behind and the evil spirits behind. Thinking of the scene where all the ghosts retreated just now, he couldn't help shivering. He should be a powerful character, so he has to be careful.

Suddenly, the person behind opened his bloody mouth and bit down on Ye Qiao's fair neck.

Ye Qiao charged fiercely and sent him flying with a single palm!

After closing his hand, he realized that the person who attacked him from behind was not a ghost, but a ray of spirit.

It's just that the spirit is the weakest existence in this nether world, why are those ghosts afraid of a ray of spirit?

Just as he was thinking, his hands were tied behind his back suddenly, and his whole body froze.

"Move... can't move!"

Ye Qiao seemed to be facing an enemy, and at that moment, he was so panicked that he broke out in cold sweat.

That thing bit his soft neck, greedily sucking Ye Qiao's blood.

Ye Qiao only felt that the blood all over his body began to turn cold, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

He could clearly feel the blood in his body being drawn away bit by bit, and the feeling of being stripped of life made him fall into despair.

Just when he thought he was about to die here, suddenly the bloodthirsty person lying on top of him bounced away a few meters like he was in a daze.

Kneeling on the ground, holding his head as if in great pain, he muttered something, Ye Qiao listened carefully.

"You can't hurt the master...he is the master, he is the master..."

Ye Qiao reacted abruptly, but fortunately, as soon as the ray of spirit left him, he could act as before.

Regardless of the row of teeth marks on his neck still gushing blood, he hurriedly walked up to the wisp of spirit.

"Yes, is it Ah Zhao?"

That wisp of soul was exactly the same as Dong Zhao's long. He was dressed in a blood-red torn robe, and there were traces of evil spirits biting all over his body.

Ye Qiao plucked up the courage to raise her hand, lightly landed on his hair, and gently rubbed his hair.

He curled his lips into a faint smile, which turned out to be a ray of Dong Zhao's soul.

"Azhao, Master has taken you home."

Hearing this sentence, that ray of soul trembled all over, and slowly raised its head, all the fierce eyes just now melted away, and there was only a pitiful look in the eyes.

"Master—"

He made a trill from low in his throat.

Ye Qiao's heart softened when he called Master.

He bent down and held out his hand to him.

Soul Dong Zhao froze for a moment, stretched out his hand hesitantly, and placed it on Ye Qiao's hand cautiously.

A feeling like an electric shock swept through his whole body, the ring finger of his left hand moved slightly, and the ring finger of Ye Qiao's right hand also shook twice.

It's like a warm current rushing into my heart in an instant, that feeling is wonderful.

"Master's hands are so soft—"

Ye Qiao smiled lightly.

Soul Dong Zhao stood beside him, the ghostly wind was very strong, most of which were evil winds, which stirred up his pure white robe and fluttered in the air like waves, and the man beside him was swaying in a tattered red robe.

"Azhao, do you know where the other Azhao is?"

Of course, Ye Qiao asked where the ray of heavenly soul was trapped.

The soulful Dong Zhao showed a wicked smile.

"Is that the coward that Master is talking about? I will take Master to find him—"

Suddenly he changed the topic, and there was a bit of bloodthirsty madness in his eyes.

The bright red tip of his tongue lightly brushed his lips, and a greedy expression could not be restrained on his face.

Like a dog, he sniffed Ye Qiao's neck where the blood was bleeding.

"Master's blood is really fragrant, and it really fascinates my disciples—"

"Give me another drink—"

Before Ye Qiao could react, Dong Zhao went crazy and threw Ye Qiao to the ground.

Frantically sucking the blood from his neck.

Ye Qiao didn't know why, but as soon as he got close to him, he couldn't move.

"Again...can't move again, damn..."

"Azhao, Azhao, I am a master, Azhao, wake up, wake up..."

Soul Dong Zhao's kissing skills are so poor that even a refined and respectful person like Ye Qiao wants to scold him!

Ye Qiaoqing frowned tightly, and there was a strong smell of blood in his mouth.

Ye Qiao was terrified, her intuition was bad!

I wanted to resist, but I couldn't move.

Sure enough, the next second confirmed his thoughts.

The subtle movements in this empty and dark place are extremely clear.

He forgot that this strand of soul belongs to Dong Zhao, and whatever thoughts Dong Zhao has in mind, the soul will magnify this thought hundreds of times!

After an unknown amount of time, when Ye Qiao woke up, she was lying in Xin Po Dong Zhao's arms.

"Master finally woke up—"

"It sure tastes better than blood—"

Ye Qiao listened to the dark words, and his already blushing face was covered with a layer of deep red.

Angry and annoyed, she wanted to push him away.

But he hugged her even tighter.

"You let me go!"

"Master doesn't want Ah Zhao?"

The soulful Dong Zhao's pitiful voice fell into his ears, and Ye Qiao's heart softened immediately.

All the anger disappeared at that moment.

"Master beats me and scolds me, I will bear it, master, please don't want Ah Zhao? Disciple really can't live without master—"

"I promise next time, next time..."

"Next time?!" Ye Qiao gritted his teeth and forced out two words.

"You still want a next time!"

Ye Qiaoqi's chest kept rising and falling.

But listening to his pitiful tone, I really couldn't get angry to attack him.

Helplessly, he could only sigh to himself.

Soul Dong Zhao quietly revealed a wicked and insolent smile.

If Ye Qiao wasn't blind, how could he have been fooled by him.

Dong Zhao's soul was originally being bitten and eaten by thousands of ghosts, but one day he suddenly broke out and started to fight back against eating ghosts.

In the past year or so, he has eaten countless ghosts and souls, and his cultivation level is so great that he can shock the king of Hades in the Three Palaces!He has long been the overlord of this place, the heart demon lord who avoids all ghosts!

"Master, I'll take you to find that coward—"

Ye Qiao took a deep breath.

"This is Ah Zhao's soul, it is a part of Ah Zhao's body, it hit him, hurts Ah Zhao, you have to hold back, you have to hold back..."

"Help me up..."

Soul Dong Zhao smiled and helped him up.

Pulling his hand familiarly, Ye Qiao wanted to shake it off, but he held it even tighter.

Reluctantly, he was dragged to the depths of the nether world.

But Ye Qiao is fortunate that he is here, otherwise he might have been entangled in this ghostly place and unable to move forward, or he might have been eaten by thousands of ghosts.