【Rebirth】Mermaid brothers love doomed

Her black hair was soft and long, and she was dressed in white clothes that swayed in the wind. She was as elegant as a banished fairy.

A section of neck was faintly exposed, with a slender and graceful arc, and even the tips of the ears were as warm as white jade.

Such a person is really prettier than that woman.

It's just that I don't know what kind of creamy body is under the white clothes?

Realizing what he was thinking, Yan Changan shuddered and pinched himself hard.

He is probably crazy to insult the immortal master in the sect like this, and the other party is still a man.

Yan Changan shook his head, leaving those unsightly scenes behind him, and then staggered to his feet.

Just about to climb up Yu Qingfeng's back, he suddenly smelled the cold sandalwood on his neck.

The evil fire in his abdomen suddenly surged, and he hugged his waist and pushed it unconsciously.

Yu Qingfeng's back stiffened, and Yan Chang'an's eyes panicked.

One froze on the spot and didn't dare to look back, while the other squatted down abruptly and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely strange...

Seeing the ghost bride wandering around, Lin Wanjiang's heart beat violently, and his fingertips trembled as he clenched Changsheng tightly.

"what!!!"

A scream pierced the silence, and Lin Wanjiang's eyes trembled.

It turned out that apart from the two of them, there was actually a living person in this house!

The sharp and maniacal laughter resounded in the ears, crazy and penetrating.

The ghost bride held sharp golden scissors and pierced the man's chest fiercely.

Again and again, accompanied by crazy laughter, until the room was filled with blood and scarlet splashed everywhere.

A figure was reflected on the wall, his whole body was twitching and his flesh was spattering, his throat was cut and he couldn't make a sound.

The man is dead.

Lin Wanjiang looked sideways at Duan Juechen, saw him frown and shook his head.

They couldn't beat them, and going out rashly would be death.

With a bang, the 'rotten meat' was thrown on the ground by the ghost bride, and the golden scissors were stained crimson.

Blood rolled down the scissors, tick tock...

Glowing deadly.

The thick blood came to his nostrils, and Lin Wanjiang raised his eyes, facing a pair of pale eyes.

The man was lifeless, his pale cheeks were mottled with blood, and he couldn't tell if he was a man or a woman.

The eyes filled with blood and tears were hollow, and they just stared straight at Lin Wanjiang and Duan Juechen who were lying on the couch.

Suddenly seeing this scene, Lin Wanjiang shuddered and accidentally bumped into the bed.

The sound is very small, but it is particularly obvious in the middle of the night...

Hearing this sound, Duan Juechen hastily reached out and hugged Lin Wanjiang tightly to protect him.

The two held their breath, their hearts beating wildly due to nervousness.

The ghost bride also heard the sound, and her body froze suddenly.

Lin Wanjiang opened his eyes wide, he couldn't see but could see the reflection on the wall.

The shadow that can be illuminated must be an evil spirit that has turned into a body.

Not to mention that the two of them have lost all their mana, even at their peak they are difficult to deal with.

The moonlight poured into the window, dim and dark, and the shadow turned around suddenly.

Holding a pair of blood-stained golden scissors, reflecting the cold light.

The three-inch golden lotus is stepping on the river of blood and rotten flesh, rattling...

Bloody footprints covered the ground from far to near, and the room was overwhelmingly cloudy.

Lin Wanjiang held Changsheng in his hand, and Duan Juechen held Changqing in his hand. The two looked at each other, wanting to fight to the death!

They can't sit still, especially Lin Wanjiang.

He was blessed with the gift of destiny, how could he die in this Red Louzhai?

On the other side, the two people in the blood mist were still at a stalemate.

Yu Qingfeng was taken aback, and Yan Changan felt embarrassed and wanted to bump himself to death.

He didn't know what evil he had committed?But that waist is really thin, thin and slender and feels very good.

With a crisp snap, Yu Qingfeng was startled again.

It was Yan Changan who slapped himself.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing, secretly scolding himself for being sick.

What's on your mind?If Yan Guanshan found out, he might be beaten to death.

This slap was originally intended to wake him up, but who knew that his mind was even more confused.

The fire in his abdomen burned more and more, Yan Changan finally couldn't stand it, he suddenly lay down on the ground, curled up and trembling constantly.

The evil fire lingered in his heart, and regardless of Yu Qingfeng's presence, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, thinking about dealing with it himself.

Who knew that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even untie his belt.

"Uh......"

A muffled hum came from beside her ear, Yu Qingfeng gritted her teeth, and turned around suddenly.

Seeing this, Yan Chang'an hastily turned over, how dare he look at this person again?

There was a sound behind him, and Yu Qingfeng squatted down slowly.

He knew Yan Chang'an couldn't do this, if he endured it, he might hurt himself.

This is the only son of his senior brother, and he will carry on the family line of the Yan family in the future.

Seeing the shoulder blades trembling constantly, Yu Qingfeng said in a low voice: "Turn around."

Yan Chang'an hurriedly said, "What...for what?"

Yu Qingfeng rubbed the center of his brows, and swallowed: "Help...help you..."

It was unspoken again, but Yan Changan understood.

His heart beat violently, but he said: "No...no need, how can I bother Elder Yu?"

This is his father's younger brother, the uncle who watched him grow up.

Is it the peak master with a high status in the sect, or Lin Wanjiang's master.

Let him help himself like this, if it spreads.

Either he died in embarrassment, or he was beaten to death by the partnership of Yan Guanshan and Lin Wanjiang...

Seeing that he was not moving, Yu Qingfeng could only step forward and tug at the corner of his clothes.

He didn't want to be like this, but he couldn't let it go.

He suddenly asked: "Why don't I call you a ghost girl?"

Of course he knows how to do this kind of magic circle, and recruiting a Taoist evil spirit to detoxify him can be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

Yan Changan trembled all over, and hurriedly stopped: "No! Absolutely not!"

He doesn't want to be with a ghost lady, in this wilderness, it's better to kill him across the board.

Yu Qingfeng became more and more helpless, no matter what.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly took out a meditation talisman from inside his clothes.

It's useless to snap a sticker.

Yan Chang'an was still shaking, looking at him like this, he might wake up by himself if he was knocked out.

"Uh......"

There was another muffled hum, and Yu Qingfeng broke out in a cold sweat when he saw it.

Yan Changan's body was flushed red, and he could feel his scorching body temperature even if he got close.

Yu Qingfeng got up hurriedly, and began to disassemble the belt without saying a word.

Hearing the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, Yan Changan suddenly turned his head.

Seeing Yu Qingfeng taking off his clothes, his eyes trembled, and his mind became even more confused with fright.

"Yu...Elder Yu! No...you don't have to do this!"

Yu Qingfeng remained silent, suddenly squatted down, and covered Yan Chang'an's eyes with his belt.

Gently flicking with fingertips, he unbuttoned the man's belt, Yu Qingfeng turned his head, and the palm of his hand went straight to the point.

The panting sound became heavier, Yan Changan was shaking violently, his eyes were blindfolded, and his senses were infinitely magnified.

He knew that Yu Qingfeng was helping him, but in this chaotic mind, there were scenes of love and moonlight.

Unbelievably charming, against yin and yang, and against human relations.

All of them, Yu Qingfeng's face.

Under the red tent, candles flickered.

This person's skin was covered with snow and his hair was in a messy bun, and his moist eyebrows and eyes were full of moisture.

Being pressed under him, he gasped softly...