Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The stars of the full moon shed a faint glow, reflecting on her from the sparkling lake, reflecting her pale, bloodless little face, shaking a beautiful feeling of asphyxiation.

Maybe she didn't notice.

But that man, hidden in the dark, was as beautiful and bloody as the fallen angel.

In the ear, a slow breeze broke through the mountains.

Straight up, an unusually strange gaze, staring closely at her in the dark.

Three days.

This feeling of being stared at in secret has been for three days. At first, she thought it was her illusion, but for three days, if she still felt it was an illusion, it would be stupid.

Chewing the herbal medicine over the final wound, the cloud dancer stretched out and quickly grabbed his wrecked shirt over his body.

The other hand grabbed the sharp stone the moment he stood up.

All of a sudden, the cloud dance ears moved, slightly flanking his head, only to see a silent and powerful gas rush.

Her body flashed quickly, while avoiding, the poisonous stone tip in her hand, tearing the air rushing behind her.

As long as the person moves, then the brilliant cover will also have a fragile smell.

“Wow!”

The sound of the clothes being broken.

In the position behind her, she saw a figure like a ghost, jumping in the sky, and suddenly hiding in the dark forest.

Her attack only touched the man's horn.

What a sharp hand.

At this time, a cool green light appeared around, with a buzz of monster hissing.

Was it the bloody smell on her that drew those beasts? Or because of that guy?

Whatever the reason, nearer, kill!

When the clouds danced, they flew to a large stone beside the lake and grabbed a sharp long stone, like a beast, leaning down and flashing.

Every move she made was put into the bottom of her eyes by those weird eyes, tight lips, slowly pulling up an interesting bloodthirsty laugh arc.

He knew that for three days, she had detected him staring at her in the dark.

However, she is not yet able to locate him, but he feels that this little thing is going to glow and heat up in no time.

“What an interesting little thing.” As the magnetic low murmur slowly drifted through the wind, a tall figure jumped in the dark.

That's the most beautiful man ever seen in a cloud dance.

Silver hair demon, eyebrows flying sharply, dark eyes like stars, skin like Chevy, sexy thin lips slightly raised...

The man, as if he had some weird magic, would take away the suction of his mind just by looking at him.

Even cloud dance has a second of fainting.

But soon, the eyes of the cloud-dancing stars recovered bright and smothered with cold killers.

“Do you know the art of exorcism? ”

That strange feeling, which she had seen in remote countries when she was on mission, was said to be a sobering technique for hypnosis enhancement.

First instinct, this man, too dangerous.

The man's thin lip laughed and said, "This is the first time I've ever met a woman who wasn't mesmerized by me, little thing. What's your name? ”

Watching the man walk in step by step, the clouds danced and his body bowed vigilantly, and he drank coldly: "Don't ever come near me again, or I'll kill you! ”

“Haha, there are more people who want my life, unfortunately, no one can take it. If you have the ability to do something small, I don't mind giving your life to you...”

The man who threatened to speak to her was deaf, his steps approached, his narrow eyes were dark and magical...

“Huh!”

The instrument breaks the sound of air.

It smells bloody and blows away in the air.

The surrounding warcraft, smelling the blood, did not jump, but rather smelled something of fear and retreated quickly.

The cloud-dancing glance flashed unbelievably, watching the man not hide, so she followed the attack in her hand through the white palm.

Poison, no obstacle to him.

Wounded, he willed it.

Dark red blood, the demon slipped under the moonlight, stained his blood with flowers and grass, withered instantly.

“Looks like you can't take my life anymore, so... from tonight on, you're mine.” The magnetic voice blew with a hint of hegemony.

Cloud dance eyes open, the bottom of the eyes flashed, just wanted to move, but the consciousness was instantly attacked by darkness.

“You…”

At the last moment of unconsciousness, the cloud dance seemed to see a man smiling evil and holding her waist, sexy thin lips attacked her red lips...

She never thought that one day she would somehow lose to a man...

Day and night exchange.

How many days have passed since that night?

A burning, crispy, itchy sensation that awakens the consciousness of cloud dancing from the abyss.

The moment you open your eyes, you almost unconsciously bend your paws and you want to scratch them hard against your body.

At this time, the cloud dance found itself tied to both sides with open hands, trying to struggle, but finding itself itchy without the strength to lift a finger.