The Villain Acts Recklessly [Fast Wear]

With Yan Qin's help, Qiqingqin will be completed in less than three days.

It was still in the shape of a pipa, and Lin Sui put the gray-pink spirit into the pipa, and turned the qin into a ghostly aura and put it in his sleeves.

Qi Ling liked this boarding body very much, and exuded a flattering atmosphere towards Lin Sui.

Yan Qin expressed contempt for the posture of the Qin Ling, and was very disdainful.

"I've worked hard on you for the past two days, how about giving you some ghost energy?"

Lin Sui sat on the soft couch, stroking Yan Qin's chin with his fingers.

"Where do you want to eat me?"

He leaned on the couch, as if he wanted to let you enjoy it.

Without hesitation, Yan Qin ran towards Lin Sui's lips.

His actions were too impatient, and Guijun chuckled a few times.

It's just that the smile became more and more vague, being swallowed into the subtle sound of water.

When pushed away, Yan Qin licked his lips dissatisfied and asked, "What do you want that woman to play the piano for? It doesn't seem to help you at all?"

"It's very useful," Lin Sui said lazily, "I want to use it to mess with someone's mind."

"who?"

"A man without desires."

Yan Qin couldn't help laughing, and said firmly, "There will never be such a person in the world."

Chapter 182: Gui Langjun x Twins

Lin Sui looked at Yan Qin with a smile without saying a word, propping his chin to play with his long hair.

Yan Qin ignored his movements and concentrated on his cultivation.

Lin Sui continued to practice spells with ghost power, trying to improve and innovate.

Before dark, he took out the Qieqin and plucked the strings at will.

He doesn't know how to play the pipa, but because of the special nature of this qin, the chaotic tunes are not tuned, but there is love.

There was laughter for a while, and shouting for a while, which made people unable to help feeling upset.

Lin Sui's skills and mental strength are extraordinary, and this emotion does not affect him at all, let alone Yan Qin, these emotions are simply out of his reach, let alone disturb his mind.

It's just that the little ghosts outside are suffering, covering their ears and holding their heads one by one, feeling the magic sound piercing their ears.

Although his emotions were not affected, the slightly noisy voice made Yan Qin stop his cultivation and looked at Lin Sui.

The ghostly blue will-o'-the-wisps float beside the young man, like blossoming blue lotuses.

The hem of the robe fell to the ground, and the arms were bent to play the pipa. The wide sleeves slid down the skin, revealing a slender white wrist, which matched the color of the pipa.

Gently closing, slowly twisting, wiping and picking again, Yan Qin was attracted by the movements of his fingers, and actually felt that the broken tune had a bit of artistic conception.

Lin Sui himself didn't think so. After trying the effect, he put the pipa aside, closed his eyes and fell asleep, waiting for the sun to go down.

The index finger of his right hand suddenly felt cold and wet. Lin Sui raised his eyes and looked at the young man who was biting his fingertip from top to bottom.

Seeing that he didn't move his hand, Yan Qin didn't let go, his canine teeth were grinding against his fingertips, as long as Senbai's teeth were pushed up and down, they could easily bite off.

But Yan Qin didn't intend to bite. Compared with the meat on his fingers, this person's tongue is more delicious.

Thinking of this, he became hungry again, swallowing unconsciously, and following his movements, the tongue attached to his knuckles also moved.

The young Li Gui has black hair and starry eyes. His gaze coupled with his movements reveals some absurd, weird yet pure and direct desires.

Lin Sui's eyes moved slightly, he looked at him with a half-smile, and slowly moved his finger back.

Yan Qin didn't understand human affairs, no one taught him these things, he was restrained until he was sixteen years old, he had never seen the outside world, he was still a teenager, someone wanted to take his life.

He can't tell the difference between lust and appetite at all now, but he is not a blank sheet of paper, on the contrary, he is a sheet of paper that gathers all the colors layered on top of each other until it turns black.

Lin Sui licked off the wetness from his hands, and the blue hair fell down in front of his body. The pale skin and the dark red tip of his tongue woven a colorful picture.

Strong heart palpitations and a huge impact swept through Yan Qin, he felt extremely hungry, wanting to eat the ghost in front of him was crazy like never before, but it was not because he wanted to dig out his heart and watch him die, but...but... ... Yan Qin couldn't tell.

A long gray-pink string meanders out of the pipa, and Qi Ling wants to get to Lin Sui's hand in a flattering way, but Yan Qin grabs her.

"Who allowed you to move around?"

Qi Ling was frightened by him, and shrank back into Qinli with a "sho".

Yan Qin snorted coldly: "Things that are not on the table."

I don't know what is the use of this thing, it can disturb a person's heart, and I don't know how bad it is to be disturbed by this kind of thing.

Outside the dilapidated mountain temple, a woman in black clothes came slowly.

Miaoyin was not called Miaoyin at first, she was born in a scholarly family.

Her father is a well-known master in the world, and her mother, Konghou, is a master of Chu. She aspired to be like her parents when she was a child. She could play the bamboo flute before she could walk. old composing.

Everyone is full of praise for her, but she still feels that it is not enough, her feelings are not enough, her skills are not good enough, her parents say she is too ingenious, tangible and soulless.

Three years ago, her mother was robbed into the mansion by a rich man. Her father ran around begging for help, but only waited for his wife's body to be thrown out.

She buried the dead body for her parents, played the piano in despair, and wrote her hatred and sorrow in it. When she was awakened, she realized that she had played for three days without sleep. Her fingers were already bloody and her bones were visible. The raccoon dog wept, and all those who passed by wept.