Grasping Evil

() Within a month, the remaining 49 places will be settled among the hundred people.

Yao Fei Wuyan was second, Lu Jiefen was third, and the rest were not listed.

In just one month, Luo Yunlu's terrifying record of stepping north on the Purple Terrace and beheading six generals quickly spread across billions of miles of land in the Second Realm, with the help of various secret techniques of communication.

No one blamed Ning Fan for the deaths of Wang Xiao and others. After all, Lei Zhan followed the instructions of the demon ancestor, and from the moment he set foot on the Purple Terrace, life and death were doomed.

Naturally, the True Spirit Clan would not let Ning Fan go, but that was something that happened after Ning Fan ascended to the Land of Demon Spirits, and was not the concern of the Second Realm Demon Clan.

One of their concerns is that... Luo Yunbu has Lu Bei, and from then on, they must not offend him!

To the south of Luo Yun, where it meets the Feng Yun tribe, began to search for monsters and sacrifices.

For the opening of the Third Realm Road this time, Jiu Bu almost did his best to hunt down monsters.

At least 500,000 Jindan or more monsters need to be sacrificed in blood, and at least 1% of them must be king beasts.

The preparation of the ancient demon sacrifice this time is far from being as easy as opening the second realm road. The materials spent on carving out the great formation will consume at least one-fifth of each tribe's financial resources.

These are not things that Ning Fan needs to worry about.

In January, he was in the boudoir, accompanying Lu Wan'er to heal her wounds.

The North General's Mansion is closely guarded by countless masters.

In Wangjiang Tower, inside the fragrant boudoir, on the soft couch, Ning Fan and Wan'er both had their knees closed and their palms touching, but with Ning Fan as the lead, the double cultivation exercised mana around the sky.

Using female yin to replenish yang, using male yang to replenish yin, to reconcile yin and yang, and to heal wounds is extraordinary, but this technique is only after Ning Fan transforms into a god. Only then can he exert himself reluctantly, take himself as the lead, and accompany Lu Wan'er to heal.

since January. Lu Wan'er had already recovered from the injury she suffered from forcibly pushing Feng Yi. And under the joint cultivation with Ning Fan, the demon power has improved a lot.

And Ning Fan's injury also consumed eighty-nine out of ten, but unfortunately the blood was lost and it was difficult to make up for it, so his face was still pale and there was not much blood.

Feeling the strong smell of man on Ning Fan's bed, feeling the temperature of the palms touching. Lu Wan'er's pretty face blushed and her heart was beating wildly.

This is the first time she sits on a man's bed... The meaning of this,

it goes without saying.

I know, I understand that the two have been reclusive in January. is healing.

I don't know, only that the two of them have been swimming in the room for a month.

Therefore, Luo Yundu County, along with Ning Fan's prestige, became famous, and its romantic name spread farther and farther.

Ning Fan during cultivation. The expression is very serious and meticulous, and there is no trace of the usual casual color.

This focused expression made Lu Wan'er secretly blame Ning Fan's incomprehensible amorous feelings.

"Everyone knows that I, Lu Wan'er, are your woman. If you don't marry me. What should I do... Speaking of which, my bone age is 900 years old, and he is less than 400 years old. I am so much older than him..."

In the cultivation world, the ages are all floating clouds. Some Taoist companions have similar cultivation bases, but the bone age is very different. These are naturally the reasons for their aptitude.

The question of age is considered, I'm afraid it's only a silly girl like Lu Wan'er.

Otherwise, Ning Fan wouldn't have to marry a wife. Except for Zhi He, there seemed to be no one younger than him.

But seeing Ning Fan lightly relieved, his demonic power returned to his body, he slowly opened his eyes.

"The injury is finally getting better...Wang Xiao, is the strongest opponent I have defeated by my own strength, but I just can't imagine that killing this person would cause me to suffer such serious injuries. Most of the time, I can't stop it..." Ning Fan laughed at himself.

He clearly knows that he can only transform into a god with his demonic power at the most in the late stage of a battle. If he wants to kill the late stage cultivator, he must pay a large price, such as self-destruction.

Never thought that his self-mockery made Lu Wan'er give him a sullen look.

"What do you think! As soon as you transform into a god, go and fight that Wang Xiao desperately... It's not easy to exchange Wang Xiao's life at the cost of serious injury, okay? You work so hard every time, you know that when Wang Xiaobing is the one When Feng Luoyun was sealed, I saw you dissipated in the sorcery, how nervous my heart was... I was so afraid that you would die..."

Lu Wan'er's shoulders trembled slightly. At that time, although she gritted her teeth and claimed that Ning Fan was not dead, her heart was very nervous.

"Who wants that Wang Xiao to hurt you, I dare not let him go..."

Don't dare... Outsiders only see Ning Fan's beauty, but they don't know that he also doesn't dare, he doesn't dare to put his woman in danger.

Ning Fan didn't know, if Wang Xiao was let go this time, would Wang Xiao order the next Zhu Qin to harm Lu Wan'er.

A person's courage, many times, comes from the word dare not.

Butterfly dared to contend against the Immortal Emperor, not because of his amazing courage, but only because of the existence of love behind him.

Lu Wan'er's heart trembled. At this moment, she suddenly felt that Ning Fan was just an ordinary person, not as arrogant and inhuman as she imagined.

As if a big sister was looking at a loving younger brother, Lu Wan'er raised her fair arms and gently wrapped her arms around Ning Fan's neck, her eyes filled with affection.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be fine... Ning Fan, tell me your story, okay..."

From Ning Fan's eyes, Lu Wan'er saw too much tiredness and loneliness.

This resolute man must have many stories behind him...

"Do you want to hear?"

"Well, I want to really get to know you..." Lu Wan'er looked very serious, leaned forward slightly, and shrank into Ning Fan's arms.

The chest is soft, touching Ning Fan's thin but firm chest, shy and bold.

The demon clan is not bound by etiquette, and love is love. The current Lu Wan'er is not Luo Yun's number one spiritual master, but a little fox who has moved the heart of ordinary people.

"Tell me everything about you and let me see what you really look like..." Her eyes gradually blurred.

Ning Fan's changed appearance of Lu Bei gave her more and more strangeness. She didn't want to see Lu Bei, she wanted to see the real Ning Fan.

"What does it look like..."

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves, his face changed rapidly, his body did not change much, he was still thin, but his appearance became more handsome and angular.

It's just that this real appearance is younger, thinner, and more bookish than Lu Wan'er imagined.

"You're so young, when you walk with you, others will say you're my brother..." Lu Wan'er turned her head slightly, her face shy, and when she saw Ning Fan's face for the first time, it made her heart beat.

"Well, you little fox. It's quite big..."

Needless to say, Ning Fan wrapped his arms around Lu Wan'er in his arms.

ah!

Lu Wan'er let out a coquettish cry. She looked ashamed, she was unmanned. Instinctively, he turned around and wanted to flee. He had just half crawled out of Ning Fan's arms, turned around and stood up, but stepped on Ning Fan's legs, turned his back to Ning Fan, and fell into his arms.

In the face of this beauty who was brought to the door, Ning Fan smiled. He hugged directly across his chest, holding the woman in his arms.

"Now, can the little fox run away?"

"I'm not running, I'm not running...you let me go...your hand. Your hand..."

Because of the healing, Lu Wan'er's clothes were already thin, and now the pink back was attached to Ning Fan's chest, she was ashamed.

And Ning Fan had long regarded Lu Wan'er as his own woman, so he didn't care.

Her arms were placed across Lu Wan'er's chest. Stick to the two soft balls, press it lightly, and the softness sinks.

The crisp chest was touched by Ning Fan's arm, and Lu Wan'er only felt that her whole body was losing strength, as if she was about to melt into Ning Fan's arms.

She was not bound by etiquette. At first, it was just a woman's shy instinct, but she didn't resent being touched by Ning Fan.

Gently bowing her head, Ren Qingsi covered her blurred eyes, but she no longer resisted, Ren Ningfan hugged herself in such an ambiguous posture.

I have to say that Lu Wan'er's childish face and big breasts are definitely a fatal temptation for men.

In addition, being a fox, he was naturally charming. At first, Ning Fan was only teasing, but when he touched Lu Wan'er's softness, he immediately felt that his little Ning Fan had a reaction.

So, Lu Wan'er's tender buttocks were inadvertently hit by something through the thin shirt.

If it was a human woman, she would be blushing with shame, but Lu Wan'er was worthy of being a monster, her blurred eyes, with three points of shyness, but an air of self-satisfaction.

This is a good thing, it shows that his lover is in love with him... In his eyes, he is still very attractive.

"It's no wonder that so many sisters of the fox clan are willing to think about ordinary people and fall in love with ordinary people... It turns out that falling in love is such a beautiful feeling... um..."

Lu Wan'er was in a state of confusion when she suddenly let out an inadvertent cry. It turned out that it was Ning Fan's hand, which slipped into her thin shirt and gently caressed the plump tenderness through her tube top.

"Little fox, didn't you say just now that you are older than me? Now I will take a closer look and see how much older you are than me."

"I'm talking about... bone age... not... not this... um..."

It seems to be invaded, as if something swells, flows, and numbs in the body, which is fascinating.

I should have listened to Ning Fan talk about the past, but I never thought that I would end up with the ambiguous scene now.

Feeling the two groups of big white rabbits, squeezed into any shape by a tube top, with the slightest current floating all over the body, Lu Wan'er's breathing gradually became rapid, with Lanxiang's breathing, fascinated.

Between the legs, there is gradually a silky smoothness, the pretty face is hot as blood, and above the buttocks, inside the jacket, four snow-white, soft fox tails slowly pop out.

People say that fox demons are easy to be emotional, and once they are emotional, they are more likely to show the appearance of demons. From this point of view, it is true.

Ning Fan rubbed the little fox's chest with one hand, while the other hand touched the little fox's tail.

The hot fox tail seemed to be congested with blood. The moment Ning Fan touched it, Lu Wan'er seemed to be greatly stimulated and bit her lip tightly, but the comfort that filled her whole body made her unable to bear it and let out a coquettish moan.

"Don't touch...don't...here...here is..."

"Huh? Fox clan woman, fox tail is so sensitive?"

Ning Fan's fingers stroked the fox's tail rhythmically, and Lu Wan'er's stimulation became more and more intense. She looked up at Ning Fan with her chaotic temples, her perspiration was thin, and her red lips were like blood, sparkling with crystal saliva. liquid, as if thirsting for a kiss.

Ning Fan kissed Lu Wan'er's lips sensibly, and felt a different sweet fragrance from her tender lips.

Well…

Lu Wan'er's cherry lips were blocked, she felt as if she was about to suffocate, and she seemed to be ascending into the clouds.

Originally, Ning Fan's hand stroking the foxtail slipped between his thighs through the thin shirt, moistening his fingers.

And at this moment, Lu Wan'er's delicate body trembled violently, more wetness, revealing the thin shirt, dyed on Ning Fan's fingers.

Her eyes were full of shyness and affection, and she reached the peak under Ning Fan's touch.

A trace of resentment, resentment for Ning Fan being so rude, for letting himself be so rude...

"The woman of the fox clan, really..."

"What is it! It's so shameless, isn't it!" Lu Wan'er was slightly nervous.

"No...it's so tempting..."

"Don't be smug...you made fun of me before you told me your story..." Lu Wan'er's pretty face blushed, and she gave Ning Fan a blank look.

It's just that she also understands that Ning Fan is so rude and touching herself, she is too successful in her charm.

This shows that in his eyes, he is very attractive...

"I want to hear your story..."

"Well, I'll tell you now. It was in the Human Race, the Immortal Realm of Rain, an intermediate-level cultivation country called Wu Guo... There, a 3-year-old child was brought into the Haining Ning family..."