Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 742 The Little Crying Bag of the Demon Cult Leader 11
Man Luo glanced at him, and continued to cry shamelessly.

Ling Yin only felt that his head was starting to ache. He helped Fu Fu's forehead, and his voice was a little helpless: "What can you do to stop crying?"

The girl turned her head away from him, glistening tears fell down, and as she turned her head, the bruises on her neck appeared clearly in front of Ling Yin.

The girl's skin was already fair, which made the bruises more obvious.

Ling Yin's fingers couldn't help curling up slightly.

He just... really didn't use much force, the little girl's skin was too tender.

His eyes deepened, and Ling Yin simply pulled up the girl's hand and clasped it around his neck: "If you blame me, then I'll let you pinch it back."

As he spoke, he tightened the girl's hand a little bit, pain gradually came from his neck, and the feeling of suffocation was very uncomfortable, but Ling Yin's expression did not change much.

Surprised by Ling Yin's unexpected action, Man Luo's tears stopped for a moment. She expected Ling Yin to coax her, but she didn't expect Ling Yin to use this method to coax her.

Feeling Ling Yin tightening his hand continuously, the merciless strength, as if what he was pinching was not his neck at this moment.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yin was ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself.

Seeing his attitude of not letting go, Manro rarely became nervous.

Isn't Lingyin's reaction right?

What if this really strangles people to death?
"Ling Yin, that's enough, let me go."

Man Luo struggled to withdraw her hand, but Ling Yin's hand was held extremely tightly. With her meager strength, there was no way to withdraw her hand.

Man Luo's face changed, and he cried even more miserably in an instant: "Let me go! Your hand hurts!"

This sentence really worked better than anything else, Ling Yin's movements suddenly stopped, and he let go of his hand hesitantly.

Air poured into his lungs again, he frowned and coughed twice, then looked at the girl's retracted hands in a blink of an eye.

The pair of fair little hands turned red at this moment, and the girl not only did not vent her anger because of what happened just now, but instead hugged her hands aggrievedly, crying even more fiercely.

Ling Yin: "..."

This time, he really didn't know how to coax the girl.

Seeing Ling Yin froze there, looking at a loss, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

A smile flashed across Man Luo's eyes, and she stretched out her hand twitching, making her own request: "I want to hug."

Ling Yin twitched the corners of his lips under the mask, met the girl's almond eyes glistening with tears, and stretched his arms stiffly to embrace the girl.

There was a warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, and Ling Yin's eyes were lost for a moment. When he realized it, he had already naturally patted the girl's back and comforted her in a low voice.

It was obviously his first time doing these movements, but they were so proficient and natural.

It's as if...it's been done a thousand times before...

As soon as this idea came up, a blurry scene flashed in his mind, he couldn't grasp the content inside, he only vaguely remembered those bright and clear eyes.

There was a throbbing in my heart for no reason.

After so many years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, Ling Yin always felt that something was missing in his heart, and the feeling of missing made him anxious, confused and uneasy.

But holding the girl at this moment, that kind of security seems to fill the lack of heart.

Ling Yin tightened his arms unconsciously, hugging the girl even tighter.

Man Luo lazily rested her chin on Ling Yin's strong shoulders, the tears in her eyes stopped long ago, but she hugged him and did not intend to let go.

Feeling that Ling Yin was still patting her back, the corners of Man Luo's lips were hooked, but her voice was still crying: "Ling Yin, I want to see your appearance, can you take off the mask and show me? "

(End of this chapter)