Late at night, there is an inviolable, majestic and magnificent beauty in the moonlight.The bustling streets are silent and deep in the daytime, and there are no bright lights, and the wide roads are simply lit by the moon.Jiang Ziya walked alone on this quiet and silent street, and the bright silver halo dragged his figure for a long time.After he came out of the Emperor's Palace, he walked quickly along this westbound street, which was the largest street in the entire Chaoge City, and it was also the only way to go out of the Chaoge.Jiang Ziya thought a lot along the way, and he thought of what his master Yuqing said to him when he was in Kunlun Mountain.
Qing admonished, thinking that it was inevitable to assist Xiqi after going down, and also thinking of meeting the fox demon for the first time in the jungle......
These scenes filled his mind one by one, disturbing his mind and unable to completely calm down.He wanted to get rid of these distractions, but the fragrance of the clothes on his body poured into the tip of his nose with the night wind, and he couldn't help but think about the cunning fox demon.And when he thought of that fox demon, he inevitably remembered the last scene he saw on the rubble of Dixin's dormitory.Jiang Ziya glanced up at the moon, at this time, Di Xin and the fox demon were probably turning in the dormitory.
Cloud cover.
Rain.But what does all this have to do with him...
Jiang Ziya pursed his lips and sped up his journey.After this song, he went to change into a shirt that had nothing to do with the fox demon, they were not all the way, and they should not have any relationship.After taking one last glance at the direction of the imperial city, after Jiang Ziya retracted his gaze, there was firmness and persistence in his dark eyes.This time, if he meets the fox demon again, they will be incompatible enemies.The long night was long, and Jiang Ziya's figure finally disappeared into Chaoge.And the other side.In Fu Zhenhong's dream of blooming black demon flowers, there was obviously no wind around, but these delicate stamens swayed with the swing of the branches.The red and black snakes on the ground are intimately entangled.
Around each other, their heads wrap around each other and their tails intersect, like a pair of inseparable loving partners in that special period, who are wantonly and frantically moving the boundary between the torso and the tail, enjoying the closeness and friction brought by each other.The red light of the red snake's pupils becomes more and more vivid, and the dark "color" of the black snake's pupils becomes deeper and deeper.
Movement and telecontraction, bringing out the most original "color" and glamour.Fu Zhenhong's hands were softly placed on both sides of Hongjun's shoulders, and the fragrance of black flowers poured into his nose, and along with this dark fragrance, there was also the smell of Hongjun's body.The faint fragrance like a lotus flower.Even if the flavor is not strong, it has an intoxicating magic.Fu Zhenhong half-opened her lips and raised her delicate chin slightly to look at Hongjun, even if she was doing something completely opposite to her own avenue, Hongjun's expression was still calm on her face.If it weren't for the fact that there was still a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his moderately thick lips were a little red and swollen from the kiss, I am afraid that it would not make people feel that the other party was close to someone at all.This supreme affection is always indifferent.Except for the darkness and depth that flashed in his eyes, there was even a restrained reserve on his face.But the opposite of his face is his movements.As the Lord of Heavenly Dao, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the most powerful existence in this world.He has an unattainable status, an incomparable power of Taoism, an endless lifespan, and an absolute physical strength that never seems to know tiredness......
His chest was firm and broad, and his breathing was low and hot.His slender and powerful arms supported Fu Zhenhong, and his palms were hot, as if Fu Zhenhong's whole person was going to burn when he pressed against Fu Zhenhong's skin.Fu Zhenhong's eyes were half-narrowed, and the condensed physiological "sexual" tears at the end of his eyes turned into moist droplets and slid down to his crimson cheeks, like begonia petals being moistened with the first drop of morning "dew" in the morning.He was already born with a beautiful appearance, and at this moment he is even more colorful.The inky black hair was slightly messy and scattered all over him, and a few strands stuck to the snow-white and round shoulders because of the fragrant sweat.The true beauty lies in the bones, and the true charm also radiates from the bone marrow.Sweat made his skin shiny and silky, and he was like the red snake, swinging with the black snake's powerful and rhythmic movements.Tao said, cause is born from the heart, love is born from the heart, and movement is born from the heart.Meet because of fate, go on a blind date because of love, and entangle because of a blind date.
Entanglement, the way of the world, follow the natural.Hongjun's hand caressed Fu Zhenhong's small teardrop that slid down his cheek, and the crystal clear teardrop quickly dispersed at Hongjun's fiery fingertips, and finally half dissipated in the air, half penetrated into his skin.It seemed that he was not satisfied with Hongjun's slight score at this time, even if Hongjun's movements did not slow down in any way, Fu Zhenhong still punished Hongjun's Adam's apple with his hand, and even deliberately tightened it for a moment, so that the Lord of Heaven could focus all his attention on him.Hongjun's eyes couldn't help but half-close, and his face was finally dyed with a layer of heat, this emotional heat was raised from the temperature in his own body, and it was also from the intimate thorn that wrapped him.
Provoked.Wind and snow and moon, mountains and rivers in spring.Hongjun himself couldn't tell whether this monstrous pleasure came from his sealed demons or from himself.Or maybe it doesn't make that distinction.Because the demons are part of himself.Even if he has his own consciousness after a long time, it is always his inner demon and his Hongjun.From the moment he retrieved his inner demon for seven thousand years, he was no longer the master of the Absolutely Just Heavenly Dao, he had selfish intentions and selfish desires.The heart is planted.Buried deep in a layer of icy gray-black crust, it is calm, cold and gentle, airtight on the surface.However, the more the emotional flame is suppressed, the more blazing it becomes.When one day a crack suddenly cracks in this non-landless plane, then the hot magma will erupt from the high mountain, and the vibration will be vigorous.Fu Zhenhong's body was like a delicate boat floating on the vast sea, and under the storm, he was bumped and made up and down by the turbulent sea.And the black demon flowers around are like aquatic plants that are poured out by the waves under the boat, and as for the red and black snakes, they are hovering dragons in the water.In order to prevent himself from being completely swallowed by the deep and huge sea water, Fu Zhenhong could only grasp a support with his fingers, so his nails sank deep into Hongjun's hot and humid skin, and when the pink nail shell and Hongjun's fair skin should be lined together, it was like a layer of white snow on the branches of peach blossoms.In this dream, there is no change of day and night.There is no sunlight or stars either.The whole dream is based on a hazy white "color" as the background, which is lighter than the fragrance of birds and flowers in other people's dreams, but it is precisely because of this pure white "color" that does not stain dirt that the flowers, snakes, and people inside have become unique embellishments.Fu Zhenhong's identity in this world is a fox demon, whether it is physical strength or physical flexibility, "sex" is naturally not comparable to mortals, and Hongjun, as a supreme existence, is the strongest in almost every field, and all functions of the body also represent the strongest in this world.A demon, a god.None of them belong to human beings.And since it does not belong to human beings, there is no human weariness.The dream realm couldn't feel the passage of time, Fu Zhenhong's eyes were full of Hongjun's appearance, and he was obviously indifferent to his "sexuality" feeling.Fu Zhenhong was still blasphemy in the end.
Blasphemy of this heavenly way, blasphemy.
Desecrated the most powerful in the world.But Hongjun has a very strange contradiction, as if even if he is in a piece of mud, he can calmly hold the flowers with one hand and wipe the mud at his feet with the other.It seems that he has both light and darkness, and he always maintains the balance between light and shadow, so this handsome face is bent into two sides, one is good and the other is evil.This contradictory quality fused into him and became a unique attraction, and this attraction, at this moment, was magnified to the maximum, giving Fu Zhenhong double satisfaction.Again, relatively.Hongjun is also in Fu Zhenhong, which is the spring because of him."
Color" has been "chaotic" for thousands of years of peace and quiet, and it is restless.The minutes ticked by......
Because there is no day and night in this dream, there is no accumulation of days.In fact, Fu Zhenhong's dream is not an ordinary dream, because Hongjun's heart demon deliberately designed it, and because Fu Zhenhong deliberately let it go, it makes the time subtle difference from the real time in the outside world.Ten days in a dream corresponds to five days in the outside world.So by the time Fu Zhenhong slowly woke up from the dream, it had been five days since the night he was called to the dormitory by Di Xin.Five days is not too long, and it is not too short.After all, hundreds of hours are enough time for many things to happen."
Master, you're finally awake!"
The emerald kite's surprise voice sounded in Fu Zhenhong's ears.Fu Zhenhong turned her head sideways to look at the emerald kite standing beside the bed, and after her eyes stayed on her smiling face for a moment, she sat up and glanced around lazily.This environment was not something he said he was familiar with, obviously not the room that Di Xin sent someone to settle down in after he came to Chaoge Imperial City, nor was it the room in Di Xin's dormitory when he was asleep."
Master?"
Fu Zhenhong leaned against the head of the bed and gently repeated the salutation in a low voice."
Don't you like this title?"
Cui Kite cautiously glanced at Fu Zhenhong's red face, and after pausing for a few seconds, her eyes paused on Fu Zhenhong's body, and then she quickly moved away with a red face.Cui Kite hung her head, and her pious and respectful words were mixed with a hint of nervousness and shyness that could not be concealed: "The king said that in the current situation, it would be more appropriate to call you the master. ”