Listening to Ling Hu Chong's muttering in a low tone with his face buried behind his neck and shoulders, Fu Zhenhong lowered his eyes and looked at the man who was holding him against the trunk of the tree.Ling Hu Chong's short hair was a little thick and hard, and when the end of the hair rubbed against Fu Zhenhong's neck at this moment, it added a faint itch."
Oriental" Ling Hu Chong's deep voice seemed to contain countless complex emotions.His chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and the heat in his body that rose from the overly violent kiss was also transmitted to Fu Zhenhong's body through the fabric of his clothes.Fu Zhenhong could feel the hard and bulging muscles on his chest, and every clearly defined muscle with a clear texture revealed a kind of masculine masculinity and vigor.Fu Zhenhong stretched out his hand, and stroked Ling Hu Chong's hair with his palm, and his five fingers were inserted into the hair on the back of Ling Hu Chong's head, and the slender and white fingers formed a very strong contrast with Ling Hu Chong's ink-like black hair, and it also made his skin as white as frost and snow, delicate and smooth.Fu Zhenhong's movements made Ling Hu Chong, who originally buried his face in his neck and shoulders, raise his head, Ling Hu Chong's eyes had rising desire and blazing flames, his eyes stared directly at Fu Zhenhong, his lips moved, and he shouted Fu Zhenhong in a low voice again: "Dongfang" The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips hooked slightly, and put his forehead against Ling Hu Chong's forehead, Zhu Kou opened lightly, and said slowly word by word: "Have you found the answer?"
”His tone was light but full of a kind of demagogy, like a shark who specializes in seducing people's hearts: "Who do you want me to be?"
”Ling Hu Chong did not answer immediately, but raised his hand, held Fu Zhenhong's other hand, and then clasped his five fingers tightly and pressed Fu Zhenhong's hand against the trunk with his palm.Looking at the man's beautiful face, Ling Hu Chong's snort was full of the faint fragrance emanating from the other party, he pursed his lips, and then in the next second, he put his lips on Fu Zhenhong's lips.didn't go deeper, Ling Hu Chong just put his lips on Fu Zhenhong's lips, there was a faint dark color in his eyes, and he said slowly with his lips close to each other: "Maybe I hope you are the lover who can be chic with me." ”After finishing speaking, he bit Fu Zhenhong's lip with his teeth in retaliation, and asked in a low voice, "Are you satisfied with such an answer?"
”In the end, he didn't wait for Fu Zhenhong to answer, and continued: "The mountains and rivers of the Qingdu will always go, and there will be enough wine in the floating life, Dongfang, I will never want to be your enemy" After Ling Hu Chong's words fell, the hand that held down Fu Zhenhong's palm moved all the way along Fu Zhenhong's wrist, slowly went up against Fu Zhenhong's arm, and finally slid over his shoulder and stopped at Fu Zhenhong's chin.He pinched Fu Zhenhong's chin with his hand, and his lips rubbed the corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips, at this moment, it seemed that Ling Hu Chong was no longer the hero who was praised by many people in the younger generation, but just an ordinary knight attracted by Fu Zhenhong.He no longer represents the Huashan faction in the Five Mountains, he only represents him Ling Hu Chong himself.The senior brother of the Huashan Sect can't get together with the Sun Moon Divine Sect, but Ling Hu Chong can.Ling Hu Chong is uninhibited in his bones, he has a free and heroic soul, he understands that his deep emotions are derived from liking, so he is unwilling to let go of this man who stirred his heart trembling at this moment.The lips of the two rubbed together, and the ears and temples were as close as grinding.Ling Hu Chong's breathing was heavy and scorching, lingering in the narrow air between the two, and the slight gasping made the atmosphere even more restrained and charming.His hand pinching Fu Zhenhong's chin loosened, because he was afraid that the wine jug hanging on his waist would hit Fu Zhenhong, he ripped off the wine jug and wanted to throw the wine jug down temporarily, but was stopped by Fu Zhenhong.Fu Zhenhong took the wine jug from Ling Hu Chong's hand, and pressed his thumb against the wine stopper on it with one hand, and suddenly, a mellow aroma of wine slowly wafted out from the wine jug.The tip of Ling Hu Chong's nose sniffed lightly.Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong hooked her lips and smiled, and then under Ling Hu Chong's somewhat puzzled gaze, she picked the tail of her eyes, raised her head and took a sip.And this mouthful, he didn't swallow it directly, but in the next second, his fingertips slightly provoked Ling Hu Chong's chin, mouth to mouth, and sent the wine in his mouth into Ling Hu Chong's mouth little by little.The mellow liquor poured into Ling Hu Chong's throat, obviously it was just a sip, but it made Ling Hu Chong feel a slightly drunk.The wine flowing through his throat was sweet and evocative, and some of it was burned, which stimulated Ling Hu Chong's taste buds and stimulated Ling Hu Chong's nerves even more, making Ling Hu Chong's whole person seem to be hot because of this.He loves good wine, and prefers the beauty that slowly puts it into his mouth.It's not about gender, it's not about identity."
Is it good?"
Ling Hu Chong's ears sounded this voice, is it delicious?
Naturally, it was delicious, so good that he wanted to do even crazier things to this person now.In fact, Ling Hu Chong did just that.His hands came to Fu Zhenhong's waist, and with a force, Fu Zhenhong's whole person was slightly lifted into the air, he raised his knees and bent up slightly, holding Fu Zhenhong's legs and letting Fu Zhenhong wrap around him, with his waist as support.The light yellow coat on Fu Zhenhong's body slipped off half of his shoulders due to Ling Hu Chong's movements, revealing the gorgeous red undershirt.He casually put his hand on Ling Hu Chong's shoulders and pressed it together with Ling Hu Chong's lips that had come up again.This time, Ling Hu Chong's kiss was even more fierce than before, and the two seemed to be unwilling to admit defeat to each other, wantonly entangled.The flask slipped from Fu Zhenhong's hand, and the moment it fell to the ground, part of the wine also flowed out of it, flowing through Fu Zhenhong's fingers, and then sliding into the sleeve, wetting Fu Zhenhong's wrist.The aroma of wine is overflowing, and it is trance-like and drunk.However, just as the atmosphere became more and more uncontrollable, an extremely subtle movement disturbed the two who were kissing passionately.Fu Zhenhong's eyes froze, and after exchanging a look with Ling Hu Chong, while Ling Hu Chong retreated, Fu Zhenhong's fingertips moved slightly, using the falling bamboo leaves as a sharp blade.As soon as the air flow moved, a thin bamboo leaf turned into a weapon sharper than a throwing knife, and shot straight at the place on the oblique side that made a slight noise.Fu Zhenhong stood up straight, casually tidied up his half-slipped coat, and then habitually stroked the red hairband hanging from his hat before turning his gaze to the oblique side.Ling Hu Chong also looked at the oblique side, his face was a little cold, after all, anyone who was suddenly interrupted in that situation would be a little unhappy."
Who is Your Excellency, since you are here, why do you hide in the shadows and peep and do all that hidden thing?"
After Ling Hu Chong finished saying this, what responded to Ling Hu Chong was a pleasant and low male voice, "Shanzai" This voice is clear and quiet, revealing a kind of gentleness unique to Buddhism.This voice was no stranger to Hu Chong, and no one else he knew who could speak like this would use such a tone and tone other than Qing Shi, who might have been his opponent at the martial arts conference.Sure enough, in the next second, a monk dressed in white walked out from behind a tree on the left.He walked slowly, but with a steady gait, one hand folded in front of his chest, and the other hand tucked between the tips of his index and middle fingers a delicate bamboo leaf.It was the leaf that Fu Zhenhong still went out towards him.Qing Jing first glanced at Fu Zhenhong, and his gaze stayed on Fu Zhenhong's lips that were a little red and swollen from being kissed for two seconds before turning his gaze to Ling Hu Chong."
The poor monk is not voyeuristic, nor does he intend to disturb the two."
His face was calm, his eyebrows were always soft and calm, and there was no embarrassment at all when he looked in the dark and was discovered by the parties.Hearing this, Ling Hu Chong couldn't help but look at this master of silence twice, in a way, Ling Hu Chong's mind is extremely delicate and keen, even if this Qing Chong is very calm and frank at the moment, but Ling Hu Chong always feels that the other party has a sense of disobedience.This sense of disobedience is not strong, but it does make Ling Hu Chong feel a contradiction.Ling Hu Chong felt that when the other party said this to him, there was a faint subtle coldness flowing out.Ling Hu Chong thinks that he has no holiday with Shaolin, and he has no grievances, where does the faint hostile coldness of the other party come from?
Thinking like this, Ling Hu was stunned, and then looked at Fu Zhenhong on the side thoughtfully.Is it because of the East?
Thinking of this, Ling Hu Chong's brows furrowed, and he subconsciously moved his steps to block Fu Zhenhong behind him.Sure enough, after Ling Hu Chong finished this move, Qing Lone's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes, but these were not obvious, if Ling Hu Chong hadn't looked carefully, he was afraid that he would have missed the fleeting emotion in Qing Lone's eyes.Fu Zhenhong glanced at Ling Hu Chong, who was blocking himself behind him, Ling Hu Chong was tall, with a straight back, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which was a back that was easy to make people feel safe.However, Fu Zhenhong is not a weak person who needs to be protected, on the contrary, as the undefeated Dongfang of the Sun and Moon God Sect, he who has cultivated a complete Sunflower Treasure Book, even if the current Ling Hu Chong and Qing Silence join forces, he is not his opponent.He doesn't need to be protected because he's strong enough.Fu Zhenhong glanced at the wine jug that fell under the tree, walked over and picked up the wine jug on the ground, and then after plugging the mouth of the bottle with a wine stopper, he threw the wine jug to Ling Hu Chong, who had shifted his attention to him since his footsteps.Ling Hu Chong raised his hand and caught the wine jug that Fu Zhenhong threw over.He looked at the wine jug in his hand, and then at Fu Zhenhong on the side, and quickly understood Fu Zhenhong's next plan: "Are you leaving?"
”He asked, a slight sense of loss in his tone.Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong nodded his head, but did not explain too much, but the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, leaving a sentence: "Linghu Gongzi, don't leave it here." ”After the words fell, he turned around, ran lightly, and disappeared in place.Ling Hu Chong looked at Fu Zhenhong's back as he left, his thin lips were closed into a straight line, today he said goodbye to Dongfang, and when he said goodbye, he didn't know what it would be like.And Qinglu, who had not been glanced at by Fu Zhenhong from beginning to end, opened his hand lightly, and let the tender bamboo leaves on his fingertips fall.The leaf was light and fluttering, as if it had no weight, unnoticed, so light that it had no weight.And whether it is Ling Hu Chong or Qing Lonely, for Fu Zhenhong, who has already left, he doesn't care what these two people think in their hearts.The cuckoo birds in the bamboo forest were still chirping, and Fu Zhenhong flew forward for a while with light skills, and then stopped."
Come out."
Fu Zhenhong said.
——————I'm sorry, because I didn't pay attention when copying, and I pasted the content repeatedly, and it will be replaced tomorrow!
———— listening to Ling Hu Chong's muttering in a low tone with his face buried behind his neck and shoulders, Fu Zhenhong lowered his eyes and looked at the man who was holding him against the trunk of the tree.Ling Hu Chong's short hair was a little thick and hard, and when the end of the hair rubbed against Fu Zhenhong's neck at this moment, it added a faint itch."
Oriental" Ling Hu Chong's deep voice seemed to contain countless complex emotions.His chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and the heat in his body that rose from the overly violent kiss was also transmitted to Fu Zhenhong's body through the fabric of his clothes.Fu Zhenhong could feel the hard and bulging muscles on his chest, and every clearly defined muscle with a clear texture revealed a kind of masculine masculinity and vigor.Fu Zhenhong stretched out his hand, and stroked Ling Hu Chong's hair with his palm, and his five fingers were inserted into the hair on the back of Ling Hu Chong's head, and the slender and white fingers formed a very strong contrast with Ling Hu Chong's ink-like black hair, and it also made his skin as white as frost and snow, delicate and smooth.Fu Zhenhong's movements made Ling Hu Chong, who originally buried his face in his neck and shoulders, raise his head, Ling Hu Chong's eyes had rising desire and blazing flames, his eyes stared directly at Fu Zhenhong, his lips moved, and he shouted Fu Zhenhong in a low voice again: "Dongfang" The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips hooked slightly, and put his forehead against Ling Hu Chong's forehead, Zhu Kou opened lightly, and said slowly word by word: "Have you found the answer?"
”His tone was light but full of a kind of demagogy, like a shark who specializes in seducing people's hearts: "Who do you want me to be?"
”Ling Hu Chong did not answer immediately, but raised his hand, held Fu Zhenhong's other hand, and then clasped his five fingers tightly and pressed Fu Zhenhong's hand against the trunk with his palm.Looking at the man's beautiful face, Ling Hu Chong's snort was full of the faint fragrance emanating from the other party, he pursed his lips, and then in the next second, he put his lips on Fu Zhenhong's lips.didn't go deeper, Ling Hu Chong just put his lips on Fu Zhenhong's lips, there was a faint dark color in his eyes, and he said slowly with his lips close to each other: "Maybe I hope you are the lover who can be chic with me." ”After finishing speaking, he bit Fu Zhenhong's lip with his teeth in retaliation, and asked in a low voice, "Are you satisfied with such an answer?"
”In the end, he didn't wait for Fu Zhenhong to answer, and continued: "The mountains and rivers of the Qingdu will always go, and there will be enough wine in the floating life, Dongfang, I will never want to be your enemy" After Ling Hu Chong's words fell, the hand that held down Fu Zhenhong's palm moved all the way along Fu Zhenhong's wrist, slowly went up against Fu Zhenhong's arm, and finally slid over his shoulder and stopped at Fu Zhenhong's chin.He pinched Fu Zhenhong's chin with his hand, and his lips rubbed the corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips, at this moment, it seemed that Ling Hu Chong was no longer the hero who was praised by many people in the younger generation, but just an ordinary knight attracted by Fu Zhenhong.He no longer represents the Huashan faction in the Five Mountains, he only represents him Ling Hu Chong himself.The senior brother of the Huashan Sect can't get together with the Sun Moon Divine Sect, but Ling Hu Chong can.Ling Hu Chong is uninhibited in his bones, he has a free and heroic soul, he understands that his deep emotions are derived from liking, so he is unwilling to let go of this man who stirred his heart trembling at this moment.The lips of the two rubbed together, and the ears and temples were as close as grinding.Ling Hu Chong's breathing was heavy and scorching, lingering in the narrow air between the two, and the slight gasping made the atmosphere even more restrained and charming.His hand pinching Fu Zhenhong's chin loosened, because he was afraid that the wine jug hanging on his waist would hit Fu Zhenhong, he ripped off the wine jug and wanted to throw the wine jug down temporarily, but was stopped by Fu Zhenhong.Fu Zhenhong took the wine jug from Ling Hu Chong's hand, and pressed his thumb against the wine stopper on it with one hand, and suddenly, a mellow aroma of wine slowly wafted out from the wine jug.The tip of Ling Hu Chong's nose sniffed lightly.Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong hooked her lips and smiled, and then under Ling Hu Chong's somewhat puzzled gaze, she picked the tail of her eyes, raised her head and took a sip.And this mouthful, he didn't swallow it directly, but in the next second, his fingertips slightly provoked Ling Hu Chong's chin, mouth to mouth, and sent the wine in his mouth into Ling Hu Chong's mouth little by little.The mellow liquor poured into Ling Hu Chong's throat, obviously it was just a sip, but it made Ling Hu Chong feel a slightly drunk.The wine flowing through his throat was sweet and evocative, and some of it was burned, which stimulated Ling Hu Chong's taste buds and stimulated Ling Hu Chong's nerves even more, making Ling Hu Chong's whole person seem to be hot because of this.He loves good wine, and prefers the beauty that slowly puts it into his mouth.It's not about gender, it's not about identity."
Is it good?"
Ling Hu Chong's ears sounded this voice, is it delicious?
Naturally, it was delicious, so good that he wanted to do even crazier things to this person now.In fact, Ling Hu Chong did just that.His hands came to Fu Zhenhong's waist, and with a force, Fu Zhenhong's whole person was slightly lifted into the air, he raised his knees and bent up slightly, holding Fu Zhenhong's legs and letting Fu Zhenhong wrap around him, with his waist as support.The light yellow coat on Fu Zhenhong's body slipped off half of his shoulders due to Ling Hu Chong's movements, revealing the gorgeous red undershirt.He casually put his hand on Ling Hu Chong's shoulders and pressed it together with Ling Hu Chong's lips that had come up again.This time, Ling Hu Chong's kiss was even more fierce than before, and the two seemed to be unwilling to admit defeat to each other, wantonly entangled.The flask slipped from Fu Zhenhong's hand, and the moment it fell to the ground, part of the wine also flowed out of it, flowing through Fu Zhenhong's fingers, and then sliding into the sleeve, wetting Fu Zhenhong's wrist.The aroma of wine is overflowing, and it is trance-like and drunk.However, just as the atmosphere became more and more uncontrollable, an extremely subtle movement disturbed the two who were kissing passionately.Fu Zhenhong's eyes froze, and after exchanging a look with Ling Hu Chong, while Ling Hu Chong retreated, Fu Zhenhong's fingertips moved slightly, using the falling bamboo leaves as a sharp blade.As soon as the air flow moved, a thin bamboo leaf turned into a weapon sharper than a throwing knife, and shot straight at the place on the oblique side that made a slight noise.Fu Zhenhong stood up straight, casually tidied up his half-slipped coat, and then habitually stroked the red hairband hanging from his hat before turning his gaze to the oblique side.Ling Hu Chong also looked at the oblique side, his face was a little cold, after all, anyone who was suddenly interrupted in that situation would be a little unhappy."
Who is Your Excellency, since you are here, why do you hide in the shadows and peep and do all that hidden thing?"
After Ling Hu Chong finished saying this, what responded to Ling Hu Chong was a pleasant and low male voice, "Shanzai" This voice is clear and quiet, revealing a kind of gentleness unique to Buddhism.This voice was no stranger to Hu Chong, and no one else he knew who could speak like this would use such a tone and tone other than Qing Shi, who might have been his opponent at the martial arts conference.Sure enough, in the next second, a monk dressed in white walked out from behind a tree on the left.He walked slowly, but with a steady gait, one hand folded in front of his chest, and the other hand tucked between the tips of his index and middle fingers a delicate bamboo leaf.It was the leaf that Fu Zhenhong still went out towards him.Qing Jing first glanced at Fu Zhenhong, and his gaze stayed on Fu Zhenhong's lips that were a little red and swollen from being kissed for two seconds before turning his gaze to Ling Hu Chong."
The poor monk is not voyeuristic, nor does he intend to disturb the two."
His face was calm, his eyebrows were always soft and calm, and there was no embarrassment at all when he looked in the dark and was discovered by the parties.Hearing this, Ling Hu Chong couldn't help but look at this master of silence twice, in a way, Ling Hu Chong's mind is extremely delicate and keen, even if this Qing Chong is very calm and frank at the moment, but Ling Hu Chong always feels that the other party has a sense of disobedience.This sense of disobedience is not strong, but it does make Ling Hu Chong feel a contradiction.Ling Hu Chong felt that when the other party said this to him, there was a faint subtle coldness flowing out.Ling Hu Chong thinks that he has no holiday with Shaolin, and he has no grievances, where does the faint hostile coldness of the other party come from?
Thinking like this, Ling Hu was stunned, and then looked at Fu Zhenhong on the side thoughtfully.Is it because of the East?
Thinking of this, Ling Hu Chong's brows furrowed, and he subconsciously moved his steps to block Fu Zhenhong behind him.Sure enough, after Ling Hu Chong finished this move, Qing Lone's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes, but these were not obvious, if Ling Hu Chong hadn't looked carefully, he was afraid that he would have missed the fleeting emotion in Qing Lone's eyes.Fu Zhenhong glanced at Ling Hu Chong, who was blocking himself behind him, Ling Hu Chong was tall, with a straight back, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which was a back that was easy to make people feel safe.However, Fu Zhenhong is not a weak person who needs to be protected, on the contrary, as the undefeated Dongfang of the Sun and Moon God Sect, he who has cultivated a complete Sunflower Treasure Book, even if the current Ling Hu Chong and Qing Silence join forces, he is not his opponent.He doesn't need to be protected because he's strong enough.Fu Zhenhong glanced at the wine jug that fell under the tree, walked over and picked up the wine jug on the ground, and then after plugging the mouth of the bottle with a wine stopper, he threw the wine jug to Ling Hu Chong, who had shifted his attention to him since his footsteps.Ling Hu Chong raised his hand and caught the wine jug that Fu Zhenhong threw over.He looked at the wine jug in his hand, and then at Fu Zhenhong on the side, and quickly understood Fu Zhenhong's next plan: "Are you leaving?"
”He asked, a slight sense of loss in his tone.Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong nodded his head, but did not explain too much, but the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, leaving a sentence: "Linghu Gongzi, don't leave it here." ”After the words fell, he turned around, ran lightly, and disappeared in place.Ling Hu Chong looked at Fu Zhenhong's back as he left, his thin lips were closed into a straight line, today he said goodbye to Dongfang, and when he said goodbye, he didn't know what it would be like.And Qinglu, who had not been glanced at by Fu Zhenhong from beginning to end, opened his hand lightly, and let the tender bamboo leaves on his fingertips fall.The leaf was light and fluttering, as if it had no weight, unnoticed, so light that it had no weight.And whether it is Ling Hu Chong or Qing Lonely, for Fu Zhenhong, who has already left, he doesn't care what these two people think in their hearts.The cuckoo birds in the bamboo forest were still chirping, and Fu Zhenhong flew forward for a while with light skills, and then stopped."
Come out."
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