In the curtain hole on the orangutan beach, the atmosphere is ambiguous.And in the infirmary of the Sun Moon God Sect, the injured Yang Yi was lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep no matter what.He thought about his strange journey, and thought about the various things he had done in the past few days after becoming Yang Lianting.In the original plot of Xiaoao Jianghu, Yang Lianting was the person that Dongfang Undefeated liked, and even in the later stage, Dongfang Undefeated was happy because of Yang Lianting, and worried about Yang Lianting.Yang Lianting and Dongfang Undefeated are two people who are tied together on the emotional line.But Yang Yi knew that he was not the original Yang Lianting, and the Dongfang Undefeated he knew was even more difficult to figure out than the Dongfang Undefeated in the original book.Yang Yi glanced at the sky outside the window, the floating clouds covered part of the moonlight, the moonlight was very heavy, and the time was gradually entering the middle of the night.At this time, Dongfang Undefeated should be with the man who was suspected of being Ling Hu Chong, and Yang Yi heard the conversation between the two outside the room during the day, and not only that, but the sound of the kiss was also transmitted to his eardrums.Although Yang Yi was not irritated by this, his emotions were still slightly affected.He thought that this sword blocking could bring his relationship with Dongfang Undefeated a little closer, but he didn't expect that although the distance was closer than before, a third person was inserted halfway.Moreover, Yang Yi could feel that Dongfang Undefeated cared far more about that person than he did.Thinking of this, Yang Yi raised his hand and touched the wound on his chest, and through the bandaged white medical cloth, he could also feel the hand at the wound.Dongfang Undefeated Yang Yi silently read the name in his heart, and the emotion in his eyes was obscure.On the other side at the same time, only Fu Zhenhong and Ling Huchong were in the space.Ling Hu Chong's throat was extremely thirsty, and the heat wrapped in his palm made the temperature on his body gradually rise to the highest.His other hand rubbed Fu Zhenhong's reddish lips, and his eyes became darker and darker.Fu Zhenhong's long eyelashes moved slightly, put his hands on Ling Hu Chong's shoulders, leaned down, and took the initiative to kiss them, swallowing the low hum caused by the instinctive reaction of his body to Ling Hu Chong's movements into each other's breath.didn't hear the voice of the person he liked because of him, so Ling Hu Chong naturally wouldn't just let it go.His hand slowly moved from Fu Zhenhong's lips to the back of Fu Zhenhong's head, and his wide palm ran down Fu Zhenhong's scattered black hair, as if he was smoothing Fu Zhenhong's hair, and as if he was tracing the lines of Fu Zhenhong's body.In the end, Ling Hu Chong's hand stopped at the slightly sunken bone shape and butterfly-like delicate bone under Fu Zhenhong's back, and then pressed it lightly.Fu Zhenhong's body trembled slightly, for the sake of Ling Hu Chong's hand under his spine, and even more for Ling Hu Chong's accelerated force in the hem of his clothes and the light scraping of his fingertips.Ling Hu Chong smiled, "Dongfang I like the way you are now" Ling Hu Chong's voice was extremely low, and in fact, he was about to reach the limit of patience.Linghu Chong himself also felt uncomfortable and swollen.And everything next was logical, at the moment when Ling Hu Chong helped Fu Zhenhong to press down, the two kissed together, so that the voice was hidden in the kiss of lips and teeth.In April, when the rain falls, the night breeze is cool and gentle, and the stars in the sky are bright and shining.The bright moonlight shone into this curtain hole, and the fireflies in the air flew and brought a dreamy light.Fu Zhenhong's shadow overlapped and merged in this quiet and quiet moonlight, in the refraction of light and darkness, Fu Zhenhong's body was also floating slightly under Ling Hu Chong's movements.Ling Hu Chong's black hair hanging down in front of his forehead was wet with thin sweat, and his pupils as amber were printed with Fu Zhenhong's appearance at the moment, as if fascinated, and there was an incomparably hot light in his eyes."
Dongfang Dongfang" Ling Hu Chong shouted Fu Zhenhong's name over and over again, each time, his voice became lower and lower, deeper and more hoarse, as if the voice was changing with the enthusiasm he entered.Looking at the man who was close at a distance, Ling Hu Chong only felt that his full affection was almost overflowing, and he couldn't help but think of his first encounter with Dongfang in the lake.Perhaps at that time, when he saw a beautiful woman dressed in red turning her head from the water, he was already moved.Ling Hu Chong didn't believe in love at first sight, because he always thought that it was just an instinctive coveting of beauty, and it couldn't be regarded as liking.But when he really faced the East, he realized that when a person is extremely beautiful, no one can escape the spontaneous admiration in his heart.Dongfang's body attracts him everywhere.Whether it is the careless laziness, or the domineering of the martial arts, or the charm and gentleness that are inadvertently revealed.All these things are integrated into the Orient and become the unique charm of the Orient.It left a strong mark on his heart.He loves the East and wants to have him.This comes from a kind of male possessiveness.So at this moment, even if Ling Hu Chong wanted to restrain himself, his body's reaction could not deceive people, his hands hugged the man in front of him tightly, and his chin was on the other party's shoulder, and his speed instinctively accelerated at this moment.When he seemed to hurt Dongfang, Ling Hu Chong felt a pain in his cheek.It was Fu Zhenhong's hand that slashed at Ling Hu Chong's cheek, cutting his epidermis.A trail of blood spilled from Ling Hu Chong's cheek.However, this faint smell of blood did not make Ling Hu Chong's attack somewhat restrained, but it was like the thrill-seeking nerve in a man's bones was suddenly stimulated, making Ling Hu Chong's attack even more fierce, as if it was a contest.Obviously, Ling Hu Chong wanted to hear a different low sound from Fu Zhenhong's lips.Fu Zhenhong frowned, and slapped Ling Hu Chong in the face, Fu Zhenhong didn't use much force, so after the fight, it didn't cause any substantial damage to Ling Hu Chong.But Fu Zhenhong was not a defenseless and weak person in the end, so he still left a red mark on Ling Hu Chong's face.Fu Zhenhong himself is arrogant, coupled with his current identity, the head sect leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, Dongfang is undefeated, and he is proud, so he naturally does not allow himself to be manipulated at will.And Ling Hu Chong is not a rule-abiding master, he has a kind of uninhibited freedom in his nature, aside from the identity of the senior brother of the Huashan faction, Ling Hu Chong's character is more of a casual and free and easy.So Ling Hu Chong grabbed Fu Zhenhong's hand that cut his cheek with his nails, and then put it to his mouth, biting the fingertips that were as round as jade.As if he was aspiring to Fu Zhenhong's actions, with a bit of punitiveness, Ling Hu Chong deliberately bit lightly with his teeth, and at the same time, his offensive speed did not decrease at all.Fu Zhenhong narrowed her eyes, and submerged her fingers into Ling Hu Chong's mouth, and then stirred it.Both of them are so unwilling to be outdone, wanting to regain sovereignty from each other.The night outside the curtain cave gradually sank, and finally the only silver moonlight was hidden in the night.However, although Xinghe was hidden, Fu Zhenhong and Ling Hu Chong in the curtain cave did not stop because of this.The night seemed to be very long, and the two people in the curtain cave hugged each other intimately.This night seemed to be very short, so short that before Ling Hu Chong had made a heart-to-heart with Fu Zhenhong, the sky was already white.When the first rays of sunlight shone into the curtain cave in the early morning, Fu Zhenhong opened his eyes, and Ling Hu Chong was lying next to Fu Zhenhong, still asleep.Fu Zhenhong glanced at Ling Hu Chong lightly, and then sat up.At this time, Ling Hu Chong also woke up from his sleep, he looked at Fu Zhenhong, who was sorting out the clothes that had slipped, and sat up with him.Because of last night's incident, both of them inevitably had some injuries on their bodies, causing Hu Chong to have scratches of different shades on his back and chest, and Fu Zhenhong's neck and collarbone also left a lot of ambiguous traces.The physique of a person who practices martial arts is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and the degree of healing of wounds is also very large.But after last night, Ling Hu Chong didn't use his internal force to breathe, and now he doesn't plan to use it when he wakes up.It is precisely because of this that on the left side of his cheek, there is still a scar that was cut by Fu Zhenhong's nails.However, this scar did not affect Ling Hu Chong's handsomeness, but added a kind of unruly undiscipline and rebelliousness.In the middle of the night, the obscene smell in the curtain cave had long since dissipated, and the fragrance of flowers was blown in by the wind.Ling Hu Chong stood up and tidied up his somewhat messy clothes, then picked up the wine jug on the ground that he and Fu Zhenhong had drunk to only a third of it, and hung it on his waist again.After doing this, Ling Hu Chong walked up to Fu Zhenhong and stretched out his hand to Fu Zhenhong.Looking at Ling Hu Chong's outstretched palm, Fu Zhenhong did not put his hand up, but stood up directly and said, "It's time to go." ”Ling Hu Chong nodded, and then as if he suddenly thought of something, he withdrew his hand and said to Fu Zhenhong: "Dongfang, wait for me." ”After the words fell, Linghu Chong walked to a corner of the curtain hole, turned out a wooden box, and then took out the contents of the wooden box and began to put on his face.Fu Zhenhong looked at this scene and raised her eyebrows.A few minutes later, Ling Hu Chong turned sideways, and his face changed to the appearance of the Zisha Hall Jia Liu that Fu Zhenhong had seen at the birthday conference.Looking at Linghu Chong's posture, it is obvious that he still plans to stay in Heimu Cliff as a sixth person.Fu Zhenhong wanted to laugh a little, and said meaninglessly: "I want to extract some information from Zuo Tianyi's mouth, this purpose should have been achieved, right?"
”Although it was a questioning statement, Fu Zhenhong's tone was affirmative.Ling Hu Chong was a little surprised when he heard this, obviously he didn't expect Fu Zhenhong to suddenly say this.Fu Zhenhong said lightly: "The person who disguised with you must not have been idle last night." ”Ling Hu Chong was silent, indeed, he and Tian Boguang agreed, he was responsible for leading the east away, and the rest was handed over to Tian Boguang, who had excellent light skills."
However, I still want to stay with you."
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