Outside the mansion, the snow was falling at night, and the only thing that was silent was the chirping of snow cicadas.

In the mansion building, the incense couch and jade pillow, the candle shadow cut out two figures in the bed curtain.

When An Hongdou inadvertently touched Luo Changfeng's hard spear, the city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally broke out with a trace of wildness.

His palms are wide and thick.

Downstream of the fragrant three thousand green silk in the red clothes, he crossed his waist, grabbed the two upturned petals, and then used a slight force, and the soft petals were deformed.

At this moment, An Hongdou's cheeks were unusually crimson, as if she had taken an aphrodisiac.

She felt ashamed and breathed like an orchid.

There were ripples in the eyes, but they were not tears. I wanted to struggle, but I found that under those restless palms, my whole body was soft and weak.

Like a lamb on a chopping board, it can only be slaughtered.

An Hongdou, whose heart was beating violently, had to knock his small fist weakly on Luo Changfeng's chest, and complained softly: "Scoundrel!

Luo Changfeng, who really experienced the softness of his palm for the first time, was also a little short of breathing, and he felt that the spear was hard at this time: "I'm a scoundrel, and I've drunk some wine, but I really don't use the strength of wine to get up, and I won't admit it after I wake up!"

An Hongdou's eyes were like silk: "If you dare not admit it, this master mother will clean you now." ”

As he spoke, the little fist he was holding let go of his hand, and it rushed down like a small snake on Luo Changfeng's chest, and then he boldly held the straight spear.

Although the lady of Fengxue Silver City has always been a heroine among women who does not let her eyebrows go, thinking that she can't be slaughtered by others, she has the courage to take the initiative at this time, and the bottom of her eyes is still unable to hide the shyness of that little woman.

His face was flushed and he was at a loss.

I immediately regretted it again.

Luo Changfeng's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned over violently, pressing the red clothes under him. Seeing that An Hongdou's eyes and cheeks were almost dripping, Luo Changfeng's index finger tapped the tip of the red shirt's nose, and the corners of his mouth hooked up and smiled: "Before being tortured, I will eat you first!"

Luo Changfeng grabbed the collar with both hands along the slender and smooth neck, and then tore it fiercely.

Maybe getting along for too long is easy to take as normal.

Wind and snow Yincheng have been together for ten years, and when An Hongdou's clothes were broken and unobstructed, Luo Changfeng knew that the goodness of the red clothes could not be described with any words.

It was a piece of mutton fat jade.

The fragrance is incomparable.

His hands swam as he swam inch, his sensitive body trembling slightly, and a small moan in his throat that no amount of restraint could help.

Luo Changfeng took off his robe and untied the bed curtains.

Buried in the suffocating chest.

......

Half an hour later, silence returned to the highest room in the mansion.

An Hongdou's face was flushed like a pink peach, and his little hand caressed Luo Changfeng's body, and after seeing a little difference, his eyes showed a little distress.

"Lotus Recipe ......"

She knew that Luo Changfeng had died more than ten years ago, if it weren't for the fact that the Wuxiang Dao Sect used the thirty-five petal lotus flower to reshape his body, there would probably not be such a character as Fengxue Yincheng in the world.

In the past ten years, An Hongdou has teased Luo Changfeng countless times, although he has not really smashed Huanglong, but he has also seen Luo Changfeng's jade-like tough physique.

And the person in front of him is obviously very different from half a year ago.

Luo Changfeng's body, which had been taken away from the thirty-five petals of lotus in his body, had once again undergone the tempering of the butcher's knife blood and evil qi, and there was a faint red light with a heavy demonic aura under his skin.

Luo Changfeng's eyes were empty, as if he remembered the scene of that day, and said, "I was taken away by my senior brother, when I was dying." ”

An Hongdou suddenly had a sour nose, and tears fell to the pillow.

She touched Luo Changfeng's heart and felt her heartbeat: "It must be very painful, right?"

It's more than just pain!

was thrown into the well by his senior brother, and Luo Changfeng almost collapsed and sank because of this.

He didn't want to continue on the topic, because after reshaping his mind and body, these things were not so important to him now.

He looked down at An Hongdou scattered on his arm by Qingsi, and said with a smile: "What about you, does it hurt?"

Luo Changfeng knew that he was inexperienced, so he was inevitably rude.

An red bean is also the first taste of the forbidden fruit, and the cracking pain is unbearable. More often than not, it's not pleasure, it's all tense limbs.

Hearing that Luo Changfeng changed the topic, she suddenly smiled provocatively.

This time, he took the initiative to climb onto Luo Changfeng's body, pressed the bed pillow with both hands, and stared at Luo Changfeng with a novel expression condescendingly and aggressively.

She lowered her body slightly, and the distance between the pair of playful white jade rabbits on her chest and Luo Changfeng's lips went up and down, near and far, boldly teasing him.

"What's the matter, our Lord of Wind and Snow Silver City is tired?"

"What kind of bastards!"

"Just talk bastard, what can you do to me?"

"Fight ......"

Luo Changfeng was about to fight, and An Hongdou jumped off the bed in fright.

walked to the table and lifted the small half jar of wine left, stared directly at Luo Changfeng who sat up on the bed, and then touched the mouth of the altar with red lips.

Where's drinking?

It's just a waste.

Watching the wine flow down his lips, over the white neck that swallowed the wine, over the flying peak, and then the graceful body became wet, Luo Changfeng's spear rose again.

He suddenly turned into a gust of wind, with the smell of wine, swept down from the bed and rushed to An Hongdou. Without mercy, he pressed it onto the table, and the spear stabbed it from behind.

Nearly an hour has passed.

The tireless two were sweating profusely, and there were even some signs of getting better.

"Tell me the truth, have you had someone else in the past six months?"

"There is indeed one person. ”

An Hongdou puffed her chest: "Who is it? Where is she? Dare to compare with the main mother?"

Luo Changfeng stared at the messy red fingerprints: "She's gone, I owe her a life!"

An Hongdou was slightly surprised.

Another burst of distress.

She hugged Luo Changfeng in her arms: "What a negative man!"

Luo Changfeng thought to himself, who said it wasn't?

First Xue'er, then Hongyi, and then Zhizi...... He is obviously the most dazzling Tianjiao in the world, and he is obviously not afraid of anyone with a butcher's knife in his hand! But in the face of these things, in front of Xue'er's martyrdom and Zhizi Huazhu, there is always no way, and he seems to be helpless and helpless, like a waste!

Fortunately, the senior brother gave him a sober lesson, and the prodigal son turned around and woke up in time.

If he is so ambitious that he can't see the people around him who have been with him for ten years, then he is really blind.

I have lost two people in this life.

Seeing that the troubled times were coming, he was afraid that in a casual glance, the red clothes would leave him again.

He couldn't imagine that.

In this life, we can only cherish and leave no regrets.

Like he said, don't dare to abandon the red coat again!

Luo Changfeng put his backhand around the water snake-like waist, the two of them were facing each other, and there was no more speech in the room, only gasping......

Luo Changfeng, the city lord of Wind and Snow Silver City, was drunk when he returned from Tiannan.

A drunken river and lake thirty springs.

The red coat is free from the dust.

(PS: I'm exhausted, and I'm very scared, I don't know if this chapter will be banned.) Before writing this, I actually thought about it for a long time, and felt that Luo Changfeng was indeed inferior to Xue'er and Zhizi in terms of emotional issues, and if he didn't know how to cherish An Hongdou, it would really be incorrigible. Combining with the red clothes, it can be regarded as a comfort to the abuse that has always been. Let's keep a low profile and don't make a noise, because Loulan is really worried about being banned...... ）