Zhuo Junchen stood outside the door for a long time, and there was originally a faint light in the room, but then the darkness went out. [Full text reading. The northern realm is full of wind and snow, even if there is a moonlit clear night, it is colder than on the Shenque Continent, Zhuo Junchen's current spiritual power cultivation has been perfected, but he can't help but feel chills all over his body, as if it is a chill born from the bottom of his heart.

Kill him?

This idea has been lingering in his heart for a long time, and he has been turning it over and over again until now, but he has never made up his mind. He was sure that he hated Shen Hanfeng, and it was precisely because of his extreme hatred that the heart demon flower on his body instantly bloomed and shattered, and the huge demonic qi became his foundation today.

But he still didn't want to kill him. The person he wants to deceive the most is himself, but he can't deceive himself the most, and this kind of recognition makes him feel deeper resentment in his heart, endless.

Scarlet eyes stared at the closed door, and after a long time, Zhuo Junchen whispered like a sigh: "No matter what, you will fall into my hands after all." Whoever it is, don't try to snatch you away again.

Just as he turned to leave, there was a sudden sound of something breaking from inside the door. Zhuo Junchen's eyebrows furrowed, and he stretched out his hand to push the door open.

After the door was opened, the cold air gushing out of the door should have been warm in the palace, but the air was a little more kind than the ice and snow outside. With thin lips pursed, Zhuo Junchen stepped in, and the flying black corners of his clothes seemed to be condensed in the air. The tension in his footsteps was so rapid that he didn't even notice it, and when his eyes fell on the bed, Zhuo Junchen couldn't help but stagnate. In the dark, Zhuo Junchen could see that Shen Hanfeng's whole body was curled up together, he didn't tie his hair, his messy white hair was scattered, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

He was trembling, even if there was no light, Zhuo Junchen could see his subtle tremor at this time. In the silent darkness, Shen Hanfeng's breathing was very rapid and slightly depressed. Not far from the bed, a vase that had fallen to the ground shattered, and the water that splashed out of it was the same as the rest of the house, and had long been frozen into ice by the cold air of Sensen.

"Gululu-" There was a slight rolling sound fading away, Zhuo Junchen lowered his head slightly, and a porcelain vase was blown by the wind he brought in when he pushed the door in, rolling past the window edge from his feet.

This palace is not big, although Zhuo Junchen did not say it explicitly, but after all, it is necessary to monitor Shen Hanfeng, and a palace that is too empty is not suitable. The vase rolled to a foot or so near the edge of the bed and stopped—the snow outside the door couldn't blow inside.

The man who had been curled up on the bed moved, and his pale and thin hand reached out, but the place where the porcelain vase had stopped was tricky, and his hand was already trembling more and more obviously. Such a weak and pale appearance really doesn't look like the commanding "Sword Shadow Burning Sky".

Zhuo Junchen's sleeves moved slightly, and he closed the door, the wind and snow outside could no longer invade, but the room was still cold. He approached Shen Hanfeng step by step, feeling his already out-of-control ice attribute spiritual power spreading throughout the palace.

Easily picking up the porcelain vase, Shen Hanfeng's body trembled, withdrew his hand and gasped for breath before he said unhurriedly: "Give me the porcelain vase." His steady voice sounded completely out of line with his current situation.

The porcelain vase turned a few times around his fingertips, Zhuo Junchen hooked his lips, and said in a low voice: "Give it back to you?" It's up to you. ”

Shen Hanfeng didn't say anything anymore, he only propped himself up from the bed, his back straightened again, and he stared at Zhuo Junchen without the slightest warmth in his eyes, but his current condition was very bad, and his eyes looked a little drowsy. The face obscured by his white hair was re-revealed due to his change of posture, and the strange silver-white totem between his eyebrows against the pale complexion looked extremely mysterious, and the whole face was completely bloodless.

After turning the porcelain vase, Zhuo Junchen pretended to withdraw his hand unintentionally, and the smile on his face was sarcastic: "Shen Xianjun is feeling unwilling?" In fact, it's not that I can't give you the porcelain vase......" Seeing Shen Hanfeng's eyes move, Zhuo Junchen's smile became even more ridiculous, "As long as Shen Xianjun begs me, I can give you anything." His voice was unconsciously a little hoarse, but it seemed more tempting, and Zhuo Junchen had a bit of secret expectations in his heart, and he couldn't tell where his expectations came from.

His eyes dimmed a little, Shen Hanfeng laughed silently, but Zhuo Junchen saw it very clearly in the dark, this smile was a little mocking and helpless, and he seemed to be born with a bit of arrogance. The pride and indifference that used to be wrapped in cold are now particularly stark and piercing after the disguise is removed.

This smile made Zhuo Junchen impatient, and there was a sense of anger in his heart, but in an instant, he had already come to Shen Hanfeng, clasped his five fingers on Shen Hanfeng's neck, and said angrily: "What are you laughing at?" The five fingers were attached to the fragile position, and the skin under the hand was touched before people realized that it was extremely hot, which made Zhuo Junchen feel refreshed.

How good it would be if this man's heart was not as harsh as his spiritual power, but as hot as his body temperature.

It's a pity that it backfired, Shen Hanfeng pulled away his hand without the slightest fear, and the words that came out of his lips were cold: "I won't beg you." Then he half-supported himself, staggering against the corner of the bed, his forehead slightly against the bedpost that had been covered with a layer of ice, Shen Hanfeng closed his eyes and didn't want to look at him.

Zhuo Junchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his red eyes darkened a little.

An elixir that exuded a mild aroma pressed against Shen Hanfeng's pale lips, and was rubbed and pressed by slender fingertips, as if teasing. The pressure of the fingertips increased slightly, and with irreversible force, he stuffed the pill into Shen Hanfeng's mouth, but Shen Hanfeng didn't resist, as soon as his teeth were loosened, the pill was taken in, but it was stuffed in with the pill, as well as Zhuo Junchen's fingers.

The thumb pressed on the hot lip flap, rubbing back and forth, as if greedy for the softness of the lip flap, and the lips that had lost their blood color also became red under this trick. The index finger and middle finger in the mouth are roaming freely in the mouth, from the sensitive upper jaw to the flat between the teeth, and then into the base of the tongue, pressing the soft and warm place.

The eyelashes moved slightly, and Shen Hanfeng closed his eyes as if he was impatient to deal with him, but now he opened them again. The chaos in his eyes was dispelled for a moment, and because he was teased and played with by his fingers, his eyes were wet, and the corners of his eyes were slightly crimson, showing a bright color that he had never seen before.

Zhuo Junchen's heart jumped, and he immediately withdrew his fingers to hide the sudden gaffe. He looked at his fingers, which were stained with fluid, and the elixir he had just used to open his teeth was still between his fingertips.

"Isn't Shen Xianjun quite obedient, look at me like this, isn't there not the slightest discomfort." Zhuo Junchen hid a trace of infatuation in his eyes, "Are you really so arrogant that you refuse to bow your head at all?" Still is...... Because of Du Heng? ”

Shen Hanfeng trembled, his reddened eyes closed again, the trembling on his body and the shortness of breath became more intense, but he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word: "Get out." ”

The only trace of charm disappeared completely, Zhuo Junchen discarded the wet elixir on the ground with a cold face, and ran it over with his boots fiercely, as if it was Shen Hanfeng's self-esteem that was stepped on at this time.

Or his.

Zhuo Junchen turned to leave, ignoring Shen Hanfeng's increasingly painful gasps behind him.

It's just that before opening the palace door, Shen Hanfeng seemed to be unable to hold back a muffled snort leaking from his lips. Zhuo Junchen closed his eyes, turned back with some annoyance, and took out a new pill from the porcelain bottle as he walked. He lifted Shen Hanfeng's jaw and acted rudely as he prepared to stuff the pill in, but was grabbed by a hot palm.

Then he looked at a pair of red, moist eyes.

Different from his bright red eyes, Shen Hanfeng's eyes at this time seemed to be burned red by something, with an indescribable charm that was completely different from a woman. A warm breath exhaled from his lips, which had just been rubbed to an extremely bright face. Zhuo Junchen was stunned for a moment, as if □□ had melted in an instant, and the gorgeous flowers that were frozen in it finally showed their original appearance. Shen Hanfeng in front of him showed a charm that he had never seen before.

Before Zhuo Junchen came back to his senses, his lips were sealed by the soft and moist other pair of lips, and the back of his neck was pressed down by his hot hands, touching the other party's lips more closely. Just now, he was a little distracted, and finally got his wish at this time. In just a few breaths, Shen Hanfeng's body was a little hotter, his lips and teeth were also extremely eagerly entangled, and the warm tongue took the initiative to stretch out and lick his thin lips, with a little jerky and indescribable eagerness.

This was the first time Shen Hanfeng had kissed him. The look in Zhuo Junchen's eyes darkened a little, Zhuo Junchen unconsciously tightened his hands, and wrapped Shen Hanfeng's straight body into his arms, and it was at this time that his back was also straight, and his flexible waist was tightly hugged.

Defending and attacking, Zhuo Junchen and Shen Hanfeng's lips and teeth were intertwined, eagerly demanding, sucking greedily, and the liquid that was too late to swallow flowed down from between the lips of the two of them, and the room was filled with the sound of beautiful slurping water and swallowing.

After a long time, Zhuo Junchen stood on the edge of the bed, Shen Hanfeng half-knelt on the side of the bed, and couldn't help but lie in Zhuo Junchen's arms because he was detained because of his waist. He half-bowed his head, his delicate and handsome eyebrows and eyes were covered by his long silver-white hair, and his fingertips trembled slightly, reaching towards Zhuo Junchen's waist.

Zhuo Junchen didn't stop him, watching Shen Hanfeng untie his clothes as if he was enchanted, the edge in his eyes was almost unbearable.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Zhuo Junchen's voice was hoarse with strong lust, and the emotion of possession reached an irrepressible peak at this moment.

Shen Hanfeng didn't speak, just closed his eyes and pressed his lips again.

The wind and snow outside the window became heavier as the night deepened. Clothes were peeled off and piled under the bed, soaked with melting ice water.

A ridiculous night, when it was sunny after the snow, Shen Hanfeng was still asleep. The strange high fever on his body had subsided, and Zhuo Junchen held him in the crook of his arm, and lifted the brocade quilt covering his body upwards to cover the traces of Shen Hanfeng's body. These traces have become much lighter, deeper and shallow. Although Shen Hanfeng's spiritual power cultivation has not yet returned for some reason, it only takes a day or two for the body of the Transformation Stage to restore all these mottled kiss marks to their original state.

Thinking like this, Zhuo Junchen had the urge to add a few more strokes to these traces.

It's just that the voice of the curved ayasha coming from outside the door can't help him do it.

"If you want to rush to the Netherworld Palace before Wu Yan's wedding, you should leave today."

Zhuo Junchen's eyes moved slightly, and he finally let go of his hand.

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