Ye Fusang raised her eyelids and dodged back, but she didn't dodge, the cold was still like a maggot attached to the bone, she subconsciously supported the bed with her hands and crawled into the bed, Ye Fusang was misty and asleep, the whole person didn't know what he was doing at all, shaking his waist, and climbed to the innermost, until he hit the wall, he didn't stop, Ye Fusang touched the cold and hard wall with his hand, and his drunken eyes didn't find that this "wall" was actually ......

Ye Fusang stretched out his hand, hugged the "wall", and stuck his face to the "wall" intoxicated, and rubbed it comfortably before he yawned and continued to be drowsy.

It seems that from somewhere there is a very soft laughter, "Hehe......"

Ye Fusang's left ankle was entangled by something, his body was dragged out, his good dream was disturbed, he stretched out his right foot and kicked it in annoyance, only kicking a ball of air, and then, Ye Fusang's right ankle was also wrapped around something, Ye Fusang muttered, he didn't give up and hugged the "wall" and refused to let go, but he was nodded at the wrist by something, and his hand hung down weakly.

Ye Fusang was dragged over, lying on all fours on the big amazing bed.

Everything is staged silently, if there are others present, they will definitely think that Ye Fusang is a neurotic with an abnormal brain, or sleepwalking, or having some colored dreams, and only by thinking like this, will you not feel that this scene in front of you is weird and terrifying.

A cold, like the aura of the yin spirit, gently caressed Ye Fusang's body, Ye Fusang did not take off his clothes, he was still wearing the red robe, the belt was gently picked open, revealing the white undershirt inside, her chin was lifted and gently buckled, because of this posture, Ye Fusang's mouth opened slightly, and a cold breath broke into her mouth.

The feeling was like holding an ice cube, but it was even colder than the ice cube, Ye Fusang's tongue moved involuntarily, trying to push the breath out of his mouth, but he was entangled and stirred by the breath, Ye Fusang's head moved back and forth, refusing to comply, and his mouth let out a vague "Hmm...... Hmm-......", saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, she was about to suffocate, but the cold breath was still stubbornly entangled with her, until Ye Fusang was about to faint, and she couldn't let go of her.

At this time, I don't know when, Ye Fusang's underwear has been torn open, revealing fair skin, butterfly collarbones, flat lower abdomen, and towering ......

Ye Fusang felt that something was wrong, but the whole person was like a nerve that was anesthetized, extremely sluggish, she tried to open her eyes, and closed them tiredly.

That cold breath stuck to Ye Fusang's cheeks and neck, lingering all the way to her chest, caressing gently, lingering, and compassionate, however, even if he was gentle, it still made Ye Fusang frown uncomfortably.

"Hehe......" came a heavy low laugh.

Then, Ye Fusang's clothes were slowly faded, and her body exposed to the air had goosebumps because of the sudden cold, and the cold breath stroked over her body, not letting go of every inch, even the most hidden part. Ye Fusang trembled involuntarily with the movement of that breath, and his mouth made a gentle panting sound, because of the cold, but also because of the itching that seemed to be nothing, and [fast] [feeling].

Until that cold breath stopped between Ye Fusang's legs.

Cold and fiery, stiff and soft, meet here. Ye Fusang's waist couldn't help but twist. It seemed that he wanted to dodge, and it seemed that he wanted to get closer, and the coldness stopped at his sensitive place and rubbed it lightly, it was too exciting. The feeling of ice and fire made Ye Fusang open his mouth, and his throat emitted a □ of depression and pain, enjoyment and rejection, the □ was blurry, but it was even more ambiguous, arousing people's [love] [yu], Ye Fusang waved his arms indiscriminately, and pushed out with his hands in a daze, but he pushed it empty.

Hearing Ye Fusang's voice, the cold breath moved faster and faster, and became more and more provocative, and at the same time, the cold breath also dispersed, raging on Ye Fusang's chest, waist, neck and lips, and several pleasures hit together, so that Ye Fusang finally reached the peak, the whole person softened into a puddle of spring water, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was flushed, he was panting, and his chest was rising and falling violently.

Ye Fusang struggled to wake up, but he was very sleepy, very tired, his brain was like lead, so heavy that he couldn't think, and the exhaustion came up like a tide, and after a while, Ye Fusang sounded a steady breath again, and the cold breath never stayed away, always clinging to Ye Fusang, entangled in Ye Fusang's body. Ye Fusang tossed and turned under its movements, pain and pleasure coexisted, and a low and undulating moan overflowed from his red lips. And Ye Fusang's appearance at this time, instead of stopping the cold breath, he became more and more powerful, holding Ye Fusang's waist, squeezing her legs, and a cool breath suddenly entered her.

"Ah~~" Ye Fusang seemed to be electrocuted, and a high-pitched low groan overflowed suddenly, and his body twitched violently.

The cold breath hesitated because of her reaction, but Ye Fusang spread out his hands and feet, lying there with a blushing face, looking like he was picking up, it was really impossible to stop, and after a while, the cold breath still unstoppably drilled in.

At the beginning, it was a very thin strand, although the cold feeling still made Ye Fusang very uncomfortable, but the touching and touching of other places on his body made Ye Fusang divert his attention, and then, that extremely fine breath slowly became thicker and larger, and gradually expanded Ye Fusang's, until all the muscles in that place were stretched and filled in every gap.

In a trance, Ye Fusang heard a cold sigh.

The cold breath in his body, grinding unhurriedly, unhurriedly, unhurriedly, unconsciously wanted to hide back, but his body was fixed on the ground, unable to move, he could only passively bear this kind of intimacy that came from nowhere.

Quiet, the entire county lord's mansion was shrouded in a layer of shadows, and there was silence everywhere, except in one dormitory, there was a voice that seemed to beg for mercy, seemed uncomfortable, and seemed to be a happy whisper......

After a long time, when the hen was about to crow, the original faint candlelight in the whole room lit up in an instant, and a figure gradually appeared on the bed, Hua Yuan Sacrifice had a charming face, lazily propped up beside Ye Fusang, looking at her after the baptism, the corners of her mouth hooked up a triumphant smile, got up, Hua Yuan Sacrifice slowly stretched out her hand, under the faint candlelight, a transparent body on the body of "Ye Fusang" was gradually floated out, and finally, it fluttered on Hua Yuan's arm.

Looking at the weightless transparent soul in his hand, Hua Yuan's eyes were a little moist, Fusang, you are finally the deity.

A figure flashed, the room was silent in an instant, only the mess of the house, and the body that was lying on the bed and losing his soul was gradually hardening, he was the king of Hades, an ancient god, he naturally disdained to use his body to ask for "her", because that body was not Fusang's, if he asked for that body, it would only bring benefits to that person, maybe it was resurrection from the dead, or maybe it would last forever, he would only want one woman in Huayuan Sacrifice, that is, his Ye Fusang, only the soul of [Jiao] [he], is the real union.

When the Hua Yuan Festival returned, Hua Sichen and the priests of the underworld were already waiting.

"Come with the deity." Hua Yuanxian glanced at everyone briskly, and began to hurriedly walk towards the Ice Hall with Ye Fusang in his arms, everyone looked at the indescribable smile on the corner of their evil and cruel Hades King's mouth, as well as the brisk step, and the corners of their mouths kept twitching.

Who would have thought that the dignified ancient gods would be withdrawn for thousands of years because of a woman, waiting for a thousand years, and happy because of a woman.

Hua Yuan held the weightless Fuso in her hand, looking at her almost transparent face, and the long eyelashes that poured down like a silhouette, her eyes were gentle as if they were about to flow water.

When Fusang woke up this time, he was the real Fusang, the Fusang who regarded him more than anything else, the Fuso who regarded him as the only Fusang, and the Fusang who had thousands of years of memories......

Standing in the ice hall, everyone looked at the sleeping people in the ice coffin with a sense of anger, and their eyes flashed with amazement, but they lowered their heads in a panic under the jealous phoenix eyes of Huayuan Sacrifice, they knew that the possessiveness of the Hades to the Fusang Fairy was extraordinary, but they didn't expect it to be so unusual, and they didn't even allow others to take a look.

"Ready." With the order of Hua Yuan, the priests began the tedious and complicated ritual, and Hua Sichen's eyes also moistened, hoping that this time, the king could really get what he wanted, and be able to stay with the Fusang fairy for eternity.

All the rituals were ready, Hua Yuan Sacrifice let go, and saw the transparent soul gently burrow into the body in the ice coffin, Hua Yuan Sacrifice stared with excitement and ecstasy on his face, and then, he saw Ye Fusang's eyelashes trembling slightly.

Everyone also stood aside, staring at this scene with bated breath, as if they were aware of the sight behind them, Hua Yuanxian frowned unhappily, his eyes still did not leave Ye Fusang's face, but he ordered: "What are you doing in a daze?" Could it be that the woman who wants the deity to wake up and see you first? With that, Hua Yuan moved his body and completely blocked the inquiring eyes behind him.

Everyone looked at each other speechlessly, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but they still respectfully retreated.

In his sleep, Ye Fusang shed a tear from the corner of his eye, and finally disappeared in his hair-

Dear friends, the next chapter begins with memory retrospection.