A small fish, coming out of the water and spitting bubbles, no one will pay attention, what if it is a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred million?

The sun sets and the night rises, the white fades and the black appears, and a round of crescent moon with blood-red thin edges hangs alone in the air, sprinkling the glow of enchantment, piled up on the dark bluestone pavement.

With the crisp sound of horses' hooves, they stepped through the deserted path and ran towards its end.

The majestic Mansion of the Holy Son was suppressed in the dark night, like a beast with open fangs, devouring its prey.

Han Qing tightened the reins of the horse as before, turned over and fell off the horse neatly, and walked towards the pitch-black door that slowly opened with vigorous steps, and the slender and upright figure disappeared into the door.

The sleeping room of the Holy Son was silently lit up, and two slender figures floated on the window, intertwined necks and looked ambiguous.

Two swaying figures, overlapping each other, slowly fell on the curtain, and the lights in the room also dimmed.

The atmosphere in the room was very intense, Han Qing pulled out the dagger from the side of his leg, and the two of them were entangled and fighting on the bed, and the moves came and went, and the neat clothes were messy.

Fan Moya pressed Han Qing's wrist, his thin lips hooked into a wicked smile, sat on it and teased: "Ah Qing, you are extraordinarily domineering in bed today?"

"Shut up villain, I'm here to take your dog's life today!" Han Qing scolded angrily, and after saying goodbye, his knees and long legs twisted Fan Moya's body, and with a twist of his waist, the two immediately switched positions.

Han Qing pulled out his wrist vigorously, raised the dagger, and stabbed at his neck with a hideous face.

Fan Moya smiled slightly, but he didn't take it to heart, his neck quickly deviated, Han Qing's dagger pierced deeply into the wooden pillow, and the luxurious brocade broke a crack, revealing some white cotton wool.

Han Qing only felt that his belt was being pulled instantly, and the black robe was instantly loosened, which was unique with the messy emanation.

Han Qing was driven crazy by his lightness, and he violently pulled out the dagger that had fallen into the pillow in his hand, and attacked him again.

Fan Moya dodged unhurriedly, his fingers roamed around Han Qing's body with ease, and quietly untied his belt.

Han Qing realized that he was like a mouse being teased by a cat, and the anger in his heart was even worse, and the moves in his hand became more and more aggressive.

Seeing that he was almost playing, Fan Moya grabbed his knife-wielding wrist violently, licked his face and said flatteringly: "Ah Qing, don't seduce me anymore, I really can't stand it."

Han Qing fought with him closely, and now that he was quiet, he suddenly noticed that Fan Moya secretly erected a certain second brother shamelessly against his ass, and his face immediately darkened.

"Dirty! Shameless!" Han Qing didn't expect Fan Moya to be in heat with him, his handsome face immediately darkened, his thin eyes were red, and he was full of moisture, which made him more and more delicious, and Fan Moya only itched in his heart.

Han Qing clenched his fist and punched Fan Moya's disgusting face, but the fist was firmly wrapped by the wide palm, and Fan Moya also took the opportunity to kiss his finger.

"Perverted!" Han Qing didn't expect that Fan Moya was becoming more and more disgusted now, and his elbow bent into his face, forcing him back to get closer.

During Han Qing's actions, his clothes had long been messily hanging on his arms, revealing his fair and sturdy body, and now he was straddled on him, not like a fight, but like begging for pleasure.

Fan Moya's heart fluttered when he saw it, he couldn't stand the temptation anymore, and began to quickly take the initiative to snatch the dagger in Han Qing's hand.

Seeing that he was serious, Han Qing couldn't help but be cautious, twisting his waist left and right, and dodging his attack in embarrassment.

Fan Moya chased after him, the two were on the narrow bed, the struggle became more and more intense, and the gale was raging between the legs, you don't let me, I won't let you.

There were two figures on the window, and the moves were fiercely staggered, and the shadows of the fast were blurred.

Fan Moya was aroused by him to conquer, only to feel more hungry and thirsty in his heart, and sure enough, the unruly prey is much more interesting to play with than the obedient little white rabbit.

Fan Moya is a body, but Han Qing is a life, and his moves come and go.

Fan Moya's body was stabbed a few times, his black middle coat was soaked with blood, but the strong smell of blood made him even more excited.

Of course, Fan Moya's results were not small, Han Qing's trouser belt was untied by him, and Han Qing couldn't re-tie it under his serial attacks, so he could only pull the waist of his trousers tightly, and his movements began to slowly become less sharp.

Fan Moya's silver eyes became brighter and brighter, and his mouth kept talking, and he relaxed his will and said: "Ah Qing, as long as you let me kiss it, I will tie your belt."

"Dreaming!" Han Qing scolded in embarrassment, because he was facing the enemy with one hand, he gradually fell into disadvantage, retreated step by step, and accidentally stepped on the air and fell out of bed.

Fan Moya's left hand and long arm were wrapped, his thin waist, and his right hand did not forget to take the opportunity to snatch the sharp blade from Han Qing's hand and throw it far away at the door.

The two were very close, Han Qing saw that he wanted to kiss him, he didn't care about pulling his pants, so he pushed him away, and Fan Moya pulled him to the bed.

Before Han Qing seized the opportunity, he turned over and pressed him tightly, quickly grabbed Han Qing's hands, pressed his shoulders with one hand, and pressed Han Qing's hands tightly on the top of his head with the other hand.

Fan Mo Yajun said with a smug face: "Ah Qing, you can't fight me, it's better to be caught obediently."

Han Qing still wanted to turn defeat into victory, but he was tightly suppressed, and he couldn't turn over at all, and soon the color embryo broke into his body unscrupulously when he had no power to fight back, enjoying the fruits of victory.

Where is Han Qing willing, desperately struggling, unwilling to exercise with him, Fan Moya had to order him to be quiet for the sake of sexual happiness.

Outside the Pony Mansion, Bei Hanjing was anxious outside, and she didn't wait for Han Qing to give her a victory signal, and was about to discuss with her brother who was standing beside her without saying a word, and went in directly.

Bei Hanmo didn't wait for her to speak, made up his mind, and opened his mouth to say, "Go to the roof of the witch minister and see the situation."

After that, without waiting for Bei Hanjing's reaction, Bei Hanmo's tall body, like an eagle with wings outstretched, jumped on the wall quickly, and his steps were light and fast running between the tiles.

Bei Hanjing hurriedly followed, looking at the eldest brother who had already preceded him in a few leaps, and came to the eaves of the Wu Xiang, and the pace under his feet became more and more impatient.

Bei Hanmo's huge figure, squatting on the eaves, seemed to have a certain resolute mentality, gritting his teeth and uncovering the tiles.

For just a moment, Bei Hanmo's body seemed to stiffen, and the scene of the two people entangled under the tiles was so shocking.

The light in the room shone on his strong and cold face, lighting up the shock and bewilderment in his eyes.

Bei Hanjing didn't have time to stop it, her breath was chaotic, and she slammed on a tile.

Bei Hanmo got up slowly, his eagle eyes, which had always had powerful eyes, looked at his sister who was exposed at this moment, flashing with the fragility and sadness of broken faith, as if he was a child abandoned by God.

For these believers, the Black Lotus Son is the closest place to the gods, and his character is like a lotus flower that comes out of the mud and is not clean, unlike those of them who have fallen into the red dust.

During the day, when Bei Hanmo told him about the corruption of the witch appearance, he resolutely did not believe it. However, in choosing the pillar between blood and spirit, he, as a mortal, selfishly chose the former, indirectly abandoning the identity of a believer.

Now that the truth has been revealed, a Son of God who has fallen into sin can no longer be offered as a god.

Bei Hanmo took out the signal flare in his arms, and the lit signal flare rose higher and higher in his hand, rising farther and farther, as if it was the faith that was far away from him, and finally exploded in the air and disappeared in the dark and hopeless night.

The eyes of the brother and sister, looking at the passing fireworks, flashed the disheartenness after the shattering of faith, which is probably more mourning than death.

The Praetorian Guards received the signal and poured in from all directions, surrounding the Holy Son's Mansion heavily, and the people inside were alarmed by the heavy pace of the iron horses outside, and all the lights of the Holy Son's Mansion were lit up at once.

Bei Hanmo took Bei Hanjing with him, and as soon as he jumped off the eaves, he saw Fan Moya wearing a black middle coat, raising his sword with a gloomy face, and quickly opened the door.

They didn't seem to expect that they would face each other so soon, and the three of them looked at each other in a daze, the atmosphere was quiet and awkward.

"Hand over Han Qing!" Bei Hanjing's angry roar, pulling out the double axes on his back, rubbing against each other coldly, with a hair-making metal sound, the quiet atmosphere was shattered instantly.

Fan Moya also knew that today, I am afraid that it will not be good to deal with the aftermath, so he simply shook his wrist, the sword went out of his body, and a boundless momentum spread out in an instant, and the shocked people were stunned.

Although Fan Moya is only eighteen years old, his swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, and few people in the northern cold can match him.

Bei Hanjing's brute strength was like a stupid cow in his eyes, full of flaws, Fan Moya didn't even raise the sword in his hand, raised his elbow to block and cut down the giant axe, his wrist shook upward, and the giant axe in Bei Hanjing's hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

Bei Hanjing slashed the axe in her right hand at him, Fan Moya's neck was deviated, and her fingers broke hard, and she immediately couldn't hold the giant axe in her hand.

Fan Moya took advantage of the situation and grabbed her shoulder, spun the person around, and kicked the person directly at Bei Hanjing's ass.

Seeing his sister's fiasco, Bei Hanmo clenched his fists, his bones made a crackling and terrifying sound, and slowly pulled out the heavy sword at his waist, with thousands of momentum under his feet, and attacked violently in an instant.

"Ding-" The metallic sound of the two swords colliding shook people's ears, Fan Moya spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and took a step back, but Bei Hanmo took three steps back, knelt on one knee, covered his damaged lungs, and supported him with a heavy sword.

One move but set the level, Bei Hanjing picked up the double axes on the ground, and wanted to step forward to fight, Bei Hanmo grabbed his sister's belt, his cold face was gloomy, and he admonished: "You are not his opponent, go and call Han Qing out."

"Beauty, beauty." Bei Hanjing shouted anxiously at the gate.

The door suddenly opened, and Han Qing, who was dressed in a white shirt, stepped out of the room with an indifferent face, but stood firmly by Fan Moya's side, dividing their position.

"Han Qing?" Bei Hanjing looked at Han Qing, who had temporarily defected, and exclaimed suspiciously.

"Huh-" Han Qing pulled out his long sword and pointed at Bei Hanjing coldly, his magnificent and delicate face was extremely cold, exuding a strange murderous aura.

"What did you do to Han Qing?" Bei Hanjing saw that Han Qing was pointing at herself, her eyes glared angrily at Fan Moya, and the corners of her mouth were secretly hooked.

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