readx;? Chapter 166: The Joy of the Past Fades Away

Author: Skyrim Drive

After He Yue finished tying it, she pulled the wind-dyed hair, pulled the wind-dyed head high, and said with a smile: "It's very comfortable, isn't it?" Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info since he wants to be a plaything so much, I will spoil him for a while, so that he knows what a plaything is!" I said, I want to tie you up like this!" This thought flashed through his mind at that time, and he quickly forgot about it, but at this time, this thought popped up very clearly.

Feng Ran pursed his lips tightly, didn't say a word, and half-squinted his eyes as He Yue found the whip in the bedside. Feng Ran didn't regret angering He Yue, he felt uncomfortable himself, so he had to drag He Yue into the water, and he couldn't let He Yue get better. He would rather annoy He Yue, suffer his own losses, and use his physical pain to cover up and share the pain in his heart.

"Smack!" He Yue picked up the soft whip with his right hand and shook it, struck it backwards, carrying the internal force, and slammed it on the wind-dyed legs, only to make the wind-dyed tremble, and imprinted a dark red blood mark on the wind-dyed jade-like body. The whip was originally specially made by He Yue for Feng Ran, wanting to deter Feng Ran from forgetting Lu Feiqing, but he ended up with a body poison attack from Wind Dye; Later, when Feng Ran covered Lu Feiqing's escape, he took it away and wanted to have a clean blade at hand; Later, Feng Ran used it to resist and repel the assassins, thus saving He Yue's life; and then later, Feng Ran was coerced by He Yue and presented the whip to show his submission. He Yue returned to the dormitory with Wind Dye and the whip, and after healing Wind Dye, the whip was stored in the bed cabinet along with the ropes, and it was never used again. Now that this whip has internal force, it is once again whipped on himself, and Feng Ran doesn't feel much pain, but he feels extremely humiliated.

Feng Dye's superficial obedience, inner resistance, hidden needles in the cotton, and the bad attitude of seeming to be respectful and alienated, stabbed He Yue's heart again and again, He Yue ran out of patience, and finally broke out completely.

"Bang Bang" He Yue shook out two more whips, whipped them on Feng Dye's back, and scolded while smoking: "Since you have nothing to say, I should take it as if everything on the fold is true, you are a slut who owes a fuck!"

As soon as He Yue scolded these words, Feng Ran's face turned pale in an instant, even the pale pink lips lost their color, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were raised, his face was covered by scattered long hair, and his tied body couldn't stop trembling.

For a long time, He Yue had never humiliated him with words, and when he suddenly heard He Yue scold, Feng Ran only felt extremely ashamed. He originally wanted He Yue to believe in the matter and misunderstand himself. But He Yue really insulted himself with the things on the song, and Feng Ran felt unbearable, as if he was pulled into the bottomless abyss by great shame and humiliation, infinitely sour, infinitely painful.

Feng Ran felt that for two men to obtain pleasure on their bodies, no matter who entered whom, it was inevitable, and it was not humiliating. imagined that if he and Lu Feiqing became a good thing, they would do such a thing, they would definitely love each other very gently and gently, and they would never use this to humiliate each other. The first two times are not counted, starting from the "Charming Medicine", He Yue didn't say it, but Feng Ran could understand He Yue's love and affection for himself from He Yue's actions, because of this love, it didn't make him feel humiliated, he was willing to be entered by He Yue, and he liked and indulged in the joy brought to him by He Yue.

However, He Yue's sentence of "a cheap person who owes a fuck", like a blade, ruthlessly pierced and tore the bottom line that Feng Ran beared, trampled on his only bit of dignity, and also smashed the last bit of warmth as thin as a cicada's wings. It turns out that all the love and all the warmth are deceitful, and in He Yue's eyes, he is just a plaything after all, just a cheap thing that He Yue uses to vent!

Yes, he's a bitch!

A slut who even looks down on himself!

A shameless slut who is immersed in carnal desires!

A slut who has been toyed with and has been toyed with to have a sense of pleasure!

For more than two years, little by little it has accumulated in the bottom of my heart, and the contempt and humiliation that have eaten away at my heart have poured out like a huge wave, roaring and crushing the wind-dyed body and dignity with lightning speed, and being crushed into powder by the huge sadness and pain!

From the inside out, filthy and self-depraved, what face stands between this vast heaven and earth, and what face faces themselves?

Later, He Yue scolded something, Feng Ran couldn't hear it at all, his mind was blank, the soft whip fell on his body one by one, and Feng Ran couldn't feel the pain. It wasn't until the narrow and hidden place on his body was violently squeezed and stirred by something that the wind dyed for a long time that he understood: he was being by He Yue!

Suddenly, the internal force of the dantian was out of control, rushing in the meridians in the body, as if looking for a laxative opening, Feng Ran couldn't help but open his mouth, and a stream of hot liquid shot out, as if all the internal organs were shot out with this liquid, leaving only an empty cavity. Feng Ran felt that the cavity was no longer his own, just a dirty object that had been used for people to stir around at will. And he himself had been sprinkled into the void with the liquid of the hot spurs, and from then on, dust to dust, dust to dust.

He Yue was born as a prince, educated at a young age, living in the spring and snow, far away from the people of Xiariba, only when visiting the people, he accepted some market slang, and scolded it at this time, and he had to say "cheap, lewd ......" over and over again, and he really couldn't scold any tricks. I was already panicked in my heart, holding back the liver fire in my stomach, and I was burned by the wind's words, and I couldn't help but burst out with a bang.

Since the wind dye arrived in the prince's mansion, He Yue's mood has never been dripping and refreshing, and the fire that has been precipitated for more than two years has all come out at once, and after a few clicks, he burned all his ordinary reserve and reason into ashes, and tied it up indiscriminately after pulling the wind dye, and whipped it with a soft whip, scolding while smoking.

He Yue is the emperor, but the emperor can't really do what he wants, spending nine days to go to Xuanwu Mountain to seek unique exercises, is the most flamboyant thing He Yue has done in his life; For the sake of Feng Ran, how much pressure did he endure from all sides, but unfortunately Feng Ran did not have the slightest understanding and touch, and the person who once thought he could cover the heat went farther and farther away with a cold heart, which made him not angry, how could he not be indignant?

He Yue scolded and scolded, and as she scolded, she felt that her little brother was actually in good spirits! Throwing away the whip, He Yue stabbed it in forcefully, and moved wildly in that suffocating hot place, completely ignoring the feelings of the wind. Does he have to care about the feelings of that plaything? Pressing the unruly and lonely and arrogant person under him and brutally abusing him made He Yue feel an unprecedented, painful pleasure.

He Yue moved fiercely on Feng Ran's body angrily, and scolded: "I like to be fucked by people!" With other male pets and concubines, He Yue only cares about his own enjoyment, and he has only shared the joy of fish and water with the person under him. Although Feng Dye indulged in it, he was also addicted to it, as if drinking a dove to quench his thirst, knowing that his relationship with Feng Dye was getting farther and farther, he still couldn't stop indulging in the joy of fish and water again and again.

"Cough ......" Feng Ran's body shook suddenly, and He Yue watched as a stream of blood shot into the bed tent like an arrow! "Wind Ran!" He Yue shouted, rushed to Feng Ran, lifted his long wind-dyed hair, saw the blood in his mouth, and his nostrils were full of blood, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were furrowed, his breathing was rapid and shallow, and his face was so pale that he was gray. He Yue suddenly panicked, and hurriedly pointed like a knife, and used the internal force to cut off the two ropes that tied Feng Ran's hands, hugged Feng Ran and asked, "What's wrong? How can you vomit blood?" Feng Ran just gasped and opened his eyes, his eyes were all dull.

A similar situation happened more than two years ago, when it was an attack of wind-dyed body poison, but now, the wind-dyed body poison has clearly been controlled and eliminated. The difference is that when the body poison attacked more than two years ago, it was only blood bleeding from the corner of the mouth, but now it is a mouthful of blood spurting out, and the symptoms are obviously fierce and much more critical.

He Yue asked, while transmitting the internal force into the wind dyeing body, "Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra obstruction?" Knowing that the wind dye's current skill has far surpassed his own, when he waved the whip, in order to make the wind dye feel more pain, he brought a little internal force. But with his internal strength, it is impossible to hurt the wind-dyed meridians. Isn't it true that there is a backlash of internal force due to the retrograde movement of qi and blood?

It is estimated that it is the time of Hai, and this time in the twelve hours is the running time of the Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra. Seeing that the wind stained his wrists, he was tied with ropes and was purple and blue, his hands were dark purple, in a state of blood stasis and swelling, and his palms were sanded with blood by ropes. He Yue was secretly shocked, he just thought about being angry, and he didn't care about Feng Ran's feelings at all. Could it be that because the hands are tied, the flow of qi and blood is blocked, which leads to retrograde?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, He Yue's heart jumped violently, and the anger in his chest was thrown out of the clouds in an instant, and he only regretted his heart. He had only one thought in his heart: he must not let the wind dye to death! Save him! Save him desperately!

"Hurry up to heal your wounds!" He Yue sealed a few big points on Feng Ran's chest to protect his heart, and then quickly untied the ropes of Feng Ran's feet, took out clean underwear from the bed cabinet and put it on Feng Ran, and helped Feng Ran sit cross-legged. At the same time, he raised his voice and said: "Quickly pass on the imperial doctor!" Thinking that Feng Ran would not be seen by the imperial doctor at this time, he hurriedly added: "Waiting outside the palace." While delivering the decree, He Yue also hurriedly got dressed, cross-legged and flown against the four palms of Feng Ran. Then he calmed down for a while, destroyed the internal force, and stored his internal force in the dantian with great difficulty, and an ancient brain teleported into the body of Feng Ran without reservation.