His dragon princess was like ice and snow when it was cold, but her skin was hot in her arms at the moment.

Fu Cang opened his mouth and bit lightly on her slender neck, the memory of mortal reincarnation reappeared, he had wanted to do this for a long time, watching her bloom in his palm, only he could make her bloom, and that delicate posture made him can't help but have some rare malice, biting her, his fingers sinking into her shoulder, wanting her to feel his evil thoughts that he had nowhere to store.

His extreme love for her is always mixed with a faint hatred of Yixing, incomparably indulges and spoils her, and often wants to bully her so much that there is nowhere to escape.

Deceitful and naïve, cold but weak, selfish and simple, he knows all her vicious and good natures, and has deeply rejected them, but is uncontrollably attracted. They are completely different, the colors she brings are strange and bright and dazzling, nine secluded yellow springs, thirty-three days, he can't help but fall into her palm again and again.

At that time, after returning to the upper realm after settling the karma, his father, who had never interfered in his private affairs, showed a very obvious attitude of opposition, and he did not want his child to have anything to do with the princess of the Candle Yin clan again.

But it was too late, starting from Kaohuang Immortal Island, their bad fate had been concluded. It is said that the karma is the back, but the rear has a great understanding, she planted the evil fate for him, and ended the bad fate for him, and all his enlightenment is her. The pale, delicate shell had been stuffed with a living spirit, and he could no longer leave her.

The dragon princess trembled in her arms, her hands always on her chest, and Fu Cang grabbed her arms and made them wrap around her. He wanted to make her hurt. Then he bit down heavily on her lips, where no dragon scales were born, and her arms tightened, almost crushing her slender bones.

If it hurts a little more, you won't hide, and you will be brave enough to meet it, just like you used to. Don't be afraid, he knows her fear, since he resolutely jumped down, the earth will crack, the sea will rot, he will be tightly entangled with her. Don't leave him, don't go back to Zhongshan that is buried by the barrier and frozen snow, he also thought that he likes to be alone, he is indifferent by nature, and he is mostly indifferent to people and things, but he no longer wants to face the second lonely 23,000 years, it will really be fatal.

She began to struggle again, the sound of thin gasps in her ears, gritting her teeth as if she were trying to endure it. Fu Cang finally let go of her slowly, and she immediately turned over and shrunk into a ball, a large piece of her neck exposed in the loose neckline, and even a small piece of her shoulder socket was red.

He slowly put her clothes together, straightened out the strands of her long scattered hair, put them behind his back, hung his head, and pressed his forehead against the top of her head, and his charming and low voice still had a hint of emotional hoarseness: "...... I don't apologize. ”

Xuanyi's head was almost falling, her body had already felt the mellowness and sweetness of the Haizi poisonous wine, her hair was about to break, she was about to fall, she was about to fall.

Even the sharp pain in his right hand seems to have disappeared a lot.

Her voice was still shaking: "...... What about your Huaxu manners?"

Fu Cang couldn't help but chuckle a few times, his lips against her long cold hair: "I have forgotten." ”

Xuanyi suddenly moved, raised her head, the blurred crimson was slowly fading from her jade-like face, she looked at him for a while, as if she was desperate for the last time to defend herself, and said without choice: "You...... Is it because of regret that you have always been so rude to me?

Fu Cang's dark eyes stared at her for a long time, raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Then you will end this regret for me?"

Without waiting for her to answer, he grabbed her newly closed neckline, and with a slight tug, most of her bare shoulders were exposed, and his slender fingers did not hesitate to insert into her clothes, grabbed her soft and cold arms, and pulled down her elbows, and her clothes almost fell on the bed.

That's what really the world is falling apart. Xuanyi almost went crazy, while dragging his clothes, while pushing him hard, he kept hiding backwards, it was like rolling all over the bed, Fu Cang simply dragged her over, she immediately covered her face with her sleeves, and she didn't let go.

After a while, he felt that he pulled up the quilt and covered her, and then there was no sound.

Xuanyi buried his face in the pillow, held his breath, and after a long, long time, there was still no sound.

She lifted the quilt very slowly, and coldly met a pair of focused dark eyes, and he sat next to him. She gasped, suddenly felt Fu Cang's hand on the quilt, and whispered, "Do you really want to push me away again?"

She was silent for a long time, and the sharp pain in her right hand seemed to come back in an instant, and it made her eyes tingle incomparably.

Slowly pushed his hand on the quilt, only to touch it, and his hand quickly left.

Push him away, but paradoxically hook his fingers around his sleeve.

Fu Cang put his arm in front of her, the right distance.

Don't get too close, don't leave, slow down, too close and too far will hurt each other.

His sleeves were close in front of him, and the dark silver embroidered moire felt particularly comfortable to pick up, first loosen it with his fingers, and then pull it out one by one with his fingernails. She enjoyed doing it so much, she hadn't touched it for twenty-three thousand years.

Xuanyi pressed his face up, closed his eyes, and two tears of ice rolled out of his eyelashes and landed on his sleeve.

Fu Cang slowly wiped her wet eyelashes with his fingertips, he had never seen her cry, silly child.

The autumn sun gradually passed through the moonlight window and fell on the cascading gauze tent, and the dragon princess's eyelashes were dry, trembling gently on her fingertips, scratching on the skin itchy and numb. She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes intertwined, and at the end of the Nether Realm, it was these eyes that looked at her.

Xuanyi held his fingers and said in a nasal voice: "What does it feel like to end the karma?"

Fu Cang hooked her middle finger and played with the bright and fiery Kodan: "Let go of a heavy burden that I can't let go of for a long time." ”

She said lightly, "Your burden is me?"

He shook his head.

Xuanyi didn't ask, played with his fingers for a while, and began to reappear in the habit of picking out the cloud pattern. I haven't picked it for many years, it's a little rusty, and the silver threads are not loose after pulling for a long time, she suddenly called him in a low voice: "Senior Brother Fucang, how is your injury?"

Senior Brother Fucang. Her voice made his heart tremble.

He was not as calm as he seemed on the outside, and her evasion from beginning to end would still make him feel a little irritated after all, and that day she tried to escape back to Zhongshan, although she came back because of the affairs of the ancient court, it was like a needle hanging in his heart.

The only way for her to avoid him was to approach step by step.

Fortunately, however, he was not reckless.

Fu Cang gently but resolutely scooped her up from the quilt and carried her into his arms in disheveled clothes. She struggled slightly at first, but then she was quietly and submissively clinging to his chest, her face buried in the moire of her neckline.

The autumn sun had fallen on the pure jun on his waist, and the jewel of the hilt of the sword shone brightly, Xuanyi reached out and touched it, and the silky robe slipped down the shoulders and fell between the elbows, her clothes had just been ripped off and had not been tidied up.

She was about to pull her clothes back, but a slender hand had already slowly pulled up the slippery silk clothes for her, and re-lit the broken clothes belt one by one, her head sank, and his forehead pressed up: "Don't say those words again next time." ”

"Are you saying that the double cultivation of yin and yang is a pity?"

Fu Cang sighed and pulled her out of bed: "If you say another word, you are not allowed to eat today." ”

(Zilang Literature)