The wind in the courtyard penetrated the wooden door, stirring the green yarn, the tea in the cup was cold, and the dragon princess in her arms finally stopped struggling.

Her hands clenched into fists against his chest, as if holding on to something, the gold rings slipped down on her clothes at some point, and a few strands of her long hair were curled up between her intertwined lips.

Fu Cang slowly walked away from her a little, her eyes were covered by his hands, only the lower half of her face was exposed, her plump and beautiful lips were slightly open and wet, panting thinly, and several long hairs stuck to them, trembling with her breathing.

Something boiling in the blood, and the sharp pain of the punishment made him direct and bold, and he tore his fingers at the hairs that stuck to her lips, leaning over and licking them on her moist lips again.

Xuanyi let out a very slight and very soft snort in his snort, suddenly his face was crimson, he turned his head to dodge, his lips fell on his hot cheeks, the skin he touched was as delicate as flower petals, and he couldn't hold himself for a while, tossing and turning on her face and kissing gently, the hand covering her eyes slipped instinctively, and his fingertips rubbed against her slender neck.

The dragon princess in her arms began to struggle violently again, and the fists against his chest pushed him hard and beat him.

Fu Cang slowly let her go, and let her kick her countless feet on her body, but she kicked too hard and she herself fell down, and several books on the bookshelf were knocked down, all of which fell on her.

She was rarely so embarrassed, her water-green lotus dress was full of wrinkles, and the shawl fell to the ground and her long hair was tangled together. Fu Cang leaned over to pull her, and she began to push hard again, her voice was slightly hoarse, and she actually looked a little weak: "Don't touch me!"

She curled up under the bookshelf, quickly combed her long hair with her five fingers, reinserted the gold ring, and smoothed the folds of her clothes with her palms. The blurred flush on her face seemed to disappear in an instant, and she became pale and cold again.

Xuanyi tidied up his clothes, suddenly got up and walked out.

Fu Cang had anticipated all her reactions, pounced on her, slammed her violently, sarcastically sneered, and even yelled insults at the priest, but he didn't expect that she would leave without saying a word.

Just come and go, come as she says, entangle when she says she is entangled, turn her face when she says she turns her face, she will always act so wantonly on him, full of trampling on him.

Fu Cang's hand was like electricity, and she grabbed her arm, and she beat her backhand unceremoniously, even kicking and scratching, and there was no elegant image. He still didn't move, and let her hit her many times, but the result was probably that the floor was too slippery, and she moved a little bigger, and her feet slipped and almost fell.

Fu Cang grabbed her, and when he saw that she was still struggling to run, his heart was on fire, and he grabbed two waving hands and staggered them in front of her chest. Xuanyi struggled in every way, but he couldn't get his strength, he was so tired that he was panting, and he collapsed in his arms.

Fu Cang hugged her tightly, and his voice was a little calm: "You don't want to pester me, why do you want to run again?"

Entangled him in a thousand ways, dragged him down, since he had fallen, simply come to a good time, a knife to the heart? or hold him tightly with both hands? Since he came, don't go, don't want to go.

Xuanyi gasped a few times, suddenly quieted down, and spoke in a low voice after a while, with a strange illusion in his tone: "Senior Brother Fucang wants to force me to double cultivate yin and yang with you?"

Fu Cang's arm shook slightly, and he looked down at her, her head hanging low, and all her expressions were blocked by her long hair.

“...... What do you think?" he said, too.

She said slowly: "Is it only by cultivating yin and yang with you that you are willing to postpone a dream for a thousand years?"

Fu Cang let go of her suddenly, and she made all his struggles so ridiculous and filthy with just one sentence. There seemed to be thousands of butterflies fluttering their wings in his ears, and the countless steel needles that shuttled through his body seemed to suddenly all pierce his eyes. Shen Hui plays

He quickly closed his eyes, opened them again, and asked her with a hint of determination, "Do you like me?"

Xuanyi bit his lip slowly, his brows furrowed, his heavy and difficult gasps echoed in the room, gradually, it seemed to become A-Niang's hazy voice, she hugged her, grabbed her, tears and blood fell on her face together, she said: Ah Yi must not fall in love with anyone easily in the future, the first moment you will feel sweet and infinite, but then it is endless pain.

She held her breath, clenched her fists hard, and turned to look at him, "If I don't say I like you, will you ignore me anymore?"

Fu Cang chuckled, took a few steps back, and suddenly showed a look that was almost fragile, and asked her intermittently: "...... will you in the future?" Yes...... Do you like it?"

She had that preoccupied look on her face again, avoiding his gaze, avoiding all his desperate bets.

The loud cracking sound echoed in Fu Cang's ears, and she didn't catch him, letting him shatter to the ground.

A single knife kills.

Fu Cang took two steps back, his face turned pale, and said in a low voice, "You go." ”

Xuanyi hesitated for a moment, slowly exited the room, and stopped outside the door. The noisy wind began to wrap her, and an inexplicable chill suddenly arose in her heart, and she suddenly called him: "Fucang......"

A cold ran in her throat, and the pale blue Pure Jun Sword pressed against it, interrupting her words abruptly.

Fu Cang held Chunjun in his hand, looking at her coldly, the tenderness that once overflowed in his eyes that made her fearful, and the malice that made her can't help but want to challenge, they all disappeared, leaving only the boundless dead silence and jumping hatred.

"Let's go. He said one last word.

The dragon scales on her neck had not yet grown, and Chunjun pierced her skin, and the faint pain gradually spread to the depths of her body, leaving her at a loss.

Did he hate her like that?

Xuanyi looked at him in a daze, took two steps back, turned around and walked to the end of the Nanmu corridor, picked up his shoes, and left the courtyard without looking back.

Back in the front hall, Emperor Bai Ze was still drinking tea and chatting with Emperor Qing, and when he saw her back, Emperor Bai Ze jumped out of his chair as if he was relieved: "Have you seen it? ”

Xuanyi smiled: "Yes, go back." ”

Emperor Qing couldn't see the strangeness of her expression, this little princess didn't show any concern on her face, he had a faint bad premonition in his heart, hurriedly sent away the two guests, he immediately went to Fucang's courtyard, after breaking through the cloud realm, but saw that Fucang did not stay in the house, but sat alone on the Nanmu corridor, and the unsheathed Chunjun sword fell to the ground, and he did not pick it up.

Emperor Qing couldn't help but say softly: "Fucang, how are you chatting with Princess Xuanyi?"

After waiting for a long time and not receiving an answer, he approached slowly, only to find that the child's face was extremely ugly, and the auspicious light around him flickered and dimmed, which was obviously a sign of spiritual damage.

He hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Fu Cang smiled lightly, picked up Chunjun and put it in the sheath, and said, "It's okay, father doesn't have to worry." ”

Emperor Qing frowned and watched him slowly walk back to the house to hang Chunjun, floating into the bedroom behind the green yarn like a cloud of smoke, and there was no sound.

(Zilang Literature)