Fu Cang stared at her for a long time, and when he saw the cold hairs on her back standing upside down, he finally moved, turned around and walked into the house, and said in a low voice: "Please come in." ”

Xuanyi hesitated again for a moment, and finally slowly walked into the wooden door.

The bedroom is covered by the layered green veil in the door, bypassing the landscape screen, is a small vestibule that can receive private guests, he doesn't seem to like tall tables and chairs, there are futons on the ground, there is a pear wood case on the side, and there are miscellaneous things such as beaded waist ornaments.

After a while, Fu Cang came out with the tea case, he didn't change his clothes, he was still wearing a loose crow green robe, his long hair was tucked together on the side of his ears, and he lowered his head to pour tea for her, and said lightly: "There is no new tea, please forgive me." ”

At this time, he paid attention to the way of etiquette again.

Xuanyi picked up the teacup with both hands and took a sip, but he couldn't taste anything, and he didn't know what kind of ghost tea it was. She simply put the cup lightly on the tea table, thought for a while, and said: "Senior Brother Fucang, after all, the matter of Jiguang Zhiyu is to help me complete my homework, and you will be punished by thorns, I don't want to go, are you okay?"

High-sounding, yes, she's always been good at saying these high-sounding words.

Fu Cang rubbed the teacup, his expression was condensed, and said: "It's okay, there is hard work, friendship and mutual assistance among classmates is the truth, and the princess doesn't have to blame herself." ”

Oh, it's okay.

Xuanyi nodded solemnly, thought about it for a long time, and asked: "I have dreamed of a thousand years, I'm afraid that I have to wait until the punishment of thorns has passed?

Fu Cang reacted coldly: "This is a private matter, don't bother the princess to ask." ”

Xuanyi suddenly didn't want to stay anymore, she flicked her sleeves indiscriminately, like sitting on pins and needles. Walk, go, go, hurry back, anyway, he has already made amends, he looks pretty good, and in the future, he will dream of a thousand-year realm breakthrough, and he can coax and dance his sword dance.

She drank the tasteless cup of tea, and was about to say goodbye, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of his crow-green robe as if it was wet, and she realized that his face was strangely pale, and there was a little cold sweat on his forehead, but his expression was very calm, and there was nothing unusual at all.

Xuanyi took a breath and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Cangqi was not short, his hands were not trembling, and he filled the tea for her, and said lightly: "What is the princess talking about?"

Xuanyi saw that he occasionally showed a piece of wrist between his actions, which was covered with pitch-black incantations, like vines, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, if in normal times, with his skills, it would be impossible for her to be caught, this time he didn't dodge, was caught by her cold five fingers, rolled up his sleeve, revealing the spell of thorn punishment.

Seeing her stretch out her finger to touch, Fu Cang immediately stopped: "Don't touch." ”

Who knew that it was still too late, her cold and soft fingers lightly pressed on the spell, and it seemed that it didn't hurt at all, and Fu Cang was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she was the Candle Yin Clan, and all the methods were useless, and the spell of the Punishment of Thorns naturally did not respond to her.

He silently looked at the golden ring on Xuanyi's hair, and she stared down at the incantation, looking very intently, while slowly rubbing it with her fingers. After a long time, she slowly lowered his arm, covered it with her sleeve, and looked up at him, with a hint of fear in her usually calm and unwavering eyes.

“...... Will you die?" Xuanyi's voice trembled.

Thousands of steel needles were piercing his body, but he wanted to laugh for no reason.

"Only mortals are called dead, and the Protoss can only be destroyed. It was the third time he had reminded her.

Xuanyi hooked the sleeves of his thin robe with his fingertips, circled his fingers several times, and lowered his head to change his words: "...... Will it perish?"

The vine was entwined again, Fu Cang was silent, and pulled her sleeve back hard, she couldn't hook it back for a long time, so she turned to his belt hanging on the ground, and wrapped it around his hand again and again.

He was powerless to stop it, as if he didn't look at her, and whispered: "It's just a moment of seizure every morning and noon, and it won't die." ”

"Really?" she asked innocently, rarely. The young bird does not come back

The invisible vine pulled him, Fu Cang involuntarily turned his head again, maybe it was the light outside the house, maybe it was the mist of tea, there seemed to be a trace of tears in her eyes, so fast that he couldn't catch the traces.

Why did she look at him like this again? She had already trampled him from head to toe, and she had to do it a second time? He already knew her virtue well, but he still hadn't dreamed for a thousand years, and he didn't know what kind of thoughts he had left, and he returned to the Ming Sex Palace, and immediately ran into her and Shaoyi intimacy.

"To wash your emptiness, go to a depraved fellow like you," he said that day, and she did it to him.

In that case, why did you still ask him about a dream for a thousand years? Why did you come to the Blue Emperor Palace today?

He can't do anything about his vulnerability, and the silence at this moment is his only remaining dignity, is it bad to give him a fatal blow and let him die from now on?

Xuanyi grabbed his belt tightly, and his voice was low as if sighing: "Shall I wait for it to finish before I walk?"

Fu Cang quietly watched her hand holding the belt, today the Kodan on her nails was as red as blood, lining her fingers more and more pale, and the dragon princess's whole person was also very pale, as if it was piled out of the candle in her hand and the white snow, he could no longer forget her appearance of waiting alone in the Ziyuan Weaver Girl's Mansion, she was waiting for him.

The steel needles seemed to be digging into his chest, making him sometimes hot, sometimes cold. It turns out that this is the feeling of sadness.

Fu Cang raised his hand very slowly, put it on her shoulder, and suddenly pulled her into his arms with force and hugged her tightly.

If he doesn't get the fatal blow, then drag him down, he has already been dragged into the dust by her, whether he will be torn to pieces or held by her, he doesn't know.

The body in her arms was very quiet and very supple, and the cold breath on her body relieved the pain caused by the torture of thorns a lot.

Fu Cang sketched her slightly cool cheek with his thumb, and she hesitated to dodge it, and finally stopped moving, allowing him to pinch her chin and lift her face up.

Looking at each other, the dragon princess's gaze seemed to be hesitant, proud, and vigilant, as if to say: Look, you will still fall.

Yes, he will still fall.

Why him? Sophisticated and deep innocence, light and vicious methods, his dragon princess - why him?

Fu Cang hung her head with a hint of hatred, opened her mouth to bite her hateful and cute lips, she seemed to freeze, and soon began to struggle again, tearing and pulling his hair and neck indiscriminately. He tightened her arms to arms, and pressed the back of her staggering head with one hand, pressing her against himself.

The lips between his teeth were cold and soft, and he gradually let go of his teeth and rubbed them with his lips. Her flustered and rapid breathing sprayed on her face, and the whole world was her taste, the fragrance of tea, the incense of the Candle Yin clan, and the inexplicable smell of her body that only belonged to the dragon princess, which made him reject and indulge.

The entanglement between his lips made him unable to feed, Fu Cang suddenly left her a few inches, gasping slightly, looking at her rare flushed cheeks, the flickering thoughts in her eyes were covered by him with one hand.

“...... One more time. ”

He kissed her lightly on the lower lip, opened his mouth and took it in his mouth, as if he suddenly knew how to kiss it, and sucked it slowly, and all the shrunken and trembling between her lips and teeth could not be avoided. With a slight temptation, he licked her trembling tongue, and she screamed like anger in her throat, struggling harder, biting down on his lip.

Fu Cang turned his head to avoid it, suddenly hugged her, reflexively pressed against the bookshelf, and continued to cover her eyes, she wanted to speak, but her lips were blocked again.

Don't say anything, he doesn't want to hear anything now.

He took a slow, light bite on her lips, and then there seemed to be a fight between lips again, and he tangled with her.

The pain of the torture of thorns made him extremely sober and persistent. His dragon princess. He wanted to crumple her to pieces, but he couldn't, and he wanted to push her away, but he couldn't. Then kiss her, don't look at him, don't speak, and let him sink like that.

(Zilang Literature)