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The blood-red sunset gradually fades away at the end of the sky, and the night sweeps the earth, but the top of the stone forest rises out of thin air at sunset, a huge ancient city, red lacquered buildings, magnificent and magnificent, like a mirage, wonderful, brick by brick, full of mysterious ancient charm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info lights replace daylight, transparent and bright, like daylight. Look at the paper-cut red windows of high-rise buildings up close, the faint candlelight, the fluctuation of human figures, and the noisy sound resounding in the sky.

The ancient city has high walls, quiet buildings, light smoke and rain, leisurely pedestrians, and noisy long alleys. In ancient times, the slate was polished with a pleasant luster, reflecting the warm candle flame. The woman walked in the bluestone alley with a long light gauze skirt and a white flower oil umbrella on a blue background;

Fan Chen walked on the ancient city avenue, the ugly mask did not hide his extraordinary aura at all, and the passers-by retreated by themselves, not daring to approach half a step.

At the end of the ancient road, faint fireworks, rising, a red brick building, named Liuli Pavilion, singing every night, many women, gentle and coquettish, affectionate and comfortable, waiting for the lover.

Dusty stepped up the steps, silk robes flowing, silver hair dyed with a little drizzle. Keppel followed, silent, as air.

When the doorman saw the guest coming to the door, he hurriedly pushed open the cumbersome red lacquered door.

Fan Chen stepped into the threshold, and a woman in a plain dress and skirt stood in the corridor, leaning over softly when she saw people, pointing lightly with her soft arms, and guiding her way. The corridor on both sides is meandering, extending and shuttling between the buildings, the stone railings are transparent, such as Hetian jade, two rows of delicate red lanterns are hung under the pavilion, the glazed silk hangs low, elegant and chic.

Fan Chen followed the woman through the lobby, both men and women, all of them paused to look at the silver-haired young man, and when they saw him enter the inner hall, they all cast envious eyes.

The inner hall is still an extension of the corridor, the corridor is six meters wide, the corridor length is endless, and the left and right sides are separate private rooms, carved with exquisite patterns. In front of the door of the private room, there is a seat, and the woman kneels on it, all of them are fresh and refined, guarding the door, and when they see people passing by, they lower their eyebrows and lean over.

The woman who led the way stopped in front of the door of a private room and leaned down towards the dust. The woman who was kneeling on the seat got up, pushed open the wooden door, and when she saw Fan Chen enter the house, she closed the door again, kneeling on the seat, and her movements were soft.

Ji Po sat on the floor and did not enter the door.

The private room is exquisitely decorated, flashy but not false, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are all extinct celebrities. The private room is divided into two rooms, separated by a bead curtain, and the inner room is tiled with a round light-colored silk mat, and a small long table with low feet is placed on the seat, and a Nanmu guzheng is placed. The orchids are in full bloom, the air is fresh, but there is no one.

Fan Chen took off his mask, put it on the jade table, had no intention of drinking tea, just lying on the side of the couch, closing his eyes to rest, his long silver hair hanging down like a waterfall, beautiful as time stood still, and a faint sadness was revealed between the amorous eyebrows.

Once, the hand brushed the strings, the rhyme was clear, and the carmine was faint, but now it has been quietly silent, the beauty is no more, no one cares, only the empty pavilion is left, adding sadness in vain.

There was a long-lost commotion outside the door, and the woman got up to stop a man in fine clothes and said, "You can't enter." ”

"Why can't you enter?"

"Only this one can't be entered. ”

The women here are gentle and affectionate, humble and polite, but they are not lowly in status.

"Little girl, do you know who I am?" dare to stand in my way!" the man snapped.

"This is the incense pavilion of Mu Zhining, the princess of Liguo, and no one is allowed to enter. ”

"Liguo?" the man laughed, "That's the Lost Country! The princess is also a slave of the Lost Country!"

"You...... You impudent fanatic!"

"Get out of the way!" the man pushed away the delicate woman who was blocking the door.

Keppel secretly counted in his heart, one, two, three.

Ji Po counted to three, and the man in fancy clothes raised his leg and was about to kick the door, when three burly men ran up the corridor and rushed towards the man with a menacing attitude.

The man in the fancy suit was not good at stubble, and reacted quickly, and the leg that kicked towards the door shifted and kicked one of them. For a time, the four of them mingled.

When a fire broke out at the gate and affected the fish, Ji Po picked up the woman who had fallen to the ground and helped her aside to keep her away from the fighters. The woman was not surprised by a hand that appeared out of thin air, because everyone here knew that Fan Chen was followed by a transparent man named Ji Po.

"Annoying flies, disturbing idleness. ”

At the end of the corridor, a lazy and casual voice came out, I didn't see anyone, only heard his voice, sleepy, as if awake but not awake, tempting and seducing.

After a second, there is a "hiss" sound.

I saw a bewitching beautiful man appear behind the man in fancy clothes at some point, the snow-white fangs buried deep in the major arteries, and the bright and dazzling blood flowed from the neck. Without any struggle or wailing, the man in the fancy costume had already lost his breath.

"Lord Art. ”

All the women who were kneeling on the ground leaned down and saluted respectfully.

Art raised his head, his fangs retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he returned to a neat mouthful of teeth, the corners of his mouth still dripping with blood, which looked particularly ghostly compared to his fair face.

A woman stepped forward and offered a silk scarf in both hands.

Art picked up the silk scarf and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Ji Po, you old child, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you're not dead. Art said with a smile, with a hint of banter, and without waiting for Jippel to answer, he pushed the door open and entered the house.

What a demon male vampire!!!

"Oh, let me see, who's here?"

Art walked over to the silver-haired boy on the couch.

Fan Chen opened his eyes at this time, and the blue eyes were not a bewitching man, but a bewitching woman, beautiful for a hundred years, wearing wide men's clothes, smiling and smiling, a pair of tender eyes, an undyed and vermilion lip, hooking arc, light steps, walked to Fan Chen's side, she sat sideways on the couch, reached out and stroked his silver hair, leaned down, flowed down like flowing water, leaned on him, the petite and delicate body shrunk in the loose men's clothes, the low and wide neckline slipped from one side of the snow-white fragrant shoulders, and the seductive curve of the chest loomed, soul-catching, full of charm。 Cherry made a seductive female voice in her small mouth, a trace of grievance, a trace of coquettishness, "You irresponsible pavilion master, as soon as you leave, leave me alone, take care of this huge glazed pavilion, I don't know how to feel sorry for me, it took so long to come back, don't you know, those nasty flies are very annoying!"

"I'm not interested in men. ”

Fan Chen got up and said lightly.

"How many times have I told you, I'm a woman!" Art got up to follow, Jade twitched, unbuckled her belt, her light clothes slipped off the smooth and delicate skin, she tilted her head proudly, staring intently at Fan Chen, forcing him to look directly.

A picture of a naked woman forcibly reflected Fan Chen's blue eyes, and he wandered for a moment, but not because of the beautiful figure in front of him, but because of another person, where he seemed to have seen this similar scene.

"Damn!" Art scolded, it was a male voice, lifting the shirt at his ankles and putting it on at a very fast speed, so that he couldn't see the moment when the female body turned into a male body, and he couldn't see his ** male body either.

Yate's face was white and red, and he coughed twice in embarrassment, seeing Fan Chen's indifferent face, standing in front of him, he sneered embarrassedly twice, "Haha, the weather is good today!

"It's raining outside. Fan Chen said with a smile, waiting for Art to make a fool of himself.

Art turned to sit down on the stool, poured a glass of wine, drank it all, moistened his throat, and tapped his fingers unnaturally on the table, unable to speak.

"You say...... Next time, if I ...... What will happen if I really sleep with you?" the corners of Fan Chen's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled maliciously, he sat opposite Yate, and continued, "The figure is good, I have seen it countless times, and I still feel that the novelty is not tired......"

"Shut up, you damn thing!" Art flushed his neck, not to mention his cheeks at the moment.

Art has an untold secret, he is an "intersex", male and female, interchangeable, but not mixed, he is a man in addition to being charming, and she is also a standard woman, with a beauty and figure that any woman would envy. Under normal circumstances, Art is a man, but only seeing Fan Chen, Art's body will malfunction from time to time and uncontrollably become female, and it seems that he is still very obsessed with Fan Chen, which makes Art very distressed as a man.

"I didn't want to see it, every time you take off so quickly and so quickly, I don't have time to hide, do I?" Fan Chen took the flask from Art's hand, filled a glass for himself, and took a sip.

"I can't continue to be friends!"

A gust of wind rose beside Fan Chen, the door shook, and there was a "squeak" sound, and Art was no longer at the table.

Fan Chen put down his glass and said, "Come down." ”

Art sat on the beam, his legs hanging from the beam, leaning against the pillar with a depressed expression. At that moment, he did go out, but he quickly entered the door, and he was unhappy, and he went on the beam again. Art condescended, looking at Fan Chen's faintly exposed white neck, he licked his lips and said, "Fan Chen, do you believe that I sucked your blood dry?"

"Are you really willing?" asked Fan Chen defiantly, his long eyelashes like two folding fans, swept down lightly, reflected in the wine.

As a male, Arte really sucked up the dust, and it is estimated that the female Arter will commit suicide and die of both sexes.

"Well! don't talk about it!" said Art, jumping off the beam, "by the way, why have you disappeared for so long?" I suspect you've forgotten your way here, as if I was the lord here. ”

"I don't know. It's not that he doesn't know, but he doesn't want to know, and if he has to know a lot of things, he will feel very tired, so he won't look at everyone's dreams.

"Okay! You're indifferent again, then, Mu Zhining...... Don't you care?" Art turned around and sat down on the silk mat in the inner room, his index finger flicking on the zither to make a moving sound.

"Someone has seen her," Art said, glancing meaningfully at the dust outside the beaded curtain, "what is she going to do if she doesn't stay in this boudoir, and doesn't stay by your side?"

Mu Zhining appeared, which surprised Fan Chen, he raised his left hand, and the pattern at the tiger's mouth became active again, but he couldn't see any picture, even a Mu Zhining's face, he couldn't see it.

Seeing Fan Chen's thick eyebrows frowning slightly, Art asked, "Why? Can't see it?" Art gloated and opened the bead curtain, walked towards Fan Chen, put one hand on Fan Chen's left arm, and continued, "Many times, many things need to be seen with the real naked eye, not your hand. ”

"Where is she?"

"If you promise that the next time I get sick, you can stay away from me, and I will take you to see Mu Zhining. Art has always defined the transformation of his body as illness, after all, it is no different from illness, it is just as uncontrollable and annoying.

The seductive demon girl Yate, except for Fan Chen, no man should be able to resist, but Fan Chen can, he doesn't want to be in bed, a beautiful woman suddenly becomes a ** man, this picture is really terrible.

Seeing Fan Chen's acquiescence, Art took the lead in stepping out of the room.