"If you want to divert my attention, if you want me not to arrest him, Lord Shangshu has to take the initiative to dedicate himself."

The red-clothed tyrant who was pressing on him straightened up, his remaining two legs straddling his waist, and the golden bells on his ankles peeked out from under the red robes.

He looked condescendingly at the person he was holding down, half of his amazing face hidden in the shadows.

"I knew that this would make the teacher obedient, and I wouldn't have pressed him on the fiefdom and prevented him from entering the imperial capital."

Beitang watched his movements in the cold night, almost forgetting the pain in his chest for a while, seeing him as he spoke, his slender fingers came to his waist, untied the intricately patterned belt, and the tight robe suddenly scattered, revealing the moonlight-like skin underneath.

"But you don't have to think about running, if you dare to run, I'll lock you up—"

The beautiful king watched as the eyes of the people below him fell on the belt in his hand, and then, as if offended, his slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth spilled blood.

Seeing that blood line, the emperor's gaze turned cold: "You really don't want to." ”

But this coldness was only for a moment, like a change of face, and he quickly showed that gentle and cruel smile on his face again, and wrapped the belt in his hand around the other party's wrist.

Trapped in this body, the Sword Venerable who was tormented by pain with every emotion heard him say, "...... The teacher wants to know one thing, and the more reluctant you are, the more excited I become. The cave room is a candle night, I will never stop just because you vomit two mouthfuls of blood, the teacher had better swallow the blood back. ”

Looking at his blood-stained lips and frowning eyebrows in pain, the bloodthirsty and tyrannical evil thoughts in the heart of the superior were completely ignited, his eyes sank, and he threw down the hand that was only halfway tied by the belt and leaned over and kissed it directly.

It's not like a kiss.

The person who pressed on him was more like trying to dismantle him and eat him, in a completely different style than in a cave.

Coupled with the distraction from the throbbing pain from his heart and the blackening in front of him, Beitang couldn't tell if the person in front of him was the person he was looking for in this bloody kiss.

But even so, the familiar lust burned completely in him.

The king who pressed on him felt the heat rising in his lower abdomen, as if a mark was burning on it.

The red-clothed king, who had never suppressed himself, reached out and tore open the belt of the person under him, and as he transferred the kiss to his neck, he tore off the outer robe that the palace people had put on him when he was unconscious.

The emperor who reigns over the world is also accustomed to absolute control between the bed, and originally wanted to complete his unfinished actions in the kiss, tying the hands of the people under him, but he felt that one hand fell on his waist, full of control.

The tyrant narrowed his eyes and straightened up from the bed.

He looked at the beauty with messy clothes and a little red mark on her skin, and looked at those eyes for a moment, and then a somewhat unexpected light appeared in her eyes: "The teacher wants to go to me?" ”

There was a moment of silence in the bed.

After a while, Beitang's voice that got rid of the pain in the cold night sounded for the first time tonight, as smooth and calm as anyone else: "Since Your Majesty said that you like me, how much can you do for me?" ”

"Please me and prove it to me."

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Seventeen 2021/10/14 23:06:02

Laughed at me

Self-righteous 1

Hugging 2021/10/14 23:09:03

Hahahahaha

It's like the villain always has to say a lot when he catches the protagonist

One was suddenly caught and attacked

He's also going to give a speech

Seventeen 2021/10/14 23:19:01

Ha and hahahahaha

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In fact, if you think about it, Brother Chu can't help it, whoever makes Beitang's mood fluctuate and is severely interrupted and can't speak (

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Chapter 72

The king in red and black hair stretched out his hand, and the red silk tent fell.

His voice sounded softly in the tent, and there was a strange light in his eyes: "This is the teacher's own provocation, don't let me down." ”

As soon as the words fell, his temperament changed subtly.

The flamboyant, high-ranking brutality is gone, and all that remains is the pride of conquest.

Beitang's hand was still on his waist, and he leaned down towards him.

In the ambiguous light that penetrated through the red silk tent, the emperor's eyes and voice became different from before, as if he had changed from a hunter to a bewitching prey.

Although in this illusion, Chu Yiyang has always been a superior and a character who is pleased, but he proves that even if he has amnesia, he is still the young master of the Hehuan Sect, and every inch of his body can be turned into a weapon to capture prey.

Whether it's his fingers or his lips, it's like magic, and every place he touches it burns with burning flames.

And the string of golden bells on his ankles, which make a soft sound with the movements of his master, can arouse the most secret desires in the hearts of men.

The night breeze blowing outside the window could not extinguish the heat in the tent, and a peach blossom was swept by the wind and fell on the shoulders of the old eunuch guarding the door of the palace.

The old eunuch who stood guard here dutifully with a whisk of dust between his arms looked over his shoulder, and then raised his hand to brush away the annoying peach blossoms.

After brushing the petals, he lowered his hand and looked at the sky on a spring night.

Today is the great day of His Majesty, and the guards have all been banished to a distance from this palace, and he is the only one who is here to guard.

The old eunuch sighed with emotion, From now on, Your Majesty will get his wish.

With Bai Shangshu by his side, the anger in his temperament may also be able to be reduced.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze from the starry sky, thought for a moment, and listened to the movement in the hall.

The faint sounds coming from the depths of the palace, especially the faint bells, were rhythmic, occasionally vibrating.

Even if he can't see the situation inside, through such an ambiguous sound, it seems to present the picture in front of him.

Rao is old eunuch is well-informed, and he couldn't help but blush, and hurriedly stood up straight outside the hall, and said secretly in his heart: "I hope Your Majesty will not be unrestrained, and I also hope that Lord Shangshu can hold on." ”

In the distance, a group of guards carrying lamps had just patrolled under the palace wall, and several black shadows in night clothes jumped over from the other side of the wall and silently picked up the wall in the night wind.

All of them had their weapons painted black and did not reflect in the night, and they all wore masks on their faces, leaving only one pair of eyes outside.

Looking at the palace with lights on but no one guarding it, and seeing the old eunuch guarding the palace gate alone, the leader of this group of black-clothed people raised his hand and made a movement, signaling them to follow him around the back of the palace.

The night breeze blew in through the unclosed window, blowing the red silk tent and fluttering, faintly revealing the entangled figure inside.

The peach blossom petals that had been blown in from the outside piled up on the ground and were pushed towards the depths of the palace.

Suddenly, the bell rang in the tent, and someone laughed.

The red silk tent fluttered up violently with the movements of the people inside, revealing the faces of the inferior when it fell.

The king, lying on the pillow, was disheveled and bare-chested, and his eyes had a mischievous light.

He looked at the person who had suppressed him in turn, at the face with mood swings in front of him, and at the person who looked like an immortal being pulled down from the clouds by himself and stained with the filth of the red world, he only deeply felt that this game was too interesting.

Beitang saw him looking at him on a cold night, his left leg, which was still free, rubbed gently between the soft brocade quilts, and the golden bell on his ankle made an intermittent sound between rubbing: "Teacher, how good is it for me?" ”

There was no need to answer this question, but he knew it by listening to the disordered breath of the other person in the tent, and seeing his increasingly red lips and completely black eyes.

The red-clothed tyrant, who had little experience of being suppressed, but who didn't feel any discomfort at the moment, looked at him and saw that the hand that was as slender as jade, but had been pushing himself away, was reaching for the side of his face.

The fingertips had no weight, and they ran down his chest like feathers, making him breathe.

He was able to make an impact on his teachers.

His teacher also had a great influence on him.

It's just that the man who was looking at him deeply didn't move as he thought.

When the cool fingertips were leaving his loose shirt, his teacher took something from the side.

The red-clothed tyrant turned his gaze to his other hand, and saw that it was Fang himself who had taken off the belt that bound his hands.

The soft red fabric was picked up by the man in the white tunic and blindfolded over his eyes.

The red cloth blocked the eyes that made people want to be stared at all the time, and compared with his pale complexion and long black hair, it presented a thrilling beauty.

Seeing the pair of slender hands grasping the ends of the belt and tying a knot at the back of his head, and then putting it down again, the smile in the tyrant's eyes faded instantly: "The teacher just doesn't want to see my face?" ”

The person in front of him made such a move, which made him feel that his behavior was like a joke.

But before he could get angry, the hands that had taken up the belt fell back on him again, with a burning heat, and a more undisguised desire for control than before.

"Nope."

Without vision, trapped in this body and without consciousness, you can only rely on your hands, touch, and body temperature to determine the person in front of you.

It's like being in a cave.

Beitang Hanye leaned closer to him, his voice so soft that it almost whispered, "This is to see you better." ”

The bright red robe was torn apart, and the layers of fabric bloomed like an epiphany at his fingertips, and in this space, it seemed that only the fierce heartbeat of the two was left.

Surrendering to the oppression of others for the first time, the violent and perverse king felt from his fingertips and palms a longing, a quest, and an even more fiery, almost loving illusion while being aroused by the heat of his body and the vivid magic patterns spreading out from under his skin.

A slightly confused look appeared on his face, but when the other party approached him, his body naturally pressed against him, opening up to him, and his arms were also free from the restraints of his robes and wrapped around the shoulders and neck of the person on his body.

The brocade was rubbed into a mess, and the golden bell came out messily from behind the red silk tent.

Kitado held his face in the cold night and exchanged kisses with him, and the warm response he received from him was still tyrant-like, as if the kiss had also become a belligerent.

The body in his arms is a slender body that belongs to a young man, and unlike the slenderness of a young man, it clings to him closely.

Jian Zun's fingertips trembled slightly, and he slid down his slender calves under his robe, touching the ringing golden bell.

Just a little bit.