Chapter 35: The Disaster of the Spring Festival

The bright moonlight is not afraid of the wind and snow, reflecting the fragrance of the sky, and the cold wind whines, like the sound of celebrations before the spring night, and the shivering trees sway, falling down a little starlight. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a unique wonder of the Purple Imperial Castle.

The dim hazy light shrouded the fragrant boudoir, and the faint fragrance of virgins wafted around, like a soul seducing grass, continuing the heartstrings and seducing the three souls and seven spirits of men.

Qianqian's jade hand slowly slid down from the handsome cheeks along the groove of Zhao Haochen's broad and strong chest, caressing the tense heartstrings in the young man's heart, and a desire in his heart was like the spring breeze in March carrying the power of the flame to be extinguished, and the heart of the first brother of the twenty-first century was soaring.

The beautiful breath filled every cell in his body, the fire of desire seemed to touch dry wood, and it could no longer be contained, and the male domineering and hot love that belonged to the unique male suddenly burst out, turned over and jumped, and pressed the beauty under him......

Outside the window, the wind tore at the surging black clouds, and a great darkness shrouded the sleeping town, and the flying snowflakes were dense and fell in the tyrannical cold wind. Inside the house, the smell of spring mating was permeated, beautiful and quiet, through the hazy gauze tent, two vague figures lingered, and the thick heat passed through the space and escaped into the raging blizzard.

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The sun is already clear and shining at this moment, through the thin clouds, unscrupulously sprinkled on the earth, the whistling wind and snow have disappeared, only the heavy white snow is piled up on the ground, and from time to time the fluffy branches shake down the snow, and the dazzling light shoots into Zhao Haochen's eyes.

Zhao Haochen was just about to struggle to stand up, stretched out his hand to block the dazzling light, and struggled twice, "Don't struggle!" The sweet voice was a little more charming, Feiyan dragged her cheeks, and looked at Zhao Haochen's delicate face with a smile.

"What a handsome boy, if I want to slaughter you with a knife, I'm still a little reluctant!" Feiyan covered her cherry-like mouth, embarrassed but very heartbroken chuckled, the exquisite dagger engraved with the pattern in her hand grazed Zhao Haochen's face, the cold and sharp blade was like the tentacle of an octopus, and her heart trembled.

"Big ...... The eldest sister ...... "looked at Feiyan, who was tactful and tender but with a hint of domineering, with a bitter gourd face, her towering sword eyebrows were low and low, and her eyes were like a clear spring with pitiful pleading, her feet were raised, and she sat up suddenly.

"Eldest sister, where is your talented eldest sister? Am I that old? Ah! You are going to talk about it today!" At this moment, the amorous Feiyan is like a heifer with a strong hair, her eyes are wide, she is angry, and she looks vicious, glaring at Zhao Haochen.

Forehead!

A helpless look appeared on Zhao Haochen's handsome face, his mouth opened slightly, and his four shining eyes seemed to see a national treasure-level panda, and the brilliance of curiosity was transmitted, and he was speechless in surprise.

"Have you seen this divine weapon?" A cold smile filled her smiling face, cold and proud, her eyes flashed with Qiji's light, her slender legs exposed in the cold wind seemed to be untouched, and her eyes were full of flying knives inserted in the pool of blood.

Several dark red throwing knives surged and tumbled in the pool of blood, floating and sinking. The blade that had been drunk with blood seemed to be sacrificed with blood, like the scythe of death, eerie and terrifying, and sank with a clatter.

But that eerie and terrifying feeling still enveloped Zhao Haochen.

The helplessness had turned into nine clouds of smoke, and the moment he saw the flying knife, he suddenly dissipated, and his face was pale and bloodless. His gaze kept dodging, his blazing eyes became dim at the moment, diffusing an aura of fear and horror, and his mind frantically recalled the fragment just now.

The tyrannical wind and snow collided endlessly, the sky and the earth were covered with ice and snow, and the steep and steep cliffs were also white, and there were no strange rocks or winding thousands of miles.

Looking around, the white ocean was turbulent and undulating, surging waves, between the white waves, the bloody red stung his eyeballs, the fishy smell made Zhao Haochen bend down, his stomach turned over for a while, the viscous liquid dripped down the corners of his mouth, and the bile was quickly covered by ice and snow.

The high bulges were covered with ice and snow, and Zhao Haochen stared at it for a long time, and then he vaguely recognized that this was a steep cliff, standing tall. At the bottom is a dark red crater that looks like a swamp. The dark red plasma slowly wriggled and a huge bubble bubbled up from time to time, and a disgusting fishy smell gushed up.

Several small and delicate knives stood in the blood water, and the smelly plasma kept pouring on it, washing and washing, each time, the luster on the surface of the blade would be more shiny, and the subtle moans in the viscous plasma were intermittent, very painful.

"You...... ...... the hell What are you going to do?" The bloodless face trembled endlessly, and in the cold wind, he didn't even feel the coldness brought by the cold, and his eyes were full of fear and disgust.

Feiyan covered her mouth, smiled softly, and explained slowly without hurrying.

"The night style and spring are very good, presumably the young man will not forget last night's romance! Yan'er doesn't ask for much, but I can't hide it, this blood pool in front of me is all made of the bones and blood of you stinky men. ”

Zhao Haochen's little face suddenly changed color, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something terrifying, and his whole body trembled unconsciously.

The way of the divine soldier, the soldier can be psychic, must be sacrificed with blood, and the flesh and blood are fed, which is a divine soldier. Blood raises soldiers, Yan'er is very afraid. Saying this, Feiyan clasped her hands tightly, looking pitiful as a helpless little girl.

Feiyan looked very distressed, grabbing the hair on her head, the cold wind was cold, and she was sassy and heroic, but Zhao Haochen seemed to see a devil, moving his steps with difficulty on the cold snow.

Yan'er was in the Qinglou, so she had no choice but to think of a good way to get the best of both worlds. The wind and snow blew on her snow-white fur, and her beautiful appearance was breathtaking, and she suddenly realized.

Merry has to pay a price, Feiyan grabbed Zhao Haochen's chin and looked at him with a smile, with a cold breath on the corner of her mouth.

After the merger, your blood will carry my breath, and it is self-evident to give birth to divine weapons, but there is a shortcoming, the amount of blood required is too large.

A huge shock enveloped him!