blood sacrifice

It's just that Rong Ye doesn't want to explore, doesn't want to explore, and doesn't dare to explore. He would rather deceive himself and others to believe that it is just their admiration, sympathy, and expectation for the return of their clansmen and relatives, rather than other hidden things...

But now, even the only friend, the only friend whom he thinks he knows him best, and who has no direct interests but sincerely makes friends, actually thinks of him like this! ...

He struggled and resisted with all his strength, but he couldn't shake a bit. Mou bit Liaofeng's mouth with all his strength, but in exchange for more violent aggression like a storm.

Dissatisfied with Rong Ye's struggle and resistance, the Elf King withdrew his hand from the back of Rong Ye's neck, moved it to his lower jaw, and exerted force.

There was an unbearable muffled sound of the mandible, the dislocated mandible could no longer be closed, Rong Ye could only open his mouth and let Liaofeng kiss wantonly.

=== Pull the light Pull the light ===

Pushing the door open, Rong Ye was shocked when he saw the man sitting upright on the bed with most of his figure hidden in the shadow, and then smiled wryly.

Just now in the main hall, he was so cheerful and happy, but now he came here to play the show of affection?Why bother!

Rong Ye walked into the room as if no one was there, wanting to pour himself a glass of water.

Holding down Rong Ye's hand holding the teapot, looking at his extremely pale face under the moonlight, Mozun's expression hidden in the darkness became more serious: "What did you do?"

"What does it have to do with you?" The jawbone that was just picked up was abnormally sore and painful, "I can't get out of the Palace of Demons anyway, can I?"

I'm afraid I'm used to the feeling of having a fixed person by my side, I'm afraid I'm used to the indifferent attitude, I'm afraid I'm used to the expression that pretends to be calm but nervous and shy, I'm afraid I'm used to the inherent faint fragrance, the rumors around me Constantly, although not afraid, but extremely irritable.

Deliberately letting him go at the banquet, deliberately ignoring his words and deeds, deliberately indulgently flirting with men and women who want to flirt, but the soft and beautiful outline always pops up in my mind unexpectedly , arrogant, indifferent, ashamed...

Everything about him, every frown, smile, and every action seemed to be deeply ingrained in his bone marrow, but when he looked back, there was no sign of him in the corner where he was always there, and looking around was still fruitless!

Annoyedly dismissing everyone, no longer has the heart to face the flattering faces, even if they are delicate and beautiful, even if they are just watching from the sidelines, but at this moment all they think about is that damned angel!

Thinking of Liao Feng mentioning the purpose of coming here, an inexplicable killing intent could not help but rise in his heart.

Even if he gets tired of playing with his things, he should not be easily contaminated by others, let alone he is not yet tired of playing!Hearing the news from You and knowing that the two of them really have a deep friendship, I actually felt a little uneasy in my heart...

For a while, the world was spinning, the darkness was no longer there, and the surrounding halls were brightly lit and fragrant.

Seeing the so-called gloomy expression of the man in front of him, Rong Ye couldn't help laughing, who is this acting for? !

The huge hall was brightly lit, and two entangled figures stood in the middle, facing each other, silent.

Unwilling to believe the rewards from below, she stubbornly wanted to give him a chance to prove that it was all fake, but seeing her face in front of her was extremely pale but her usually indifferent water-colored lips were extraordinarily red and swollen, her blue eyes became more serious.

"What are you doing?" The cold voice that was almost squeezed out between the teeth to pretend to be calm made Rong Ye not help but chuckle.

"How can you not know with the supernatural powers of Lord Mozun?" He pretended to be cautious and flattered, "Why don't you tell me what answer you want to hear, isn't it just a sentence, it seems that you have been eating for so many days For my sake, I have to say something to you, right?"

Melting Ye's attitude is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Before Rong Ye could react, he was mercilessly thrown on the bed by the Mozun, no matter how soft the brocade couch was, it couldn't help being thrown to pieces.

The black shadow approached, and the strong sense of oppression was suffocating.

"I think it's true that you have had too many good days, making you forget your identity!" Mozun sneered, his blue eyes were icy cold.