blood sacrifice

The eyes should be emerald green and moist, but even if they are in love, they still try their best to maintain a bit of coolness. appearance, but always fell because of his deliberate push-up, and then became even more annoyed and frustrated...

It should be like this, it should be like this...

Thinking of Rong Ye again, that water-colored figure, elegant and chic, with silver hair, shiny and smooth.

Wanting to subconsciously search for that figure, Liao Feng's half-smiley joke suddenly echoed in his ears: I came here for you, a newcomer, and I want to see what kind of master Lian Mozun is. Adults are fascinated~

Angry and sulking, I wanted to kill. It was because I didn't understand what love was and what jealousy was. I deliberately let everything go unnoticed, tried my best not to think about that person, and devoted myself wholeheartedly to the sensuality in front of me. Dissatisfaction and anger turned into powerful impacts.

Running wildly, watching the man below him moaning and shouting crazily, but after all, he lost interest, after all, he couldn't restrain his desire to see that man, even if it was as indifferent as always, even if it was just for a while. They looked at each other coldly, but they always thought...

Sitting in Rong Ye's room, his nostrils were filled with the scent that only belonged to him, and the vaguely undissipated cold fragrance made people so intoxicated.

Seeing him limping into the house, the news reported by his subordinates just now could not help but be confirmed. The unspeakable raging and angry killing intent in his heart was surging, but he turned a blind eye to himself!

He knew that because of his personality, he must be forced, and he knew that he must be unwilling, but why did he act so calmly as if nothing had happened? Could it be that he really didn't care about these things?

Why is he always so indifferent to himself, is he indifferent to what he does? !

At that time, I didn't know what to do to make him willing to move for me, but I was dazzled by anger, I only knew how to beat Chi Chen, stubbornly conquering his body, as if this could conquer his heart generally……

Even at that time, I seemed to know why he wanted his heart ignorantly...

Getting angry for him, slaughtering the common people for him, just looking at the sword light that was about to touch him, he was already at a loss and forgot what kind of magic or weapon, and used his body to block the assassin's sword for him in a daze, but why? In just a split second, the long sword buried in his heart was stabbed by himself...

Melting night... Melting night...

It is because I know that I love you that I became so cowardly and unable to be as unscrupulous as before. Because of the wrong hand injury, I dare not chase, dare not force, I can only stay here and wait quietly, imagining that there may be a chance to explain, imagining Thinking that maybe you are still willing to go back to yourself, dreaming that you might be able to see your figure again with the strength of wine...

With a sound of "squeak", the palace door was gently pushed open, and Mozun blinked numbly his blue eyes, which were steamed by alcohol, his eyes were hazy, but the ensuing skirt of aqua-colored clothes made Mozun feel as if he had been hurt. Immediately, like an electric shock, he sat upright, a little bit clearer.

He has always liked to wear white, and white suits him very well, but he always feels that he in white clothes has a faint aura of repelling others thousands of miles away, a faint indifference, like an exiled fairy who has not fallen into the world of mortals, and he will never be able to grasp it. , as if he would escape from his hand at any moment, and disappeared completely in a wisp of green smoke.

So I threw away his white clothes collectively and ordered him not to wear white clothes. If he wore them, he could only wear aqua. Although it was still close to white, the light aqua was obviously more popular than white. No longer far behind, no longer so cold and indifferent.

Until the corner of the clothes slightly raised and swayed in front of him, his Demon Lord Ling Xu didn't dare to raise his head, for fear that the dream would come too suddenly, that the dream would come too real, or that the dream would come too shocking. People are surprised, as long as they raise their heads, they will disappear and never return.

"Xu..."

Just a soft murmur was enough to make the Mozun shudder, every pore in his body was clamoring for excitement, bursts of paralyzing madness hit his brain directly, telling his thoughts.

She raised her head sharply, and met those green eyes that were as moist as water, her fair and delicate cheeks, her water-colored lips, and her slightly raised arc that always looked like a smile when she was not smiling. Someone once said that smiling lips are the most beautiful lip shape, slightly curved The eyebrows and eyes are so familiar and so fascinating.

Mozun stood up abruptly and wrapped him in his arms, almost strangling him to death, as if he would disappear in front of his eyes as long as he was negligent.

Burying his face into his shoulders, as proud as he was at this moment, he also shed scalding tears.

Even if it is a dream... as long as you are willing to come back, even if it just appears in a dream...

If it is really a dream, as long as it is a dream accompanied by you, I would rather never wake up! ...

"Xu..."

Eagerly, she turned her head to find the warm and soft water-colored lips, and swallowed the whispered call.

Crazy eager but yet tender and lingering kiss, long and sensational.

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