[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

The moonlight disappeared, the lights were dim, what Mu Chenfeng wanted to say was swallowed, and the hot air he exhaled temporarily blinded his sight, and Jiang Yan's trembling eyelashes under half-drooped eyelids were in the haze.

This is not the first time the two have kissed, but they had their own standpoints and thoughts in the past. There is no time like this time that they have shrugged off their responsibilities and morals, put aside their past grievances and wholeheartedly wanted to please each other.

Jiang Yan is extremely familiar with this, but Mu Chenfeng's kiss back seemed particularly jerky, because he had never dared to respond to him, Jiang Yan's cold thin lips pressed against him, and he didn't know what to do at all, he just tilted his neck a little in his mind Kissing back, a bit of warmth spread from the lips.

Subtle movements are enough to express his heart, and enough to ignite a prairie fire. Jiang Yan pressed his lips and squinted at him, discerning a little sweet fragrance like plum blossoms from his clean and deserted breath, which was as clean as frost and snow, and couldn't help but send people back. Clenched tightly, the tip of the tongue scraped across the teeth and then easily pried it open, and then lowered the head to poke in, tasting the sweetness in the warm interior.

Only now did Mu Chenfeng realize that his kissing skills are so good, the light hook of his tongue was just right to tease him to chase after him, and when he stretched out his tongue, he was suddenly involved in entanglement, the gentle lick seemed to tease people's reason a little bit. Even if it is as jerky as he is, he gradually knows how to respond.

This is not a playful embellishment, nor a temptation that dare not touch it, nor is it fierce without punishment. This is a kiss in the real sense, with lips and teeth intertwined, tongues entangled, the coolness gradually becomes scorching, and it tastes like aromatic wine. People who don't know what □□ is can feel their soul throbbing, making them deeply trapped and unable to extricate themselves.

It's too early to meet, and it's too late to meet each other, the noise from the other side gradually becomes inaudible, the cold wind hits the face like soft catkins, and the square inch of each other's embrace is the whole world.

Jiang Yan's cold body had become a little hot. He loosened his lips and tongue and raised his head in the still Qingming, brushing away the side hair on his forehead that was blown by the wind, and said: "Mu Daochang, you haven't answer my question."

With the cold wind pouring into his nose and mouth, Mu Chenfeng took a breath, opened his eyes and saw his deep eyes, and shook his head in puzzlement.

"You, don't you hate me?" He picked a few strands of his hanging hair and stuck them to his lips, looking at his reddish face and asked again.

Mu Chenfeng was silent when he heard the words, and his expression disappeared after the burning heat on his face faded. It was not until Jiang Yan hugged him tightly against the cold wind that he said with difficulty: "I killed you, didn't I?"

He spoke very softly, without any ups and downs, but sounded very desolate, which made Jiang Yan fall silent, and for the first time, he didn't smile back.

Mu Chenfeng lay on his shoulder and said nothing, sniffing the faint fragrance from his blood and burying his face in his hair.

He may have hated him before, but now he doesn't know who to hate.He ignored it for a long time, and even forgot why he entered the camp and why he swung his sword. Looking back, he was stuck in the quagmire of the glamorous camp and couldn't get out.Even if you have stepped forward firmly and gone through dark and dark sorrows and joys, you will find in the end that there is no real righteousness in this world.No matter who keeps saying that the grandeur will last forever or be free and easy, whoever gets involved in this endless dispute will not be really clean.

He killed Haoqi, and because he killed the wicked, he finally killed himself; he thought he eliminated evil and promoted good, and did the right way, but in the end he still killed his allies, fought against his former comrades-in-arms, and even killed him. Many lives were lost.He and him are actually no different.

Xu is the extreme calm after the turbulent waves, Mu Chenfeng can face the past calmly, the sky is clear and the sun is clear, and each other's well-being is already an extravagant hope, and hugging him at this time is already enough.He didn't wait for Jiang Yan to speak for a long time, so he turned his head to look at him in doubt. Unexpectedly, when he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of his pierced ears, and suddenly felt disappointed.

There used to be a fiery red earring like blood and tears hanging there. It was the fate that Jiang Yan could not break free, and it was the shackles of his self-restraint. Now he removed it, leaving only a small hole, which is the trace of years of melancholy. It is also a proof that he abandoned the past and chose to stand with him.

Mu Chenfeng was a little dazed looking at it, and couldn't help stretching out his fingertips to touch his earlobe, and then said in his hesitation after trembling slightly: "If there is hatred, it is because you didn't give me a chance to choose, just let me do it like this." I killed you. Jiang Yan, I will never forgive you in this life. "

"At the beginning, it was a dead end no matter which way you went. How would you choose?" He uttered words of hatred for him like gossip, and when he heard what seemed to be an oath saying "I will remember you" in his ears, Jiang Yan was rubbed by his earlobe. Feeling uncomfortable, he finally made a muffled sound, squeezed his hand and rubbed it into his palm, held his face with the other hand and forced him to look at himself, and said, "Now I let you choose, do you know what I am? As an evil, do you want to fall into the endless hell with me?"

There is always a sinister oppressive force in the eyes of thousands of flowers, but now he is staring at him with extreme anxiety, revealing a faint heartache and anxiety, emotions and people are as if buried in a cold shadow, and there is no light.

Mu Chenfeng raised his eyes to meet him, and nodded under the shackles of his burning palm: "Yes."

He only uttered one word, but he was so firm that no one could speculate, his eyelashes moved slightly to let out the starry sky, and before Jiang Yan could say anything else, he raised his head and kissed his open thin lips.

He had never died in battle with his mighty body, so he fell into a demon together with him.Amendment is not blessed, evil is not to be expected, so why not fall?

Jiang Yan stared at his slightly frowning brows, as if he saw his decision to commit the same crime with him, the tempting warmth and softness between his lips and teeth made him unconsciously hug him and kiss him deeply, and his fingers slid across his fair neck Going around to the back of his head and inserting force into his hair, what should have been a gentle kiss became heavy and hot.

The exchanged breath and body fluid mixed with each other's scents, and the lips that were rubbed together were slightly painful. Mu Chenfeng gradually couldn't breathe because he grabbed too hotly, and occasionally called for a quick breath but was forced to make a sound, low from his throat It sounded like whimpering, almost destroying one's sanity, even if he noticed it and suppressed his vocal cords, it wouldn't help.

The indifferent puppet knows that showing love is tantamount to fatal attraction. When love turns into desire, it is out of control. Jiang Yan's sense is much sharper than before. He hugs his thin body for fear of losing control. After the passionate kiss, only a little bit of clarity remains. When the cold wind suddenly picked up, she left him suddenly, and picked up his knees to hug him in the next moment.

The robe flew up and blocked his sight, and Mu Chenfeng was terrified when he lifted his feet off the ground. Even though there were few people here, this move was too presumptuous and ostentatious.Fearing that people would recognize them and cause trouble, he hurriedly said to him amidst the wind: "Let go."

Jiang Yan turned a deaf ear, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, his head was lowered to avoid the low-hanging branches, and he jumped towards the terrace extending along the tall building to the river.

Mu Chenfeng leaned against his chest, stretched out his hand to pick up the loose long hair behind his back, raised his head and caught a glimpse of his reddish phoenix eyes that were barely looking forward, and couldn't help trembling.

Jiang Yan felt his sudden tension, lowered his eyelids to look at him, landed steadily by the window of the guest house with light work, and whispered to him: "Don't let go."

The previous corpse has been cleaned up, and the fallen interior has been placed and straightened. Only two people were left to search for traces of the assassin in the house. He clasped his fists, and then quickly left as if avoiding the plague with his approval.

After a few ding-dong sounds from the bead curtain, Mu Chenfeng returned to calm. Mu Chenfeng was held tightly in Jiang Yan's arms and walked away. Even when he turned his neck, he could only see half of the room. What he saw was that the stove was dimmed and the lights were about to go out. He had packed up the bed where he was going to sleep before, the curtain was half tied, the quilt was lifted at one corner, and the cushion was still leaning against the soft pillow.

Jiang Yan walked over with him in his arms, and put him down on the mattress where the quilt was lifted. Then he let go of the strength in his hand, leaned over to snatch a lingering kiss, and leaned into his ear and said, "Isn't the endless hell?" It’s so easy, you still don’t know anything, Daoist Mu.”

He spoke ambiguously but without frivolously, the desire was hidden deep in his throat and he was so low and hoarse that he could hardly hear it. Before Mu Chenfeng could answer, Jiang Yan had already walked away with his back on his back, and went around the screen to close the door and window in a serious manner. Carefully re-igniting the stove, twisting the charcoal clips with long fingers, bending over and hanging hair to draw a graceful silhouette by the window in the warming winter night.

"Jiang Yan." Mu Chenfeng sat up propped up, looked at his back and called him, "It doesn't matter if I know it or not, just a word of truth in 'words' is enough."

He spoke his words of respect very calmly, Jiang Yan turned around in panic, only caught a little of his flashing smile that seeped into his eyes, and in the flickering lights, he seemed to see the person who was in danger in Cangshan Erhai and stayed with him again. Mu Chenfeng in one place.

He wanted him to tell the truth, and he said it was his selfishness, so he didn't ask cause and effect.

Jiang Yan saw him sitting under the quilt with peace of mind, a few locks of messy hair leaking from under the pine hairpin, his slightly open neckline was covered with pale skin that was a bit bleak, and he had lost a lot of weight these days, vaguely It can be seen that the slightly disheveled clothes are supported by the shoulder bones, and the hem is just so rolled up and wrinkled under the body.But he saw that his eyes were pure and flawless, making him seem to see a young Daoist who was not deeply experienced in the world and undefended, and it was like a white snow and moon hitting the dark ground and reflected into him. heart.

"Silly boy." He only said this with a movement of his eyes, took off his cloak and slowly came to him, peeping nervously under his calm and almost fake gaze, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

There is a difference in age between the two of them, and the only one in the world who would call him that is probably the pensive Wanhua in front of him.Mu Chenfeng was not used to being addressed like this, so he frowned slightly when he heard it, but when he raised his eyes again, he had already leaned over to exchange kisses with him.

This time he kissed very meticulously and patiently, and after lightly touching his lips, he only tasted it briefly, and waited until he closed his eyes to return the kiss before gradually entangled with him. His hot palm covered his hand on his lap, and then clenched it tightly. When he was half in a daze, he listened again:

"I love you."

The three words are simple and straightforward but powerful, and they are more deafening than those gorgeous rhetoric that tell each other their hearts.Mu Chenfeng suddenly opened his eyes wide, taking a panoramic view of his rarely seen gentle face, he forgot to breathe for a moment.

"The truth you want can be revealed by the sun and the moon." Jiang Yan added with a smile, raised his hand and pulled out his wooden hairpin to untie his hair. His clear facial features, all the way from the corner of the mouth to the bridge of the nose and then to the center of the eyebrows.

The author has something to say: For Jiang Yan, the polite "I am happy with you" and "The sea is dry and rocky" are not as good as the most straightforward "I love you". There is no way, this sentence is the most effective

This pair of Huayang's car is much more difficult to drive than Shuiyue's Huayang group, with greater resistance, more knots, more estrangements, more questions, and a chapter is only a few kisses.

jj can only go to this level, and maybe lock the river crab or something, anyway, the car hasn't finished driving yet, and when it finishes driving, the station will probably be at wb