When the black-bellied fox Gong meets the cold, gorgeous and cute Shou

Six Monarchs' Courtyard, in the Lanzhi Pavilion where the Youji Palace is located, was supposed to be the place where the owner of the Youji Palace lived. On the spacious big bed, two people were tightly entwined.

"Qiu, bear with it for a while, bear with it for a while..."

"Ah... bastard... I want to kill you..."

"Don't cry...tomorrow you will forget it, Qiu...tomorrow, we will be strangers again..."

"I will remember...remember to kill you..."

"Heh... If you can really remember, if you hate me, why not..."

In the darkness, it is unknown whose tears fell on whose lips, with astringent bitterness, mixed with the body fluid in each other's mouths, and were forced to swallow into their stomachs.The scorching heat slid down the mouth into the stomach pouch, and the heart of the burnt person felt a pain in the heart.

The left hand, which is used to holding the long sword, raised slightly and slipped down along the long hair on the body. Ah Qiu opened his eyes wide and asked dully in the darkness: "Did I... know you before?"

What answered him was that more violent impact mixed with joy...

Well, I recognize it, more than I recognize it, my autumn...

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The infinite spring in the room was covered by the darkness, bringing a heavy pain.

Yu Youming turned his head to look at the moonlight outside the window, his eyes paused when he touched the blood crabapple in the front yard of Lanzhi Pavilion, and ordered to the palace guards guarding the door: "Do your best to protect the people inside." After speaking, he turned around Then go outside the door.

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The moonlight tonight is a little frighteningly cool, looking up among the blood-red crabapple flowers, the crescent moon with a faint yellow light seems to be stained with a little reddish.

The woman in red was standing under a blood crabapple tree. She originally had a pair of charming and affectionate eyebrows, but deep in those eyes, there was a deep silence.

"I heard that the Mistress of Youji Palace likes peerless beauties." Qiao Hong'er, Mistress of Sikai Palace, looked up at the bloody begonia in the yard and slightly raised the corners of her lips, with a confident smile on her lips.

"I know what's going on in your heart, I advise you, stop thinking about it." In the dark night, only the deep and pleasant voice of that person could be heard, but no figure could be seen.

"Don't you want to get him? You should be tempted by the glimpse on the competition stage today." Qiao Hong'er turned around and looked around. The plan that was originally well-thought-out became unsmooth, and she thought that the person she was talking to was a man. What kind of person, Qiao Hong'er's quiet eyes suddenly filled with fear.

"I never need others to talk about my affairs. You shouldn't have provoked me tonight... This is considered punishment." A clear and pleasant voice sounded from the darkness, with the desolation of Yuehua.A man suddenly stood upright on the corner of the cornice of the roof of the Lanzhi Pavilion. The boy's red clothes floated with the cold night wind, and his tall and thin figure was half-hidden in the vast darkness.

The blood-colored crabapple petals fell with the cold wind, the thin petals fluttered in the air, and then quickly fell to the ground.

His skin is very fair, and he has a perfect face that tends to be voluptuous. The small cinnabar mole between his eyebrows makes this face even more glamorous and unparalleled.The slender and white hand was raised to the side of the face, holding a ghost mask in the hand. "You saw it..." There was a bewitching smile on the bright red lips, and the beautiful and bewitching person spoke lightly, and there seemed to be a little tenderness in the clear and pleasant voice.

"You..." Qiao Hong'er opened her eyes wide in surprise, her pupils gradually became larger, and something gradually overflowed from the depths of her pupils.It was fear, deep, unbearable fear.

The petals of the blood begonia fell one after another at this moment, and the alluring and beautiful young man put on the mask with one hand, and his thin lips slightly lifted.

Who can understand his affairs...

Anyone who has seen this face must die...Since he showed it to her, she, of course, must die too...

Cruel and bloodthirsty...

How can his abnormality match that person...

However, it may not be bad for everyone to think of him that way, after all, he is indeed such a person...

The blood-red clothes were lifted by the cool breeze, and the young man standing on the cornice turned around, the wine-red eyes under the ghost's face slightly lifted up, looking at the faint moonlight, deep in the eyes, there seemed to be With endless confusion...

And behind him, under the blood crabapple tree, where the corpse of the woman who died so horribly but turned into a cloud of dust suddenly grew a black enchantress, swaying branches and leaves as the crabapple flowers fell one after another, In the howling cold wind, with death and fear, but with an unstoppable beauty...

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This night was gorgeous and beautiful, and all the branches of the Six Monarchs' Court were destined not to be peaceful...

In the Pear Blossom Pavilion, where the owner of the Remnant Shadow Sect is located, the pear blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom.

(Let's put it bluntly here, the blood shadow son is the second baby Mo Qianfan.)

Young Master Xueying put his arms around his beautiful daughter-in-law and started molesting mode: "Look, whose beauty is losing her temper?"

"I didn't lose my temper." Ning Luoying straightened her slender back, letting Xueying hug him from her side, but she didn't turn her head to look at him as usual.

"No?" The slender fingers followed the collar to the skin of Ning Luoying's chest, and the fingertips stroked back and forth on the cherry red spot on the chest.

"No... yes..." Ning Luoying stiffened her body, still refusing to turn her head, but her fair and beautiful face was already smudged with a faint pink.

"Really?" The hand holding Ning Luoying's slender waist fumbled for the jade buckle of the belt, gently pressed it down, and took off the belt. The skirt slid down.

"Yes..." Gently brushing the sensitive parts of his body with slightly cool fingertips, Ning Luoying took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and swallowed the ♡ that was about to blurt out into her belly again.

But a certain person was not as good as he wished, a hand slid down the lower abdomen to the collarbone, and gently caressed his slender neck.The palms were attached to his chin, and the fingertips were raised to gently press his lips. The people behind them pressed their bodies tightly against his back, with their cool faces leaning against his side.

"Aying... I want you..."

"No... um..." The body has been invaded by something silently.Ning Luoying was quickly pressed down by that person, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, it was his fingertips... When did he...

"Aying...I don't want anyone but me to see your beauty..."

"I can disguise..."

"When will you understand that as long as you are by my side, I will not want to do anything other than wanting you..."

"... Qianfan..." Ning Luoying was slightly startled, and wanted to get up, but Mo Qianfan raised her hand to cover her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, Ah Ying, what happened half a year ago, I won't let it happen again..."

Tears flowed down Mo Qianfan's hands drop by drop onto the mattress beneath him, and Ning Luoying half-supported his body to bear what Mo Qianfan brought to him.

Feeling the wetness in his hands, Mo Qianfan seemed to be startled, stopped and took his hands away, pulled himself out, gently hugged Ning Luoying and made him turn around, his slender fingers brushed coolly Looking at the corner of the servant's eyes, Mo Qianfan, who has always been charming and unrestrained, lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly: "Aying... there really won't be a second time for such a thing..."

Raising his slender and beautiful hand, he slowly covered the long scar on Mo Qianfan's heart. Ning Luoying blurred his vision, put his arms around Mo Qianfan's neck, leaned up and gently kissed the scar on his heart. road scars.

"Sorry……"

"For Ah Ying, it's worth it..."

"But I don't want you to be hurt again..."

"Aying... when will you be able to relax..."

In the light, the two snuggling together are tightly intertwined, in the entanglement of sweat and joy, from someone's thin lips, a barely audible sigh overflows...

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