fall into enemy hands

Lun Ling congealed a ball of water and hung between the two of them. Xia Fan remembered that when Monk Tian met for the first time, he had a big reaction. Was it the mutual attraction between demons?It's just that he didn't know it at the time, so Shang Tian could restrain himself very well, but he couldn't control his emotions.

It has to be said that when he saw Lun Ling for the first time, he also reacted, but he may have experienced some things, Xia Fan could control the commotion in his heart, and he did not lose face a second time.

Lun Ling should be the same.

Thinking of this, Xia Fan was bolder and more active this time. He closed his eyes and concentrated his energy. He couldn't help but step forward and put his arms around Lun Ling's waist, letting the two of them stick together as close as possible. Like Xia Fan, his legs softened all of a sudden, he took two steps back and leaned against the landscape screen, put one hand on Xia Fan's shoulder and pushed lightly, panting and frowning, "I can't do it..."

Xia Fan opened his eyes helplessly: "I haven't done anything yet."

moment!Lun Ling looked at the pair of different pupils that were as beautiful as jewels and starlight, and the pair of hellfire mixed with holy and quiet eyes made it difficult for him to breathe.

Xia Fan stretched out his white and slender right hand and stuck it into the water polo suspended in the air. Lun Ling couldn't look away. He had never felt such a powerful spiritual power. With a fever, his mind has long been lost to the sky.

Xia Fan waited for a long time for no response, so he pinched Lun Ling's waist helplessly, "Lun Ling? Reach out."

His voice was soft and peaceful, and to Lun Ling's ears, it was the supreme bewitchment. At this time, even if Xia Fan said to kneel down or dive into the water and choke himself to death, he would not hesitate at all.

Lun Ling was stretching out his hand tremblingly, but Xia Fan suddenly withdrew his hand, and a pair of peerless pupils turned into black eyes in the blink of an eye.

Lun Lingling felt the evil spirit that crushed him unconditionally just now and disappeared without a trace, and suddenly regained his normal breathing. Before he could say anything, Xia Fan in front of him was suddenly thrown by Bei Tangrong with one hand On the screen!

Beitang said with a cold face: "What are you doing?"

Xia Fan: "..."

Before Xia Fan could come up with a perfect lie to prevaricate, Bei Tangrong was suddenly pushed against the screen by the person behind him.

Zhan Feng said with a cold face, "What are you doing?"

Beitang Rong: "..."

Lun Ling burst out laughing, and ran to the middle of the gunpowder-smelling two people, begging Zhan Feng to put his hands down.

Lun Ling: "Okay, okay! You three don't fight for me! I'm ashamed!"

Three people: "..."

Xia Fan spread his hands helplessly, "There's something in his eye, I'll blow it out for him."

Bei Tangrong didn't believe this clumsy excuse, obviously seeing that the two of them were about to kiss each other!Obviously he was kissing Lunling forcefully on the wall!

Bei Tangrong: "Blow your eyes? Do you need to hug your waist and be close to your body if you blow your eyes?"

Zhan Feng blocked Xia Fan behind him without a trace, and the cub said: "Why are you nervous? Xia Fan has no ability to do anything to Lun Ling."

Thinking of Lun Ling who was so strong that Xia Fan almost swallowed him just now: "..."

Xia Fan, who has no ability: "..."

Beitang Rong realized that he was too nervous: "..."

Beitang was so stunned that he was speechless, his nose was ashamed, and he didn't speak any more. Zhan Feng reached back with his big hand, instead of grabbing his hand as usual, he took his hand and held it in his hand. Leave the water curtain.

Speaking of this water curtain, Bei Tangrong usually only enters with scales, but Xia Fan and Zhan Feng can come and go freely, Bei Tangrong is even more angry when he thinks about it, and glances at Lun Ling who is smiling like a flower at him, no He stared at him angrily: "It's really nothing?"

Lun Ling: "Of course, I am a demon and he is a human! What are you afraid of?"

Bei Tangrong: "Tomorrow I will face off."

Lun Ling blinked, a little unexpectedly, "So fast? Where are the other disciples?"

Beitang shook his head, "Tomorrow, the fifth-ranked God Whip Sect will be challenged. The whip is so amazing that I don't feel at ease among the disciples."

Lun Ling frowned delicately, "Fifth is also here to join in the fun?"

Beitang rested his eyes on Lun Ling's crooked neckline for a moment, "If you fight early, you can know what medicine they sell in their gourd."

Lun Ling nodded, "Okay, be careful."

Xia Fan knew that he must have made Zhan Feng angry, but he didn't expect Zhan Feng to be so angry. He walked into the room and staggered him, barely able to stand still, Zhan Feng bullied him with a cold face.

Xia Fan hadn't seen Zhan Feng angry at him so expressionlessly for a long time, Xia Fan almost shivered from the chill of his aura; he involuntarily retreated following his forward movement.

Zhan Feng is really angry; this Xia Fan is getting more and more excessive!It was fine in the past, it wasn't him who provoked people, but now it's the opposite?Dare to provoke a demon?

Xia Fan didn't take two steps back before he was about to knock his back on the table, Zhan Feng strode forward quickly, his knuckle palms grabbed Xia Fan's soft waist, preventing Xia Fan from bumping into the table.

The two were too close, and Xia Fan became inexplicably nervous. He patted Zhan Feng's shoulder with his hand, tilted his head back involuntarily, and smiled all over his face, "Well... I was wrong."

No matter what the mistake is, admit it first and it's over!

Zhan Feng thought it was funny, and leaned closer with a smile on his face, "What's wrong? Huh?"

Xia Fan started to duck down, "Uh, I shouldn't...shouldn't I hook Lun Ling's eyes?"

Zhan Feng approached slowly, staring deeply into Xia Fan's eyes, with words written all over his face: You don't know where you are wrong, I am very angry!

The atmosphere of the two people collided violently in the intoxicating ambiguity between you advancing and retreating and intimate contact. The atmosphere made Xia Fan too nervous and almost at a loss what to do.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Xia Fan put his hand on Zhan Feng's shoulder and hugged Zhan Feng's neck, and covered Zhan Feng's hand on his waist with the other hand, leaned forward and put his forehead against Zhan Feng's shoulder, full of His face was flushed and he could not bear to moan. He groaned, "Um...don't move, my waist..."

Zhan Feng: "..."

Because Zhan Feng was approaching all the time, Xia Fan had no choice but to back down too violently and accidentally twisted his waist...

The problem is that such an unintentionally coquettish and seductive appearance is Zhan Feng's irresistible weakness. He immediately forgets everything and gently rubs his waist in Xia Fan's posture.

Xia Fan withdrew the hand covering Zhan Feng's hand, drooped slightly and slowly clenched into a fist, as if feeling the temperature remaining on the palm.

Zhan Feng is almost never cold, his body is always warm, just like others, making people feel like they are under the warm sun.

Xia Fan closed his eyes, really enjoying this feeling.

The two of them hug each other so intimately that even their breathing affects each other. Xia Fan feels Zhan Feng's light and light breath falling on his side face, and suddenly has the urge to burst into tears.

He kind of likes Zhan Feng.

Especially after having that damned dream, and after being taught a series of knowledge, and even having a hard meal while taking a bath in that hall, his mind was a mess at the time, but No amount of paste could blur the outline of Zhan Feng's jumping out.

The most deadly must-kill is Xia Fan's imaginary smile when he is in pain and despair.

Everything about him, including everything about himself.

It cannot be denied that Zhan Feng was an important force for him to choose the Jedi to fight back at that time.

Like a spring breeze, he dedicated all his healing and tenderness to Xia Fan's Zhanfeng, which is his motivation to survive.

He's fucking in love with this man he shouldn't be in love with.

Damn, who is it bad to like?

Feeling the light and fragile trembling of the small animal in his arms, Zhan Feng was a little nervous, "What's wrong? It still hurts?"

Xia Fan shook his head.

Zhan Feng: "Does it hurt anymore?"

Xia Fan shook his head.

Zhan Feng: "..."

Xia Fan muffled: "Talk about Yunshan with me."

He knew that there was an insurmountable gap between his identity and Yunshan, and after going around, they still couldn't escape the hostile relationship between enemies.

Xia Fan still doesn't know how deadly the question he asked is.It's better to ask him directly, I'm a demon, what should you do? The answer you get is pleasing to the ear.

Zhan Feng: "Okay."

Tell you what you want to hear without reservation.

Just like I open myself to you, give me a sword, I am happy.