Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

On the other side, the Lotus Cave House in Pingdingshan.

King Silver Horn picked up his wine glass and took a swig, "Brother, are you sure that Sun Walker is under control?"

The King of Golden Horn patted his chest confidently, and said: "Don't worry, brother, he has been pressed down by the mountain I sent, and he will definitely not be able to move an inch now."

Hearing the words, King Yinjiao said three good things in a row, but he has always been a cautious master. He thought that Sun Xingzhe had great powers after all and would not be trapped by the mountains for a long time, so he suggested: "Brother, to be safe, you put Give me the mutton fat jade bottle, and I will take this purple-gold and red gourd, and use these two magic tools to put the Sun Walker into the bottle, and wait until it turns into pus, and it will not hurt to eat the meat of this Tang monk again. Late."

"My dear brother, this is very polite!" King Jinjiao nodded, and then he looked at Fu Zhenhong and Tang Seng who were tied up with ropes. After scanning Tang Seng's body, he moved to Fu Zhen who was beside Tang Seng Hong asked curiously: "This young man in white looks better than a fairy. I was a little moved when I saw that face, but I never heard that when there was one more among the four Buddhist scriptures of Tang Seng?"

"Brother, as soon as this young man in white clothes smelled the smoke I released, he fell into a coma like Tang Monk. He is an ordinary person after all." When King Yinjiao said this, he didn't know what he thought of, and said with a smile: "Maybe Is it because this monk saw someone beautiful on the way and became interested, so he took them to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures, so as to understand the meaning of lovesickness?"

The King of Golden Horn also smiled, "The virtuous brother brought back the young man in white this time, but he wants to eat him as well?" After finishing speaking, before the King of Silver Horn could answer, he began to sigh again: "But It would be a pity if you really ate it."

"No." The Silver Horn King shook his head, leaned into the Golden Horn King's ear, and whispered: "Brother, I am going to give this young man in white to our dry uncle."

[Wow!Xiaohong, Xiaohong, these two sand sculptures want to give you as a gift! ]

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"Brother, you know that our dry uncle has always been unfavorable to us. Every time he invites him to eat meat in the cave, he will mock you and me, but he likes beauties, and men and women are not taboo. We will eat Tang Seng later." Meat, invite him and the old mother together, and present this beauty to him in a short while, if uncle is so happy, maybe he will give us the magic weapon we have been asking for for a long time?"

King Jinjiao's eyes lit up, and he praised: "As expected of a virtuous brother, you are really thoughtful, so this time I will personally invite uncle."

"I'm going to collect that Sun Walker." King Silver Horn stood up.

After King Yinjiao went out with the mutton fat jade bottle and the purple-gold-red gourd, King Jinjiao then summoned two clever little demons and ordered them to invite the old mother to Yalong Cave in Longshan.

After finishing these, he tidied up his clothes again, ordered the other little demons to watch outside the cave, and then went to the Lotus Cave to invite his uncle himself.

Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao went to work separately, and the little demons were all guarding outside the cave, and the huge Lotus Cave became quiet all of a sudden.

Fu Zhenhong opened her eyes and looked at the monk in white beside her.

King Silver Horn seemed to be confident that they would not be able to escape, so he just tied his upper body and Tang Seng's upper body with a rope.

Seeing that Tang Seng was still in a coma, Fu Zhenhong walked up to Tang Seng, knelt down and shouted softly: "Monk, wake up." After a few seconds, Tang Seng slowly opened his eyes.

"Monk, that old man is a monster pretending to rob the two of us to this cave." Fu Zhenhong directly explained the current situation.

Tang Seng thought of the black smoke before he fell into a coma. He only inhaled a little and lost consciousness. He didn't know how the three apprentices were doing. Tang Seng Qingjuan's face showed a hint of worry.

"Monk, instead of worrying about them, you should think about how we can get out."

Hearing this, Tang Seng looked down at the rope that bound him, then at Fu Zhenhong who was also bound, and after pondering for a few seconds, he asked, "Can you get rid of this bondage?"

Fu Zhenhong shook her head, and said pretending to be distressed: "The smoke only makes people unconscious, but it is even more serious for demons. Now I can't lift my limbs, and I can't use my magic power."

Tang Seng pursed his lips and frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong continued: "However, this rope is thinner than ordinary ropes. Although my hands are tied behind my back, I can try with my mouth to see if I can bite it off."

"Using your mouth?" Tang Seng didn't react immediately.

Fu Zhenhong showed her sharp fangs. He took a few steps forward, stood between Tang Seng's legs with his whole body, and then squatted down to face Tang Seng.

As they got closer, Tang Seng smelled the fragrance of Fu Zhenhong's body again, that unique and strong scent, like the fragrance emitted by a large piece of red peonies soaked in the cold pool and left still.

Fu Zhenhong raised the corners of her lips slightly, slowly lowered her head under Tang Seng's gaze, and bit the knot on Tang Seng's chest with her teeth.

With the movement of Fu Zhenhong's mouth, the rope that bound Tang Seng also moved left and right due to this strength. The rough rope was slowly rubbing against Tang Seng's chest through a layer of snow-white monk clothes, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, from tight to tight. Slowly loosen again.

Obviously he was untying in a very serious way, but because of the strong fragrance pouring into his nose, Tang Seng felt a strange feeling in his heart following Fu Zhenhong's actions.

He pursed his lips tightly, lowered his eyes to look at Fu Zhenhong who was moving on his chest.From the perspective of Tang Seng, only Fu Zhenhong's white and smooth forehead and the thick and slender eyelashes like crow feathers on the eyelids can be seen. The black arcs are like butterflies made of ink, and when gently stirred, people have a deep feeling To the itch on the apex.

Tang Seng subconsciously moved his eyes away, not looking at the butterfly fluttering its wings, but after suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, he realized that the posture with the other party at this moment was really too ambiguous and intimate.

The young man in white was kneeling between his legs, his black hair was loose behind him, his head was buried in his chest, his slightly arched waist was outlined by the snow-white clothes in a charming arc that made people dream about.

In the quiet air, it seems to be lingering into a somewhat fragrant and ambiguous atmosphere.

Tang Seng's usually gentle and quiet eyes sank slightly, and he was about to speak, but the tip of Fu Zhenhong's teeth scratched Tang Seng's chest in the next second, directly through a layer of clothes.

At this moment, Tang Seng's whole body trembled uncontrollably.

He even felt the breath from the young man's lips, which was warm and slightly moist.

"You..." Tang Seng's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he frowned slightly: "This rope..."

Fu Zhenhong paused, raised her head and explained along with what Tang Seng wanted to say: "Although this rope is thinner than ordinary ropes, it is very hard and strong."

Tang Seng glanced at the knot on his chest: "Change your position."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

Tang Seng hummed, the feeling just now was so strange that he was inexplicably palpitated.

"That's good," the smile on the corners of Fu Zhen's red lips spread like water again, his gaze wandered over Tang Seng's body, and finally settled on Tang Seng's neck.

"Then it's here." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, without waiting for Tang Seng to speak, she buried her head on the side of Tang Seng's neck, and her sharp fangs bit the rope again.

This time, without the cover of his clothes, the breath exhaled from Fu Zhenhong's nose was sprayed onto Tang Seng's neck without any hindrance.

Different from the icy body temperature on Fu Zhenhong's body, the breath exuded between his lips and teeth was as warm as ordinary people.

He was biting the rope with the tip of his teeth.

So along with the rough texture of the rope, Fu Zhenhong's sharp and cold fangs were also scraped against Tang Seng's neck.

The strange feeling that Tang Seng had just calmed down suddenly rose again, and his heartbeat began to speed up following Fu Zhenhong's movements.

Tang Seng closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra of pure heart.

Fu Zhenhong cast a sideways glance at Tang Seng, then his eyes fell on the handsome side face of the monk in white, and a faint smile of unknown meaning escaped from between his lips.

And at this moment, the chattering voices of the little monsters guarding outside the cave came in from the air——

"When King Yinjiao takes those two treasures, even the powerful Monkey King will probably be taken away by the purple-gold-red gourd!"

"That's not true! It's good to have more magic tools, even if it's the Monkey King, it will turn into a puddle of pus when it gets to the purple gold red gourd!"

When Tang Seng heard these words, he didn't care about the strangeness in his heart. He had a clear view of his own life and death, but he couldn't be calm about the safety of the three apprentices.

"Xiaohong, is there a faster way?"

This was the first time Tang Seng called his name. When he pronounced these two words with a somewhat low voice, it may be because of the name Fu Zhenhong itself, or it may be because the voice of the monk in white is too gentle and sloppy. Into people's ears, there was a hint of intimacy for no reason.

Fu Zhenhong straightened up and looked at the handsome monk whose brows were stained with worry.

Tang Seng stared into Fu Zhenhong's eyes, and said in a more direct way: "How can you recover your mana?"

Fu Zhenhong stared at Tang Seng's pure obsidian eyes for a few seconds, and slowly uttered two words: "Yang Qi."