Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Tonight's attendant is Mikazuki Zongjin.

Sensing the lingering gaze of the God Judge, Sanri Yuezong didn't show too much ups and downs on his face.At this moment, Fusangshen, the sword known as the most beautiful blade, looked very calm and calm, as if it was not any different from its usual state.

However, if you take a closer look, you will find that under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, an extremely obscure obscurity and tension flashed in the depths of the golden crescent in Sanri Yuezong's eyes, even though it was only a moment It was fleeting, but it was still captured by Fu Zhenhong keenly.

No matter how steady the sword is, it is just a fusangshen transformed by the sword, so how can it compare to a senior raider who has experienced countless worlds and ages.

Sanri Yue Zong was the first to lose the battle. He staggered his eyes and avoided making eye contact with Fu Zhenhong.

In fact, after getting along and observing these days, and under the improved environment of Honmaru, Mikazuki Zongjin, who has the spiritual power of the God-inspector circulating in his body, can no longer maintain the feeling he had when he saw the God-inspector for the first time. That completely rational analysis and tentative calculation of staying out of the state.

Emotions have been subtly shifted unconsciously.

Maybe it was the time when the god-inspector used spiritual power to restore all the swords and swords in the main pill, or maybe it was the ambiguous kiss in the hot spring pool that night, or maybe it was the time when the gods were judged under the main porch of the courtyard. The face when the reader quietly looked at Haitang, or perhaps other tiny details...

It was precisely because of such emotional changes that Sanri Yuezong's emotions became extremely complicated.As far as Honmaru's current situation is concerned, Mikazuki Zongjin believes that there are more than one or two Fusangshen who are willing to replace him as a close servant.

Rationally, he should choose to refuse, and then let those swords who are willing to go instead.Although the character of the judge is extremely arbitrary and self-centered, but in the matter of the close servant, this man is actually not very concerned about who the person is.

Just like the day that was supposed to be Xiaohumaru, the last one to go was Yizheng.

But Mikazuki Zongjin couldn't say anything to let other sword Fusangshen replace it, because deep in his heart, there was already a palpitation that shouldn't be there. It was in his heart, so after all, Sanri Yuezong couldn't completely ignore it.

Fu Zhenhong withdrew her gaze from Sanri Yuezong after she turned her gaze away, Fu didn't care about Sanri Yuezong's thoughts, and didn't mention the word close attendant.

He walked out of the dining room, went to the main porch door just like yesterday evening, sat on the marble steps, and looked at the gurgling water and the luxuriant crabapple in the courtyard.

He held the slender pipe in his hand, and the burning spark emitted thin and thin white smoke.The tobacco in this old-fashioned pipe was much lighter than the cigarettes Fu Zhenhong smoked in the real world.Although it is smoke, it does not have a strong taste, but a gentle feeling of flowing water.

Fu Zhenhong smoked very slowly. He enjoyed the quiet and silent atmosphere very much. He didn't walk back to the living room until he finished smoking a vanilla.

When she heard the knock on the door, Fu Zhenhong was sitting in front of the desk and drawing on rice paper with a brush.

"Come in." Fu Zhenhong said slowly.

He didn't stop what he was doing, but just opened his mouth casually, with a lazy magnetism in his casual tone.

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and Fusangshin in a dark blue gorgeous sari came in.

After hearing the footsteps getting closer, Fu Zhenhong slowly raised her dark eyes and looked at Fu Sangshen who came in.

It was none other than Mikazuki Zongjin who was supposed to be a close servant.

Fu Zhenhong was not surprised by this.

At this moment, what he noticed was that Sanriyue Zongjin was still holding a plate of fresh and tender strawberries in his hand.

"Who picked it?" Fu Zhenhong asked lightly.

"Yamabuchi Kunihiro." Mikazuki Zongjin replied.

Yesterday's plate of strawberries was left untouched by Fu Zhenhong in the courtyard, and finally brought back to the residence of the Santiao family by Sanriyue Zongjin, but today's plate of strawberries was taken to the living room of the inquisitor by Sanriyue Zongjin himself .

Fu Zhenhong thought of the blond Fu Sangshen who was wearing a sheet. With such a sensitive and shy personality, it was really impossible for her to choose to personally send her heart to him.

"San Riyue, are you trying to remind me of something?" Fu Zhenhong said in an unclear manner.

After speaking, he turned his gaze back to the painting, as if he was sketching out the final details.

Sanri Yue Zongjin smiled slightly, and his tone also revealed some deep meaning: "I just think that these fresh and tender strawberries with sufficient water should be very delicious when eaten in your mouth."

Fu Zhenhong paused slightly: "San Riyue is really a good parent of this Honmaru."

The smile on Sanri Yuezong's face remained undiminished. He put the plate containing strawberries on the table, and then said, "God judge, do you want to try it?"

After he finished speaking, Fu Zhenhong just finished his last stroke.

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer whether to eat or not, but said to Sanri Yue Zongjin: "Come by my side."

The short five words, obviously have an extremely quiet and indifferent tone, but with a kind of strength and ego that cannot be rejected.

On the third day, Yue Zongjin walked slowly to Fu Zhenhong's side.

Known as the most beautiful sword, Fu Sangshen's beautiful pupils shrank slightly in surprise after seeing the drawing paper on the desk that had just been finished.

On the drawing paper is a person, wearing a dark blue hunting suit, holding a sword in his hand, and a golden wheat ear in his hair.The person in this painting, San Ri Yue Zong, was very familiar to him, and it was none other than himself.

Sankai Yuezong hadn't thought that this man would paint him.

The appearance of the person in the painting is the same as him, and every detail is so in place. This requires not only superb painting skills, but also keen observation and rest on weekdays, and then a specific picture is formed in the mind.

If it weren't for the thought, it would be impossible to outline the details so vividly.

At this moment, Sanri Yue Zongjin couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was feeling in his heart. Surprised, amazed, but more of a kind of secret joy that shouldn't be there.

His heart was burning slightly.

This feeling is like when you thought this person didn't care about you, you suddenly realized that you might not be as dispensable in the other person's heart as you thought.

It's a wonderful sense.

Sanri Yuezong could clearly feel his heart beating faster, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered a sound: "You..."

"Like it?" Fu Zhenhong squinted and gave Sanri Yuezong a close look.

"Yeah." Very similar, delicate and vivid, like when Sanri Yuezong saw it, for a moment, I even felt that my soul seemed to be frozen on the scroll.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips, and in front of Sanri Yuezong's true self, she reached out and touched Fu Sangshen in the scroll.

His fingertips slowly stroked the face of the person in the painting, from the eyebrows to the straight bridge of the nose, and then slowly slid down to the tip of the nose, to the lips of the person in the painting.

Fu Zhenhong's movements were very light. When her slender and fair fingers slid across the scroll, her round and delicate skin glowed seductively under the light, and the people in the painting became a background-like embellishment.

Miri Yue Zongjin watched him slowly caressing his portrait with his hands, and even had the illusion that this hand was touching him.

The smile on the corners of Fu Zhen's red lips became thicker and thicker. After rubbing the lips of Sanri Yue Zongjin with his fingertips in the painting for a moment, he continued to move down, across the delicate chin, and followed the neck line to the at the clavicle.

Sanri Yuezong's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

Obviously this man was touching the person in the painting, but Mikazuki Zongjin felt that he couldn't move under this hand.

Wherever he moved his hand in the painting, Sanriyue Zongjin felt that the corresponding place on his body was on fire, and began to get hot uncontrollably.

Sanri Yuezong looked closely at the man beside him. From his angle, he could clearly see the flawless side profile of this man. His skin was as smooth and delicate as the finest white jade, and his long eyelashes were like crow feathers. Like a butterfly made of ink, it flew away from the branches and flew into the hearts of those who watched him.

Sanri Yuezong unconsciously caressed his chest, the beating frequency here became faster and faster, he seemed to have lost his usual calm.

His nostrils were filled with the smell from the man beside him, it wasn't a strong and suffocating scent, but when it poured into his throat, it was full of presence and aggressiveness, constantly destroying his reason.

He could no longer calm down, and the heat in his body was slowly rising.

Fu Zhenhong's gaze still stayed on the scroll, but even if he didn't look at Sanri Yuezong beside him, he could still feel that the blue-haired Fu Sangshen was not at peace.

This is the result of his deliberate creation.

Fu Zhenhong's hand went all the way down the collarbone, and slowly moved to the chest of the person in the painting, "You dance very fast here..."

Fu Zhenhong's voice is elegant and magnetic, with a provocative and ambiguous tone in her long tone.

"Bang... bang... bang..." Fu Zhenhong deliberately drew out her tone to imitate the sound of a beating heart.

Then in the next second, when Sanri Yuezong was about to say something to break the increasingly charming atmosphere at the moment, he suddenly bent down and kissed the person in the painting lightly at the heart.

At this moment, Sanri Yuezong, who saw all this in his eyes, suddenly felt a strong shock in his chest.It was as if his heart had been burned by a raging fire, and his skin felt astonishingly hot in an instant.

"You..." Sanri Yuezong nearly opened his mouth, but the sound he uttered was obviously hoarse.

"Me?" Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and looked at Sanri Yue Zongjin beside her. The tear mole under the corner of her eyes was charming and coquettish, and the eyebrows were full of temptation.

"I want you here..." Speaking of this, Fu Zhenhong's fingertips went down again, across the waist and abdomen of Fu Sangshen, the sword in the scroll, and finally stopped at a place that made people imagine: "I want you It's completely heated up here because of me."

Suddenly, something exploded in Sanri Yuezong's mind.

His body became tense and stiff, the hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, his breathing became even more disordered, and the pointed place on the scroll had a faint reaction that shouldn't have happened.

Fu Zhenhong laughed softly, her light laughter was like a bewitching demon in the night, luring the listener to fall into the endless vortex he created, and then be overwhelmed and swallowed by the fiery desire.

"I suddenly realized that this painting is not good enough..." Fu Zhenhong put her lips next to Sanri Yuezong's ear: "Do you know what's missing?"

"What?" Sanri Yuezong asked subconsciously.

"Here," Fu Zhenhong pointed to the eyes of the person in the painting: "The emotion in the eyes is not hot enough." So Fu Zhenhong slowly moved her lips from Sanri Yuezong's near ear, along Fu Sangshen's cheek Nothing grazed his skin and came to his eyes.

Fu Zhenhong kissed Sanri Yuezong's near eyelids lightly: "That's a color that can't be mixed with a brush, so I can only dig it out from here."

But after saying this, everything was not over yet. Fu Zhenhong pointed at the lips of the person in the painting again: "Here, it's not red enough." It moved down to the lips of Mikazuki Zongjin.

There is still a little distance, and the soft and warm lips of the two will stick together.

Fu Zhenhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and she just pressed close to Sanri Yuezong's lips with a little distance, and exhaled slowly: "I won't trace the painting that I have finished, so I have to change it by kissing it." famous……"

After Fu Zhenhong finished saying this, he put his hand on the back of Sanriyue Zongjin's head, inserted his five fingers into Sanriyue's hair, and then slightly pushed Fu Sangshen's head in his direction Following Fu Zhenhong's movement, the lips of the two of them pressed together intimately.

Feeling this moment, Sanri Yuezong's body trembled slightly, and Fu Zhenhong's mood suddenly became more and more joyful. He slightly tightened his hand inserted into Sanri Yuezong's hair, and stretched out the tip of his tongue to push open his pussy. tooth.