Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

The sound from the coffin was really too strange. Although Ning Caichen didn't hear it very clearly, the extremely depressed and restrained muffled sound all indicated that Daoist Yan inside seemed to be experiencing some kind of pain. Things that make him both painful and happy.

You must have thought about it yourself.

Ning Caichen said in his heart.

After all, in such a completely airtight coffin, not to mention the eerie fear, and the danger of suffocation at any time, Daoist Yan will definitely not feel good staying in it.

Ning Caichen deliberately ignored the possibility that there were other people in the coffin, and also subconsciously prevented himself from thinking about the current situation of that stunningly alluring monster in red.

Although demon catchers and monsters have been opposite sides since ancient times, the Taoist priest is upright and brave, and monsters are almost ruthless and cold-blooded, but in the fight between the male demon who almost killed him and Taoist priest Yan... At that moment, deep down in Ning Caichen's heart, he was faintly worried about the safety of a male demon.

Ning Caichen thought that he would not be the kind of superficial person who only looked at appearance, but he never expected that one day he would be a little moved just because of a person's beauty, and he still knew that this person was a man. monster, and almost strangled him to death.

Everything is probably because of the inability to escape those four words, beauty deceives people.

"Daoist Yan, I'll help you open it now." After Ning Caichen finished speaking, his gaze rested on the spell paper above the coffin lid for a few seconds, and he decisively tore it open.

Ning Caichen thought it would be all right, but when he tried to push the coffin lid, the coffin lid still didn't move, as if it was still dominated by some kind of force.

Although Ning Caichen is an ordinary scholar without any power of Taoism, his own strength is not small, even compared to ordinary people, his strength is naturally much stronger.However, at this moment, even though he had exhausted all his strength, he still did not move the coffin lid. Ning Caichen was not stupid, so he naturally understood what else needed to be undone to let the Taoist leader who was trapped in the coffin come out.

"Daoist Yan, what should I do?" Ning Caichen asked.

Yan Chixia moved her lips when she heard Ning Caichen's questioning voice: "You..."

Just as Yan Chixia opened her mouth, Fu Zhenhong covered Yan Chixia's lips with her lips again, swallowing the sound he was going to make next between her lips and teeth.

In the darkness, Yan Chixia's eyes widened again in surprise.He really didn't expect that this unpredictable male monster would play cards so unreasonably.

Fu Zhenhong opened her lips slightly, and lightly bit Yan Chixia's soft and warm lower lip with her teeth. He didn't intend to just let the young Taoist priest go just like that.

Fu Zhenhong's movements are very skillful, the strength controlled by the teeth, the hard white teeth are constantly rubbing against Yan Chixia's moist lips, and then sucking slowly, with a gradual eroticism and tease.

Yan Chixia only felt that her bitten lower lip was itchy, warm and numb. When the hard and pointy teeth scraped against the soft flesh of his lip, it was not a tingling pain in the traditional sense, but a pain like It was like touching lightning, which made him tremble uncontrollably.

Yan Chixia finally regained her sanity because of Ning Caichen's appearance, and her sanity began to shift a bit again, and the heat that had not completely subsided in her body surged up again.

Yan Chixia feels hot, very hot...

But this heat is not the feeling of heat caused by the temperature, but an inexplicable agitation emanating from the body from the inside out.

Yan Chixia's figure was very good, and Fu Zhenhong, who was pressing on him, could clearly feel Yan Chixia's body that had become tougher due to the heat.

The tense muscles in the chest propped up the clothes with the ups and downs of breathing. It was hard, full of warm elasticity, and carried an absolutely pure male hormone breath.

Masculine, pure, and invisible faintly exudes a sharp and domineering aggression.

"Daoist Yan, Taoist Yan?" Ning Caichen, who couldn't get a response from Yan Chixia, frowned slightly, and after two seconds of silence, he shouted again patiently: "Can Daoist Yan Can you hear my voice? What should I do to make you come out?"

Yan Chixia's lips were being sucked by Fu Zhenhong wantonly with her lips and teeth, and she couldn't give a complete answer at all.

His lips and teeth are full of the rich and fragrant taste in the male monster's mouth, which is very unique and sweeter.It's like the berries soaked in honey jars that I ate when I was a child. Just a little bit makes people want to grab more and more.

In a daze, Yan Chixia felt like a fish on a chopping board, or a prey entangled by a poisonous snake.On the one hand, he was angry and wanted to escape from this atmosphere that destroyed his sanity, but on the other hand, he had to admit that this feeling, which he had never experienced in more than 20 years, was too wonderful.

Fu Zhenhong saw all the changes in Yan Chixia's demeanor. He was a patient hunter, slowly catching the prey caught in the net.He is a man, and Yan Chixia is also a man. In this world, only men understand men best, and only men know how to arouse a man's excitement, how to fully stimulate a man's lust and enthusiasm .

Fu Zhenhong no longer just rubbed Yan Chixia's lips with his teeth, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and began to lick the slightly protruding small lip in the middle of Yan Chixia's upper lip with the wet and slippery tongue Lick up.

Yan Chixia's chest trembled slightly following Fu Zhenhong's movements. At this moment, the beating heart seemed to burst out of his chest in the next second.

Yan Chixia's breathing became messy and heavy, and the hot air sprayed from her nose became more hot and scorching in the narrow space.

In the pitch-black space, Fu Zhenhong stared at the darker and darker color in Yan Chixia's pupils with the keen eyesight of a monster, and began to move her cold hands gradually.After feeling that Yan Chixia's masculine charm gradually changed under his teasing, Fu Zhenhong pressed it with her fingertips.

Fu Zhenhong no longer used the same strength as before with her legs, but this time, Fu Zhenhong deliberately increased her strength a little, and her cool hand met the hotness that belonged to Yan Chixia. Together, one is cold and the other is hot, like a fusion of ice and fire.

The two, with completely opposite temperatures, were separated by a layer of fabric. Even though Fu Zhenhong didn't make any movements or wandering, Yan Chixia still felt a very refreshing sense of pleasure at this moment.

Terrible!

Yan Chixia refrained from making a sound, fine sweat was dripping on his bronze-colored skin, and the loose strands of hair on his forehead were also wet from the sweat, melting into strands and sticking to the sharp-edged and tough face.

At this moment, his forbearing and suppressed look with his chin raised slightly is really sexy.

Fu Zhenhong slightly bent her index finger, and scraped Yan Chixia with her long nails from top to bottom.

"Hmm!" After all, Yan Chixia couldn't resist the sudden stimulation, and let out another muffled moan from her throat.And what followed, Yan Chixia felt a faint sense of melancholy and anxiety that had nowhere to vent.

Fu Zhenhong brought her lips to Yan Chixia's ear, and breathed out slowly next to his ear: "Xiao Daoist, you are so big..." While speaking, he deliberately moved his cold index finger again.

Such ambiguous words, the naked and straightforward meaning in the words without the slightest concealment, are like a kind of charming praise, and like a kind of suggestive invitation.

In such an atmosphere, no one could resist listening to such words unexpectedly.Yan Chixia had a more intuitive reaction, and he became more sensitive.

When Fu Zhenhong said this, she did not deliberately lower her tone, which made Ning Caichen outside the coffin hear the voice that did not belong to Yan Chixia.

Although it is not very clear, the voice is magnetic and seductive. In such a cold and gloomy hall, when it enters the eardrums, there is a unique slight itchy feeling, as if a feather has lightly landed on it. on the apex of a person's heart.

Ning Caichen frowned even tighter.

Things had developed to the point where Ning Caichen also realized that besides Yan Chixia, there was a second person in the coffin.

He thought of the male demon in red that he had just fought against Daoist Yan not long ago, and thought of the charming vague voice. After realizing that the other person in the coffin was very likely to be that beautiful monster, Ning Caichen's eyes sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He suddenly felt extremely anxious, and there was an uncomfortable feeling of tightness in his chest.

"Daoist Yan! Daoist Yan!" Ning Caichen slapped the coffin lid vigorously with his hands, as if he was afraid that the people inside would not hear him, and said loudly, "Daoist Yan, how should I open this coffin?" .”

Yan Chixia hadn't recovered from the chaotic thoughts, so Fu Zhenhong's lips curled up slightly, and instead of Yan Chixia, she spoke out the method of opening the coffin: "Use the copper coins that were carried to scrape off the charm paper that fell in red letters."

Ning Caichen paused. Sure enough, there was another person in the coffin.And this unique voice and casual tone are probably the most suitable for that male monster.

Ning Caichen's usual gentle smile was gone from his usual gentle and elegant face. He pursed his thin lips, followed the method Fu Zhenhong said expressionlessly, and quickly scraped off the handwriting on it.

Fu Zhenhong came out of the coffin, and he tidied up his slightly messy clothes slowly. Under the blend of the faint candlelight and moonlight, his red lips showed a lustrous and seductive plump luster.

Ning Caichen's gaze involuntarily rested on Fu Zhenhong's lips, and before he had time to think about it, Yan Chixia who came out of the coffin diverted his attention away.

There was no other reason, Yan Chixia's expression at the moment was too ambiguous, compared to Fu Zhenhong, Yan Chixia looked much more embarrassed.His clothes are messy, his thick black hair sticks wetly to his forehead, his lips are red and swollen, his face is still flushed, his chest rises and falls with his breathing, and between his brows there is a kind of feeling as if he has just experienced something. It was a catharsis of love.

Ning Caichen's eyes suddenly became extremely complicated, "You..."

It was rare for Yan Chixia to feel a bit of embarrassment. He had come to get rid of the demon, but now he was made into a seduced appearance by the monster.

damn it!

Yan Chixia cursed secretly in her heart, she didn't know if she was talking about Fu Zhenhong or herself.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Ning Caichen indifferently, and then at Yan Chixia who was silent, and left a low smile of unknown meaning before turning into a blue halo and quickly disappearing in place.

The remaining Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen looked at each other dryly, neither of them spoke first.

The moonlight outside Lanruo Temple was gradually covered by floating clouds, the candles were half burned, and the cold wind at night was still whistling wantonly. The story belonging to Lanruo Temple was about to happen.

"The yin is very heavy now. Go back to the side hall to rest. If you hear knocking on the door, don't open it." After Yan Chixia finished speaking, she ignored Ning Caichen. He urgently needed time to calm down alone. .

the other side.

After Fu Zhenhong left Lanruo Temple, she went straight back to the City of Death in the Heishan Realm.

"Master, the tree spirit Huaisheng wants to meet with you." A deep and magnetic male voice sounded from below Fu Zhenhong.

The one who spoke was a handsome man in black. This was a puppet specially made by Fu Zhenhong. Its mind was closed, and it was exclusively for Fu Zhenhong to serve alone. It could be regarded as his personal attendant.

"Is the tree spirit locust tree alive..." Fu Zhenhong sat on the main seat, a look of interest flashed in his eyes.