Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Fu Zhenhong and Yan Chixia sat together in the spacious carriage, listening to the ringing of the copper bell, they did not speak to each other, but even though no one spoke first, the atmosphere did not seem awkward.

Fu Zhenhong turned her head and looked at Yan Chixia who was sitting beside him.

Yan Chixia's side profile is very tough and deep, his eyelashes are very long, the bridge of his nose is very straight, and his lips are also very sexy.Compared with Ning Caichen's clean and fair face, Yan Chixia's complexion was much darker, it was a wheat color after being baptized by the sun, and there were some fine stubbles on her chin.

Fu Zhenhong watched very carefully, Yan Chixia inevitably felt a little uncomfortable under his straightforward gaze.Even when Fu Zhenhong's gaze moved from Yan Chixia's chin to his neck, Yan Chixia's Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously in this gaze.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Chixia tried to divert Fu Zhenhong's attention by talking about it.

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips curled slightly, "I'm looking at you."

Yan Chixia coughed lightly, and when she met Fu Zhenhong's phoenix eyes with a slight smile, she also realized that her question was a bit too stupid.

Fu Zhenhong clasped her hands on Yan Chixia's shoulders, and leaned her body in Yan Chixia's direction, "An hour in Montenegro is a day in the outside world. Don't you wonder where I will take you?"

"There's nothing to ask. After the carriage stops, I naturally know where I'm going." Yan Chixia replied.

When Fu Zhenhong heard this, she didn't say any more, but raised her hand, and lightly poked the stubble protruding from Yan Chixia's chin with her fingertips.

Although the beard stubble is very shallow, the top of it is a bit rough, and Fu Zhenhong's fingertips are very round and delicate. After touching it like this, I instantly feel a prickly feeling sense of wonder.

Yan Chixia was a little itchy by Fu Zhenhong's actions, so she directly grabbed Fu Zhenhong's hand that was still poking her stubble, "Don't make trouble."

After Yan Chixia said these two words, she was stunned.

This kind of helpless and indulgent tone as if coaxing a lover, since he said it to Montenegro so easily.

The smile on Fu Zhen's red lips spread like water. He glanced at the hand held by Yan Chixia, and there was a bit of ambiguity in his magnetic and seductive voice: "Master Xiaodao, you like me."

He used affirmative words.

When Yan Chixia heard the words, her lips moved slightly, and she was about to say something, but the next second, Fu Zhenhong blocked her lips with the other hand.

"Don't try to refute." Fu Zhenhong smiled, then took out the hand held by Yan Chixia, and put the palm on Yan Chixia's chest, "You can't fool anyone with your beating here."

Under the slightly rising and falling chest with breathing, the rapid beating frequency of the heart was so clearly transmitted to Fu Zhenhong's palm.

Fu Zhenhong brought her lips to Yan Chixia's ear, and said slowly again with an affirmative tone: "You like me."

When he said this, his icy breath sprayed onto Yan Chixia's earlobe, causing Yan Chixia's body to tremble faintly.

Yes, Yan Chixia likes Montenegro.

I fell in love with a monster.

To Yan Chixia, the Montenegro at this time was like a poisonous snake, entangled him tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.

Yan Chixia laughed suddenly, and covered the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand that was touching his lips with his palm, and then closed it slightly, tightly confining the cold catkin to her warm one. in the palm.

"Yes, I like you, there's nothing wrong with admitting it." Yan Chixia's straight eyebrows raised slightly, he tilted his head, his amber pupils stared deeply at Fu Zhenhong for two seconds, and his smile revealed Unrestrained but extremely sharp edge: "But I'm still a monster catcher. Once you do something that violates Chang Lun, I will not be merciful to you."

"Because liking you and wanting to subdue you as a monster are two different things." Yan Chixia has never been able to violate the morals she has always adhered to.

There are always two voices echoing in his heart, one voice tells him to abandon love and become a demon catcher who is not bound by emotion, while the other voice tells him that love is the only thing in this world. The most rare and precious emotion, love has no distinction between good and bad, let alone status.

Yan Chixia tried to find a delicate balance between these two voices. Perhaps it was because the atmosphere in the carriage with only him and Hei Shan at this moment was too good, and the breath from the monster beside him poured into the tip of his nose. Time was too sweet and bewitching, which made Yan Chixia's long-struggling balance begin to tilt.

"Is it a violation of Changlun..." Fu Zhenhong repeated these words, and found what she cared most about in Yan Chixia's words: "Xiao Daochang, what you are talking about refers to those who suck living people." Sunny things?"

Yan Chixia didn't answer, but her eyes said everything.

Fu Zhenhong sneered: "You want to restrain me?"

He wanted to pull out the hand that Yan Chixia had held in his palm, but Yan Chixia held it tighter instead.

Yan Chixia stared straight at Fu Zhenhong's eyes, and the depths of the pupils grew a little more, which can be called a gentle halo: "If you must suck the yang energy of a living person, you should always aim at the on me."

Fu Zhenhong laughed softly, turned over and sat directly on Yan Chixia's lap, and Yan Chixia also took advantage of the opportunity to wrap her arms around Fu Zhenhong's waist, so that his body could be more stable .

"Xiao Daoist, so you are ready to sacrifice yourself to me?" Fu Zhenhong pressed her forehead against Yan Chixia's and asked with great interest.

"It's not a sacrifice." Yan Chixia corrected, "I want to use myself to bind you."

"How long is a demon's life? How long is a human's life?" Fu Zhenhong said inexplicably, "How long can you restrain me?"

Yan Chixia inserted her fingers into Fu Zhenhong's hair, her eyes were dark and deep: "As long as I live, I will keep an eye on you."

Keep an eye on you, don't let you hurt humans.

Not to let you have the opportunity to confuse others.

[Good guy, this Yan Chixia wants to grasp both career and love, Xiaohong, is this the self-confidence of a successful man? ]

confidence?

Maybe so.

Fu Zhenhong clung to Yan Chixia's neck with her hands, and slowly kissed Yan Chixia's nose with her cold but soft lips, and finally fell on Yan Chixia's lips.

Fu Zhenhong didn't go deep, but just put her lips against Yan Chixia's and gently rubbed her lips: "Xiao Daoist, do you still remember what I said when I first met you?"

Of course Yan Chixia remembered.

"It won't be long before I take your Yuanyang away." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she poked out the tip of her tongue and invaded Yan Chixia's mouth, her flexible tongue wrapped around Yan Chixia's tongue and began suck up.

Yan Chixia's eyes darkened, and she used her arms to hold Fu Zhenhong even tighter. At the same time, the kiss between lips and teeth changed from passive to active.

He couldn't resist, let alone resist.

Since he chose to come to the Black Mountain Realm, and chose to step on this carriage, it was doomed that he and Montenegro would become even more entangled.

The kiss in the carriage became more and more intense with Yan Chixia's initiative. Although the sucking sound was not very loud, it still reached Xie Jingxuan's ears outside the carriage through a curtain.

Xie Jingxuan's gaze was still calmly looking ahead, there was no superfluous expression on his handsome face, his dark pupils were as calm and dull as ever, as if everything that happened in the carriage had nothing to do with him.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that Xie Jingxuan's hand holding the rein has been clenched into a fist.

Montenegro...

Xie Jingxuan silently recited the name in his heart, and there was a trace of fluctuation in his eyes that were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

For this monster, Xie Jingxuan's inner emotions are extremely complicated.It stands to reason that he should hate Hei Shan, the monster that took his sanity away, because if it weren't for Hei Shan, he wouldn't have become a puppet without any thought but only obeying the orders of the monster these days.

His original purpose was to capture Montenegro.

In the end, it was turned into a puppet instead.

If he hadn't knocked the bronze drum on the city of vain death, and the sound made by the vibration of the bronze drum accidentally restored his consciousness, he would have always been a walking dead Mu Tong.

Hei Shan still doesn't know that he has regained consciousness. He has a part of Hei Shan's monster power in his body, and with that thing, as long as he carefully arranges, he will definitely be able to catch Hei Shan.

Just grabbing Black Mountain, Xie Jingxuan knew that he could no longer maintain his initial thoughts.

The recovery of consciousness allowed him to clearly retain all the memories of the time when he became a puppet. He clearly remembered every time he got along with Montenegro when he was Mu Tong.

He has seen Heishan ruthlessly and coldly stealing the yang energy of a living person, he has seen Heishan's laziness half-closed his eyes because he ate delicious fruit, and he has even seen Heishan lying on a white jade brick with half-faded clothes. The enchanting and seductive appearance on the long stone slab.

In the steaming hazy mist, the Black Mountain above the spring was like the only stunning beauty in the sky and on the ground. At that time, he used a wooden scoop to fill the spring water, and poured it on the skin of the Black Mountain bit by bit.The translucent water droplets rolled down the back of Montenegro, drawing a seductive scene on the fair and delicate skin, and the curvature of the slender and flexible waist became the clearest and deepest in Xie Jingxuan's memory screen.

Just thinking about that scene made Xie Jingxuan's throat dry and tight.

The naturally charming monster easily seduced people's hearts.

For Montenegro, he is just a puppet who can be dispatched at will.

With his keen hearing, Xie Jingxuan could clearly hear the movement in the carriage, and the image of Hei Shan hugging and kissing the demon catcher unconsciously appeared in his mind.

An emotion called jealousy spread rapidly in Xie Jingxuan's heart.

Xie Jingxuan's eyes were completely darkened, and there were obscure calculations and a faint desire to destroy in the pitch-black eyes.

He restrained his palm vigorously, the blue veins on his arm burst out because of forbearance, and the fingernail of the clenched fist sank deeply into the palm, leaving a trace of faint bloodstains.

Emotions cannot be shown.

Xie Jingxuan kept admonishing himself that he must not reveal the fact that he had recovered, otherwise what awaited him would be to be pulled out of his mind by Black Mountain again.

Fu Zhenhong, who was kissing Yan Chixia, suddenly paused, but before he could think about it, Yan Chixia, who found him distracted, forcefully regained his attention.