Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

The handsome young man frowned, his obsidian-like pupils were no longer plain and gentle, he looked at the Guoshi Zhiyun who was smiling meaningfully, and there was a hint of coldness and warning in his pupils.

"You are a monster who needs to devour the consciousness of others to obtain a body. How can you have the confidence to say you like Xiaohong?"

This is the first time Tang Seng uttered such heart-piercing words so coldly, expressing the other party's flaws mercilessly with subjective emotions.

His personality has always been peaceful, and he seldom blushes. After becoming a Buddha and a monk, he strictly abides by the rules and precepts, and his state of mind becomes more and more calm with the ringing bells and mantras of the Buddhist school.

However, at this moment, there is no thought of tolerance and tolerance, let alone the gentle attitude that all living beings are equal.Without any scruples, this made Tang Seng feel a sense of joy and relaxation that he had never had before.

Here, there are no monks who are shouldering the task of traveling westward to learn Buddhist scriptures, and there is only Chen Yi, who is full of lovers.Behind him is the noble man whom he has been in love with for a long time before asking to marry. Even though all this is just a fantasy dream, the feelings are real. Although the dream is illusory, the affection is not illusory.

No matter what happens after waking up from the dream, at least in this dream, he does not allow anyone to covet his beloved boy.

He once again protected Fu Zhenhong behind him, completely blocking Master Zhiyun's gaze from looking at Fu Zhenhong.

"A monster that needs to devour other people's consciousness to obtain a body?" Guoshi Zhiyun repeated Tang Seng's words in a low voice. The smile on his handsome face had completely dissipated. Passed a stern and ruthless.

However, this emotion did not last long on his face, but in a short while, Guoshi Zhiyun had adjusted his expression, opened his lips, and said calmly: "Poor creature trapped in a dream, are you here again?" Where did you get the confidence to shout at me?"

National Master Zhiyun approached Tang Seng and chuckled disdainfully: "After all, you are so weak that you can't even protect yourself."

Tang Seng also smiled slightly and said: "This is my dream, if I think about it, you will cease to exist in an instant." Although the tone is gentle and gentle, it implies a bit of danger.

Fu Zhenhong likes Tang Seng like this very much. He is kind and gentle, but not blindly ignorant. The emotion in his heart makes him more lively. He will be jealous, jealous, and show all his care and possessiveness. come out.

So cute.

Thinking of this in her heart, Fu Zhenhong also said these three words directly. Seeing Tang Seng's ears flushed from his words, Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips and smiled, hugged Tang Seng from behind, In front of the national master Zhiyun, he put the bracelet around Tang Seng's abdomen.

Tang Seng covered the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand with his warm fingertips and gently stroked Fu Zhenhong's delicate and round fingertips.

Master Zhiyun watched Fu Zhenhong and Tang Seng making intimate movements as if no one was around, his face twisted for a moment, and a strong sense of jealousy filled his chest.

In the beginning, he was only interested in this beautiful skin of this boneless boy.

As for Tang Seng, he had no interest in eating Tang Seng's meat at all. After all, they were just pawns selected by the Buddhist and Taoist families above, and the so-called rumors that eating Tang Seng's meat would give them immortality were hard to tell.

Originally, he and the four masters and apprentices could be safe separately, but they didn't expect that after possessing Yu Linye, he would be directly beaten to death by Monkey King.

How could he be willing?

So he first came to the land where Tang Seng and others would pass by, and became the national teacher of Zhiyun Kingdom.

He changed his mind. Wouldn't it be more interesting if he devoured Tang Seng and traveled westward to learn Buddhist scriptures as Tang Seng?

However, the only thing he miscalculated was that when he invaded Tang Seng's consciousness and dragged the monk into a nightmare, he was also affected by his emotions.

An hour in the outside world is two years in the dream.

In the past two years, he stayed in Tang Seng's heart, devouring the opponent's consciousness little by little, but was also eroded by the opponent little by little.

He even had the illusion that he was with the boy during the two years in the dream, Tang Seng was just a body he borrowed to touch the boy, and he should be the leading and catalyzing emotion behind it.

"Tang Seng, dreams are the opposite of reality. How happy you are here is how miserable you will be when you wake up from the dream." Imperial Master Zhiyun began to follow her advice.

"You should be grateful to me for letting you have this dream." Guoshi Zhiyun walked to the wooden table as he spoke. He picked up the jug and poured the Acacia wine into the glass that Fu Zhenhong had drunk, and then put his lips to Fu Zhenhong's. Zhenhong drank the wine from the rim of the glass that he had touched.

"It's so sweet." Guoshi Zhiyun licked the corner of her lips, narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a morbid obsession in her eyes.

However, in fact, although this Albizia wine is mellow, it is not the sweet kind. On the contrary, it is even a little boring and spicy. What he said is undoubtedly referring to the fragrance that lingers between Fu Zhenhong's lips and teeth in the mouth of the cup.

Fu Zhenhong didn't pay attention to Master Zhiyun, he put his chin on Tang Seng's shoulder, and gently rubbed his cheek against the skin of Tang Seng's face, calming down the young man in white who jumped up in vain due to the movement of Master Zhiyun Sullen.

"After waking up from the dream, will you alienate me?" Fu Zhenhong asked in Tang Seng's ear.

When she asked this question, Fu Zhenhong thought that Tang Seng would think for a long time, but she didn't expect that the other party answered him almost as soon as he finished speaking...

"No." With two simple words, Tang Seng's voice was calm and firm.

Fu Zhenhong smiled. He looked at the shining-eyed Imperial Master Zhiyun, and said to Tang Seng, "Then expel this obtrusive Imperial Master from your dreams first."

"Your dream, it's good to have me, other insignificant people don't need to continue to exist, so now..." Fu Zhenhong said, a light blue light burst out from the hands that were touching Tang Seng Halo, while this halo was pouring into Tang Seng's body, Fu Zhenhong lowered her voice, closed her eyes and said slowly, "Imagine the most anticipated picture in your mind."

………………

It's late at night, the moonlight is dim, and the silver is shining.

Familiar thatched huts, bright red paper-cuts of happy characters, a few small fluorescent lights shining outside the window, and the slight wind swaying the camphor trees, blowing the fragrance of camellia into this simple but warm wedding room.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Tang Seng, who had just had a drink with him, and then at the red wedding dress on her body. It was rare for her to be slightly dazed, so the most anticipated image in the other party's mind was the wedding with his bridal chamber. ?

Meeting Fu Zhenhong's eyes full of deep meaning, Tang Seng's handsome face also showed a faint blush. He opened his mouth, and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to explain something, but the scene in front of him was silent It revealed the most sincere longing in his heart.

Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly, put her hand on Tang Seng's cheek, traced the outline of his face with her cold fingertips, and whispered, "Kiss me."

Tang Seng's Adam's apple rolled, he got up and hugged Fu Zhenhong, and kissed her tenderly.

There was still the smell of strong wine between the lips and teeth of the two, and the warm lips and tongues were entangled together, involving the most primitive longing.

As Tang Seng's kiss deepened, Fu Zhenhong's eyes also turned a faint red, and all his whispers and whispers were swallowed up in Tang Seng's fiery mouth, and rolled into it along with the warm fragrance. Tang Seng's Adam's apple was squeezed, and it poured straight into the hot heart of the young man.

Tang Seng's hand caressed Fu Zhen's reddish eye ends. The young man in his arms was like a delicate flower, one couldn't help but caress him carefully, making him sway more charmingly.

He is just an ordinary person, facing the boy he loves, the more the flame of emotion is suppressed, the hotter it becomes.

He failed to convert the young man to Buddha, he only wanted the young man to convert to him.

He is Chen Yi, just a newly married man in love.

Lust gradually appeared in Tang Seng's dark eyes, and when their lips parted, there was a touch of lustrous silver thread at the corner of their lips.

"Xiaohong..." Tang Seng softly called Fu Zhenhong's name, his fiery breathing was already a little hoarse.

"Hmm..." Fu Zhenhong's voice was still a little breathless because of the kiss just now, and this murmured response, the moment he raised his eyes and squinted at Tang Seng, turned into a lingering invitation.

This time, Tang Seng didn't ask Fu Zhenhong if it was okay.

He lowered his head and hugged Fu Zhenhong's lips, sucked on the delicate and bright red soft lips, and then hugged Fu Zhenhong into the warmth of the tent.

The boy's body was icy cold, and it was pressed against Tang Seng's hot body.No rules and disciplines, no purity of the six senses, nothing can compare to the young man's beautiful face at the moment.

Tang Seng's heart seemed to have been tightly entangled by the young man's loose black hair. He obviously only drank a glass of wine, but he was drunk in the young man's three thousand black hair.

The skin under the red wedding dress was as delicate as snow, and with the movement of his hands, the most beautiful spring scenery was illuminated by the shaking candlelight.

The young man's flexible waist softened into a puddle of water under his palm, the smooth touch made him linger, it was so slender that he could hold it with just one hand.

Fu Zhenhong clung to Tang Seng's neck softly like a dodder flower, and breathed out slowly in a seductive voice: "Monk...Chen Yi..."

His whisper is like the most affectionate murmur among lovers, the original clear voice has been completely replaced by a seductive softness, his lips seem to contain a piece of the sweetest berry, sticky There is a moist feeling and spring waves.

Make people retreat from reason, only obsessed with maddening him and breaking him.

However, Tang Seng is gentle after all, his actions are pity and cautious, if he is too rough, he is afraid of hurting the young man under him.

The moonlight shines down on the branches and shines into the house through the gaps in the trees. The bright white moonlight and the warm yellow candlelight are intertwined, forming a halo like a floating fragrance, which permeates the bed curtain , faintly revealing the undulating outline of the figure inside.

It wasn't until late at night that the shaking figures gradually calmed down.

The censer outside the curtain was emitting faint smoke. It was green smoke curling down, but there was a musky scent in the air.

Fu Zhenhong stood up, eyes half closed lazily, and looked at Tang Seng lying beside him. His snow-white shoulders were covered with traces made by Tang Seng, and the red and blue bruises revealed a kind of abuse for no reason. beauty.

At this moment, Fu Zhenhong was like a flower that had absorbed enough water, even the petals tremblingly exuded a plump and lustrous charm, full of ecstasy-like temptations.

"Monk, you're dirty." He lightly touched Tang Seng's straight nose bridge with his malicious fingers, charming and innocent.

Tang Seng grabbed Fu Zhenhong's hand and kissed the cold fingertips.

"Well, I lost to you."

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was low and hoarse, with the innocent feet that had been released after the slightest emotion.

Tang Seng thought of the young man's legs wrapped around his waist and abdomen, so slender and white, with a little trembling, and the small and delicate toes curled up, like the finest and flawless jade. .

The three refuges and five precepts of those Buddhist schools, and the truths of all aspects in those scriptures, are all no match for a shallow chant of a young man.

He was bewildered by the young man and lost his mind.

So he moved his heart and abandoned the Buddha.

The monsters on Baihu Ridge can hook people's souls just by looking at them.

It turned out that the first encounter in the Bone Cave, the moment the young man raised his eyes, had already left a strong stroke in the deepest part of his heart, and it also doomed their subsequent emotional entanglement.

As the Buddhist teachings say, everything in this world is related to each other.

Tang Seng lowered his eyebrows and hugged the boy sideways in his arms.

But at this moment, outside the hut in the dead of night, a male voice sounded——

"Master? Bone demon?"