Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

However, the imagined pain didn't come, instead, the thigh was suddenly covered with a layer of softness.Tang Seng opened his eyes, and saw the smiling young man sitting in his arms.

The tip of the nose is full of the fragrance of the young man, which is strong and depressing. Tang Seng, who has already suffered from this fragrance, smells it again this time, and his heart is calm and peaceful, and he will no longer be in a trance because of this fragrance.

He just stared at the young man with puzzled eyes, as if he was surprised at the strange behavior of this monster sitting on his lap suddenly.

Fu Zhenhong covered Tang Seng's eyes with his hands, and his cold body was pressed against Tang Seng's spotless moon-white robe. He picked up the string of dark brown Buddhist beads with his other hand, and buried his head on Tang Seng's neck, soft His lips covered the faintly visible veins of blood vessels, and the fangs on both sides protruded, piercing Tang Seng's skin.

Tang Seng's body trembled violently. At the moment when the sharp teeth penetrated into the skin on the side of his neck, accompanied by a faint pain, there was also an inexplicable numbness like an electric shock.

His eyes were covered by the monster's hand, and other senses of the body were thus infinitely magnified.He felt the blood volume in his body slowly draining under the sucking of the young man, perhaps because of the further reduction in blood, Tang Seng's originally clear mind gradually began to become a little lax.

In a trance, his thoughts drifted unconsciously, and he

He felt the soft touch of the boy's buttocks sitting on his lap, and also felt the coldness of the boy's body against his chest.

[Xiao Hong, if you continue to suck it, this monk can go directly to reincarnation. ]

Fu Zhenhong's identity in this world is Bone Demon, and Bone Demon is a monster, and monsters have a natural love for blood.Even though he is human in nature, he is still attracted by the sweetness of the blood in Tang Seng's body.

Although he wanted to attack Tang Seng, Fu Zhenhong would not wrong her desire.

After Tang Seng's lips turned pale with the flow of blood, Fu Zhenhong finally stopped sucking blood.He glanced at the two cavities in Tang Seng's neck, and licked them lightly with the tip of his tongue.

The boy's body was cold, but his tongue was warm.

Because of his action, Tang Seng's body trembled physiologically.

Fu Zhenhong raised the head buried on Tang Seng's neck, and faced Tang Seng face to face, "I've changed my mind, instead of eating you all at once, I'd rather drink your blood first, and I'll suck your body dry little by little. blood in your blood, and then cook your flesh and eat it."

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she gently wiped off the blood on the corner of her mouth with her fingers. It was obviously a simple action, but it was performed by him for no reason, but it revealed a seductive charm. He slightly raised the corners of his lips, and slowly Huan Wen said: "Monk, do you know what your own blood smells like?"

Tang Seng didn't understand why Fu Zhenhong would suddenly ask such a question, but his gentle temper still made him choose to answer: "Blood is always bloody, smelling like iron and rust, and so is the blood of the poor monk."

"No," Fu Zhenhong shook her head, "Monk, your blood is sweet."

Tang Seng frowned, he couldn't see through this young man, the other party kept changing his perception.If other monsters said such charming words to him, he might think it was a deliberate temptation, but at this moment, the young man's eyes were too cold, even the natural charm between the corners of his eyes and brows could not make him The deepness in the eyes is half hidden.

Perhaps only when this young man stares at a person from the bottom of his heart, the light in his eyes is the most touching beauty in this world.

But this boy is a demon, and a demon... has no heart.

"Monk, what are you thinking?"

Qingyue's voice interrupted Tang Seng's thought without any emotion.

In the next second, the teenager's fingertips touched his lips.

Fu Zhenhong used the index finger that brushed the corner of his mouth to move down from Tang Seng's lips, pressed through the crack of his lips and slid to his lower lip.

As a result, a faint smell of blood was forced into Tang Seng's lips, and he tasted his own blood.

Use the finger that the teenager just stroked the corner of his lips.

After realizing this, Tang Seng's ears suddenly turned red.

"Isn't it sweet?" Fu Zhenhong approached him, a faint smile appeared in her beautiful eyes: "Monk, I like your blood very much."

When he said the last four words, the young man's tone was full of obvious joy. Tang Seng saw the smile in his eyes, but he didn't have the glacier-like coldness when he first denied his words.Those deep black eyes clearly reflected his own face, and that light and faint smile seemed to have gurgling water, shining a vast abyss of stars.

The most touching beauty in the world that he thought of, at the moment when it fell into the eyes of the young man, he saw it.

Tang Seng was startled suddenly, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

He secretly thought that the boy was a monster!Monsters are best at bewitching!So even if you don't have a heart, you can pretend to be flawless when you stare at someone.

Fu Zhenhong sneered, he stood up, and looked down at Tang Seng: "Monk, you are much more interesting than when we first met."

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she called the little monster and took Tang Seng down.

He set up a barrier at the mountain pass of Baihu Ridge. Even if Monkey King had sharp eyes, he would not find the Bone Cave so quickly.

Fu Zhenhong originally thought that eating Tang Seng's meat would make him immortal, but it was just a deliberate rhetoric made by the gods above in order to make Tang Seng experience disaster in this life.But he didn't expect that this was not the case. He drank Tang Seng's blood just now, and the strength in his body increased significantly.

He is transformed from bones, and the way to increase his mana is to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

Although Tang Seng's blood increased his mana, this power was not his source after all, so Fu Zhenhong had no choice but to sit on the soft couch, close his eyes and concentrate, slowly channeling and transforming the power in his body.

In the original Journey to the West, although the bone spirit's magic power is not too weak, compared with the other monsters on the west road of the four masters and apprentices, the strength is not enough.

But Fu Zhenhong is different. He is a senior raider of the Space Management Bureau. He has experienced countless worlds, and the power of his soul is already strong enough.And the advantage of this kind of strong mental power is that after each time he travels to a world, although he can no longer use the power of the previous world, he can strengthen his body function to the maximum in the world he has traveled to.

This also allows him to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and the aura of heaven and earth several times faster than the bone spirit in the original book.

Although he has only been in this world for one year, according to the background of the strategy setting, he has been in this world for more than 1000 years.Before he came, the White Bone Demon was just a monster excluded by the world consciousness. After he traveled, the world consciousness began to repair, using his spiritual power as a benchmark to repair everything to a rational level, including the background of Baihu Ridge and The mana of the Bone Demon has been vacant for nearly 1000 years.

If you really want to count it, his current strength is a bit higher than that of Monkey King.

After converting the power in Tang Monk's blood, Fu Zhenhong came out of the bone cave. Night was the best time for him to absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

No one would be disgusted with improving strength.

If he wants to attack the chosen ones in this world, he must have enough strength and confidence.The Bone Demon has no backer, and he doesn't want to die under the game between Buddhism and Taoism.

By the time he returned to the Bone Cave, it was already noon on the second day.

After ordering the little demon to bring Tang Seng up, Fu Zhenhong conjured a chain with magic, one end was tied to Tang Seng's right foot, and the other end was tied to her own wrist.

After a day's rest, Tang Seng's face had regained its color.

Pulling Tang Seng to sit on the stone bench, Fu Zhenhong pushed the fruit plate on the table in front of Tang Seng.

On the fruit plate were all kinds of fruits prepared by the goblins for Fu Zhenhong. Fu Zhenhong pointed to the round and plump grapes, and said to Tang Seng, "You peel it." After speaking, she pushed another empty plate away. past.

Tang Seng raised his eyes, glanced at Fu Zhenhong lightly, and did not move.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and said calmly: "If you don't peel it off, I'll go down the mountain and catch someone up, and suck his blood dry in front of you."

Tang Seng frowned. Seeing that Fu Zhenhong didn't look like he was joking, he closed his thin lips tightly, and finally picked up a bunch of grapes and began to peel them one by one.

Tang Seng's hands are beautiful, with well-proportioned joints, slender and white. Compared with Fu Zhenhong's unhealthy cold whiteness, his hands are more like white jade, delicate and smooth.The purple grape skin was peeled off at his fingertips, revealing the lustrous flesh.

His speed is not fast, his eyes are half closed and he is quietly and focused on what he is doing. With the peaceful and quiet aura about him, it is pleasing to watch.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, she simply supported her head with her hands, turned her face to the side and quietly watched the movements in Tang Seng's hands.

A quiet look, a quiet peeling.

Time passed little by little, and before one knew it, a bunch of grapes were quickly peeled off.One by one, the plump and round flesh is placed on the plate, very appetizing.

Tang Seng pushed the fruit plate in front of Fu Zhenhong.

In the next second, Fu Zhenhong pushed the plate back again.

Tang Seng looked at him in confusion.

"You feed me." Fu Zhenhong said naturally.

This time, Tang Seng's lips were directly pursed into a cold straight line, and a trace of resistance appeared in his dark eyes.

"What? You don't want to?" Fu Zhenhong sneered, and stood up at once: "Then I'll go down the mountain to catch..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Seng grabbed his wrist. After Fu Zhenhong's eyes fell on him, he seemed a little hard to say. After a few seconds, he moved his lips slightly, and slowly spit out a few words. Word: "I feed you."

Satisfied, Fu Zhenhong sat down again.

Then he opened his lips slightly towards Tang Seng.

Tang Seng tensed up, picked up a grape and put it in Fu Zhenhong's mouth.

However, Fu Zhenhong took the grape and put Tang Seng's fingers in his mouth.