Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

The water of the River of Forgetfulness in the Lete River can cause a temporary loss and wandering of the god's consciousness. Eris' state this time is obviously affected by the water of the Lete River.

Hades frowned slightly, trying his best to suppress some restless restlessness in his body. He knew that Eris' mood was not stable now, and if he continued to let things go like this, things would only get worse and worse. out of control.

Just when Hades was about to remove the hands around his neck, the owner of these hands seemed to know what he was thinking, and the strength in his hands changed from the gentle grasping at the beginning to a slight tightening. shackles.

"Want to get rid of me?"

The quiet and cold voice turned into ambiguous and lingering lingering, Fu Zhenhong raised her beautiful eyes slightly, speaking with a bit of careless frivolity and playfulness, her jet-black hair sticking to the snowy and smooth fragrance The shoulders and the small and delicate collarbone are also glistening with translucent drops of water.

Hades looked at Fu Zhenhong's smiling eyes, the black depth like a cold pool in the pupils no longer existed, replaced by a seductive charm and beauty.

Want to get rid of it?

Hades couldn't give an answer against his will.

Because his heart is happy to be close to Eris.

However, the current Eris consciousness has been affected, and Hades didn't want him to feel angry and uncomfortable when he was fully awake.

Hades frowned even tighter, his eyes became darker, and his complexion became more dignified and profound.

This is a man of extreme restraint.

Self-restraint and abstinence, with a tough calm and reason.

Fu Zhenhong half-closed her eyes, like a lazy fairy, and began to slowly nibble away at the prey that fell into the net.

He let go of the hand around Hades' neck, and his moist fingertips slowly stroked down the angular handsome face.

Hades' body was stiff, and his muscles tensed up suddenly. He felt very clearly that the green and round fingertips moved across his chin and slowly moved to his Adam's apple.

At the moment when Fu Zhenhong's fingertips were pressing on Hades' Adam's apple, Hades felt as if a weak electricity jumped up from his back and into his throat, making his throat twitch Dry and thirsty.

The distance between the two was very close, the warm and humid water mist intertwined with the warm candlelight, and the air became hot and chaotic.

In the hazy and ambiguous atmosphere, the breathing of Fu Zhenhong and Hades was so clear and lingering.

The black robe on Hades' body had already been soaked by the water in the bath, and it was wetly fitting his tall and straight body like a strong bamboo.

Fu Zhenhong touched this body full of strength with his hands. Through a layer of robes, he felt Hades' smooth but not overly stretched muscles. They were firm, warm, and with clear texture. Perfect to the point.

If there is a tease that seems to be nothing, it is the most deadly.

Hades' breathing couldn't be steady anymore, it started to get rough, and his fingers clenched into fists again.

He tried to restrain his hot desire again, but how could Fu Zhenhong let him get his wish?

Fu Zhenhong wanted to see the lord of the underworld completely emotional, and wanted to see him let out a low and depressed moan under her provocation.

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips rose slightly. He picked up a floating tulip petal from the water surface of the bath, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and then put it on Hades' lips, "Do you like it, this smell?"

Hades' Adam's Apple rolled up and down, and he was about to answer, but the next second, Fu Zhenhong leaned over and leaned close to his hot chest, and put his lips on Hades's lips through the petal .

Hades' pupils dilated suddenly, and the fragrance between Fu Zhenhong's lips and teeth slid into Hades' lips along with the moist powder of the petals.

Fu Zhenhong stretched out the tip of her tongue to trace the shape of Hades' lips through a layer of petals, and then loosened it slightly. After the petals fell, she stuck to the warm softness without any barriers.

Feeling Hades' tight body, Fu Zhenhong pushed Hades's white teeth away with her tongue and penetrated into his mouth. The warm tongue curled up Hades' tongue and began to suck.

No one can resist such a god of strife and discord.

Hades' eyes became deep and gloomy, and quickly changed from passive to active, lingering with Fu Zhenhong's tongue, grabbing the intoxicating sweetness.

His movements were a bit fierce and domineering, as if he was punishing Fu Zhenhong for his inappropriate teasing.

Fu Zhenhong endured Hades' kiss, and her waist softened. He clung to Hades's body like a boneless dodder flower. He put his hand on Hades' chest, feeling the tenderness under his palm. A heart that beats with the heaving chest.

Hades's sanity and endurance slowly disintegrated under the fragrant fragrance between his lips and teeth.

After some kissing, Fu Zhenhong's lips became red and shiny, and he opened them slightly, revealing the white teeth inside.

He raised his eyes to look at Hades, with light and loose red at the end of his eyes, like a delicate flower waiting to be picked, swaying trembling and charming spring.

Hades stared deeply at Fu Zhenhong for a few seconds, then closed his ink-black eyes, concentrating on them, and reopened them again, the emotional longing had been covered under the deep pupils.

His Adam's apple moved, "Eris, don't continue." The voice was low and hoarse, mixed with an unbearable depression and magnetic obscurity.

This is Hades' last restraint.

Fu Zhenhong did not answer immediately, but stretched out her small pink tongue to lick off the trace of luster overflowing from the corners of her lips because of her departure just now, and then slowly uttered three words: "I want you."

Without any subtle language modification, it hit Hades' heart in an instant.

The temperature in the pool water has slowly turned cold, and the originally warm mist permeated the air and dispersed, as if it had become a moist and moist undercurrent.

The water is slowly getting colder, but the heat of the body is getting hotter and hotter.

The breaths of Fu Zhenhong and Hades lingered together.

In a daze, Fu Zhenhong remembered the process of forging a peerless sword that he had learned from a master smelter when he was a sword repairer in a certain world of cultivating immortals.

Hades is like a sword that has just been smelted, and the sword still has a fiery breath and an ignorant sharpness.

In order for the sword to become hard and show its sharpness, it needs to be polished carefully.

At this moment, Fu Zhenhong seemed to have become a swordsmith. He first touched the blade with his hands, and traced the texture and veins on the blade with his fingertips.

Fu Zhenhong's palm was tender and smooth, as greasy as snow. After he held the blade of the sword and rubbed it lightly, hearing Hades' heavy voice from his lips, Fu Zhenhong began to feel the heat of the sword and its surface. A slightly rough texture, and then continue to use force, grinding up and down from different angles, constantly adjusting the feeling.

The more the area of ​​the edge is sharpened, the harder it becomes.

The blade may be fierce and may hurt people with blood, but the one in Fu Zhenhong's hands is not. Fu Zhenhong is its owner, so it will only become sharper and more aggressive.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the sweat dripping from Hades' forehead, and the thin sweat flowed to the center of his brow, stirring up a sense of sexiness and heat.

Such a restrained man has become somewhat pitiful due to emotion and longing, but his eyes are full of a kind of sharpness and strength.

After the blade is polished, it needs to be wrapped with a scabbard.

The pool water is moist and lubricated, and the sword blade and the scabbard will form a complete sword.

Gods are not like mortals. Gods have a body that has been tempered and flexible. The moment the sword was sheathed, the breaths of Fu Zhenhong and Hades stagnated at the same time.

Fu Zhenhong hugged Hades' neck, slightly parted her bright red lips, and let out a sweet and pleasant moan from between her lips and teeth.

The blade and the scabbard fit together tightly, Fu Zhenhong brought her lips to Hades' ear, and softly called the name of the King of Pluto, "Hades..." Soft and entangled, like It is the most genuine and intimate murmur between lovers.

Hades looked at Fu Zhenhong with blurred eyes, and his vigorous sword became stronger and stronger.

No matter how restrained a man is, there is blood and passion in his bones.

Withdrawing the sword and withdrawing the sword, each stroke has extremely precise strength and momentum, and the sharp and sharp sword has obtained belonging and satisfaction in the warm and soft scabbard.

In the underworld that exudes coldness and death, there is no distinction between day and night, only the cold white moon that hangs on the dark sky day after day always exudes a cool brilliance.

The candles in light warm colors have already burned out, leaving only the halo of moonlight diffused in from the window and sprinkled on the thin screen, faintly illuminating the two figures swaying inside.

The fragrance of tulips fills every corner of the room. As time passes by, there is no underworld where day and night alternate, only the sweet and greasy fragrance lingers in the air.

[Three days, His Majesty Pluto is awesome. ]

Fu Zhenhong lay lazily on the bed, with a thin quilt covering his body, with his eyes closed, enjoying Hades wiping his wet hair.

Hades' eyes were focused and serious, and a rare tenderness appeared on his expressionless and hard face.

He watched the black hair dry slowly as he wiped it, and felt that his heart was also tightly wrapped by the soft hair, so dense that he couldn't escape.

Pluto, who is selfless and not close to beauty, is finally captured by the god of strife and discord. He is willing to put down his hard armor and reveal his softest and most tender side.

Hades has never been so joyful and satisfied as at this moment, and he feels that he is the happiest man at this moment.

He looked at the ambiguous red marks on Fu Zhenhong's snow-white shoulders, which were the hickey marks left by him, and his body was also covered with traces of the other party's affection.

Hades' eyes became darker, and he paused for a while when he wiped, but after he slightly raised his eyes and saw Fu Zhenhong's sleepy expression, he restrained himself from doing it again.

"Sleep, Eris." Hades whispered, stroked Fu Zhenhong's reddish eyes, and continued to wipe her hair.

The cold white moonlight shone on Hades' quiet face, his thin lips were tightly closed, his eyes were lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a dark shadow on the eyelids.

He didn't know how he would treat Eris after his consciousness recovered, but Hades didn't regret it.Perhaps as early as the moment he pushed the door and came in, the throbbing hidden deep in his heart had already made a choice for his behavior.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little cuties for their nutrition

...............

Weak chicken system: I am very happy, how about you?