Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Typhon's voice was gloomy and hoarse, with a bit of wet desire and joyful passion.

At this moment, he is no longer like a lunatic full of dangers, but like an ordinary admirer with deep affection.

While he was speaking, the warm breath sprayed out from his light-colored lips, and the light heat lingered in the air between the two of them, spreading faintly to Fu Zhenhong's lips, making Fu Zhenhong feel There was a kind of itch that seemed to be absent.

Fu Zhenhong hadn't said anything yet, but Thanatos who was at the side said, "Typhon!"

The cold-faced god of death shouted the name of the monster king warningly, and his slightly wrinkled brow showed his dissatisfaction with Typhon's behavior and words.

Typhon didn't pay attention to Thanatos, and didn't even give him a look.Tifeng's gaze was completely on Fu Zhenhong's face, a hint of obscurity and gloom appeared in his amber pupils, then he raised his pale and bloodless hand, and gently placed Fu Zhenhong's hand on his chest. Hair brushed behind ears.

His movements were intimate and natural, as if he had done it countless times. When he put down his hand, he scratched Fu Zhenhong's small and delicate earlobe with his fingertips seemingly unintentionally.

Thanatos watched Typhon's small movements, and suddenly an unknown fire quickly gathered in his chest, and his brows frowned more deeply.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, and said lukewarmly: "You called me here just to tell me such meaningless words?"

Typhon smiled without saying a word, he raised his head to look at the brightest candle placed on the highest point of the stone wall, the candlelight hit his face, and the over-long dark blue hair on his forehead faintly covered his eyes, as if Surrounded by a cloud of fog, people can't really see the most real emotions in his pupils.

He opened his lips slightly, let out a soft sigh, and his thin lower jaw formed a smooth, thin and cold arc along the neck to the collarbone.

Then she walked back to the seat where she was sitting at first, and the hard chains rubbed against the ground, making another harsh sound.

He sat back in his seat, and then tapped the seat next to him with his finger, "Sit." After a pause, he continued, "We can't just stand and talk all the time."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows and walked over.

After Fu Zhenhong sat down, Tifeng picked up the tea on the table and said casually while pouring water for Fu Zhenhong: "Old friend, the one outside the door, are you going to keep disturbing?"

Thanatos pursed his lips, and he glanced at Fu Zhenhong, but saw that his brother didn't look at him, but his eyes stayed on the water flowing slowly from the teapot.

"Thanatos, wait for me outside." Fu Zhenhong said.

Thanatos clenched his fists, turned and left with a tense face.

Tifeng, who was pouring tea, laughed again, the sharpness and sharpness of his body seemed to be completely subdued in the light tea fragrance, leaving only a calm elegance and nobility.

Even Fu Zhenhong had to admit that aside from Tifeng's neurotic personality that might erupt at any time, from this moment alone, the man next to him was not like the father of many monsters, but rather a pleasing and refined god.

Tifeng moved the [-]% full teacup to Fu Zhenhong's face, then rested his chin with one hand, and just tilted his head slightly to stare quietly at the beautiful God of Discord and Discord.

There was a smile in his narrow and coquettish phoenix eyes, and a bit of intoxicating tenderness.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the water in the cup and said inexplicably, "Cold tea has lost its value for drinking."

Tifeng heard Fu Zhenhong's implication, and he shook his head indifferently: "Although the tea is cold, my heart is warm."

He put his hands on his chest, "It's beating very fast here, do you want to feel my excitement?"

Fu Zhenhong pinched Tifeng's chin, half-closed her eyes: "Are you suggesting that I dig out your heart?"

Tifeng held Fu Zhenhong's wrist, lowered his head slightly in this posture, put his lips on Fu Zhenhong's hand, and gently rubbed Fu Zhenhong's delicate and smooth skin with his lips.

"Dig it out and put it in your heart, I will be extremely happy."

His low voice flowed from the cracks of his lips, mixed with an ambiguous and charming morbidity, and obsession, love and desire to destroy were mixed in the depths of his pupils, but his tone was so lingering and gentle, so extremely contradictory The emotions are intertwined, making Typhon look scary and dangerous.

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer Ti Feng's words, nor did she withdraw her hand. Ti Feng held it tightly, using strength like restraint and imprisonment.

"We haven't seen each other for so long, my dear Eris, this time, you must keep my appearance firmly in your heart." Tifeng held Fu Zhenhong's hand and put it on his face, covering Fu Zhenhong with his palm The back of his hand, guiding this hand to carefully trace the outline of his facial features.

When Fu Zhenhong's fingers touched Tifeng's lips, Tifeng stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked Fu Zhenhong's round and tender fingertips, and then bit Fu Zhenhong's fingers with his teeth in the next second belly.In an instant, bright red blood beads overflowed from Fu Zhenhong's fair skin, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

The smell of blood stimulated Typhon's senses, he sucked the blood from Fu Zhenhong's fingertips, but his eyes were fixed on Fu Zhenhong, the hunger in his eyes was like a carnivorous beast.

Compared with the killing and rage of the god of war Ares, the blood and death on Typhon's body are more dangerous and vicious. The former is unruly, straightforward and pure, while the latter is completely unscrupulous.

"You're distracted," Typhon squinted his eyes: "Who are you comparing me with?"

Fu Zhenhong asked with great interest: "Who do you think?"

Typhon smiled lowly: "In front of me, but thinking of other irrelevant people, Eris, I will be angry."

"Angry?" Fu Zhenhong kicked the chain on Tifeng's ankle with her toe: "Now you, a prisoner, are you worthy?"

"You can really poke me where it hurts."

"I thought you were used to it."

"It's gone here, so how could I get used to it?" At the same time as the words fell, Tifeng pulled Fu Zhenhong to his side, wrapped his arms around Fu Zhenhong's waist with one hand, and wrapped him in his arms.

Fu Zhenhong sat on Typhon's lap, he stroked the artery in Typhon's neck with one hand, and with the other hand, he held a dagger and stabbed it straight down from above Typhon's shoulder, the sharp blade It penetrated completely into Typhon's skin, leaving only the black hilt exposed to the air.

Blood overflowed from the gap between the wound and the handle of the knife, but Typhon seemed to feel no pain at all.He didn't even look at the injury on his shoulder. Instead, he hugged Fu Zhenhong even tighter. He put his lips close to Fu Zhenhong's ear, licked the root of Fu Zhenhong's ear, and said slowly: "You are right. I'm always so ruthless."

Fu Zhenhong said lightly, "No one else would be as presumptuous as you."

"Are you presumptuous..." Typhon repeated these two words lightly, and then laughed: "It's rare that you come to see me, I really should be more presumptuous."

"Eris, you deserve to lie under me and be bumped and loved." As soon as the words fell, Tifeng didn't give Fu Zhenhong another chance to speak, so he aimed at Fu Zhenhong's lips and kissed them directly.

He forcefully pried open Fu Zhenhong's white teeth, and inserted his nimble tongue into Fu Zhenhong's mouth, evoking Fu Zhenhong's tender pink tongue to suck wantonly, grabbing the fragrant sweetness.

Fu Zhenhong's hand on Tifeng's neck artery had already pierced into his skin, but even though he was about to face the threat of his life, Tifeng didn't stop, but kissed even more fiery and fierce.

The bright red blood can only make him more excited, and the pain of the wound also makes him feel the trembling that goes deep into his soul.

He enjoys the pleasure of hovering on the verge of death, and even more enjoys the intimate contact with the man in his arms.

Typhon's body temperature became scorching hot, the heat quickly gathered in his body, and the longing in his heart began to stir around the corner.His kiss slowly moved down from Fu Zhenhong's lips, from that delicate and flawless chin all the way to the small and beautiful Adam's apple.

His breathing was heavy and hot, and every inch he moved down, Fu Zhenhong pierced the skin of his neck deeper.

Tifeng finally stopped between Fu Zhenhong's collarbones. He gently sniffed the fragrance emanating from Fu Zhenhong's body with the tip of his nose. It makes everyone intoxicated and crazy.

"Eris, I really want to possess you, plunder you, and make you sweat."

The corners of Fu Zhen's red lips curled up, and the nails went deep in again, sticking to Typhon's arteries without hindrance: "If you can still be alive before then."

"Eris, I really love your cold and heartless appearance." Tifeng loosened his hands around Fu Zhenhong's waist.

Fu Zhenhong also returned her hand, "Dirty."

Tifeng looked at the blood on Fu Zhenhong's hand. The originally slender and white hand had clear bones like the most exquisite artwork, but now it was stained with thick and sweet blood, which made Fu Zhenhong's whole body see through. With a kind of evil charm.

"Dirty by me." Typhon hooked the corners of his lips, lowered his voice, and said meaningfully: "If I can, I would like to use another thicker and hotter liquid to stain and damage you, All that's left is a moan begging for mercy."

Fu Zhenhong wiped the blood from her hands onto Typhon's clothes: "The king of monsters who is a prisoner is nothing more than a poor wretch suffering from a strong delusion."

Fu Zhenhong's lips were slightly swollen because of being kissed by Tifeng, red and moist, like a plump delicate flower, so even if he said such disdainful and contemptuous words on his mouth, Fu Zhenhong's lips were slightly swollen. There was no trace of anger in Feng's heart.

"Dear Eris, do you think I'll be stuck here forever?"

Fu Zhenhong sat down again, put his finger in the cold tea, stirred the water in the cup, watched the last blood on his finger slowly spread out in the tea, and replied indifferently : "Are you implying that I already have a plan to escape from prison?"

"I tell you the plan, will you tell Hades?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Typhon tapped his collarbone: "Here, I saw the hickey marks that haven't completely dissipated."

Fu Zhenhong smiled, and was rarely interested: "So what? Are you sure it's Hades?"

"It's just a hunch." Typhon said, "But you will only belong to me after all."