Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Tifeng's chest was tightly pressed against Fu Zhenhong's back, and the thin and regular muscles exuded a fiery temperature, as if it was going to be transmitted to Fu Zhenhong's body through the material.

He rested his thin chin on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder, lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the reflection on the water, and the corners of his lips curved slightly in pleasure.

Such an intimate gesture, from a distance, made Fu Zhenhong and Ti Feng look like a pair of loving lovers.

It's just that in this false picture, only Typhon is deeply involved.

"Sure enough..." Tifeng turned his head to look at Fu Zhenhong's flawless side face, delicate and cold, like a cold plum blooming alone on the top of a mountain, his lips moved slightly, and he sighed with unknown meaning: "Recover You, who used to be, have become indifferent."

The hot air sprayed from him while he was speaking hit Fu Zhenhong's neck, and the moist breath spread to his skin, arousing a slight itchiness.

Fu Zhenhong smelled the strong smell of blood emanating from Tifeng's body, and said calmly, "The injuries on your body haven't calmed you down yet?"

Typhon laughed lowly, "Eris, are you caring about me?" After he finished speaking, he also knew that Fu Zhenhong would not answer, so after a pause, he continued: "Honestly, you There are no traces left in the eyes."

Typhon's wound was on the back, which was stabbed by Hades' double-pronged weapon. The wound was deep, from the back shoulder to the waist, the flesh was turned out, and blood was dripping.

"Eris, don't you care about the battle outside?"

Fu Zhenhong did not answer this question, but said flatly: "You should let go."

"No." Tifeng rubbed Fu Zhenhong's cheek lightly with the tip of his nose, and said stubbornly and childishly: "I don't want to let you go."

Fu Zhenhong sneered, twisted her body sideways, and the next second she raised her feet and splashed the turbulent river water towards Tifeng's face.

The cold river water hit Typhon's face suddenly, Tifeng subconsciously let go of Fu Zhenhong's arm, Fu Zhenhong took advantage of the moment Tifeng closed his eyes, and slapped Typhon's face loudly on the cheek.

Fu Zhenhong stood up and looked down at Tifeng, her deep and dark eyes were not too turbulent, like the endless sky under the dark winter night, empty and indifferent.

There were clear red marks on the half of Tifeng's face that was slapped. His skin was already pale, and the fingerprints became more and more obvious. Even though Fu Zhenhong only used three points of force, it still made his half His face was slightly swollen.

Tifeng touched his hot cheeks that were slapped by a slap, and a dark obscurity and gloom flashed in his amber eyes. This emotion was fleeting, and when he raised his head to meet Fu Zhenhong's gaze, he There was no trace of anger in the pupils, and the smile on the corner of the lips not only did not decrease but became stronger, "It hurts, Eris."

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, and looked at Tifeng quietly for a moment, then looked away.

The blood from the wound on Tifeng's back flowed onto the bluestone slab, and the scarlet blood slowly melted with the river water that Fu Zhenhong had just brought to the bank, dyeing the tiny moss into a bright red.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger.

Typhon's face was still wet with water, and the clear water droplets slid across his forehead, flowed through his straight nose bridge, and his bloodless lips, and finally disappeared into Typhon's loose robe On the bare white chest.

The pale and thin face, the lustrous water droplets shining in the sun, and the glaring blood that exudes a fishy smell, combined in Typhon alone, endowing him with a dangerous and sickly charm.

"It really hurts," Tifeng was not satisfied with Fu Zhenhong taking his eyes away from himself, so he simply put his elbows back on the ground as a support for his body, raised his head slightly and looked at Fu Zhenhong and said again, "Face It hurts, the wound hurts, and the heart hurts even more."

Fu Zhenhong squatted down, raised Tifeng's chin with her index finger, and said with a bit of disdain and mockery in her tone: "So you are asking me for sympathy?"

Tyfeng grasped Fu Zhenhong's hand, "You can exchange sympathy for love."

Fu Zhenhong glanced at the hand held by Tifeng, and said lightly: "Do you want to be slapped on the other side too?"

Tifeng laughed, and suddenly pulled Fu Zhenhong down in this posture with force.Tifeng used all his strength, and Fu Zhenhong's body was driven by the inertia to fall down suddenly, but Tifeng seized the opportunity to turn over cleverly, and instantly pressed Fu Zhenhong under his body.

Fu Zhenhong's back touched the hard ground, and he frowned slightly, clearly feeling that his back was getting wet. It was Typhon's blood that was beginning to stain his robe.

Fu Zhenhong didn't struggle, even though he was pressed down by Ti Feng, there was no trace of panic and bewilderment on his face.Two people who are evenly matched, no matter which side they are, even if they are temporarily in a weak position, they will not have the kind of nervousness that is unique to facing danger.

Tifeng stretched out his fingertips and gently stroked Fu Zhenhong's indifferent eye ends. The temperature of his fingertips was completely opposite to that of his fiery chest. The thin calluses rubbed against Fu Zhenhong's soft and delicate skin. No matter how hard she used, Fu Zhenhong's eyes turned a little red.

His eyes lingered on Fu Zhenhong's exquisite facial features, not letting go of every frame and every inch, and obsessive love floated in his amber eyes.

"Eris, I like every aspect of you, whether you are indifferent or charming." Typhon's deep voice radiated endless tenderness.

Fu Zhenhong inserted her fingers into Tifeng's hair, grabbed it hard and pulled it back.

"Hiss..." Typhon groaned in pain.

"Get up." Fu Zhenhong's eyes were cold, and the other hand held a sharp dagger to Typhon's wound.

This is the dagger he just slipped from Typhon's waist, and it is also the one he threw to Typhon in the Abyss Prison.

"You know I won't." After Typhon finished speaking, he wrapped his palm around Fu Zhenhong's hand that was holding his hair and pressed down, and kissed Fu Zhenhong's lips directly.

He bit Fu Zhenhong's lips lightly with his teeth, prying open the white teeth the moment Fu Zhenhong opened his lips slightly, the warm and moist tongue invaded Fu Zhenhong's mouth, flexibly Rolling up the tip of Fu Zhenhong's tender tongue and began to suck.

His movements are strong and domineering, arrogantly lingering at every inch of Fu Zhenhong's moist sweetness, hot, moist, full of possessiveness and aggression, like a beast that has been hungry for a long time, catching its prey and eating it crazily, It was as if he wanted to swallow Fu Zhenhong's whole body.

When his hand moved to Fu Zhenhong's waist, Fu Zhenhong directly stabbed the dagger into the wound on Tifeng's back. The pain made Tifeng's mind extremely clear, but the sweet and fragrant fragrance in his mouth made him He was intoxicated, his body trembled instinctively, and scorching heat gathered in his lower abdomen.

He wants to possess Eris, inside and out.

After this idea came into being, it was out of control like a flood.His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his kissing movements became more and more fierce.The longing accumulated at the tip of his heart shot up from his throat, went straight into his mind, and fermented in the warm thoughts.

Fu Zhenhong felt Tifeng's vigorous desire, which was as hard as the sharp blade he was holding in his hand at the moment. The only difference was that the blade was cold and radiant, while Tifeng's was as if it could burn human skin. piping hot.

Typhon stopped kissing, and stretched his arms to look at the God of Dispute surrounded by him. His lips were kissed a bright crimson color, like petals soaked by the early morning dew, plump and alluring , swaying tremblingly in the breeze.However, his brows and eyes are so quiet and cold, always covered with a layer of untouchable coldness.

Facing his own fanaticism, these beautiful eyes looked at him as if they were looking at a poor fool.

Tifeng was not frostbitten by Fu Zhenhong's eyes, but was aroused with a strong desire to conquer.

He licked the corners of his lips as if reminiscing, and leaned over to Fu Zhenhong's ear and said, "Eris, I want to fuck you." Very vulgar words, straightforward and erotic, and after he finished speaking, he deliberately moved Take a look at the waist and abdomen.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips and said nothing, the hand holding the dagger directly scratched along Typhon's wound caused by the double wishbone, the pain stimulated Typhon's nerves, fine sweat appeared on his forehead , let out a muffled grunt.

[When hunting, this little sick girl is bloody every time. ]

Fu Zhenhong curled her lips, and at the brief moment when Tifeng was paralyzed by the pain, she kicked him into the icy river with lightning speed and mercilessly in the next second.

There was a "bang", and a large circle of water was splashed on the calm river surface.

Fu Zhenhong stood up, looked at the robe stained with Tifeng's blood with disgust, and when Tifeng's head emerged from the water, she gave him a cold look, with a half-smile: "Does the wound hurt?"

Tifeng's back was already seriously injured by Hades' double-pronged buttocks, and Fu Zhenhong used a dagger to aggravate the wound just now, and now that it is covered with cold water, it is undoubtedly magnified Pain.

If it were other gods, they might have been out of pain and eventually lost consciousness, but Typhon is the king of monsters. His powerful strength and sick personality make him destined to be a unique existence in the entire God Realm.

He swam to the shore like a normal person, shook the water from his hair, wiped off the water droplets rolling on his face with his hands, raised his pale face, and stared at him with amber eyes. Fu Zhenhong said: "Eris, you are so cruel."

At this moment, he didn't have that aggressive aura, instead he looked like a innocent and harmless young man, longing for the attention and pity of his beloved, "I just want to get close to you."

Fu Zhenhong didn't bother to talk to him anymore, put on her shoes, turned and left.

Ti Feng just looked at Fu Zhenhong's leaving back, until the figure in his sight disappeared completely, then he slowly withdrew his gaze and got up from the river.

After returning to the cave, Fu Zhenhong took off the robe that was stained with Ti Feng's blood, and then walked into the hot spring. He was not worried that Ti Feng would come in at this time.When he stabbed Typhon's back wound with a dagger just now, he sensed that the other's injury was caused by Hades' double-pronged thighs.

The ultimate artifact fused with the divine power of Hades is far more powerful than ordinary weapons. Even a high-level god like Typhon needs to calm down and recover with divine power, and this process will take a certain amount of time.

No longer thinking about Tifeng, Fu Zhenhong soaked his whole body in the warm spring water, and the warm temperature made him close his eyes comfortably.

And at this moment, the black cat ran in from the cave and let out a soft cry: "Meow..."