Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Ichiki Ikshin is the only Taidao owned by the Kuritaguchi family. If it weren't for the fall of his younger brothers, Yiqi Yijin would be a refined and considerate young man who became Token Fusangshen.

But no matter how gentle a young man is, he is essentially transformed by a sword. As a sword, it must have the sharpest and most prudent blade. It is a weapon to kill the enemy. Once the blood in the heart is stimulated, it will be full of attack power .

The encounters of the lowly people made Yiqi a shock and fell into a dark place, from a warm and moist Fusangshen to a monster who is easy to lose his mind at any time.

Even though all kinds of scars on the body have been removed, the indifference and rejection of the examiner are deeply rooted in his bones.

Fu Zhenhong's appearance aroused a wave of murderous intent. What's ridiculous is that this new god judge didn't really force anything. On the contrary, he couldn't control the evil thoughts in his heart, so he was easily raped. Tease out the love and desire.

Buried deep in the warmth of this man, his thoughts became extremely hot and anxious. His movements were like a beast that would never know its feet, rampaging and dripping freely.

Yizhen Yizhen is a sword, exuding a sharp light, with plunder and possession.

A sword in its sheath is the most complete.

So at this moment, the sword rushed into the scabbard fiercely. The sword and the scabbard need to be adjusted and adapted. Continuous accommodation and adsorption in a vigorous friction.

The sweat on the blue-haired Fu Sangshen's forehead slowly rolled down his fair and handsome cheeks, slid over his lips, and flowed to his collarbone. The posture of holding the examiner in his arms made him feel more directly the force of the sword's penetration into the scabbard. hapiness.

"Slow...slower..." Fu Zhenhong opened her delicate and red lips slightly, and let out a broken moan from between her lips and teeth. However, such words did not slow down Sword Fu Sangshen, on the contrary, they became more and more violent.

Looking at Fu Zhenhong with reddish eyes, the man's slightly parted lips at this moment became the most destructive piece of music, the more beautiful, the more depraved, the more perverted.

At some point, the moon and stars appeared in the dark sky.

The clouds were floating, the wind was whistling, and the bright moonlight stood on the window, casting a cool brilliance faintly into the living room.As the figures floated, there was a strong musky smell in the air. It was originally the assassination of the fifth God Judge by Anqiu Fusangshen, but it turned into an entanglement of swords.

After the end, Fu Zhenhong was naturally cleaned up by Yizheng. Even though the blue-haired Fu Sangshen's eyes were full of sarcasm, he couldn't resist the complicated feelings deep in his heart that he didn't want to admit.

Fu Zhenhong was lazily lying on the soft couch, with his head propped up alone, his smooth black hair hanging around his body, a pure white loose kimono wrapped his graceful figure, and the exposed skin on his chest was covered with a Ambiguous red marks.

This is the mark left after being sucked deeply by someone. It is extremely eye-catching and dazzling on Fu Zhenhong's snow-white skin. His lips are a little swollen, and there is moist water on the dark red lips. Tender luster, full and attractive.

Fu Zhenhong's whole body exudes a kind of tired and lazy spring feeling, like a delicate flower that has absorbed water and nourishment, the corners of her eyes and brows are full of charm and enchantment.

For a while, he didn't dare to look at the current appearance of the new god judge. Those traces created by him all reminded him of his madness just now.

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen, who had also changed into a kimono, lowered his eyes, knelt down in front of Fu Zhenhong, put his fists on his lap, and fell into the disgust of himself.

Neither of them spoke, and the air seemed very still.

One issue and one shock didn't know what to say, while Fu Zhenhong took the time to appreciate the embarrassment and entanglement of one issue and one shock.

The blush on Yiqi Yizhen's face has not completely dissipated. Even though he raised his eyes, he didn't feel that the man's gaze was on him. A little carelessness, but it is impossible to ignore Yiqi Yixing.

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen clenched his fists tightly, and opened his lips slightly. Just as he was about to say something, Fu Zhenhong suddenly took the first step and said, "I don't have any effect on your spiritual power. This is just a hint. Verbal hints."

"So you can actually choose to get rid of me, but you chose to let it go."

There was obvious playfulness in Fu Zhenhong's tone, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips, looking at the blue-haired Fu Sangshen's face that changed suddenly because of his words, admiring the overly pale face.

His thoughts became extremely chaotic, annoyance, remorse, disgust, all kinds of troubled and complicated emotions were intertwined in his heart.

The god judge is just a temptation, because he can't stand the temptation. In the false self-imagining, he deceives himself and others to take the suggestion in his heart as true, thinking that he is controlled by spiritual power, and chooses to compromise like self-sacrifice.

It's ridiculous...

He hated sleep, but he himself did what he hated most with the new judge, and sank into it.

The real sinner is himself.

"Go out, don't disturb my sleep." Fu Zhenhong gave the order to evict the guest lightly.His voice was still a little hoarse, like intoxicated wine. In this silent night, there was an ambiguous lingering and lingering, but his tone was indifferent, as indifferent as the hearty and dripping scene not long ago. Blending is just an illusion.

In the first phase, he felt a little stuck in his heart, and with these faint sourness, he subconsciously ignored this more abnormal emotion that shouldn't be, and silently stood up and left the living room.

He really needs time to calm down now.

On the second day, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the pill, Fu Zhenhong slowly opened her eyes from sleep.

Honmaru, which has been cloudy and rainy for many years, is finally no longer covered with dark clouds and cold wind on the morning of the first day of the new judge's arrival. The whole Honmaru seems to have changed from a harsh winter to a warm and warm early spring.

Fu Zhenhong only used spiritual power to repair the living room where he needed to live yesterday. As for the rest of the pill, it was still as depressed and dilapidated as ever.

Fu Zhenhong left the living room, and Hu Zhisuke was already waiting for him at the door.

"My lord, I will take you to have breakfast now."

Fu Zhenhong remembered that there was a sword called Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada in this main pill. It was said that this sword Fusangshen was very capable of housekeeping and was good at cooking all kinds of exquisite gourmet dishes.

Although Fu Zhenhong didn't think that with the current financial situation of the Honmaru, he could make such a rich breakfast, but he could get a good look at all the swords Fusangshen in this Honmaru.

The dining room was not far from the living room, and Fu Zhenhong was led by Foxnosuke, but it took only a few minutes to arrive.

Compared with the dilapidated and messy places in other places, the dining room was surprisingly clean. Fu Zhenhong didn't have the time to think about whether it was kept clean all the time, or some Fu Sangshen made a special effort to do it because of his arrival. clean up.

After Fu Zhenhong went in, she found that all the swords and swords in the main pill were there except for the first phase and Yizheng, whether it was the only four short knives left in the main pill or Fu Sangshen of other sword types.

In this Honmaru numbered zero, there are a total of 24 Token Fusangshin extant, and many faces of Token Fusangshin are extremely unfamiliar to Fu Zhenhong.

Fu Zhenhong only saw Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Mikazuki Zongjin and Yiqi Yizheng yesterday.But even though it was the first time for Fu Zhenhong to see the remaining Fusangshen with swords, it was not the first time for them to see Fu Zhenhong.Because last night before Mikazuki Zongjin went out as a representative of the negotiations, the other Token Fusangshen basically hid in the dark to watch out for prying eyes.

Fu Zhenhong's gaze didn't linger too much on the faces of these Sword Fusangshen, and it could even be said that she didn't pay any real attention at all.

The main seat in the middle was empty, so Fu Zhenhong walked straight over.

Breakfast has been set on the long dining table, the food is simple but exquisite.

However, no matter how exquisitely it is made, it cannot cover up the inferior quality of the ingredients themselves.

Fu Zhenhong can completely accept these breakfasts, he is not picky about them, but he is Tomie Kawakami now, Tomie Kawakami pursues a refined and luxurious life, and is very particular about it, even breakfast must be extremely luxurious and high end.

Fu Zhenhong didn't move, and neither did the Fu Sangshen who had been observing his expression.

The short knives were all tense, with a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads. They were terrified, especially after seeing that the seats that were supposed to be the first round were still vacant.

Yaken Toshiro is the most stable of the remaining four short knives. He took a deep breath, tried to adjust his state, held the hand of Ranto Shiro who was trembling the most, and gave his younger brother a silent hand. comfort and reliance.

Fu Zhenhong noticed the side of Yaoken Toshiro and Ranto Shiro, and when he turned his eyes to these two fusangshen, Ranto Shiro with long orange hair suddenly trembled more violently, his face There was also a frightened expression.

At this moment, a man with long white hair moved his body back a bit, blocking Fu Zhenhong's view.

"Master God Judge, aren't you going to have breakfast?" This man with long white hair looks very handsome, and the ends of his bangs are a little messy and randomly turned up, which looks like a pair of fox ears.

Although he respected Fu Zhenhong as an adult in his words, there was no trace of respect in his tone, and even a hint of irony and disdain.

Xiaohumaru, like Sankazuki Zongjin, one of the five swords in the world, was also forged by Sanjo Zongjin, a swordsmith in the Heiankyo period.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not interested in short knives," Fu Zhenhong smiled softly, her eyes fell on Xiaohuwan's exposed chest, "I like you more than short knives."

This fusangshen has a tall and tall body, with smooth and beautiful muscle lines, full of strength and explosive power, and is a very mature and masculine body.

It's a perfect body.

There was a little deep meaning in Fu Zhenhong's eyes, and the scrutiny was undisguised. Such straightforward words similar to a confession made Xiaohuwan slightly startled, and the vigilance and vigilance in his eyes became much weaker in an instant. , he staggered Fu Zhenhong's gaze, and coughed in disguise.

"Hahaha, the god judge really knows how to joke." Sanri Yuezong said with a smile.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at the most beautiful sword trying to smooth things over, and the arc of the corners of his lips widened a bit, he half-closed his eyes, and said inexplicably, "Do I seem to be joking, huh?"

The last ending, Fu Zhenhong, raised her tone slightly, with a hint of laziness in her arrogance. In this dark and tidal atmosphere, there was a mature and seductive protractedness for no reason.

The blond Fusangami Yamabaki Kunihiro, who was wrapped in a dirty cloth, blushed for no reason, pulled the quilt on his body, and hid his face even deeper.

As the last sword in Honmaru, because he didn't feel the evil deeds of the first judge, and he didn't experience the replacement of the next few judges, he didn't reject the new judge, but as a sword, He chose to stand on the side of his companions, and he had never been hurt by them. Naturally, he was not qualified to persuade fellow Fusangshen's swordsmen to be kind.

"Does the judge not like me?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga chose the seat closest to Fu Zhenhong. While speaking, he leaned his body and leaned on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's lips clearly had a bright and brilliant smile, but an extremely obscure and dark coldness flashed in his golden pupils.

Fu Zhenhong turned her head to look at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, reached out her hand and gently pinched the white-haired Fu Sangshen's delicate and thin chin, and then directly put her lips on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's.

And at this time, the first stage of mental construction was finally done, and when I walked in, I happened to see the scene of the new God Inspector kissing Tsurumaru Kuninaga lightly.

The author has something to say: Thank you little cuties for their nutrient solution

Thank you Tangshi for the grenade and Luci for the six mines

Thanks to Nanfeng Zhiwuyi, Tangshi, Ah Miao, Ling CAT, ?CHIMMY, and Yanhui for throwing a landmine

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Cough cough, I'm sorry, when I wrote this scene similar to Xiaohong sitting in the harem with three thousand beauties, I slowed down unconsciously. I didn't have it in the first half, but after thinking about it, I still couldn't help the details For a moment, guilt.

Then what I want to say is that this is really a non-nutritious, easy-going little white heartthrob essay!Xiaohong just teases this one and that one

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One issue, one shock: I have been entangled for so long, but you favor other people?

Weak chicken system: Xiaohong, scumbag!

Xiaohong:? ? ?