Heartless

In the eighth year of Chongzhen, Emperor Chongzhen issued an imperial edict to punish himself, and Li Zicheng attacked Fengyang.Xu is that Ming Zuo is about to end, and the sky is warning. It was supposed to be a drizzle in Jiangnan in April, but suddenly the weather was suddenly cold overnight, with hail and snow.

The snow fell heavily, fluttering like poplar flowers, but the cold river was covered with a stick of incense.The fishermen on the river couldn't bear the bone-cutting cold, and turned back one after another. Only a tall wooden boat stayed in the middle of the river, motionless in the wind and snow.

The wooden boat is neither a pleasure boat nor a fishing boat. The skeleton of the hull is simple, and the cabin is surrounded by a thick silk curtain painted with white tea, and dotted with snowflakes under the eyes. Get elegant.Quite a few fishermen came and went, seeing such an unfamiliar lone boat parked on the river for a long time, they felt both apprehensive and murmured.

Until an old boatman with white hair and beard knocked on the edge of the other party's boat with his oar, and kindly persuaded him: "Take up the boat early and go home. If it is later, the river will be blocked by heavy snow and you will not be able to move."

Out of the cabin came a man, dressed in a black robe and black cloak, with a majestic figure, half-flowered hair, especially the white hair at the temples, he should be of a certain age, but he looked flawless and heavenly Some are handsome.

This old boatman is a local fisherman. He has seen many fishermen and boatmen traveling on the river for decades, so he can tell at a glance that this person has an extraordinary background.Seeing that even though his brows and eyes are smiling, not only is his demeanor unique in his life, but also his expression is a bit calm and majestic, and he can't help but shudder.

The black-robed guest asked with a smile, "Boater, can I ask you for a pot of hot wine?"

As long as the other party is an official, or a mainstay in the court, the old boatman dare not neglect, but this black-robed guest is polite and generous, throwing a large ingot of silver when he raised his hand.

Some ice floes had formed on the surface of the river, and the clear water was gurgling under the ice, and the boat made a soft "creak and creak" sound when passing by.

Heipaoke asked some questions about Chaowai, and the old boatman knew everything, and answered all of them incessantly, saying how Li Zicheng led the rebels from the four dynasties and eight alliances to capture Fengyang, and how he dug up the Taizu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang in one fell swoop. ancestral grave...

Hei Pao Ke listened with a smile all the time, until he heard the phrase "The descendants of the Zhu family have no virtue, the one surnamed Li is going to be the emperor." Fang smiled lightly.

During the whirling wind and snow, they chatted again about the time of a cup of tea, the black robe returned to the cabin, and the old boatman had just rowed away.

"A-Lang, drink with me."

Kou Biancheng came in from outside the cabin, and saw Ye Qianlang sitting cross-legged next to a burning stove, closing his eyes and doing exercises.

His complexion was as pale as wax snow, but his red clothes were as bright as blood.

It just so happens that there is such a person who can make the most colorful colors in the world look like a martyrdom.

He didn't want to disturb him, but before anyone approached, he saw a purple-black aura flashing between Ye Qianlang's eyebrows, his eyes opened sharply like cold swords out of their sheaths, and he made a move to snatch the wine jar in his hand.

Kou Biancheng didn't take it seriously at first, he only thought it was a joke between lovers, so he lightly resisted the move "Wushan Yunyu", but he found that the opponent's pupils were reddish, and the narrow and upward eye ends were also covered by a A strange and coquettish blood color infiltrates it, so it immediately turns the emptiness into reality, and a little more true energy is stored under the palm.

After dismantling each other and unloading each other for a few moves, the two faced palms across the wine jar - how could this yellow clay jar withstand such two ruthless forces, it immediately shattered into pieces, and the spicy wine splashed all over each other.

The inside of the cabin is only one zhang square, the two of them fought unhappily, and they hugged each other again in a blink of an eye.You fought with me up and down, Ye Qianlang sat straddling the waist of Kou Biancheng, like an alcoholic who has been greedy for many years seeing a fine wine, following the smell of alcohol, he approached his face, tearing and tearing the ground Get close to him.

In a blink of an eye, the clothes were ripped open, and the wine was dripping down the crevices of the muscles, which made the strong body look as if it had been smeared with butter, and the light color was alluring.

Ye Qianlang bent down, lowered his head, bit Kou Biancheng's throat, held the protruding Adam's apple between his teeth, gnawed gently for a while, then buried his face into his chest, and sucked his chest dry liquor on top.

"It's rare today, and you miss me again after we parted?" It's rare that Lord Ye, who is usually not moving, took the initiative to throw himself into his arms. Kou Biancheng supported the waist of the other party with one hand, and put his other hand under his robe, and touched him. Touching the half-hard thing in his crotch, he smiled lightly, "I will give it to you if you want it, why are you so anxious?"

"It's too cold." He spit out expressionlessly, and regardless of whether the cold water in front of him would disappoint people, the blood in Ye Qianlang's eyes was heavy, and his cold iron hands touched Kou Biancheng's lapel, and took the black robe. Pulling away some more, he buried his head in sucking the other's nipple.

The tongue sweeps the areola of the other party like a circle, slowly and suddenly, and the severity is variable. When one pair of nipples are congested and hardened, he rubs and kneads repeatedly on the fingertips, and at the same time presses the tip of the tongue against the hard bead on the other side. Trembling anxiously.

The two bulges on the chest were sucked back and forth by the other party, like two jelly beans in the mouth. Although there was a slight pain from time to time, it was more comfortable and comforting to the bone.For a while, his breathing became heavy, his voice became muddy, and the corners of his eyes and lips were full of smiles, Kou Biancheng reached out and touched the back of Ye Qianlang's head, picked up a lock of his black hair with his fingers, and said, "Do you like it very much? "

"I like the smell of wine..." After playing with the other's nipples, he slid down his body with his strong waist, sucked the kiss down along the distinct muscles, squeezed the tip of his tongue into the umbilical fossa, and licked away the residue A little liquor there.

In a blink of an eye, his face reached Kou Biancheng's crotch.

He pressed the tip of his nose against the huge penis through the cloth, and rubbed it lightly twice as if sniffing but not smelling. Suddenly, he raised a face from between the other's legs, and slightly pulled the corner of his mouth: "This man smells like a cock." ……prefer."

This smile is a glimpse, but this face is bright and beautiful, it is shockingly beautiful.

Kou Biancheng gently pinched Ye Qianlang's chin, leaned over, and kissed him on the forehead very tenderly and preciously, and said, "Since you like it, please keep it in your mouth and make it happy."

Just as he was about to take out the thick and long evil root, Ye Qianlang suddenly stopped moving for some reason, but his body trembled violently involuntarily and unnaturally.

Kou Biancheng couldn't help frowning, and stretched out his hand to grab Ye Qianlang's wrist, waiting to feel his pulse, his brows were tightened, and his voice, as thick as wine, became lower for a while: "Your cold poison has flared up again."

Originally thought that after the two of them practiced the Great Red Lotus Sutra together, the cold poison had been completely gone. In addition, the Great Treasure Dharma King's relic was buried in the heart vessel, Ye Qianlang himself did not expect that the deadly cold poison would go away and recur.

It's just that it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance that relics performed miracles that day, and the cold air of the Five Yin Burning Heart Art was extremely yin and evil, easy to get in and hard to get out, and every time he performed the power with him, he would secretly accumulate more, dormant for several years Finally, due to the recent changes in the celestial phenomena, it happened again.

Kou Biancheng saw that Ye Qianlang's skin was as transparent as cold jade, and the blood vessels and meridians inside were faintly visible, as if the cold poison was attacking again, so he wrapped him into his arms, and lightly pressed the palm of his hand against the dantian of his lower abdomen, sending out a burst of hot true energy.

For a moment, he felt the hot flow filling the viscera, and the real air flowing through the meridians. Ye Qianlang groaned comfortably, and then raised his hand to tighten his grip on Kou Biancheng's neck.

After cuddling like this for a while, Kou Biancheng turned Ye Qianlang's body and said, "I have a way to get rid of the cold poison on your body."

He narrowed his eyebrows slightly, and said again: "There is more than one method, which can be divided into three strategies according to their advantages and disadvantages, and it depends on which one you are willing to listen to."

Ye Qianlang felt that the cold poison was temporarily restrained, he evened his breath and said: "Let's listen to the next strategy first."

Kou Biancheng pinched Ye Qianlang's chin, lowered his head and kissed his cold lips, and said with a smile, "I'm a bit troubled, and in this freezing season, I meet Ah Lang naked and naked. Practice the 'six postures, nine postures, and thirty postures'." Although it was meant to be a joke, the worry on his face was true: "It's just that you have relapsed after the cold poison has gone this time. Get rid of it."

Ye Qianlang's complexion remained unchanged, and he did not respond to the hot lips of the other party, only saying: "What is the middle strategy?"

"Let's leave the Central Plains to go to the Western Regions, stay away from this snowy and cold weather, maybe it can make you feel better."

Ye Qianlang closed his eyes slightly, and said, "What's the best strategy?"

"Is this the best strategy..." Kou Biancheng raised his eyebrows, a strong wind suddenly came from under his palm, and before Ye Qianlang opened his eyes, a palm blade was already slashing towards his neck.

Fortunately, they have already gotten to know each other's temper well, and they didn't let down their vigilance even in the most lingering and affectionate moments. Kou Biancheng slashed at him with a palm, and Ye Qianlang countered with a swipe at the same time. The softness, density, and pungentness of the heart formula——

When the two palms joined together, it was as if the sky thundered and the ground was on fire in an instant, and there was a loud bang, and the canopy of the boat was blown to pieces.

On the floating ice, Kou Biancheng is hunting in black robes, Yingyue is indulgent, and Ye Qianlang is handsome in red, cold and handsome.

Thousands of hectares of the river have been frozen, and the snow seems to be all over the sky, creating a white and snowy scenery.

Although the strength of the palm was retracted, the edge of the palm still had a faint golden light. Kou Biancheng looked at Ye Qianlang with a smile, and said, "If you keep moving your kung fu, the cold air will never stop. Only by completely dissipating the kung fu of Wu Yin Burning Heart Jue will you be able to get rid of it." It is the best policy to stop the boil by drawing salary. I know you are not willing, so I have to do it myself to abolish your martial arts."

These words are really tyrannical and domineering, this person has not changed his true nature of a bandit in the slightest, at that time he was plundering for the bandits, but now he is giving it generously, completely disregarding whether others appreciate it or not, whether he wants it or not.

Ye Qianlang didn't open his mouth, he knew that if he was a little slower with that palm just now, he would be completely controlled by others, and from Baihui to Dazhui, no matter where he received a real blow, his kung fu would definitely be useless.

"Practicing martial arts self-defense is the way to survive in troubled times, but if I will protect you wholeheartedly and guard you from now on, even thousands of troops and horses will not be able to hurt you at all, wouldn't it be better than practicing this kind of kung fu that breaks the heart? "The smile in Kou Biancheng's long eyes became warmer and deeper, and his tenderness was like a trickle of spring water, and he said softly: "I don't want to see A-Lang suffer, I can't bear it."

Ye Qian didn't blame the other party for the sudden killing, he just said calmly: "Just because you said 'reluctant', you want me to waste more than ten years of painstaking skills, what's the reason?"

"Since ancient times, success is the king, the truth of the world." Kou Biancheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, but his brows and eyes were filled with the arrogant self-confidence that felt that this matter was not worth mentioning, "If I win, I will be the truth."

"Hey, 'Success is the king, the law of the world.'" Ye Qianlang nodded slightly, seeming to agree with what the other party said, and after a while, he said calmly: "Then... what if I win?"

Bloodthirsty and gambling are natural instincts, Kou Biancheng thought it was interesting, but his face remained calm: "What do you want?"

Ye Qianlang paused every word: "I want you."

Kou Biancheng knowingly asked, "Why?"

"Brother Kou thinks he has a good capital, and he never tires of asking Ye every night." He said "Brother Kou" politely, as if he had just met him in the past. Twitching the corners of his mouth, "You must know that Ye Mou's capital is also good, and Brother Kou's taste of the backyard is really fascinating."

Kou Biancheng slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You are not my opponent."

Knowing that Lord Ye's temperament has not changed for many years, what he said must be what he thought in his heart, so he didn't say much, and slightly touched the ice with his left foot, drawing the energy of the Great Red Lotus Sutra downward—the frozen river surface In an instant, a huge crack opened, and with a rumbling sound, it rushed straight to Ye Qianlang.

Ye Qianlang flew to dodge it, almost at the same time the huge crack exploded from under his feet, causing countless shattered ice and huge waves.

At the foot of Kou Biancheng, the energy of the Great Red Lotus Sutra has not been absorbed yet, a red shadow has pierced from a cloud of water mist, Ye Qianlang leaps forward, the water vapor in his hand condenses, the strength of his wrist bursts out, and the soaring water waves immediately turn into pieces The thin and delicate silver blade shoots out.

With a cold light in front of his eyes, gongs and drums ringing in his ears, Kou Biancheng turned sideways to pass the attack of the wave that came first, and then swayed left and right to dodge again and again. The sky net, simply cast the Great Red Lotus Sutra, and turned those ice blades into a cloud of rain and mist while the sleeves of the robe rolled.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qianlang didn't finish his first move, but then came again.He flew towards Kou leaning forward, using two streams of zhenqi with both hands, and saw a ball of white light circling and stirring in his palm, as if it was real, heading towards Kou in the blink of an eye. Going straight to the point, Kou Biancheng gradually greeted him at the top gate of Biancheng.

Ordinarily, the two of them had long been familiar with each other's martial arts methods, but Ye Qianlang's martial arts was still weak, and he was actually at a disadvantage.

It is slightly inferior to Kou Biancheng on the outside, and it is definitely not possible to gain the victory within a few dozen moves.It's just that Kou Biancheng didn't try his best before, and in addition to the freezing weather and constant snow and hail, the Wuyin Burning Heart Art is just that it becomes stronger when it is cold, and Ye Qianlang's cold poison flares up and it is time to be enchanted, and his internal strength is multiplied in a short moment. Long, one ebbs and another ebbs and flows, victory and defeat seem to be divided.

"I am a god and Buddha in this cold and snowy place, how did you win me over!"

The picturesque eyebrows became more heroic, Ye Qianlang made several more palms in a row, the moves became more ruthless and hotter, he approached step by step, Kou Biancheng retreated again and again, he could only barely parry but was unable to fight back, and finally gave up He stopped blocking, and received Ye Qianlang's palm with his chest.

The ice beneath his feet shattered suddenly, and Kou Biancheng fell into the cold river, but he didn't emerge for a long time.

"What about people?"

As if that person disappeared in this cold day and snowy land, Ye Qianlang looked carefully at the ice layer, twisted the black hair on his temples, and the blood in his eyes rolled, as if his eyes were red from murder, and he was so charming.

Suddenly, a clump of black shadows flitted under the ice surface under his feet, Ye Qianlang picked up his hand and slapped it.

The ice floes shattered like fine powder, and the palm wind stirred up huge waves, but they didn't force the people who were hiding at the bottom to come up.Ye Qianlang landed on another piece of ice floe, and said with a light smile, "Brother Kou, I would like to accept the bet, and Ye Mou will treat you tenderly."

Except for the cold wind blowing in the ears, there was no voice to respond.

Ye Qianlang paced a few steps on the ice, not in a hurry, nor in a hurry. Although Kou Biancheng's tortoise breath technique allows him to dive for a long time, he can't hide at the bottom of the water forever, right? ?

Seeing that he hadn't come up for a long time, Ye Qianlang coaxed again: "Biancheng, you come up, I'm itchy..."

When others say this, they must try their best to be coquettish and use all their strengths, but Mr. Ye's words are cold and hard, and there is nothing attractive at all.

Another black shadow flitted across the ice under his feet, and Ye Qianlang slapped again, but after the sound of the rumbling waves, there was still no one.

It was just going back and forth again and again, Ye Qianlang's physical strength gradually exhausted, the cold poison disappeared, and a wet black shadow finally jumped out of the water, hugging the person on the ice with him. fell into the water.

In the blink of an eye, it was swallowed by the cold river water, before Ye Qianlang could react, his lips were sealed again by a pair of hot lips.

The tongue deftly and domineeringly pressed against his jaw, rubbed against his teeth, entangled his tongue and pushed it back and forth, and pushed it deep into his throat.

Ye Qianlang couldn't breathe well after being kissed, and was distracted. He only instinctively sucked and bit the other's lips, and concentrated on responding.

This river of cold water did not drown the two of them, but this hot kiss made people be fascinated and disregard life and death.I don't know which one recovered from the soul in the water first, and the two emerged from the water again and swam to the covered boat just now.

Fighting to this step, Tian Tian was exhausted, the evil spirit that was holding him was completely dissipated, and his whole body was so cold and motionless, there seemed to be ten thousand steel needles in the eight meridians.Ye Qianlang closed his eyes for a long time before opening them, facing a pair of deep eyes and the cold sky above his head.At this moment, he was forcibly pressed down by this person, and he seemed to have no strength left to struggle.

Both the advantage and momentum were gone, Ye Qianlang barely moved his lips, but he couldn't make a sound Kou Biancheng also opened his mouth slightly, panting heavily and quickly, half exhausted, out of breath, half emotional Thick, eager to blaze, unable to adjust his inner breath for a long time.He pushed Ye Qianlang's legs apart with his knees, and pressed against his genitals forcefully through a layer of wet cloth, repeatedly teasing and rubbing.Feeling that the crotch of the other party is gradually hardening, he simply tore off his obscene pants, regardless of the wilderness and the heavy snow in the Fengjiang River, the two tore and pulled each other's wet clothes off each other. Facing each other naked, skin to skin.

As soon as the penis protrudes, there will be white snowflakes dotted on its plump top, just covering the small hole on the top, against the red and wet glans, it is extraordinarily gorgeous and attractive.

"I don't want you anymore." Clearly emotional but pretending not to care, Kou Biancheng reached out to brush off the snowflakes on the other's glans, and said with a smile, "To save Kou from asking too much and annoying adults.

Ye Qianlang neither pursued nor pursued, just opened and folded his two long legs completely, and let the little red spot between the two buttocks be exposed in front of the opponent.He reached down that iron hand, repeatedly fiddled with the wrinkled soft flesh with his fingertips, and slightly hooked the corner of his mouth at Kou Biancheng: "But I... itches very much."

This person has such an ability, he can be so sultry but effective, Kou Biancheng lowered his body and said, "Here?"

"It doesn't matter where it is," Ye Qianlang grabbed Kou Biancheng's hand and touched his crotch, "As long as it's you."

This dilapidated canopy boat is obviously no longer enough for the two men to toss and wreck, but it does not hinder their desire to be close to each other at this moment. Touching with their hands, kissing with their lips, the two of them Neck to neck for a while, Ye Qianlang was following the instinct of a person who was on the verge of freezing to death, greedy for the heat on Kou Biancheng's body, unexpectedly, the man was so generous, not only hugged himself tightly in his arms, but also poured out a stream of fiery heat Infuriating, let it open up the meridians, travel around the whole body, so happy.

Ye Qianlang was fully conscious at the moment, and put one hand on Kou Biancheng's chest, matching the faint palm print on it.Thinking of the deadly killing move he made just now, if he was not careful, he might make a big mistake, he couldn't help frowning: "Why didn't you fight back?"

"You almost fell into a demon just now, if I fight you head-on, wouldn't it be possible to hurt you?" In fact, before he hit the palm, he had deployed the body protection of the Red Lotus Sutra, although he was hit by the palm, the injury was not too serious .Kou Biancheng took his black cloak and put it on Ye Qianlang, laughing, "I told you earlier, you are not my opponent."

Ye Qianlang didn't argue about the length of his tongue at this moment. At this moment, he was completely trapped in the arms of Kou Biancheng, and he had completely lost his initiative. He still raised one hand and clasped the Dazhui acupoint on the back of the other's neck, obviously as a gesture. If he dared to sneak attack and destroy his martial arts, he would die with him.

"A-Lang, let me save you." With Kou Biancheng's temperament, he is definitely "not regretting the past, only looking for the future" neat and straightforward, but every time he sees this iron hand and this scarred body, it is unavoidable to feel distressed , and reminded myself not to forget the promise of Dangmu, to treat him a hundred times better, "Dissipating the power of Wuyin Burning Heart Jue is nothing more than a life-saving act, don't you still trust me?"

Ye Qianlang said coldly: "There is no need to say any more, I will never agree."

"Would you rather be cold and poisonous and die?" "My life is up to me and not others. Ye Qianlang has fought against the sky and the earth. In most of his life, he has never lived on mediocrity and was controlled by others—never will he bow his head and hold his hands in front of the border city in the future." Holding Ye Qianlang's face in his hands, he looked at him seriously: "I said that I will treat you well. "

"I believe." Ye Qianlang raised his face, kissed the corner of Kou Biancheng's lips, and buried his head in his arms again, "You have done enough, far from enough.

Seeing that Kou Biancheng hugged him even tighter, Ye Qianlang couldn't help but chuckled, "It's not the first day you knew me, Ye Qianlang, so why would I hang my arms around me and wait for death? The cold poison flares up and does nothing?"

"Do you have any other ideas?"

"Go to Sichuan and find someone."

Ye Qianlang would rather die than dissipate the power of the Five Yin Burning Heart Jue, so Kou Biancheng no longer insisted, and just followed him to the Chengdu Mansion to find a genius doctor. I don't know the name of this person, but he There is a nickname called "one finger yin and yang", which means that with just one finger, people can cross yin and yang and bring the dead back to life.

It is true that he has supernatural abilities, but Kou Biancheng can't help being suspicious, thinking that he has walked around the rivers and lakes with A-Lang all these years, but he has never heard of such a famous doctor.It's just that the dead horse right now is a living horse doctor, so he set off as soon as he said he would, rented a carriage and coachman, and went north to Chengdu.

Unexpectedly, before entering Sichuan, the groom who was driving was unwilling to go any further. He was trembling and stuttering, saying: "Further on, you will find General 'Huang Hu', he is a murderous demon without batting an eyelid. Head, I dare not go.

The "General Zhang" mentioned by the fan horsemen is Zhang Xianzhong. The two are reckless heroes who cherish each other and have sworn brothers with different surnames. They are as generous as the "Liu Guanzhang" Taoyuan in the past.It's just that although Zhang Xianzhong is brave and heroic, he is also tyrannical. Since he was defeated by the Ming army and retreated into the Sichuan Mansion, he burned, murdered, raped and looted all kinds of crimes, and now the Chengdu Mansion has become a purgatory on earth. There are many people and horses, all wearing armor and helmets, carrying guns and knives, and the leader has a long forehead, a golden complexion, and an extraordinary personality.

Unexpectedly, when Cao Cao arrived, when the groom saw the formation, he howled in fright and fell to the ground, rolling and crawling away.

Kou Biancheng raised his eyes slightly, looked at the man with golden face and tiger jaw, and said with a light smile, "You are Zhang Xianzhong."

"How courageous! You, a picky villager, can mention the name of the general?" The person who spoke was Luo Rucai who was next to Zhang Xianzhong.

Kou Biancheng was not moved by the people in front of him, he only looked at Zhang Xianzhong and said: "I am an old friend with King Chuang, according to seniority, you should still call me 'big brother'."

"It's nonsense! King Chuang is currently in the Chengdu mansion, but he has never heard of his 'big brother'?!" Luo Ru saw that the man in the carriage in front of him was wearing a rough coat, and his gray hair was half covered by a bamboo hat. Looking at his face, he looks like an ordinary villager, but when he takes a look at the car tent behind him, he can faintly see a beauty in red clothes inside. The neck, which is as white as jade and delicate as fat, is enough to seduce people's soul.

Luo Rucai thought that this village man has hidden such a beautiful woman because of the blessings he has cultivated in several lifetimes, and immediately flattered Zhang Xianzhong: "General, why don't you kill this man and leave his wife behind.

Kou Biancheng naturally heard it, and the smile deepened in his eyes, and said: "My wife is so fierce, I'm afraid the generals won't be able to bear it."

"Whether you can bear it or not, let us brothers take turns to try." Luo Rucai looked into the car tent again, with lecherous eyes, talking nonsense, "The caretaker made this little lady gasp, The water can't stop."

"Although she's a wife, she's not a lady. If you don't know people clearly, what's the use of these tricks." There was a slight movement in the tent of the car, Kou Biancheng turned his face slightly, and said to the figure inside: "I'll take it give you."

"No, I'll do it myself."

Before a deserted voice landed, a red shadow flew out of the tent.Luo Rucai who was on the horse didn't have time to react, but was completely restrained by the man in red robe behind him, and two cold fingers were already pressing on his eyelids.

"Lord Ye, keep someone under your command!" Ye Xu, who was on the other side of Zhang Xianzhong, yelled these words. Recognizing this cold-blooded and cold-faced Commander-in-Chief, he couldn't help being secretly surprised: Although Ye Qianlang was also a good-looking person in a million years ago, his face was blue and purple because he practiced evil kung fu. , but now Ye Qianlang is fair-skinned and red-lipped, seductive and charming. Ten years have passed, and she looks younger.

"Who are you?" Ye Qianlang didn't expect that there would be someone in this place who remembered him, so he didn't dig out Luo Rucai's useless tricks, instead he lightly pushed his palm on his shoulder and chopped him off the horse.

"Ye Xu is not talented, I dare not bother you to remember. It's just that the man in this carriage..." Ye Xu got off the horse and bowed respectfully to the broken carriage, "Could it be General Kou?"

Kou Biancheng laughed loudly, followed by Ye Qianlang, and Ye Qianlang also flew over, the two of them landed in front of Ye Xu at the same time, Ye Qianlang said: "I am no longer Master Ye."

Kou Biancheng stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and said, "I am no longer General Kou either."

Zhang Xianzhong narrowed his eyes and stared at the two men, one white and one red, while eyeing Ye Qianlang greedily, he glanced carefully at Kou Biancheng from time to time, and finally his eyes settled on Kou Biancheng's face, and said: "So you are Kou Biancheng? I often hear elder brother mentioning you, but now that I see you, it's true."

After saying that, he ordered his subordinates to put away their swords and invited them to go back home with him.

Kou and Ye came to Sichuan this time to find someone, and the Yin-Yang dragon could not see the end, and they had to rely on Zhang Jiuzhong's influence to find them, so they generously accepted the invitation.

After staying for three or five eyes like this, Zhang Jiuzhong intentionally threw a big banquet for the two of them many times, but Kou and Ye didn't appreciate it.

It is said that Zhang Xianzhong originally took pleasure in slaughtering Sichuan people, but this time he changed his brutal and bloodthirsty temperament and did not kill Sichuan and Shu alone, which really gave them a great deal of face.

On this day, General Zhang sent his men to invite Kou and Ye to have a meal with him, but it was rare to find that the two of them hadn't left the house.

There is a stick of sandalwood burning in the house, and the white mist curls up, which has the effect of calming the mind and replenishing qi.Ye Qianlang was lying on the couch, slightly propped up in an arc, and the red robe had faded from his shoulders, revealing a large area of ​​his bare back.Kou Biancheng was sitting on the side of the couch, holding Langhao small script in his hand, and the pen was dipped in gold ink. He was supporting Ye Qianlang's narrow waist, writing scriptures silently on his back.Instead of writing the cursive script with strong hands, the force of the pen is lightly and subtly controlled, which seems to be tickling but not tickling, which makes the people under him quite comfortable.

Ye Qianlang shrugged his shoulder blades slightly as the wolf-haired small script fell on his back, his back undulated slightly, and he hummed softly from time to time.

Knowing that he was emotional, Kou Biancheng smiled lightly and said, "Are you comfortable?"

Ye Qianlang didn't answer: "You don't believe in Buddhism, how did you remember to transcribe scriptures and chant Buddha?"

"I still don't believe it, but for you, what's the harm in lowering my head to the gods and Buddhas?"

"If I can't find a finger of yin and yang, I'm afraid the Bodhisattva won't be able to save me." Ye Qianlang knew what Kou Biancheng was thinking, but he wasn't in a hurry to ask the Bodhisattva to save his life. He just closed his eyes and enjoyed the other's comfort.

It took about half a cup of tea, and there was no place to write on his back, so Kou Biancheng stretched out his hand and took off the red robe to Ye Qianlang's hip bone, and wrote a few words on his snow-white buttocks——

Without thoughts, thoughts are righteous, and thoughts become evil.

White skin, red robe, gold lettering.

A slit between the two mounds can be faintly seen, revealing a delicate and charming flesh pink.

What I wrote in my pen is exactly the Buddha's gatha exhorting people to quit adultery and be good, but what I saw before my eyes was the most lustful scene. He opened it aside, and tapped a little on the hole with the tip of a pen dipped in gold ink with one hand.

The golden ink was already viscous, half of it was embedded in the bright red soft flesh, and half of it slid down the buttocks and dripped into the hair under the pouch.

Before Ye Qianlang could make a sound, Kou Biancheng turned the pen holder again, and pushed the Langhao pen in his hand into the narrow path between the two hills.

Ye Qianfeng opened her eyes sharply, feeling a thin and hard object break through the acupuncture point in the anus, slide over the soft and greasy intestinal wall, and go deep again - she didn't go quickly, and only halfway into it. The pen holder Kou Biancheng raised his wrist and pulled his hand again, and pulled out the wolf hair and lower script from the absorption of the intestinal wall. This way, the intestinal wall was still tight and tight, easy to enter and difficult to exit, but that There is a bit of bright red and soft flesh in the mouth, but it is still twitching.

"You..." A Langhao brush won't bring you much pleasure, Ye Qianlang gasped, "You... get a thicker one instead."

Kou Biancheng pretended not to understand, and moved the pen in and out for about ten times before throwing away the Langhao pen in his hand, and then put his index and middle fingers together, and sent them into the opponent's acupuncture point.

Although it was much more comfortable, it still felt like it wasn't enough. Ye Qianlang panted even more, and said, "Be thicker..."

Kou Biancheng's side has long been unable to contain himself, but he heard someone calling outside: "General Kou, King Chuang is here to invite you."

When he came back, the moon was falling, and Kou Biancheng didn't want to wake Ye Qianlang up, so he just sat on the side of the couch and stroked his hair lightly.This person used to have a problem. He couldn't sleep at night or slept lightly. For nearly two years, he gradually got better.

After waking up again from that terrifying dream, Ye Qianlang realized that his hands were bound by iron chains, and he had no obscene clothes, but was naked in a red robe.He took advantage of the moonlight to discern the figure in front of him, but saw Kou Biancheng appearing in front of him in a red robe of champion.

Dingbiancheng said: "I saw Li Zicheng."

Ye Qianlang struggled for a long while without breaking free from the chains that bound his hands, so he stopped and said calmly, "He wants you to kill me?"

Kou Biancheng nodded: "That's right." After a moment's silence, he said again: "He defeated Hong Chengchou, and there are only dozens of people left in his army. He intends to conspire with Zhang Xianzhong to make a comeback, but he is missing one crucial thing - your heart." The relics in the middle."

"Presumably he has already promised you that as long as he kills me and donates the relics, you will be the emperor of this group of peasant troops—you are determined to seize the throne, but you still want to overthrow the Ming court and proclaim yourself emperor?"

Kou Biancheng nodded again: "Not bad."

Ye Qianlang knew that this person would definitely kill him, but he didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd in his red robe, so he frowned slightly and said, "What are you doing in this red robe?"

"You are here to marry my A-Lang." Kou Biancheng smiled softly, "Kou will marry him first and then kill him after tonight. You are not a lonely ghost on Huangquan Road, but you are my wife, Kou Biancheng."

There was a danger of having his heart cut short, but Ye Qianlang was neither surprised nor terrified, and asked calmly: "Just this red robe is considered to be married to me?"

Kou Biancheng said with a smile: "The Kou clan is full of family members. Kou has neither parents nor relatives. What's more, Kou comes from a family of military officials, and he never adheres to the red tape of 'six rituals'."

Ye Qianlang said with a sneer: ""Zhu Zi's Family Rituals" says that common people's marriages, ceremonies such as confession, ritual sacrifices, geese laying ceremony, and marriage ceremony are all official. What's more, Brother Kou also said that he came from the family of military officials. It is obviously not sincere enough to dismiss a dying person so hastily."

Kou Biancheng thought about it carefully, nodded and said: "There is some truth to it." He paused for a moment: "You wait for me."

It took about half an hour before he came back. Although he didn't catch a wild goose, he brought a peacock with him.

"The geese are a gift because geese are migratory birds and are very loyal. However, in the long poem "Peacocks Flying Southeast", a pair of lovers Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing turned into peacocks after they died in love. It can be seen that their loyalty is not inferior to geese, and their beauty is even better. It should be possible to use peacocks instead of geese to salute." When he saw Ye Qianlang stopped talking, Bian Cheng chuckled and said, "In the wedding night, a moment is worth a thousand gold."

With a lift of his wrist, he placed a piece of Hippam on Ye Qianlang's face.

Although he could force him to kill him ruthlessly, he couldn't bear to look at those eyes.

Conscientiously taking off the red robes on each other, Kou Biancheng lowered his eyes, and slowly rubbed his palms on Ye Qianlang's lower abdomen, groping for a while, and then carefully wiped the acupoints of his back court with the ointment. Divide into the body, go all the way to the bottom.

In the last moment, he felt that the meat blade in the acupuncture point had reached into the abdominal cavity, it couldn't go any deeper, but in the next moment, he felt that the meat blade had penetrated into a deeper place, as if he wanted to penetrate himself.Although Ye Qianlang's hands were bound, he still twisted Kou Biancheng's waist with both legs, tightly holding the giant object in his back hole, and spared no effort to push back against him, as if calling for battle before a battle, facing the enemy before the battle , I don't want to lose a little bit of the wind.

It was originally a blissful event, but because of the different circumstances at this time and place, the fun was lost.

However, after more than a hundred collisions, the fleshy blade was already stained with bloody turbidity. Although Kou Biancheng was pleased, he felt very unhappy for no reason, so he whipped more fiercely and domineeringly, and beat Ye Qian with a pair of capsules. Lang's buttocks crackled, and he wished he could squeeze into the narrow passage along with the hot body, and the bed board under the two of them creaked non-stop.

"A-Lang, from now on I will miss you every day, and miss you every night..." Kou Biancheng held the knife in his hand instead of Xicheng, and pressed the tip of the knife against Ye Qianlang's chest, and pierced through it with light flicks of his wrist. .

A mouthful of blood froth overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Ye Qianlang was neither sad nor angry, but laughed three times, and said: "Kou Biancheng, if you like it, you like it, you can deceive others but you can't deceive yourself... I am dead and you can't be fooled." How can there be any reason to retreat..."