Proud of the rivers and lakes

The man in white's eyes darkened, and he slowly leaned closer to Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong paused, and subconsciously exerted force on his hand, but felt that the object in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.

A blurred look flashed in the eyes of the man in white, and his warm breath almost sprayed on Fu Jinghong's face.

"Don't move, or I..." Fu Jinghong froze, instinctively feeling a little dangerous.

"How about otherwise?" The white-clothed man suddenly chuckled, and gradually leaned closer to Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong suddenly felt something was wrong and took a step back.

The man in white also took a step forward.

Fu Jinghong frowned, raised his hand and slapped the man in white on the chest.

After the man in white dodged, the two became entangled.

Although Fu Jinghong didn't have a weapon in hand, he was good at punching and kicking, but the man in white forcefully followed him with a few palms, although he didn't take the initiative to strike Fu Jinghong, but it looked like he was extremely capable.

Fu Jinghong was startled, although he never claimed to be superior in martial arts, he should be quite skilled compared to ordinary people in the martial arts world. The seemingly calm moves of the man in white in front of him can easily dispel him The moves... and the man in white was carrying a piano on his back, so his movements were naturally not as dexterous as Fu Jinghong's.

Although he hadn't exhausted his full strength yet, judging by the appearance of the man in white, even if he put in a little more internal energy, he might not be able to please him.

If this person really wanted to harm him, he might not have much chance of winning.

Fu Jinghong frowned, and suddenly used lightness kung fu to grab the man in white's throat.

Unexpectedly, the man in white seemed to have noticed it a long time ago, he reached out and grabbed Fu Jinghong's wrist.

Fu Jinghong was startled, and was about to break free from the man in white with his backhand, but the man in white grabbed Fu Jinghong's wrist even more tightly, so hard that Fu Jinghong almost felt pain.

The man in white pulled hard, and Fu Jinghong was pulled into his arms. Then the man in white looked at him, his eyes as black as ink flashed, and said calmly, "Who am I?"

Fu Jinghong laughed back in anger, he snorted, and said, "How do I know? Ask your mother!"

The man in white held Fu Jinghong in his arms with one hand, and said softly: "I have no father or mother since I was a child."

Fu Jinghong was startled, and then said: "Ask your wife!"

The man in white looked at him, a smile seemed to flash in his eyes, and he said lightly: "My wife has forgotten me."

Fu Jinghong frowned, but couldn't push away the person in front of him, so he could only sneer and say, "Just find another one."

"...No." The man in white turned cold, and tightened his arms suddenly, almost strangling Fu Jinghong's waist.

Fu Jinghong was about to lift his foot to sweep this person's foot, but he was led by that person and pushed violently against the wall.

The man was very powerful, he only felt a pain in his back, and then the man pressed up, grabbed his chin and bit down hard.

Fu Jinghong felt a pain in his jaw, almost so painful that he couldn't help but want to slap that person away, but he was helplessly being held tightly in his arms, unable to move.

It seemed to be bleeding, Fu Jinghong trembled in pain, and then the man in white finally let go, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and gently licked the wound on his chin.

Fu Jinghong paused, his whole body was suppressed now, he wanted to resist but he couldn't do anything, the man in white finished licking the blood on his chin and looked up at him.

The man's eyes were very dark, as black as ink, but his lips were very light, as if a little sickly pale, but at this moment they were stained with blood, like a little bit of cinnabar.

That's his blood.

Fu Jinghong suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, which was both strange and familiar.

A scene that he had clearly never seen before, but he seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

It seems like a world away, like a cloud.

"...Who am I?" The man asked again, the corners of his lips still stained with his blood.

Fu Jinghong closed his eyes, opened them slowly, and said, "How do I know?"

The man in white glanced at him, his eyes were dark, and there seemed to be anger on his face, but it quickly dissipated.

He clasped Fu Jinghong's waist, lowered his head and bit Fu Jinghong's shoulder hard.

Fu Jinghong only felt very painful, the pain seemed to be torn off, he was in a daze from the pain, and felt this kind of pain like deja vu in a daze.

It seemed that there was someone who made him feel this pain.

But if he had been in such pain, how could he forget it?

The man licked and bit down along his shoulders. Fu Jinghong's thin obscene clothes had long been shattered by internal force. The man's speed was very slow, but Fu Jinghong felt more and more dangerous.

The man paused on his chest, stretched out the tip of his tongue to linger on the skin of his chest, and then bit down mercilessly.

The tip of the tooth almost penetrated into the flesh, causing a stabbing pain to the bone.

Fu Jinghong gritted his teeth and struggled hard, but the man clasped his waist tightly and bit his chest even harder.

it hurts...

This kind of pain piercing into the chest seemed very familiar, as if someone had once stabbed through the chest with a sword.

There must have been blood.

Fu Jinghong thought vaguely, and then felt the soft wound on the tip of the man's tongue.

Slightly itchy, with an indescribable numbness.

It wasn't until his legs were pulled away that Fu Jinghong suddenly came back to his senses. He lowered his head and bit the man's shoulder hard, very hard, until he felt the taste of rust in his mouth, he slowly Let go.

The man's shoulder was also bleeding, and the wound looked deep, but the man didn't seem to care at all, panting lightly, he slowly pulled Fu Jinghong's leg away.

Fu Jinghong was startled, lowered his head and bit down on the wound on the man's shoulder, not to mention ordinary people, martial arts masters can't bear such pain, the wound is already full of blood, no matter how hard it is, ordinary people can I fainted from the pain.

But the man in white didn't seem to notice it at all, and even gasped slightly when Fu Jinghong bit down, a strange light flashed in his dark eyes.

Fu Jinghong's mouth was numb from biting, but the man in white still stuck his fingers to Fu Jinghong's back.

Fu Jinghong was startled, but he had no strength to resist, the next moment the man in white reached out and grabbed Fu Jinghong's place.

The man in white panted lightly, slowly inserted his fingers into the place behind Fu Jinghong, and rubbed the other hand.

Fu Jinghong's consciousness began to blur, and this feeling was as familiar as deja vu...

After Fu Jinghong finally released with a trembling body, the man in white also clasped Fu Jinghong's waist and slowly squeezed in.

Fu Jinghong suppressed his low voice, trying not to let out a single sound.

While straightening his back, the man in white gasped softly in Fu Jinghong's ear, spraying his scorching breath on Fu Jinghong's flushed skin.

Fu Jinghong was pressed hard against the cold wall by that person, and his back felt extremely cold, and the wet water droplets on his body also slowly slid down his body, falling to the ground drop by drop.

The white-clothed man in front of him had already taken off his clothes for a long time, and the exposed skin was as pale as the white clothes, thin but not slender. The blood on his shoulder was slowly oozing out due to the force, running along his body. Slowly flowing down his chest, it seemed like a dazzling blood flower bloomed on his pale skin.

His long hair has long been scattered, and the ink-like long hair is scattered, which is even more eye-catching compared with the pale skin.

Fu Jinghong was plunged into the deepest part of him all at once, and the almost suffocating pain made Fu Jinghong tremble, and he couldn't help but bite the person who was close to him again.

The result was just the opposite, the man's stiffness buried in his body seemed to be a little fuller, panting in Fu Jinghong's ear as if breathing unsteadily.

it hurts...

But the pain seemed familiar.

Fu Jinghong felt that his brain was in chaos, as if something was about to come out.

The man had already started to move, and the skin close to Fu Jinghong was extremely hot, giving Fu Jinghong the illusion that he was about to be burned.

The back was so cold that Fu Jinghong couldn't help shivering.

This feeling of ice and fire seems to be so familiar.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help but frowned, what's wrong?Why does he feel that way?But he didn't think about it, and the person buried in his body took all his attention, and the person started to move violently.

Fu Jinghong couldn't help but gasped for a few moments, and quickly clenched his teeth to stop making a sound.

"Who am I?" The man asked softly while looking at Fu Jinghong while panting.

His eyes were deep, and there seemed to be something that made Fu Jinghong inexplicably afraid. Fu Jinghong paused, looked away, and snorted coldly: "How do I know..." Before he finished speaking, then The sudden quickening of the movement broke Fu Jinghong's words.

"Who am I?" The man clasped Fu Jinghong's waist tightly, and looked at Fu Jinghong with his dark eyes.

This stubborn expression seems to be familiar...

Fu Jinghong paused, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

The man suddenly straightened his waist and entered the deepest point again, but as if it was still not enough, he clasped his waist tightly and continued to push forward.

Fu Jinghong panted lightly, and tightened his back forcefully, but the man only paused for a moment, and then straightened up again.

His movements were gentle but deep, as if there was a sense of gentleness and tenderness, each stroke slowly pushed into the deepest part, and then slowly withdrew, as if with extreme gentleness, but every movement of him only made Fu Jinghong felt pain.

Gentle Lingchi.

Fu Jinghong gritted his teeth, raised his head and bit down hard on the man's chin.

The man's eyes darkened, he turned around and bit Fu Jinghong's other shoulder.

Unwillingly, Fu Jinghong bit down on the man's exposed white neck, and the two of them bit each other with such force that they seemed to imprint their own existence on the other's body deeply.

If only bone-piercing pain can make the other party remember oneself, then what's the use of being gentle with him.