life imprisonment

In the end, Shiba came in and coaxed Ah Sha away. Lu Yiyun looked at the wound on his tiger's mouth bitten by Ah Sha, and frowned involuntarily.

Yue Xinghe still sat on the bed with a tangled expression. He watched Lu Yiyun sprinkle some medicine powder on the wound by himself, and his handsome face was a little distorted because of the slight pain.

No one knew that Fenghua Guzhu, whose martial arts were number one in the world, was much more afraid of pain than ordinary people.

Yue Xinghe snorted coldly, and couldn't help thinking that if he hadn't been considerate of the other party's fear of pain, how could he be willing to lie under Lu Yiyun's body!

After the good medicine was administered, Lu Yiyun came over and untied Yue Xinghe's body.

The food on the table was already a bit cold, so Lu Yiyun called his servants to change the food to another table.

Although Yue Xinghe has regained his freedom of movement, he is now seriously injured and dare not act rashly in front of Lu Yiyun, so he can only stare blankly at the long corridor outside the bedroom, not knowing that the crying child will be taken away in the end where.

"Come over and have something to eat." Lu Yiyun saw that the servant brought in wine this time, and remembered that Yue Xinghe had always liked drinking, so he raised his hand and poured a glass for him.

Probably smelling the aroma of wine, Yue Xinghe got up and walked over slowly. When he sat on the soft chair covered with fur, his expression still changed slightly due to the whip wound on his buttocks.

After he sat down, he looked at the table full of food silently, picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it up.

"Lu Yiyun, what did you mean when you mentioned those fifteen puppets several times?"

As the head of a sect, Yue Xinghe is naturally not an ordinary person, he has already heard that Lu Yiyun's reassurance to his son just now seems to have something in his words.

Lu Yiyun smiled slightly, took a sip of his wine, and then said with relaxed eyebrows, "You lied to my son. You are such an adult, why should you take it seriously?"

Yue Xinghe raised his sword eyebrows, his face darkened, and he immediately slammed his wine glass on the table.

"You can lie to me, but how can you lie to that silly boy?!"

"Then what do you want from me? Over the years, he has often cried to see you. Could it be that I really took him to meet you in the dungeon?"

Lu Yiyun's expression was calm, he was not afraid of Yue Xinghe's anger at all, he still calmly sipped his wine and food, as if the other party didn't exist.

Yue Xinghe was hurt and depressed. At this time, once he was excited, his chest and lungs were in pain. He covered his mouth and coughed twice, raised his blue eyes, and stared fixedly at Lu Yiyun's handsome face, " You're going to kill me, aren't you?"

Lu Yiyun was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect Yue Xinghe to ask him such a question, he raised his head slightly, and there seemed to be some painful color in his eyes that disappeared suddenly.

"Hahahaha! Why do you need to save me? Wouldn't it suit you to let me die in the dungeon?!" Yue Xinghe laughed loudly, and his burly figure trembled slightly.

"Others don't deserve to take your life." Lu Yiyun said lightly, raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp.

Yue Xinghe nodded somewhat bewilderedly, and replied leisurely, "That's right... How can I die at the hands of unknown rats. Just like how I always wanted to kill you with my own hands, if I die, I can only die It's in your hands. After so many years, I haven't let you get what you want. This entanglement, not to mention you, even I am tired. "

While talking, Yue Xinghe grabbed the jug and poured it into his mouth.

He was seriously injured and should not drink alcohol, so he coughed up blood again and again.

Seeing this, Lu Yiyun hurriedly snatched the flagon from Yue Xinghe's hand. He stood up and walked behind Yue Xinghe, gently placed his palms on the opponent's back, using his true energy to relieve the pain in the opponent's body.

It took a while for Yue Xinghe to calm down. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to Lu Yiyun boldly, "Tell me, when will you kill me?!"

Facing Yue Xinghe, who was in a state of complacency and regarded death as home, a few traces of melancholy appeared on Lu Yiyun's brows.

With a bit of drunkenness, Lu Yiyun gently stroked Yue Xinghe's cold and resolute face, and sighed.

"Xinghe, some things are not what you think. But it doesn't matter anymore. The entanglement between us should have come to an end."

There was a soft light in his eyes, Lu Yiyun looked at Yue Xinghe with tenderness, and couldn't help but hugged him in his arms.

Yue Xinghe was still a bit suspicious, but soon he realized that this was an excellent opportunity. It's been 13 years, and this is the first time that Lu Yiyun hugged his unfettered self so recklessly.

With his blue eyes wide open, Yue Xinghe raised his breath secretly, and then slammed into Lu Yiyun's abdomen.

"Yeah, it's time to end it! Then why don't you kill me first, Lu Yiyun?!"

Yue Xinghe yelled, only to realize that his slap really hit Lu Yiyun, but he was seriously injured at this time, and the result of recklessly using his true energy was that he was backlashed.

Lu Yiyun stood aside with a painful expression on his face. He was so drunk just now that he forgot that what he was facing was not only his former lover, but also a cunning and cruel monster.

However, when Lu Yiyun saw Yue Xinghe slipped and fell due to internal force backlash, he immediately rushed up and hugged him.

Enduring the pain, Lu Yiyun hugged Yue Xinghe back to the bed, turned him over, and then tied up Yue Xinghe's struggling siblings with the snow wolf belt hidden in the dark underside of the bed.

Sitting on the side of the bed panting and adjusting for a moment, Lu Yiyun couldn't help but slap Yue Xinghe hard on the scarred buttocks.

"Your heart is still so cruel! Back then, you poisoned me to kill me, but today you still seize the opportunity to kill me!"

Yue Xinghe was also panting on the bed because of his injuries, he sneered, and said unwillingly, "If it wasn't for my great power loss today, you will see whether you will die or not!"

Although Yue Xinghe's skill was greatly damaged, this palm really made Lu Yiyun choked up. He raised his sleeve to wipe away the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the body in front of him that was bruised but still strong and muscular, thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind. swirling.

Seeing that Lu Yiyun stood up suddenly, Yue Xinghe only thought that the other party must be going to use torture tools to teach him a lesson, and immediately sneered.

But soon, Yue Xinghe felt a pair of hands slowly rubbing his buttocks, and then, the hands slowly moved up, brushed over his scarred back, and finally lightly covered his eyes.

"Hey! Lu Yiyun, what kind of tricks are you going to play?!"

The wound on his body felt hot and painful, Yue Xinghe felt uneasy in his heart, and after his eyes were blindfolded, it aroused his anxiety even more.

Seeing Yue Xinghe struggling hard, Lu Yiyun smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and simply pressed his body against Yue Xinghe's body.

"You even dare to kill me, what are you afraid of?"

Yue Xinghe felt as if something hard was pushing up between his burning buttocks through the fabric.

He thought of the first time between himself and Lu Yiyun, which was also his own first time, and he would never forget the pain... and happiness that Lu Yiyun's thing brought to him.

But now the situation between the two is different.

Yue Xinghe was convinced that he would no longer feel any happiness, on the contrary, all he felt was humiliation.

"Lu Yiyun, get out!" Yue Xinghe's hoarse voice inevitably contained a weakness that he even looked down upon. He struggled with his hands and feet that were firmly bound by the belt, shaking his head constantly, trying to shake off the pair of blindfolded hands. The hands that hold your eyes.

Lu Yiyun answered Yue Xinghe with his heavy panting, he freed up a hand, pulled out a belt from the dark compartment directly in front of where Yue Xinghe was lying, and expertly tied it around Yue Xinghe's neck and locked it tightly. In this way, Yue Xinghe couldn't turn his head and looked at himself with those blue eyes that made his heart palpitate.

A scorching kiss immediately landed on the back of Yue Xinghe's neck. The moment the other party stretched out his tongue and lightly licked the skin on Yue Xinghe's neck, Yue Xinghe's body shook suddenly.

"No..." He gave up his frenzied struggle, but a sour pleading voice came out of his mouth.

"Xinghe, how long has it been since we made out?" Lu Yiyun asked softly in Yue Xinghe's ear, he licked the other's ear, and found that the other's face started to feel hot.

More than ten years later, he still hasn't been able to forget every sensitive point of Yue Xinghe's body, even in his dreams, he often caresses endlessly.

Although his face was burning hot, and his lower abdomen felt a little bit a little bit because of the indistinct friction on his buttocks, Yue Xinghe tried his best to calm himself down.

He told himself that he no longer loves Lu Yiyun, and he has no reason to love a man who has imprisoned him cruelly for more than ten years.

"Lu Yiyun, you can kill me, but you can't humiliate me anymore."

There was a trace of confusion in Yue Xinghe's eyes, and the scene when he first met Lu Yiyun more than ten years ago appeared in his mind again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily, which he hadn't even noticed.

Suddenly the pressure on his body lightened, and Yue Xinghe felt that the man who was clinging to him finally stood up.

"Sorry, I'm probably a little drunk tonight. You should have a good rest..."

Lu Yiyun's voice was a little hoarse and frustrated. He leaned over to untie the restraint on Yue Xinghe's neck, and then shook off a silk quilt that gently covered the other's scarred body. He sat down at the desk and picked up the The ink on the pen holder was still wet, and after a moment of realization, he began to copy the Buddhist scriptures neatly.