Taming of the Beast

The laurel palace is curling up, the dew is cold and desolate, the late leaves are rustling, and the early birds are leaving.

It is now late autumn, but this land is always cold.

The top of the wolf clan, invites the moon pavilion.

On the gold reclining chair, the man sleeps with his clothes together. Although it is late at night, there are no wrinkles on the cloth, which shows that the man has never moved or adjusted his posture.

Under the bright moon, if the hair is frost-coated, a few locks are wrapped around the neck, and the others hang down to the ground, quietly entrenched, adding a bit of aloof beauty.

His sword eyebrows are lightly drawn, his lips are shining brightly, the hem of his over-long clothes is tilted to the ground, and his right arm is also hanging out, resting on the cold stone bricks.

The sleeping man's vigor was slightly reduced, a bit less sharp, and more childish, but the crooked flagon at his fingertips and the small wet stain under the spout obliterated everything, leaving nothing but desolation.

Cang Kui never drank alcohol, but recently he picked up the jug and didn't put it down again.

For monsters, three hundred days is just a flick of a finger, but Cang Kui never imagined how much torture these three hundred days would be for him.In these days of being entangled by longing, he understood what it means to live like a year, and what it means to be hard.

He couldn't sleep well, and he had never slept peacefully since he lost his temperature in his arms. The man who seemed to be sleeping suddenly raised his eyelids, and the coldness suddenly appeared. In an instant, the man's aura changed drastically.

Youyou got up, stood leaning on the railing, looked up at the sky, seemed to be inquiring about something, unwilling to look away.

Microwaves rippled in the red pupils, and the sharpness gradually faded away.

Mo Chen, can you see this bright moon in the far distance?Do you hear what I let it convey?

I miss you so much.

Putting his sleeves on his arms, Cang Kui stared at his right hand in a daze. The next moment, the demonic power burned, and the hand that had been assimilated by the cold outdoor temperature gradually regained its heat. When the man felt that it was enough, he withdrew his strength, and his eyelids once again covered the blood-red pupils. .

The man's body trembled as his fingertips touched his cheek, as if he had obtained a rare treasure. His expression was so satisfied.

One finger turned into two fingers, and then the whole palm was attached to it, different from my own cold skin, this hand was hot, it was the temperature of that person, it was him, stroking him.

He likes to be touched by him, soft fingers, gentle movements, with his pity and cherishment, walking gently on him, touching his still heartstrings, and arousing his intoxicated desire.

The hand moved to the neck, and then down, lightly opened the neat skirt, penetrated inside, and pressed against his cold chest.On the left, where the heart is, affected by the heat, the sleeping heart seems to be beating lazily a few times.

Mo Chen, with you, it will persuade, otherwise, it is dead.

Thinking of this, the man's hand suddenly trembled, and the huge movement forced the front of his clothes to open, and Cang Kui's somewhat thin body touched the cold air.

Not wanting to tidy up, nor feeling cold, the hand simply went down and continued to expand a larger territory along the texture.

Cang Kui let out a sigh of satisfaction, that hand belonged to Mo Chen, who was standing in front of him, teasing him, that youthful boy, the shy little monk, the one whom he could not stop loving.

His body was getting hotter and infected by that hand, and the thing between his legs seemed to be about to move. The man's breathing became turbid. He leaned on the railing with one hand, and his warm palm couldn't wait to reach down. At this moment , his eyes opened.

The scenery he received is still snow-capped mountains. Yes, this is his wolf clan. Mo Chen is not here, and this hand is not his. The previously imagined scenery is just his imagination...

The temperature on his body suddenly disappeared, returning to the coldness before, only the hand that was about to hold desire after unbuttoning his pants was still warm, but it seemed so ironic.

The oiran laughed sadly, he never thought that he would have today, swallowed by lovesickness and rotted into his bones.

The man's stern laughter echoed in the snow-capped mountains at night, and tears filled the eyes of those who listened.

The door behind was pushed open by someone, Cang Kui didn't want to turn back, if it wasn't time to take medicine, the person who came would not be Huai Qu.

This room was the king's living room, but since he came back, his king refused to sleep on that luxurious bed, and slept on the recliner outside the pavilion every night, sleeping in the biting cold wind.

Yan Xiao walked over, and just as he stepped into the Yaoyue Pavilion, his king suddenly turned around. In an instant, Yan Xiao felt his breath being taken away crazily, and no thoughts in his mind.

His king, with disheveled clothes and exposed chest, looks a little lazy and a little seductive, which makes people's brains hot, and the cells in the whole body are excited instantly.

And the sad look that faded from the coldness, can't help but make people feel pity, and want to hold him in his arms and soothe his sorrow.

Speechless, Yi Xiao licked his suddenly dry lips, and slowly walked forward, getting closer and closer to the person he had longed for.

Cang Kui didn't stop him, and the red pupils followed his movements and movements, and finally fixed on the face that was close by.

The man's body slid down, while his head was raised, intertwined with his four eyes, until his knees touched the ground, he reluctantly left those charming red pupils, turned to open Cang Kui's lapel, piously She kissed his strong belly, sticking out the tip of her tongue, flirting ambiguously.

Wang didn't nod and didn't refuse, Ye Xiao became more courageous, his chin hooked the man's pants, his blood burned instantly, he was about to touch him, the things that only happened in countless dreams were finally going to become reality .

Suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, he put the tip of his nose against the man's body, and kissed that place...

"What are you going to do?" Cang Kui said coldly before Yi Xiao's mouth touched his sleeping desire.

Without even seeing it, Ye Xiao felt blurred in front of his eyes, and returned to the door of the pavilion the next moment.Cang Kui threw him out in the blink of an eye.

"King, let Yi Xiao serve you if you need it!" Looking eagerly at Cang Kui, Yi Xiao said hurriedly, shaking his hands in the air a few times excitedly, but Cang Kui acted as if he hadn't seen anything. , Arrange clothes by yourself.

"Your duty is not to vent my desires for me." There was no ups and downs in his voice, and after putting his clothes on his body neatly, he picked up the jug full of wine on the table and held it in his hands. "Even if necessary, I will call people who should do their duty, but I don't want to touch anyone, and I don't want to be touched by anyone."

I just want him.

The pot tilted itself, and the spicy liquid flowed into the mouth of the raised head. Under the moonlight, the small stream of water glistened, which was really beautiful.

"It seems that I won't be drunk."

Only after drinking did he realize that he has a good capacity for alcohol. He wanted to get drunk for a while, and wanted to use alcohol to let the grinding thoughts go away temporarily, but the more he wanted to get drunk, the more he couldn't get drunk...

The cold liquid flowed into his mouth and slid into his body, making him cold from the inside out.Cang Kui put the empty pot back on the table, wiped off the remaining water droplets on his lips, and said, "It's late at night, I'm going to rest, you can go."

The voice without emotion is the voice when I didn't meet that monk thousands of years ago.

After waking up, he could feel the change in him. He thought it was the change in his king caused by the long sleep, but he never thought that it was his heart after being moved by others.

That person was not him, but a human being, a monk who had turned his back on the Buddha.

He wanted to stay, but the refusal in Cang Kui's eyes was obvious, now that he was their king, he had no right to disobey the king's order.

Gritting his teeth, Yi Xiao respectfully nodded, and then left Cang Kui's room.

That monk has betrayed the Buddha, why does God still favor him so much?

Yi Xiao originally wanted to use the power of other tribes to eradicate him, but he did not expect that his journey seemed to be unexpectedly smooth.He thought that the hateful leopard guarding the entrance would eat him, but the news he received shocked him so much that he couldn’t speak——

He's not dead, he's walking towards the wolves little by little.

He did so much, gave him a fake map, and informed the leaders of the various tribes before he came, letting them know that the female of the wolf king was coming here.His meaning couldn't be more obvious. If you have revenge, you won't be able to touch the wolf king. It's also good to use his females to vent your anger.

But he didn't die!

He can't be allowed to come to the wolf clan, and he can't be allowed to live. Three hundred days will come soon, and it will be too late after Cang Kui will complete the ceremony.He didn't want to see such a decadent king, he wanted him to change back to before, even if he was still that blood-devouring demon.

Since it's not for him to change, then don't change.

We have to think of a way and work harder. After the death of human beings, the king has to be given time to accept it.

Of course, it has to be done in secret.

No one in the wolf clan knew about Mo Chen's coming here. He was afraid of being discovered. He didn't notify the nearby clan leaders. Remove it stealthily to ensure that things will not be exposed.

There are countless souls who have been killed by Yixiao's knife.

In order to achieve his goal, he had no choice but to do this. Mo Chen must die. There was only this cold-blooded belief in the man's heart.