Waste Strong Foundation

Shang Yuan's body temperature has always been high, and being so close, Fei Mingqiu's eyelashes trembled when he was bitten.

He felt that he was dragged into Shang Yuan's cage, his eyes were full of dark and dangerous heat, and the golden-green fluorescent seals wrapped around his wrists and ankles, forcing him to raise his face slightly to respond to Shang Yuan's kiss—no, he Thinking with satisfaction, Shang Yuan really doesn't know how to kiss.

However, he gradually became unsatisfied, his pounding heartbeat overwhelmed all his thoughts, and he could only whimper hastily when he was emotional.

"Shang... far away."

The beauty's eyes were wet and open, as if she was enduring anger and anger, but she was out of focus when she looked carefully.

Every time he was bitten, he hid a little bit, the only remaining attention was on his waist, and suddenly he groaned and fell to the floor.

There was a lot of movement.

Evening Wind lost his strength.You can do whatever you want.

Shang Yuan quietly looked at the young man's lips and neck, and when Fei Mingqiu turned his face away, he lowered his eyes and let out a dumb laugh, and sat up straight.

Fei Mingqiu looked at the undismantled heart rate monitor at hand, closed his eyes to calculate the heart rate, and asked softly, "...don't you want to do it?"

Shang Yuan: "I promised you."

"Ok?"

"I won't kill you."

So no.

Fei Mingqiu was taken aback for a moment, and then his face was so hot that he was about to burn.

The doctor's assistants pass the time talking about the eighteen and twenty forbidden things all day long, but he knows too much obscene things.

He didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while, and he regretted it when he heard Shang Yuan fumble for his pocket and the sound of the lighter blazing.

wrong.wrong!If this is the case between him and Shang Yuan... Wouldn't it be in vain to look for the short Gong wife he found before——

Fei Mingqiu recovered slightly.

The body that had just vomited blood was very exhausted, and he lay flat on his back thinking wildly and doubting himself for a while, until Shang Yuan nodded his eyebrows.

Fei Mingqiu subconsciously covered his forehead with one hand and asked softly, "What, what?"

Shang Yuan got up with a cigarette in his mouth, "It's nothing. You know your body, I'm going to sleep. Also, I left the caravan of the Lianshan family behind."

Fei Mingqiu: "Oh--"

"I didn't want to bite you just now."

"?"

Shang Yuan walked outside the door, leaned his upper body in again, leaned against the door frame and asked lazily, "At least it can't be considered biting, right?"

What's wrong with this man.

Fei Mingqiu covered his forehead expressionlessly, like a rabbit that had bumped into a hunter's arms and could only pretend to be stupid, showing his white and pink elbows.

He was choked by this childish metaphor that suddenly popped into his mind, almost blushing, and ordered to dismiss the guest very rudely:

"Take care of your tiger, I don't want to wake up every morning and be stared at by it. You remember to take your medicine! Do you remember to take your medicine! ... Good night."

Shang Yuan smiled muffledly with a cigarette in his mouth, nodding his head indifferently.

The door closed.

The young man lying on the floor rubbed his face vigorously, then got up silently to unpack the heart rate monitor and the medical box in the corner.

Sometimes he is complacent about his talent of pretending to be a good and stupid person, and sometimes he is hesitant about his deliberately displayed personality.

In fact, he just wanted to do this, but used exaggerated methods to cover up the true color of the soul, and vowed that it had always been black.

Who exactly is he... Except for the epitaph after his death, no one can tell.

Then what does he look like in Shang Yuan's eyes?

It's raining again.

The faceless water ghost spat out a line of air bubbles fearfully, fanning the wind and beating his legs vigorously for his master.

Yinglong was a low-ranking god, so he didn't dare to spy on Fuxi's movements, so he hid in the Yellow River all day and vented his anger on them.

There are settlements along the banks of the tributaries of the Yellow River. The homes of ordinary people cannot withstand the wrath of the dragon, and they have been washed away by the flood in a few days.

The bluish-white corpses flowed down the river, including men and women; spirits who were not afraid of water came rushing from a distance, smelling the smell of corpses, chewing and biting wantonly.

Seeing this, Ying Long waved his hand in disgust, and the torrent instantly swallowed the spirit monsters and transformed them into water monkeys.

He looked up at the sky, suddenly overjoyed, and murmured: "It's time. If you don't take action, you will really have to empty this Yellow River water."

After finishing speaking, Ying Long tidied up his clothes, fixed his eyes and made a formula, and jumped into the billowing flood in the shape of a dragon, and moved into the well in Yanchi City in an instant.

Guan Xiangqi, a player who was fetching water, looked at the people around her and said strangely: "Binghe, what kind of NPC is this?"

Ying Long saw at a glance that they were souls from later generations, and said angrily, "Kids, get out of the way! I'm going to come out and kill people!"

Guan Xiangqi's knowledge stayed in the late 80s. Although art imprisoned her heart, she has always maintained a passion for art.

So she stared at this ferocious and majestic clawless dragon with shining eyes, and her Picasso-like face was instantly "scarce".

Ying Long panicked, pointed at Ma Binghe's red nose and threatened, "Get out of the way quickly! Otherwise, I will teach you to be pigs for the rest of your life!"

The little god is not allowed to act favoritically, he is just a divine beast raised by Xuanyuan, how can he change the cause and effect of mortals, just talk about it.

Ma Binghe glanced at Guan Xiangqi, thought of the expert's opinion from the provincial hospital, picked up the harpoon and stabbed Ying Long decisively.

This well was dug by Li Xiaoming and his gang of old players. They dug it strangely when they first came back to life.

It happened to be stuck against Ni Lin who Ying Long was trying to retract.

The harpoon was coming towards him, and Ni Lin couldn't move forward or retreat. Ying Long's face showed the expression of a husky when he was beaten: "???"

……

After receiving the news, Fei Mingqiu rushed to the "spot of the incident", and at least six circles of passing players had already surrounded the well.

Little gods have fate.For example, Yuanyuan's gate of life is on her forehead, and she bursts into tears when Fei Mingqiu flicks her, while Yinglong's gate of life is in the corner of the dragon.

Ma Binghe tightened Yinglong's horns with a red face, and shouted to the players: "Where did I just say that?"

Players who play Derivative Station know him well, and said cooperatively: "You go to Inner Mongolia to jump in the queue and stay up late to read handwritten novels!"

"Ahem, it seems to be going too far." Ma Binghe made a gesture of spearing a fish, "Although this dragon is a wild monster in the game, the art is really good. Our ancient dragons were originally from Snakes are transformed. Snakes don’t have claws, so neither do dragons. As for the so-called antlers, catfish whiskers, and eagle claws…”

Guan Xiangqi frowned and interrupted him: "Binghe, I've admired enough. Since you said it's a wild monster, kill it for experience. Leveling up matters."

Young people in the late 80s have witnessed the earth-shaking changes in the country, and they are very receptive and realistic.

The young people in the 20s echoed in unison: "Yes, yes! Let's fly a kite and scrape together!"

Flying a kite and scraping are all game slang words.

But we all know that there is no cultural gap between gods and mortals.

Ying Long, who was stabbed at the gate of his life and became inhuman for a short time: "...??? No, wait!! Don't mess around!"

Of course, he would not be killed by mortals living in metal shells, but some mountain gods have indeed lost their news recently...

Fei Mingqiu didn't expect that the situation would become like this after the players went online, so he pushed away the crowd and walked to the well, "Wait a minute."

Seeing Fei Mingqiu was like seeing his own father, Ying Long nodded his head like a catfish, bared his teeth and shouted: "Hmph, killing a god will be struck by lightning."

A staunch materialist, a flower of the motherland, and a player of the fourth natural disaster who beat his master to death with fists, is not afraid of this.

Player: "Brother Fei, quickly flash its health bar! See if we beat you or not, and it's over!"

Alpha, who was riding on the shoulders of the outermost players to watch the excitement, also gloated and booed: "It's blood bar will be lit immediately! Everyone get ready!"

The last time the water essence attacked and caused damage, it made it work overtime to recalculate the progress of various infrastructure projects, and the artificial intelligence was exhausted.

Players default Alpha to be the cute bear in "Trash", and if he speaks, it is equivalent to the official announcement of the announcement, and he immediately believes it to be true.

Fei Mingqiu had a bit of a headache, and used his supernatural powers to restrain the player's emotions, and asked Ying Long while clutching his heart:

"Do you want to be killed?"

this question.

Especially the young man in front of him with his eyes half downcast, looking very dangerous.

Ying Long was still planning a conspiracy but refused to answer, and suddenly a joke came out of the crowd: "God will die if he is killed!"

Fei Mingqiu's heart moved slightly, and he recited silently several times.It really doesn't matter who he is.He wants to live smoothly, that's all.

The overwhelming flood has already crushed the area, and the strong wind suddenly blows through the layers of dark clouds, and a ray of light golden morning light pours down in the sky.

Not only Ying Long, Ma Binghe and other players saw with their own eyes that Fei Mingqiu's hair was light golden in the sun, just like his eyelashes.

Gold and jade are the habitat of the gods and spirits.

The white jade in Penglai Hall, and the multi-gold platform in Kunlun.

Yinglong's dragon horns were messy, and he said cautiously: "...QAQ, do you want me to be killed? Master Kunlun?"