cold wings

Fenghua's bewitching face is full of evil charms, Feng Qisheng stands beside Fengqing and Fenglan, his fiery red hair is fluttering, the breeze blows, and from time to time there are a few strands of red strands blowing across the bewitching face, the charm is alluring:

"Hahaha!"

"Have you laughed enough?" Feng Qing glanced sideways and Feng Qisheng's cold voice sounded: "Do you want to make a move?"

Feng Qisheng shook his head with a smile, his red eyes parted with ripples: "You are not my opponent yet!"

Feng Qing naturally retracted her gaze and sneered.

On an autumn night in the middle of the night, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the lonely Fengshan Mountain in the night wind has an indescribably coldness.

The solitary cry of wolves can be heard endlessly, like countless floating souls lingering on the dark and stretching hills.

Feng Qingxie raised her phoenix eyes, and a leisurely smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

In front of Feng Qing, a bewitching fiery red was dyed in the dark sky without stars and moon, burning with fiery luster, and the fluttering fiery red long hair danced gracefully in the wind.

Although I couldn't see the expression of the man in red at this moment, but the aloof and slender back was emitting a cold and oppressive aura at this moment.

Feng Qing turned around and landed beside the man in red: "If I die, you can calm your unreasonable thoughts, I would rather die!"

Feng Qisheng gave Feng Qing a cold look, and raised his lips coldly: "You still want to get rid of me?"

Feng Qing lowered his eyes, smiling but not smiling: "Master, if the Lord really thinks that the subordinate will leave, then the subordinate will ask the Lord, why should the subordinate come here?"

The man in red was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

The black eyes swept across those deep fiery red ice eyes, and suddenly there was an intoxicating smile: "Don't you believe me?"

Feng Qisheng raised Feng Qing's jaw, narrowed his red eyes slightly: "Really?"

The corners of Feng Qisheng's lips curled up with contempt, and he still did not forget to sarcastically: "If it is true that you will not leave me, I guess I am not here now, but resting in the warm palace."

Feng Qing lifted his delicate chin, gently pushed away the hand hooking his jaw, very

A cooperative response: "Yes, Feng Lan made a condition with me today, so I won't leave, at least not now!"

Feng Qing looked sideways slightly, looking at Feng Qisheng's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, a gloomy and cold light flashed across his black eyes: "You are dealing with them in secret!"

Feng Qisheng's fingertips slid across Feng Qing's delicate face, until his chin, provoking: "What are you doing to me?"

The black eyes narrowed slightly: "Look at how you failed, how you lost face, and how you felt ashamed!"

With red eyes intertwined with cold fire, Feng Qisheng pressed Feng Qing's heart firmly with his fingers: "Do you really want to taste what it's like to be stabbed in with a knife!?"

Feng Qing squeezed Feng Qisheng's chin fiercely, his eyes were slightly angry: "You are a bastard, why did you meet such a bastard in this life?!"

"Are you worthy of teaching me?" Feng Qisheng's anger remained unabated: "I'll tell you too, I don't mind killing everyone you care about!"

"Have you killed less!?"

Feng Qisheng held Feng Qing's waist, and pressed him fiercely under his body, his enchanting face was close to his beautiful face, and the scorching and incriminating aura scattered away.

Feng Qing instinctively wanted to resist, but his wrists were tightly bound, Feng Qisheng kissed his wet lips, and a wicked smile appeared: "I don't mind having sex with you here!"

The sudden smile extinguished the burning anger.

Feng Qing raised Feng Qisheng's neck, licked his fair side neck lightly, a charming breath spread in the dark night: "Really?"

After all, indulgent kisses swept over the sky and covered the sky.

The two pairs of deep demon pupils seem to be able to inhale each other invisible, black charm and demon red, flowing with fiery colors.

On a pitch-black moonlit night, silver frost sprinkled all over the place, and long fluttering hair tangled together, embellishing the dark night.

The tongues of ecstasy were intertwined unscrupulously, and the fiery nostalgia was full of punishing anger and provocation, domineering and strong.

The deep black phoenix eyes seem to be a dark sky without stars and moons, and there are scattered kisses in the evil and charming lips, the red robes are scattered like remnants of flowers, and the bloody peach blossoms are full of lustful crimson, burning The coldness of the dark night.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight.The memory of the moment when Feng Lan made the request reappeared...

At the meeting point of evening and dark night, a faint blue rhyme is scattered, leaving a cold gap.

Under the snow-white pear tree outside Fenglan's room, a man of peerless elegance and independence is peerless and independent. His long black hair swayed in a charming arc on the black robe, lingering and charming.

It's just that things are different, and the past is unbearable. At that time, a slender hand stretched out in front of the evil man.

The black eyes are still as seductive as before, but the beautiful face is not as gentle as before, and the pale face looks so distant.

"you've been drinking?"

Feng Qing frowned, and took Feng Lan's hand away.Feng Lan smiled slightly, her black eyes dimmed a lot.

Feng Lan answered irrelevantly: "Brother Feng Qing doesn't hate me?"

"I'm asking you something!" Feng Qing's black eyes were a little annoyed, and the imprint of peach blossoms in the corners of his eyes became a little darker.

Feng Lan leaned on Feng Qing's shoulder and smiled lazily: "I don't need to answer you!"

Suddenly, Feng Lan softly whispered to her ear, and said weakly: "Brother Feng Qing, you can stay! For the sake of the world, you can still be stable for a while..."

The incense in the room was dimly extinguished, and a lingering fragrance floated in the air, like the last breath that had been burned.

Feng Lan lay down on the ground slowly, her snow-white long hair spread out, her expression was serene, as if she did not want to wake up from a dream, she held a jade pendant tightly in her hand, and gently closed her charming eyes.

Feng Qing walked in front of Feng Lan expressionlessly, a gloomy look flashed across her black eyes.The blue hair instantly turned into frost and snow... Lan'er...

The wet wine in the room dripped from the edge of the table, tick-tock, and gradually dried up.

No blood, no tears, just a woman, in this quiet literary garden, quietly left in the company of her eldest brother, ending a lifetime of infatuated love and beauty, leaving the last chapter in the wind...

Feng Qing squatted beside Feng Lan's body, looking into her eyes, the expression in her black eyes was difficult to understand.His palm slid across Feng Lan's face, and a strange black light emerged, covering Feng Lan's body, spreading out little by little, spreading out little by little, and it lasted for a long time...

At that time, Feng Lan's body turned into dustless under the black halo, a wisp of fluff drifting away with the wind, as light as a cloud.A piece of shining jade pendant on the white ground is quietly waiting for the owner...