I want it all

Su Lang's words were unexpected, especially when he seemed to be very resistant just a moment ago, and kept telling Shen Feiyun not to forget Su Lang, emphasizing that the relationship between "Qi Yuwen" and Shen Feiyun was nothing more than dewy love.

As a result, after going mad for a while, he solemnly agreed.

"Really?" Shen Feiyun hugged Su Lang tightly, and because of his abrupt movements, it almost caused Su Lang to lose control of the sword, almost breaking the skin on the side of his neck.

Although Su Lang was furious, he warned Shen Feiyun that he would cut the opponent's skin with a sword, but this was almost impossible, the sharp blade in his hand could not be used no matter what.

When being rubbed into Shen Feiyun's arms eagerly, he could barely control the sword, seeing that Shen Feiyun's neck was intact, he felt relieved.

"Don't move!" Su Lang put his sword back into its sheath, put it on his waist, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, "You are not afraid of death, but I am afraid that if I kill you, I will pay for it."

Shen Feiyun sighed deeply, and then laughed heartily.

Su Lang's words were duplicity, and what he said was more or less awkward. Shen Feiyun was gradually able to understand what he meant, and no longer coldly told the other party to speak up as before.

For example, now, Su Lang said that he was afraid of paying for his life, but he actually loved himself more than himself.

If you are really scratched by the sword, you are guaranteed that the other party will feel guilty.

Thinking of this, Shen Feiyun felt a little regretful. If he had known that he would have used more force to deliberately scratch the sword, he would have seen Su Lang's red eyes caring about him, that would be a special experience.

It was too bad, Shen Feiyun felt a little hateful.

Putting the unspeakable little thoughts and secret happiness in Su Lang's pain, watching Su Lang be fascinated by himself, worrying about gains and losses, it is indeed a bit evil.

"It's my fault." Shen Feiyun let go a little, and Xuxu held Su Lang in his arms, "You blame me, it's my fault, I always like to joke with you."

After tonight, I will live a serious life with you, no more jokes.

Shen Feiyun was full of tenderness and sweetness. He lowered his head and saw Su Lang's upturned nose, so he stretched out his hand to hold the other person's chin, and lifted his face up.

I saw Su Lang closed his eyes, and his face was flushed with a strange flush, just like the haze before the scorching sun dissipated.

Shen Feiyun leaned close to Su Lang's lips, sighed lightly, and then slowly pressed her lips closer.

As soon as the kiss was over, Su Lang trembled with hatred, his knuckles clung to Shen Feiyun's shoulder, pressing on the bitten wound, and he held it so tightly that it turned white.

"Go!" Shen Feiyun wiped Su Lang's gorgeous red lips, pulled Su Lang into the room, and searched for things.

Su Lang stood aside, not enthusiastic about participating in it, and just watched with cold eyes.

Shen Feiyun knelt on one knee, flipping on the bottom floor of the wooden box.

Su Lang's gaze stayed on his narrow waist, and he felt that if a piece of fine cloth was wrapped around such a thin place, it would be more attractive.

Seeing Shen Feiyun's nape looming under the high collar, he thought it would look good with a chain on.

There are also slender fingers, which are most suitable for curling up and closing unconsciously after being bitten, leaving tooth marks.

Su Lang was so angry that he was irrational, and all kinds of unreasonable and terrifying thoughts began to appear in his mind in turn.

Shen Feiyun took out a red robe, looked back and said with a smile: "I found it."

He maintained a half-kneeling, half-prone posture, and this sweet smile, like mist flowing in the mountains, softened the sharp facial features very softly.

I really want him to cry.

Su Lang came back to his senses, blinked, nodded and said, "You wear it."

Shen Feiyun nodded in agreement, then reluctantly found a reddish purple shirt, got up and stuffed it into Su Lang's arms.

He spoke with a regretful tone: "The Sacred Fire Sect is all made of red cloth and red clothes, and Jianxue Mountain Villa is mostly plain shirts. If I knew it, I would directly worship and get married in the Sacred Fire Sect, saving us a long time as wild mandarin ducks."

It was rare for Su Lang to see Shen Feiyun so serious and excited. His heart felt as if he had been pricked by dense needles, and he felt a throbbing pain, as if he would be out of breath in the next second.

But Su Lang was still alive, and his heart was beating alive.

The marriage of two big men sounds like a low-level joke, but Shen Feiyun, who can't catch anything, is like a wild crane, and he will laugh because of such a joke that is not funny.

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At night, a simple wedding was finally assembled.

There are two red lanterns hanging in the lobby of Jianxue Mountain Villa, which were borrowed from the mountain tavern not long ago.A few red candles were placed on the table, and the lights flickered.

Xu Qingyun sat on top, looking at the two expressionlessly.

Shen Feiyun was wearing a red robe, and Su Lang was wearing a purple red robe.

If it wasn't for Su Lang's complexion that he didn't look like he was coming to visit the hall to get married, but rather like visiting Xu Qingyun's grave, maybe he and Shen Feiyun would be more like a couple; but he didn't, and with Shen Feiyun who was happy at the corners of his eyes and brows, he seemed out of place , no match.

The three of them looked at each other, none of them knowing what to do next.

Xu Qingyun coughed and said calmly, "Bow to heaven and earth."

"..."

There was silence.

Xu Qingyun has seen too many scenes, and there are not many scenes that can make her feel embarrassed, but it is obviously one of the few scenes that can be recorded in the annals of history.

Shen Feiyun cleared his throat, took Su Lang's hand, and bowed deeply towards the dark sky outside.

Su Lang bent his waist lazily. If he didn't look carefully, he would definitely not be able to see that he had moved.

Xu Qingyun bit her bullet and continued: "Second obeisance to the high hall."

When the two heard this, they bowed to her.

"Husband... Husband bows to each other."

Shen Feiyun turned around and looked at Su Lang. The other party was facing Qi Yuwen's face, and his whole body revealed an aura of "casualty", "absent-mindedness", and "trance". Don't care.

"Hey——" Shen Feiyun couldn't help but sigh deeply, he really didn't know what Su Lang was struggling with.

Why don't you want to confess to him, why is getting married so uncomfortable.

Could it be that although I like myself, but not to the point where the love is deeply rooted and unswerving, is it really just better than having fun and dewy love?

Shen Feiyun pursed his lips, and decided that after tonight, he would make it clear to Su Lang that if the other party was still unwilling, he could not force it, and could only proceed step by step, slowly.

With a "bang", Xu Qingyun smashed the teacup in her hand on the table and stood up.

She was going to rest early after the farce was over, but after waiting and waiting, the two people in the hall looked at each other, you looked at you, I looked at you, but they just stood still, like pines and cypresses in the mountains of frost and snow.

When the two turned their gazes to Xu Qingyun, she coughed, frowned and said, "Husband and wife pay respects."

Shen Feiyun finally recovered from his chaotic thoughts, and bowed to Su Lang.

"Okay." Xu Qingyun nodded solemnly, "Li Cheng, let's go back to rest. Don't forget to cook for me tomorrow morning."

"..." Shen Feiyun was speechless, ever since learning to cook was known, this arduous task fell on him.

"It's gone." Xu Qingyun waved her hand, and walked into the backyard like the wind.

"Then..." Shen Feiyun said uncertainly, "Shall we go back too?"

Su Lang raised his eyes and glanced at him, nodded, extinguished the candle with his sleeves, and walked towards the room with only the remaining red lantern.

Back in the house, Shen Feiyun closed the door and said impatiently: "I have something that I must explain to you."

"No rush." ​​Su Lang said slowly, "I still haven't drunk the Heying wine."

Shen Feiyun was stunned for a moment, before he could speak out the manuscript, he saw Su Lang take out two large altar burning knives from under the table, and said to him: "This is a gift from Hanniang, you can figure it out."

"Hey wine... drink this?" Shen Feiyun was slightly puzzled, stepped forward, opened the teacup on the table, and was about to pour it into the cup.

Su Lang pressed the back of his hand, picked up an altar, looked at Shen Feiyun provocatively, and asked, "Do you dare to drink?"

Shen Feiyun frowned slightly, paused, and replied: "Farewell, such strong wine, such a big jar, no matter how good I am, I'm afraid... besides, I still have something to say..."

Su Lang ignored him, and directly picked up the wine jar and poured it into his own mouth, as if he was drunk to relieve his worries and swallowed the mountains and rivers with anger.

Shen Feiyun: "..."

After the two big altars of wine were down, Shen Feiyun was a little bit stupefied, he managed to stand up, and facing the two afterimages of Su Lang in front of him, he said sincerely: "I have long been..."

I know you are Su Lang.

Before the rest of the words could be said, Su Lang abruptly cut them off.

Familiar despair enveloped Shen Feiyun, and he was touched by Su Lang again, this time including Ya point.

When he was tied up, he was still dizzy, didn't realize what was going to happen next, only had a vague premonition that Su Lang would leave.

The resentment of being left behind twice filled my heart, and most of the wine was sober.

Su Lang tied him down slowly, lowered his head and whispered in Shen Feiyun's ear: "Can you love me only, can I tear other people out of your heart?"

Shen Feiyun was on the verge of collapse, feeling extremely aggrieved.

——I only loved one, and there is no one else in my heart except you.

If I knew I would not procrastinate, I should have made it clear in the corridor during the day.

He always thought that Su Lang's threats were just unscrupulous words, but tonight the other party actually honored most of them, tied his eyes with Supa, and tossed until the fire in the red lantern fell, and waited until the crescent moon rose in the second half of the night.

On the one hand, Shen Feiyun felt that he was wrapped in boiling water, and on the other hand, he felt that he was a fish on a knife, torn apart and eaten into his stomach.

After the long ordeal, he fell into a coma.

Waking up the next day, Shen Feiyun noticed that the acupoints had been untied and his internal strength had recovered, so he broke down with force and rubbed his wrists and ankles with complicated emotions.

"Okay... okay you Su Lang..."

He made a hoarse voice, and the consequences of being pressed on Ya acupoint all night were fully revealed.

Shen Feiyun's face turned red and turned white, threw the wrinkled red robe on the ground, picked up the plain fan, and resigned himself to cleaning it.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, the sore itching like ten thousand ants devouring his heart struck again.

Shen Feiyun closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and pulled up his collar with a sneer, enduring the pain of the broken skin on his chest, and the strange feeling of the soft fabric constantly being touched.

Su Lang was indeed not an ordinary person.

Shen Feiyun never imagined that he was... could be tossed like this...

The author has something to say: important things are said three times: Shen Gong Su Shou, Shen Gong Su Shou, Shen Gong Su Shou.