Lanshan Snow

Thule wizard's slightly cold fingers fell on the young man's neck.

Gently, imperceptibly trembling.

...almost.

Arlan who nearly hurt him.

Compared with defeat, death, and Allan leaving, this is the scariest and most unacceptable thing—he could actually hurt his Allan.And his Allan didn't know anything about it, didn't know that he was so terrifying, so cruel, and so bloody.

Not to mention that once he loses control, he may smash him at any time.

Wizard Thule wanted to feel the rushing blood in the juvenile's carotid artery, to make sure that his lover was all right, safe and sound in his arms.But hesitantly dare not touch it.

He was afraid that his emotions would not disappear, that he would lose control and choke the young man's throat.

——That's too simple.

Cold and pale fingers hovered on the side of the neck, not falling for a long time.

Qiu Bodeng raised his head.

Facing the silver-gray frenzy in the young man's eyes, the flames jumped and surged in it, reflecting the texture of the quenched blade... It's strange, why does he look so sad?

What's so sad about it!

...In short, you want to touch him but dare not?

The young master with delicate skin and tender flesh didn't know what he almost experienced, let alone what kind of danger he was in.He only noticed the fear and fear of the Thule wizard. After thinking about it, he leaned forward and took the initiative to send the white and fragile neck into the man's palm.

"What are you afraid of?" Qiu Bodeng pretended to be calm, but his ears were red, "I'll touch it for you."

After all, the situation is special.

he thinks.

The boy's slender neck was entrusted to the palm of Thule wizard with broad joints and hard finger bones.As long as the tiger's mouth is tightened, his lonely cervical spine can be crushed like a sprout - even the weakest warrior of the tribe can do this without any effort.

Ignorance and fearlessness.

The Thule wizard lowered his eyelashes.

Press your fingertips on the boy's neck, which can be crushed when you pinch it, the delicate white flesh, the delicate joints underneath, some red marks that haven't faded away... Handed over to the man without any sense of self-protection, I don't know those marks, those What kind of terrifying desires will be aroused by the clean and beautiful lines.

Hold him down, lock the dark gold and silver-plated bracelets on his throat, wrists, ankles...Forcing him to raise his head, his eyelashes are wet to bear all the unbearable frenzy...Possessing and marking over and over again , branding, until everyone can tell at a glance that he is loved and loved from the inside out.

Even if he was taken back, his breath could not be washed away.

do not know.

So don't be afraid of him.

The fingers rubbing the neck were too cautious, and the force used was almost negligible.It's hard to imagine that a person who holds a knife in one hand and confronts a wolf head-on can move so gently.

It's not that it's not good for him to be lighter, but it's too light...

Qiu Bodeng thought in embarrassment.

Wizard Thule's hand is the hand that holds the knife and arrow all the year round. The tiger's mouth and finger pulp are covered with a layer of hard and rough calluses.Usually, if the force is a little heavier, he will be scratched and tingled, and Qiu Bodeng bites him frequently for this reason.But when the opponent was really light, it was itchy, like sweeping with a feather.

I can't stand it even more.

Qiu Bodeng was ticklish since he was a child, so he endured it for a while, but couldn't hold it back, he clenched his fist, and gave him a vicious punch on his strong and hard back.

Gently, gently, gently!

Not light when it should be light, light like this when it should not be light!

hypocritically!

Presumably because he thought it hurt him, Wizard Thule stopped his movements, and his fingers stopped by his ear.After a while, he moved away slowly, and pulled up the loose collar of his inner coat for him.The cold voice said something in a low voice.Although I don't understand, judging from the tone, it should be an apology.

Qiu Bodeng turned his head.

The young Thule wizard quietly surrounded him with only his clothes on, and looked away.The breath of wind and snow remained on his body, his cheekbones were cold and pale, no, his whole body was pale and hard.

His eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the silver gray.

It seems to be an ancient tree with the reflection of a frozen lake.

Although he didn't know what was going on, his heart was beating slowly and heavily, and the other party was indeed sad... Forget it, don't bother with him.The young master thought, at least he had saved him three times.

Anyway,

It's not the first time anyway.

After completing the mental preparation, Qiu Bodeng raised his arms.

He hugged Wizard Thule's back, then stood up gently, resting his chin on the man's hard shoulder bones, his chest against his chest, his neck against his neck... through the dark pulu cloth, strong muscles came The scalding heat sent a chill down the spine in an instant.

It's easy to be intimidated.

Because every muscle contains terrifying power, which can destroy him in an instant.

The moment he leaned up, Qiu Bodeng did feel fear—it was very dangerous, and his intuition was warning.

He was embracing a cheetah, a beast that might tear him apart.No matter how ignorant or innocent the prey is, when facing a life-threatening predator, their intuition will send out a strong warning.

The wayward young master ignored the intuitive warning.

... Anyway, he saved his life.he thinks.

At worst, just go back.

The wind outside the house was bitter and stern, and the fire inside the house was blazing.

The light was changing, and the male and female boy was so beautiful that he wore golden bracelets on his ankles. He half-kneeled in the arms of the tall and silent weird wizard, got up, and gently pressed his cheek to the man's cheek... as if in an ancient legend. Sacrifice, the pure and beautiful shepherdess, offering herself to the evil god in the shrine.

He is a sacrifice, a trophy, and a property.

—He knew he was dangerous.

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Forests are collapsing.

The wolves stepped on silent steps, circled, scanned, and patrolled.One by one, the ancient trees that had grown for hundreds of thousands of years fell down, making an extremely heavy sound.These trees growing in the permafrost are harder than steel, and the cold wind and snowstorm have hammered their texture.

Clang clang.

"Sure enough..." Shen Fangzhuo, the head of the branch of the Shen family who was born in Pingtang, Dongzhou, bent his fingers and tapped the tree trunk he had cut, and the sound he made was as cold as metal, "An ancient book says that there are cold trees in the north, comparable to gold essence. Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved." Then, he laughed again, "Such an extraordinary ancient tree, without the prince and your warriors, even if we allow us to chop it, it would not be able to cut it down."

Prince Tumu of the Canglang tribe stared coldly at the tribe who were logging, leaning on a copper ax stuck in the ground.

Not far away, he nailed several wolf heads and the heads of several members of the Canglang tribe to the bark of a tree, deterring anyone who dared to raise objections to the deforestation.

Facing Shen Fangzhuo's flattery, he showed a bit of pride and a trace of contempt that couldn't be concealed.

Obviously, he didn't pay attention to the Central Plains people.

In his opinion, except for the flying boats and wooden birds they built, few people in the Central Plains could withstand beatings, and they were all so thin that they would fall down with a single punch.

Shen Fangzhuo didn't miss the scorn of Prince Tumumu, he cursed in his heart, "a barbarian who doesn't know what is good or bad", and said with a chuckle: "I congratulate the wolf in advance for returning to the holy land and winning the snowy land The control of the gate is over. At that time, the Shen family will be permanently allied with the Canglang tribe."

The abrupt wooden prince nodded.

He was still polite to Shen Fangzhuo, and said in a bad Central Plains etiquette: "Mr. Shen, don't worry, I swear in the name of the wolf, I will never treat my friends badly."

With a bang, ten wolf warriors felled a giant tree again.

A gap gradually appeared in the forest, and the bare dark brown land was not covered by snow for a while.A dark red liquid flowed from the tree stump, and some roots came out of the ground.Shen Fangzhuo stepped forward, wiped a handful of tree sap, showing joy, and asked Prince Tumu if he could dig up these tree stumps and take them away.

Angry expressions flashed across the faces of some wolf warriors nearby.

Prince Mumu nodded casually.

He doesn't care about whether cutting down ancient trees and digging up tree roots violates the ancient ancestral precepts. He cares more about another thing: "When will the wooden kite be built?"

"Don't worry, prince. I will make the first batch of wooden kites for you within a month." Shen Fangzhuo was in a good mood when he obtained the thousand-year-old dragon wood pith simply, and he got up and said, "And, I assure you, the kites made by Hanmu The wooden kite, definitely flies faster and higher than any wooden kite you have seen before."

After a pause, he smiled.

"A few days ago, the batch of wooden kites that you have also seen, in front of the wooden kites made of these cold woods, is like a sparrow facing a falcon."

A smile appeared on the face of Prince Mu Mu, and he asked Shen Fangzhuo with a little pride, whether such a wooden kite is considered the strongest wooden kite.

"It must be a top-level wooden kite," Shen Fangzhuo said, "but the strongest wooden kite cannot be made now."

In the face of the fear and suspicion vaguely revealed by Prince Mu Mu.

Shen Fangzhuo smiled and cupped his hands.

"It's definitely not that my Shen family has any reservations about the Canglang tribe. It's just that there was a red kite in Dongzhou once, and no wooden kite could match it. The family has asked all the Tianbing mansions, but they still don't know who designed it. Since then, the wooden kite has undergone several transformations, almost all aiming to restore the original red kite, but unfortunately it has not been realized so far."

Prince Tumumu was skeptical and turned his gaze to the other side.

The guard of the Chou family, dressed in tight collar and narrow sleeves, and wearing a goose and crane suit, was carrying her red-scaled dragon-patterned pine sword on her back, standing on top of an ancient tree.

She is waiting for Dongzhou's reply.

Shen Fangzhuo and Prince Tumu exchanged glances, tacit understanding.

——The young master of the Qiu family should have "unfortunately" died before Dongzhou replied.

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Wave after wave, the snow covered the eagle's nest, and wave after wave, it slid down.The white snow brushed past the wooden window, illuminated by the dim light from inside.

The young master of the enemy, who was alone, wore golden bracelets on his feet, kneeling on the legs of Thule's most powerful head witch, and his waist was fixed.He quietly raised his head, his beautiful face was more delicately set off by the man's pale and broad hand bones.The light of fire fell in his eyes.

Holy, pure white sacrifice.

The Thule wizard stared at him for a long time, leaning over.

——A kiss as light as the first snow falls.

His desire was so deep, but the kiss that fell was so light.

The beast retracted its claws and fangs.

It is domesticated.

When they parted, Wizard Thule placed his fingers lightly on the boy's belt, but he didn't make any further movements—he was a predator who followed his instincts, but at this moment he began to stumble and want to do something that went against his instincts.

Facing those silver gray eyes, Qiu Bodeng's eyelashes trembled slightly.

I knew he was asking if it was okay.