subordinates dare not

At the moment of the conversation, the two of them had walked to the front of the dormitory together—of course it was the room where Meng Fuyuan was going to rest today, Huo Yi was blowing cold wind in front of the meditation hall and waiting for Meng Fuyuan, with the original intention of sending him back.

It's just that before the words were finished, Meng Fuyuan was determined not to let him go. Of course, even if this topic ended, Meng Fuyuan would have to entangle for a while before he was willing to let Huo Yi leave.Therefore, Meng Fuyuan grabbed Huo Yi's palm, forcefully pulled him into his room without any rejection, and then closed the door.

Walking to the candlestick, he lighted three candles leisurely and unhurriedly. Meng Fuyuan moved the position of the candlestick a little bit, glanced at Huo Yi behind him, then looked at the candlestick, and moved a few inches so that the other party would not be affected by the light. His eyes were directly dazzled, and at the same time he asked, "You say it first, or should I say it first?"

Huo Yi said: "You go first."

"it is good."

After lighting the candles, Meng Fuyuan didn't stop. He went to the window again, took down the forks that held up the windows one by one, passed by the wooden door, and didn't forget to put the latch on, "Because his speech was inconsistent and self-defeating. break."

Huo Yi nodded and said, "Indeed."

"I'm done talking, it's your turn." The doors and windows that should be closed are all tightly closed at this moment, tightly shut, to keep out the cold wind, and Meng Fuyuan sat contentedly on the edge of the Luohan bed, with one hand on his lap, The other elbow rested on the side skirt, "Which part of his statement made you suspicious?"

Meng Fuyuan thought for a while and then asked Huo Yi, "Sit over here, aren't you tired from standing?"

These years have passed, and Huo Yi has long been accustomed to Meng Fuyuan's way of doing things. If he still naively thinks that Master Meng is asking for advice from himself, rather than euphemistic orders, then he can be said to have lived in vain in Wuwei Villa. It's been ten years, not to mention that he is not Huo Yong now, and he still has the face of "Yan Yuanbai".

So he picked a seat that was far away from Meng Fuyuan - the other side of the Arhat bed, and sat down, "There are two places."

"The first point is that Yu Yuran said before that the remnants of the Devil's Cult cut off Tongue and fed medicine to Su Shaoxia. I think it's unnecessary, and with the style of the Devil's Cult, he can simply be killed with a single knife, and there will be no future troubles from now on." Huo Yi continued, "Now there is one more place."

"Hun and Lou are only famous in Jianghu, but their status is not considered high. Therefore, the master of Hun and Lou can choose not to get involved in the matter of Jianghu's grand trial, but he rushed here day and night. It shows that he was very concerned about the murder of the Chiyan Gang, at least he didn't stand by and watch."

Huo Yi said in a deep voice: "But I remember, when you asked Yu Yanran for someone, you only said that you would send them to the Beiqi Sect, not the Tianshu Sect, so I don't understand, if he had already told Kaiyang Pai Liu was suspicious. When he heard that the owner of the villa wanted to send him to Beiqi Sect, he had to ask, should he be sent to the Kaiyang Sect? He was not afraid, Wuwei Villa belonged to the Kaiyang Sect Alliance, sending Su Shaoxia back is exactly what Master Xu wants, not only will it save the other party the effort to find the fish that slipped through the net, but will Su Shaoxia even be killed without anyone noticing?"

Meng Fuyuan originally tapped his four fingers lightly on his knees, but he stopped suddenly when he heard the end, turned around, and sighed softly: "It's really a heart-to-heart connection."

"You and I think exactly the same."

The slightly trembling candlelight flickered and dazzled the eyes, and it was impossible to outline Huo Yi's tough face meticulously, only half of the face was smudged yellow. On the contrary, it was very similar to the freehand brushwork written by Mo Ke. Shen Yun, the other half of his face, because of the obstruction of the bridge of the nose, was soaked in the night where the candlelight could not reach, the light and the dark gathered at the peak of the nose for a while, the blending of light and shadow was like a dream, and Meng Fuyuan almost lost the desire to resist .

Suddenly want to kiss.

Want to be hearty, want to be fascinated.

In fact, he did.

Meng Fuyuan originally thought that as the owner of a village, he had a noble status, so no matter what, others should take the initiative to show favor to him, no matter how no matter how he himself, he should never let go of his status and get very close to an elm-haired man over and over again. A cycad with a wooden head that never blooms for thousands of years.

It's a pity I couldn't help it.

Thinking about it later, it's not a pity.

Meng Fuyuan knelt beside Huo Yi on the narrow Arhat bed. When he kissed him, he grabbed the other's shoulders with both hands. Meng Fuyuan, who was indulging in the sudden lust, even managed to separate his mind a little bit, he thought, in front of him If someone dares to push him away this time, he must—

Fortunately, Huo Yi didn't, so he didn't continue to think about it.

The cool breeze outside the window lingers in the lingering night, and inside the house they are ecstasy in the foreplay of rubbing hands together.The breath between the lips and teeth turned into an invisible cloud of smoke, making the people in it feel ecstatic, drunk and dreaming of dying in this half-hour secret sex, sneaking in intimacy while busy.

Humans are always greedy and insatiable wanting more, it is in their nature to escape the cliché.

Meng Fuyuan left Huo Yi's lips for a while, but the breath seemed to be disconnected, lingering between the chests of the two of them, fully expanding to fill the gap between them, and because of this, they were intimate, the clothes on Meng Fuyuan's chest were lacking. Vigorously rising and falling with the oxygen of life, his index finger was put on Huo Yi's belt, and he loosened it intimately and provocatively. The astonishment of a fleeting moment in the dim night.

Meng Fuyuan was happy with it, and the other party cooperated unexpectedly.

This cognition made Meng Fuyuan more certain that everything was not his wishful thinking alone.

What happened later, proceeded step by step, and came to fruition—kissing should not be limited to the place close to the lips. To touch more places.

The light of the jade pot turns, and the moonlight enters the house, witnessing this uncontrollable joy together with the candle flame.

In a daze, in a daze, someone called out in a low voice——

"Zilu..."

The brilliance of the bright moon is as cold as frost, like a thin layer of ice floating on the window lattice. A moth in the room rushed towards the trembling fireworks recklessly, was burned into fly ash, and fell into the heart of the candle——

"Bah-"

It was the sound of broken bones.

In an instant, the surrounding silence turned into a depressing dead silence, so the scorching sound that no one cared about became clear and audible, reaching the deepest part of my heart, causing ripples unexpectedly.

Huo Yi's whole body froze suddenly, as if his soul had been taken away by a ghost just now, so he couldn't hold himself back and couldn't help himself. At this time, the out-of-body soul finally returned to his body, and he was able to control his body, so the next moment he looked Meng Fuyuan pushed Meng Fuyuan away in a panic, acting as if he had done some unforgivable evil, hurriedly covered his skirt, put on his short boots, and ran towards the frosty wooden door, trying to leave the horrific scene as quickly as possible. A dream that is irrational, reckless and completely presumptuous, drunk and vain.