The invincible chivalrous fragrance of the East

The meridians were shaken by the man's true energy, and Dongfang Bubai's sense of fainting and restlessness disappeared, replaced by a strong pain.

He opened and closed his thin lips weakly, and said angrily, "Is it something you can get your hands on? If you touch me, you will regret it."

Murong Chengshuang put him on the boudoir bed, while he raised his head and hid his face with a low smile, he said: "I said you have such a backbone when you come out to sell alone! Could it be because of your taste, as it happens, I like your taste very much!"

This time he sent his subordinates from Yingyi to Yingshiliu to chase and kill Zhao Nuanzhou, but he didn't expect that this group of trash would lose him, so he appeared in person, although he couldn't find Zhao Nuanzhou, but he just happened to catch up with this Auction, a moment of fun and then participated in.

There are many rumors about him in Jianghu, but in fact, there is one thing missing in these rumors, which is Murong Chengshuang's weird sexual fetish.

Every time, he likes to torture his bed partner until he is dripping with blood, and finally dies.In his elegant residence in the center of the lake, there are more than a dozen male pets scattered around, and when they die, new ones will make up for him, so as to relieve his interest at any time.

Practicing martial arts, making love, and fighting against Zhao Nuanzhou, these are the three joys of Mr. Murong's current life.

He stretched out his jade flute, and with one hand he peeled off the red shirt of the person under him, revealing snow-colored ice muscles and two red beans.

He calmly moved his jade flute over Dongfang Bubai's red beans, causing Dongfang Bubai to pant for a while, and said angrily, "Stop!"

Murong Chengshuang smiled slightly, but his subordinates violently stuffed the jade flute into Dongfang Bubai's red lips and white teeth and tossed it wantonly. The cold body of the flute stabbed wildly in his warm mouth, which made him taste even stronger. bloody smell.It's bleeding again.

The flute was inserted into the mouth by the front end, and the soft lips swallowed a section of the blow hole uncomfortablely, the throat gurgled, and the saliva overflowed helplessly from the corner of the mouth that was still stained with blood, making the index finger twitch.

"It's strong enough, I like it very much." Murong Chengshuang sat down in front of the bed, squinted a pair of peach blossom eyes to look at the man who was shaking his head and struggling fiercely, and there was a trace of bloodthirsty on his elegant face like a breezy moon. Crazy, but not strong.

When the jade flute finished tormenting Dongfang Bubai's mouth, Murong Chengshuang pulled out the body of the flute, traces of sticky bloody saliva were pulled out by Mi Mi, his lower abdomen tightened, but he still played with it calmly. With Dongfang Bubai's body, he was not in a hurry to enter.

The red clothes were stripped down, and a little black could be glimpsed just an inch more, but Murong Chengshuang deliberately played tricks on him, just playing with his red-pissed flute on his ribs and red beans, looking at his face vividly. The beans stand up.

"Color." He murmured, teasing the red bean on the left, let the saliva on the flute body stain Dongfang Bubai's body, drawing a wonderful spring scene.

Dongfang Bubai felt nauseous for a while, but he had some physiological reactions that shouldn't be there. He shook his head frantically and panted, and the clouds were completely scattered, and the silk was dark and shiny, and the ribbon of the gauze that had been taken off was beside him. He didn't wear an inch or a thread on his upper body, and his clean skin was really like a pearl, shining brightly.Even Murong Chengshuang, who has seen countless people, couldn't help sighing that this person is wonderful!

Then, the jade flute is about to go down, picking up a deeper picture...

"Murong Crazy!" An unexpected shout of anger erupted like thunder, and Murong Chengshuang turned around instantly, swiping his sleeves, a gust of icy wind blew up!Then he hit the stone-shattering palm of the earth and hit the figure that suddenly appeared from under the bed.

Take a closer look at this figure, he is unparalleled in handsomeness, tall and heroic, who else could he be if he is not his deadly enemy Zhao Nuanzhou!

The upstart Zhao Nuanzhou stared angrily, raised his sword eyebrows, raised his hand to receive Murong Chengshuang's palm, and injected his own strong internal energy before he could defend himself, so the two completely different internal forces were in a stalemate contest.

In the end, it was Zhao Nuanzhou's pure yang internal strength that was slightly better, forcing the arrogant Mr. Murong to reverse his meridian for a while, and spit out a mouthful of blood!

"Zhao Nuanzhou!" Murong Chengshuang snorted coldly and said with a smile: "You have broken my heart in seven days, and you have to waste seven days. Now you are forced to break the lock in two days! What is the meaning!"

As he spoke, he picked up the jade flute and stabbed it straight at Zhao Nuanzhou. The jade flute was designed ingeniously. When Mr. Murong pressed his thumb on the tail of the flute, the head of the flute aimed at Zhao Nuanzhou split open. , unexpectedly drew out a sharp knife with barbs!

Anyone who has seen this knife is dead. Although the nine-inch sharp edge is small, it can cut gold and cut jade. In addition, it is full of murderous and vicious poison. If there is no antidote for Murong Chengshuang, this poison will stick to sporadic You can die in Huangquan, and you can't stand up.

And its exquisite blade has never failed in Murong's hands, and it is deeply rooted.

Zhao Nuanzhou was about to be stabbed by this poisonous and yin weapon, but this martial arts upstart was not a vegetarian, he dodged like a kite, and suddenly turned into a white shadow that flashed to Murong Cheng's side, stretched out his hand to lock At the same time, he decisively pulled out the sharp blade at his waist, and he was about to cut his throat and veins.

Murong Cheng was terrified, and the jade flute in his hand naturally slipped to the side of the bed.

Seeing that Zhao Nuanzhou had the upper hand, the situation suddenly changed in the next second.

Murong Cheng gave a smirk, raised his little tail finger, and stabbed Zhao Nuanzhou's abdominal wound. At the same time, he unhurriedly reached out to catch the stabbing knife, and said with a smile: "Fuck you, hero! You don’t know how to quench poison on a knife! Bah!”

Indeed, looking at Murong Chengshuang who received the blade empty-handed, his hands are now bleeding. If Zhao Nuanzhou had quenched his poison on this blade before, then Mr. Murong would at least be weaker.

"You!" Zhao Nuanzhou felt the pain, and wanted to pierce the sharp blade deeper into the palm, but he had to forcefully use his kung fu to break the lock, and then took the mad dog's palm, and now at this critical moment, he couldn't exert his strength coming.

And that Murong Chengshuang poured his ruthless qi into the caught blade, using it as a medium to suck the other person holding the knife, Zhao Nuanzhou, making him unable to move.

Murong Cheng's white face, which was as bright as a jade tree, suddenly became bloodthirsty, and he happily stabbed his little finger deep into the flesh and blood under the man's wound, completely ignoring the bright red liquid dripping from his other hand holding the knife.

He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I said, Ah Zhou, if you don't get dizzy and hide for another hour, and then come out when I'm done, wouldn't your life be saved!"

"It's just that you are an idler who likes to meddle in his mother's business!" At this point, Murong Chengshuang's eyebrows flashed with murderous intent, and he poked his little finger away, and was about to slap Zhao Nuanzhou's Tianling cover with his hands. Buddha Tathagata could not save him.

Zhao Nuanzhou couldn't force out his internal energy, a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was sucked by the true energy of Murong through the sharp knife, standing still and helpless, seeing the fierce palm slap, his pupils dilated and his heart tugged tight.

When there was no time left, that Murong Chengshuang unexpectedly tilted his head, his eyes turned white, and fell straight onto the soft couch!

Zhao Nuanzhou was shocked, but saw the man who had just been teased sneer, then pulled out the jade flute that had been inserted deep into Murong Cheng's body, and said, "I told you, you will regret it."

Her breath is like orchids, her face is like a peach blossom, but what she utters are ruthless and cold-blooded words.A period of thousands of styles, all piled up in the corners of the eyes, can be called soul-stirring.

Dongfang Bubai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spat at the convulsed Murong Chengshuang, then turned around and said to Zhao Nuanzhou, "Since you saved me from being bitten by this beast, I don't care about that." Your previous crime of disrespect!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Nuanzhou was stunned for a moment, but after reacting, he said in a cold voice: "You, you actually do this!" He became angry for some reason.

He listened to the spring in front of his ears, and if he didn't know what Dongfang Bubai was doing in this Fengya building, he would be a ghost!

Dongfang Bubai put on his clothes, his face was blushing, and he was about to speak, but he was attracted by the sound of fighting outside the door.

The window paper of this wing was spattered with blood from the outside, after a flash of swords and knives, someone broke into the door, and saw fourteen shadow guards and a group of men from Zhaojiabao rushing in together, seeing the people in the wing Beautiful and bloody scene, one after another either knelt down or clasped their fists to salute!

"The protector of my subordinates is late!" The fourteen shadow guards saluted Murong Chengshuang who was lying on the mandarin duck pillow.This time they came quickly and sacrificed the two brothers.

"Young master, I hope you will forgive me for being late in the rescue!" Another group of people clasped their fists and shouted at Zhao Nuanzhou.

These two groups of men seemed crowded in the wing room, the smell of sweat was really too strong.

Murong Wushuang, who was lying limp on the bed, was lifted up by Dongfang Bubai, and the poison blade was pressed against his heart. He sneered, "Don't get close, or I'll kill your master!"

These words were obviously addressed to those shadow guards.

He weighed it, since Zhao Nuanzhou rescued him, then Zhao Nuanzhou's people would definitely not harm him, so he stood by Zhao Nuanzhou and hijacked Murong Chengshuang.

Seeing these two groups of people, the three people on the bed suddenly realized it, no wonder no one broke in when they were fighting in the room before, so it turned out that the attack outside did not know when!

"You thief!" Ying Yi took the lead in cursing, "Put down our master!"

Over there, a few guys from Zhaojiabao also spoke up, "Your master has done a lot of evil! You deserve it!"

Before the three people on the bed could make a move, the two groups of people were already at war!The fire in this small wing room was on the verge of breaking out.