heavy fog

Shakes?

So this is not the name of a store? !

The Dark Parliament opened a candy store, and the Raymond Gayton Mecha opened a romantic nightclub—is the Deep Blue Kingdom really saved?

Wen Luan's black line couldn't get any worse, he suddenly turned over, pushed Cyrus off and pushed him onto the grass, and said aggressively: "So you brought me into that shop with evil intentions?"

"That's not it." Cyrus raised his hand calmly to hold Wen Luan's arm to prevent himself from being choked, "Your identity was unknown at the time, and you were bringing Seir with you. I definitely needed to find a safe place. Shaker Steining control of that store is certainly my best bet."

It sounds reasonable, but Wen Luan still couldn't help gritting his teeth.

"Then what? How do you explain that you found that the store has a good atmosphere, so you can experience the atmosphere of the nightclub by the way? Anyway, it is the property of the Deep Blue Kingdom, so you don't need to pay, and you can spend it with public funds?" Wen Luan became more and more angry.

"..."

The warm light cast dim shadows on the grass through the grove. Wen Luan, who suddenly felt a slight tingling in his ankle, quickly lowered his head, and found that the vines that had been wrapped around the stone bench were quietly extending over.

With a wave of his hand, the long vine turned into a white mist.

Green liquid oozed from the wrist of the severed vine, and dripped onto the tip of the grass. Wen Luan also smelled a unique smell of grass and trees, and his expression froze.

"you?"

Wen Luan's fingers gripped Cyrus' collar tightly: "When did you strengthen your dream?"

Dream monsters and tapirs sometimes encounter humans with particularly powerful spiritual domains. When encountering fierce resistance, dream monsters are used to building mazes in their dreams. After successfully breaking free from the weird and bizarre dreams and returning to reality, feeling the breeze and the real details of the environment, after relaxing with joy, he fell into the trap of the succubus completely.

Tapir is very familiar with the tricks of his old enemy.

The more real it is, the stronger the power the succubus releases here.

Cyrus looked at Wen Luan: "We need a quiet place to talk."

"What a joke!" Wen Luan snorted, "This pirate has already been knocked down by Seir with hypnotic gas, not to mention that he doesn't know what happened in his dream, even if he is stabbed now, he may not respond."

People often wake up and don't remember anything, that means they don't even have autonomy in their deep consciousness.

"No, not enough..." Cyrus whispered.

"Huh?" Wen Luan didn't hear clearly, and couldn't help getting closer.

Under the sun, the long golden hair shone faintly, Wen Luan squinted his eyes reflexively, while muttering about the reality of this kind of dream that can affect the tapir, what exactly Cyrus wanted to do with it.

"What if I want to do it?" Cyrus stroked Wen Luan's nape with his fingers, and his golden pupils looked deeply at his lover and old enemy.

Originally this movement was nothing, but their current bodies are completely constructed by power, and their essence is still nothingness, but because they belong to the same attribute, they can touch each other.

——The clothes on his body are the same as not having them.

At this moment, the gentle sliding of the fingers is more palpitating than any previous teasing.

"Enough!" Wen Luan grabbed Cyrus' finger with his backhand, "Don't try to change the subject!! You took me into the dense forest of Xia Ke's affair, and turned the official business into a private matter? Do you think you are about to die? Just find someone who is pleasing to the eye and happens to meet to experience the pleasure of desire?"

Damn it, Nightmare is such a scumbag!

"I thought you had seen enough of this in your dreams, so you can't help but experience it yourself?" Wen Luan sarcastically.

"I used to think so too." Cyrus scolded himself as if following Wen Luan's meaning.

"Humph."

Wen Luan didn't have time to say more sarcastic words when his arm was suddenly held and pressed to the top of his head.Cyrus bowed his head and looked directly into Wen Luan's dark eyes: "But you are fatally attractive to me."

"..."

How cunning to put an accent on the word fatal.

Wen Luan's face turned blue and then pale. Tapirs were indeed a fatal threat to the succubi, but the gap had been smoothed out by 2000 years.

The whirring sound of grass blades bending was close at hand, and the fog had a clear boundary, and the places beyond the edge disappeared, including the strange-looking building.

This intoxicating breath...

Safe, thick dreams.

When Wen Luan first came here, he could still feel the power of the succubus, the sharp and stinging tension, but now their auras are mixed together, and they have acquired a subtle fusion—the origin is simpler than the soul, and it can detect hostility or friendly.

Tapir probably never thought of this day.

The chef stopped running away, which is also a thing to be happy about.

Feeling inexplicably relaxed, Wen Luan simply lay down on the grass, curling someone's hair with the other hand, pulling a little harder, the blond hair turned into a white mist, did not disperse, and entangled in strands between his fingers.

——This feeling of playing with an old enemy in the palm of your hand!That's great!

Wen Luan asked lazily: "Your prey hasn't taken the bait yet?"

Cyrus glanced at Wen Luan with a strange look in his eyes.

"What?" Wen Luan was puzzled, the people of the Holy Glory Empire lurking in Gemini haven't caught Cyrus yet, he is waiting to see the result!

"They won't take action on the first night." The IQ of the Holy Empire has not yet reached the lower limit. They have already lost seven Iofel mechas, so they will definitely be careful enough this time.

Wen Luan squinted: "Aren't you afraid that they will attack other people from the Deep Blue Kingdom?"

"I have a lot of confidence in my 'lady'."

"..." Wen Luan thought of the strange-looking Asmodeus, and suddenly looked gloomy, "It seems that the King of Shadows is in the same room as you?"

"Yes." How could the Prime Minister of the Deep Blue Kingdom not live in the same suite as the "Madame".

"A bed?"

"Asmodeus is by the bed." The Mecha doesn't need to sleep.

Wen Luan then imagined the scene. If someone broke in by mistake, they would see wearing an amethyst necklace, and the elegant crimson pleated skirt dragged from the side of the bed to the floor. With a black veil hanging down from her neck, a black wide-brimmed poncho hat, and a feather fan with delicate hollow fan bones in her hand.With the performance dedication of the King of Shadows, he must maintain a perfect look even when no one is around.

This kind of "husband" is lying on the bed and can't wake up, but the "wife" is sitting by the bed in full clothes, and can only think of murder melodrama, okay?

"Haha." Wen Luan was overjoyed.

Cyrus didn't know what he was laughing at.

This is the advantage of being in the dream, no matter how hard you laugh, you won’t be out of breath, and you won’t cry from laughing, only the power tears the dream, and the sunlight becomes fragmented shadows.

The Dream Demon's strength surpassed Wen Luan's by a lot. Except for the light, the other scenes remained as they were.

The flow of shattered light changed, lining the clear side face, Wen Luan smiled and raised his head, and stopped involuntarily.

He finally let go of someone's hair and waved to Cyrus, who bowed his head without hesitation.

Wen Luan followed the long blond hair up to support Cyrus' side face, chasing the broken and flickering light and shadow to kiss the contours of Cyrus' eyes and the corners of his lips.

The movement was very light, only a slight touch of the lips.

The shaky sunlight gradually lit up after the tapir's power was neutralized.Just like the sun was covered by thick clouds just now, after the clouds cleared, the surroundings became bright again.

Wen Luan put one hand on the ground, and put the other hand down on the back of Cyrus' neck.

On the lips and fingertips, the familiar power of the succubus spreads—it is such a wonderful experience to stay quietly in his hands, just like the tapir withdrew all his strength when he met him in a dream for the first time, curious and excited. Tentatively waiting for the succubus to approach.

If he didn't tear open the dream and attack the other party, maybe...

Who knows maybe?

Wen Luan tilted his head unceremoniously, and licked Cyrus' cool lips, and soon got a response. They didn't need to open their mouths at all, they could exchange breath with each other.

Every slight touch of the source of power can fluctuate the soul.

——It was the person in front of me, only this person.

The shallow touch turned into a deep kiss, and it was like a tentative adventure, as if they couldn't wait to see how far the two original forces could merge.

It's different from the passion that can't be controlled twice in reality when you are distracted and infatuated.

In the realm of dreams, they are in charge of everything.

To maintain the authenticity of the body, the lips, teeth and soul are filled with the breath of the other party. At first it was the mist floating on the surface, but when it was wrapped tightly, it mixed with its own power. Although only a small part of it was fused, the feeling was also Very peculiar, but no repulsion occurred.

Unknowingly, in addition to the lips kissed deeply, the arms were also intertwined and hugged tightly, and she just lay down on the grass like this.

The vine with spikes and barbs shrunk silently when Wen Luan rolled onto it...

"Don't eat indiscriminately." Cyrus noticed, "You don't like the taste."

"Nonsense... But this thing is so sharp, you still want me to be poked in the back by it in the dream?" Wen Luan almost scratched the dream, let alone the grove of the Deep Blue Star Research Institute, is it necessary to be so realistic?There are even thorns!

"I like it when it rips your clothes."

"..."

Wen Luan no longer doubted that Asmodeus was a fact researched and fabricated by someone.

What kind of clothes do Nightmare and Tapir origin have? It all depends on whether you are willing to "wear" them.

As soon as Wen Luan turned over, he pressed on Cyrus threateningly, and with his palms close to him, he said threateningly: "I want to be on top!"

Cyrus stroked the back of Wen Luan's neck, but did not speak.

"Did you hear that?" Wen Luan maintained his advantage and deepened the kiss without restraint.

"it is good."

"You agree?" Wen Luan was a little surprised, neither Cyrus' temper nor the succubus' character should agree.

"Will you be happy if I say no?"

The mist dissipated over a large area, and the loose sleeves slowly disappeared from the wrists.

Wen Luan froze for a few seconds, and was immediately attracted by the charming scene under the mist, unable to look away.

When Cyrus was wearing clothes, it was hard to see his slightly broad shoulders and powerful limbs, his chest and abdomen were well-structured and smooth, and he deliberately held Wen Luan's palm, slowly stroking it from his collarbone, low With a smile, he said what the succubus and the tapir had said when they awakened on the dark blue star: 【Are you satisfied with what you saw? 】

Wen Luan has been teased a lot, and he is already used to thick-skinned and calmly replied: [I haven't seen it clearly yet. ] Then he continued to stretch his hand down calmly, holding the key parts, and kneading with his fingertips.

A strangled breath accentuated, as if Cyrus was taking a deep breath.

In the dream world, they exist according to their own wishes. If they want to do something and care about something, their sensitivity there is higher than in the real world - because there is no discomfort and pain.

Therefore, a scumbag like Wen Luan can also tease each other smoothly and proficiently.

It's not the skill of fondling that matters, it's the person doing it, and their willingness to get closer to each other so that power and reservation coexist seamlessly.

The warm wind, the grass blades slightly warmed by the sun, Cyrus closed his eyes, breathing heavily, letting Wen Luan move.

He almost concentrated his sensations on the lower part of his body held by Mo Shuo.

When Cyrus suddenly felt a familiar breath enveloping his sensitive front, he opened his eyes in surprise. Wen Luan was frowning. Beautiful waist and shoulders.

"What are you looking at?!" Wen Luan said angrily, "I'm afraid you'll just lie still down there, what if people from the Holy Radiance Empire break into the Twin Stars Guild Hall and Asmodeus can't wake you up?" ?”

"..."

Wen Luan said it harshly, in fact, he was just covering up the embarrassment that he couldn't find the right position, and he had no active experience!

The tunnel is only shallowly included, because this is a dreamland of whatever one wants, so there is no pain at all, and the fact that "intimate" contains someone makes his breath fluctuate violently.

Before Wen Luan had time to say anything else, the sudden pushing action made him fall back uncontrollably. This was more exciting than the two times he had actually experienced it!

"Yes, you're right." Cyrus hugged Wen Luan, slowed down his movements, and said in a low voice, "Your skills are too good. If you were on top, I would be so addicted that I couldn't return to reality."

These words are more flattering to Wen Luan's mood than any kind of sweet talk.

He snorted, and was about to laugh at the Nightmare, when he heard Cyrus continue: "...will want to stay here with you forever, in this unknown place, no one can defeat our domain , completely belong to our world!"