Blade of Wind

"Then? Nothing then." He smiled again, and said, "I want a country, and the Sixth Wife let me get it. Wei Tuan threw me the household registration that records the lives and deaths of millions of people, and I picked it up .This is God's will."

I looked at him, blinked, completely incomprehensible.

Shang Long took my hand, slowly brought it to his lips and kissed it. "It's God's will that you worry about this kind of problem. It's God's will that you are here."

Everything he said was too abstract and stream-conscious for me to understand, but the touch of his lips couldn't be more real.

I withdrew my hand a little bit annoyed, and frowned, "According to what you say, everything is God's will. God let me sit on the jade throne of Fangguo. Why is there still a rebellion?"

"But that's why the rebellion was quelled, isn't it?" Shang Long said, "After all, most of the sergeants just obey orders, and it's always only a small group of people who stir up troubles."

"Since the king was chosen by God's will, they should know better than me. Even if they kill me, they can't be King Fang. Why would they do such a thing?"

"Of course it's benefits." Shang Long looked at me like a primary school student, "They can't sit on the Jade Throne by themselves, but whoever sits on the Jade Throne will have a great influence on them."

For the past ten years or so, Fangguo has been calling itself the "Yin Dynasty of the Moon", but it is hard to say that not everyone is really "waiting for the dawn".Not to mention Yuexi himself, anyone who is used to living at night and doesn't want to see the sun can probably provoke these things.

Kunlin is still on trial, but I don't hold out much hope that anything will come out of the trial.

Anyway, in the final analysis, it is indeed just those two words that Shang Long said - "interest".

The official position with great power, the immortal status of immortality, the gorgeous and extravagant wealth... Any slight wavering will make these people take risks, right?

Therefore, I just slept in the court meeting before, and simply ignored it, but I was able to live in peace.Once I started to move, people naturally felt that I would sway their interests.

I actually had to ask such a simple question, no wonder Shang Long looked at me like that.

I was a little frustrated, let out a long sigh, and leaned back on the table again. "I'm so stupid."

Shang Long laughed, reached out his hand again, and rubbed my head, "You are very interesting."

This time I didn't brush his hand away, but turned my head to look at him: "Anyway, you are just waiting to see my excitement?"

"Little Jie, you've wronged me for saying that." Shang Long touched my face, "I've been busy working on your affairs these days."

"Is it about demons?" I raised my spirits, "What did you ask?"

But he curled the corner of his mouth in a nasty manner, "You can't listen to the news for nothing."

I curled my lips, "Before you became king, you were in business, right?"

"No," Shang Long denied solemnly, "a libertine."

I laughed out loud. "You really know yourself, Mr. Libertine. So, what do you want?"

"What do you think?" His fingers gently stroked my cheeks, his voice was soft and full of provocation.

I sighed and pulled his hand down, "Master Shang Long, you are really biased."

"Huh?" He didn't move, but asked with a strong nasal voice, "Why do you say that?"

"When you helped Yangzi back then, you never heard of such an excessive request?"

"Yangzi..." Shang Long laughed, "What's the comparison? Although that child's earnest and troubled look sometimes makes people feel a little uneasy, but..." His hand was still crushed. I pulled, just turned my fingers slightly, and scratched the palm of my hand lightly.A numb feeling came over like an electric current, as if even my heart had been scratched, itching uncomfortably.

I couldn't help frowning again.

"Seeing you with such an expression will only make me want to bully you in an adult way..." Shang Long moved closer to my ear, blew lightly, and lowered his voice in a casual and lazy tone, but But it's sexy as hell.

This man was as much a rascal as he said he was.The tricks in Huanchang are really incomparably skillful, as long as he has the heart, any action can be ambiguous enough to make people blush and heartbeat.Even if this kind of words were said by him, there seemed to be a fatal temptation.

At that moment, I was indeed seduced.

I sat there, blushing slightly, although I frowned, it seemed that I had been hit by a bone-like palm, and all the strength in my body disappeared without a trace. exit.She could only pursed her lips and squinted at him.

But this glance seemed to give him tacit approval and encouragement, Shang Long stretched out his arms and hugged me, and kissed my lips.The tongue was like a spirit snake, it sneaked into my mouth cunningly and nimbly, entangled wantonly, and pulled out a bright silver thread when it left, dripping on my chin.

My face felt hot, I turned away embarrassedly, and raised my hand to wipe it off, but Shang Long grabbed my wrist.

He stuck out his tongue again and licked lightly.His dark eyes were covered with a layer of lust (the river crab is mighty!), and even his breathing became heavy.

I just felt my body tense, and subconsciously flashed back, "Shang Long, wait a minute..."

"What are you waiting for?" Shang Long leaned against my neck and murmured, his hands already inserted into my lapel.

The rough touch of the man's wide palm against the skin is very comfortable. The palm is warm and the strength is appropriate. It seems that something has been comforted, and something has been awakened...

Suddenly, he remembered the last time he was caressed by a man like this.

How long?

In the background of the flames of war and the sound of cannons, they stalked him willfully for no reason...

It's like knowing it's the last time...

My body trembled instinctively, and my heart ached. I moaned softly, and pressed his hand, "No, don't..."

Before I finished speaking, Shang Long stopped by himself.

Of course, not because of my words.

He looked up at me with a hint of heartache in his eyes, and the hand still stretched out under my shirt became more gentle.

He touched my scar.

Originally, the wound was almost healed, and I didn't wrap the bandages again, but the blood scabs in several relatively serious wounds have not fallen off, and the touch is naturally different from other places.

Shang Long was silent for a while, and the touching (river crab mighty!) lustful touch turned into a tentative soft touch.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

I shook my head, and simply opened the skirt generously for him to see.

Shang Long's fingertips stroked my scar little by little, then lowered his head, sighed, and kissed lightly on the ugly scar on my right chest.