The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Wu Zhi hugged Fu Zhenhong on a wooden bench in the side hall. Before that, he had carefully swept away the dust on the wooden bench.

Looking at the man sitting on the stool, Wu Zhi lowered his dark eyes and caressed the man's hair on his cheeks. After a few seconds of caressing slowly, he finally let the man's hair fall down. Her hair brushed behind her ears.

Finally, Wu Zhi withdrew his hand, turned around and went to the back of the inner hall of the temple.He walked into the dark and bloody backyard, didn't even look at the four people who fell on the ground, but picked up a rope.

This rope was used by these four people to bind him, and now this rope will be of greater use.

Thinking of this, the corners of Wu Zhi's lips curled slightly, and he turned and left the backyard.

As for the four people on the ground who were overwhelmed, Wu Zhi didn't want their lives.He just made an opening on these four people, and then applied the medicinal powder on their wounds.

His special powder has never been practiced.

These four people are just right for training.

When these four people wake up from the coma, they will suffer from dementia, remember nothing but smile.Whether it is beating or scolding by others, or being cast aside and humiliated, he will only smile.

This is the punishment they deserve.

Wu Zhi took the rope and walked back to the side hall, then squatted down in front of Fu Zhenhong.He first held Fu Zhenhong's hand, kissed the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand, and then tied Fu Zhenhong's hands with a rope.

It was not tied tightly, but it was very complicated and not easy to untie.

After finishing all this, he raised his eyes to look at Fu Zhenhong's comatose sleeping face, and said softly, "I'm actually very happy that you can come to me, but..." His voice suddenly changed, A gloomy look flashed in his eyes: "But you just recognized the wrong person at the beginning."

"And your hand, when you untied my brother, was in contact with his hand for a long time." Wu Zhi said this, and sighed softly: "You should know, I don't want to see you Any contact, any... even the slightest touch, is not allowed..."

[Ah, little red man, he is sick! ]

[Didn't you already know? ]

[But he behaved quite normally before, not too out of line. ]

[Besides, knowing and seeing are two different things!Xiaohong, do you think there will be any punishment items in the future? I'm good...] Before the weak chicken system finished speaking, it was blocked by Fu Zhenhong.

Without the noise of the weak chicken system, Fu Zhenhong's ears were much clearer, and he focused all his attention on Wu Zhi in the consciousness space.

Aside from other things, he really wanted to see, this Wu Zhi blindfolded his eyes with a red ribbon, and tied his hands with a rope, what will happen next.

Just as Fu Zhenhong was thinking, the fingertips of this body suddenly felt a tingling pain.Because of the stinging pain, he slowly woke up from his lethargy.

The red ribbon covering his face covered his eyes and blocked his view.In the darkness in front of her eyes, Fu Zhenhong felt the cold aura pressing down from Wu Zhi's body.

He tried to move his hand, although he was able to move a part, but the rope around his wrist still restrained his movements.And his body was also a little weak and weak, and he couldn't exert much strength.

Since Wu Zhi wants to play this game, he will play with him.

Fu Zhenhong asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Wu Zhi took back the silver needle that woke Fu Zhenhong awake. Instead of answering Fu Zhenhong's question, he put his hand on the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand.

His eyes fell on the man's fingertips that had a few drops of blood overflowing from his needle prick, and he asked slowly, "Does it hurt?" Wu Zhi's voice was a little hoarse, and the specially changed timbre was the same as before. The voice Fu Zhenhong heard in the sea of ​​consciousness was completely different.

Fu Zhenhong was not surprised, since Wu Zhi covered his eyes with a red ribbon, it was naturally impossible to speak in his original voice.

but……

Wu Zhi messed with him twice with silver needles, Fu Zhenhong will settle with him sooner or later.Once to let him sleep, once to wake him up.He will play with him for the time being, and then find time to double ask for it back later.

"Does it hurt?" Seeing that Fu Zhenhong was silent, Wu Zhi asked again.

"Who are you?" Fu Zhenhong repeated the same words just now.

Hearing this, Wu Zhi chuckled, lowered his voice, and replied in an unclear manner: "I am the one who admires you." After speaking, he paused slightly, and then said: "I am also the one who punishes you."

In the end, before Fu Zhenhong could speak, Wu Zhi's fingertips came to Fu Zhenhong's bloody fingertips.He wiped off the scarlet blood, and then stroked Fu Zhenhong's lips with his blood-stained hands.

As if painting lipstick for Fu Zhenhong, gently and slowly spread it on Fu Zhenhong's lips.His movements are very slow and meticulous, and there is a kind of ambiguity and sadness in the slowness.

It wasn't until Fu Zhenhong's lips gradually turned bright red in his hands that he stopped in satisfaction and admired his masterpiece.

A red dress, a red ribbon, and... red lips...

From the time he woke up on the wedding night, Wu Zhi felt that his husband was very suitable for red clothes. This kind of color, which would look frivolous and gaudy if not well-dressed, looked glamorous on Pan Jinlian's body. Chunhua is scorching, glamorous and stunning.

Moo-sik likes the color.

Or to be more precise... I like Pan Jinlian wearing this color.

This beautiful red will make the man's complexion as white as snow.

In Wu Zhi's eyes, it would give him an urge to use his hands to massage that tender|white skin|skin until it glows thin|red.

Wu Zhi thought so in his heart, and he also took action in the next second.

He leaned forward, and the shadow of his body enveloped Fu Zhenhong who was sitting on the wooden bench.The cold and gloomy aura on her body also lingered in the air around Fu Zhenhong.

He gently stroked Fu Zhenhong's cheek with his fingertips, then slowly came to Fu Zhenhong's chin, pinched Fu Zhenhong's chin to make him lift his face slightly.

He wanted to see panic and bewilderment from Pan Jinlian's face, but to Wu Zhi's slight disappointment, his husband acted too calmly.

Even in such a disadvantaged environment, there was no trace of fear or panic.

Wu Zhi laughed suddenly, he was suddenly a little curious about how far he had to go to see Pan Jinlian change his face.

Fu Zhenhong said, "What are you laughing at..."

Before Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she felt her lips were covered with warm softness.

Wu Zhi half closed his eyelids, kissing those beautifully shaped lips.

He didn't poke in, but just covered it like this, rubbing gently with his lips|petals.

Fu Zhenhong wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but Wu Zhi's hands held his cheeks first, preventing him from escaping.

Fu Zhenhong didn't move, and let Wu Zhi rub against his lips.

But this time, Wu Zhi stopped instead.

Wu Zhi looked at Pan Jinlian's face that was so close to Chi Chi, it was obviously the same as the face in his previous life memory, but why did it give him a completely different feeling, making him feel almost Crazy exclusive|possessive desire.

Wu Zhi pursed his lips slightly, and the scent left between his lips and teeth made his throat a little itchy.His Adam's apple rolled, and his hand slowly reached the back of Fu Zhenhong's neck.

In the next second, it was like Fu Zhenhong kissing his chin before.

Wu Zhi also kissed Fu Zhenhong's chin, and lightly touched the small wound with his lower lip. The hot breath he exhaled also sprayed on Fu Zhenhong's skin.

Fu Zhenhong's lips were closed, and the eyelashes under the red ribbon trembled slightly.

Wu Zhi naturally didn't miss this scene, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

He put his lips close to Fu Zhenhong's ear, and said very softly: "Since you were forced to marry Wu Zhi, if I kill him, shouldn't you thank me?"

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak.

And his silence made Wu Zhi's eyes darken, and a shadow flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

Wu Zhi straightened up, walked behind Fu Zhenhong, and put his hands on Fu Zhenhong's shoulders: "If you don't speak, is it a default?" He said this sentence very slowly, and put it on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder His hand also used the strength to press down.

He seemed to be trying his best to restrain himself, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.

He was waiting for Pan Jinlian's answer.

If this answer dissatisfies him, he doesn't mind escalating the punishment.

While waiting, Wu Zhi withdrew his hand on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder, and then, a sharp dagger appeared in his hand.

Fu Zhenhong felt something hard and cold pressed against his neck.

Even if his eyes were blindfolded, it was not difficult for him to guess that this thing was an unsheathed dagger.

However, although the dagger was not out of its sheath, the chill it exuded was extremely cold. If ordinary people faced this situation, they would definitely have a chill down their spine.

Faced with such a threat, Fu Zhenhong suddenly laughed.Compared with this dagger, it was Wu Zhi's question that attracted Fu Zhenhong's attention: "You seem to care about this answer?" The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his voice was not in a hurry: "Why?"

Wu Zhi paused slightly, he hadn't expected that Pan Jinlian could still laugh at this moment, and still be so calm.But after thinking about it, Wu Zhi felt that this man should be like this.

This man didn't care that his life would be threatened, and his calmness and indifference made Wu Zhi even more curious about what kind of confidence made Pan Jinlian behave like this.

He pressed the front end of the dagger to the man's neck again, with a gentle and low tone: "You should answer my question."

Fu Zhenhong said: "I am Wu Zhi's husband, if you kill Wu Zhi, why should I thank you?" He asked back: "Because I was forced?"

Wu Zhi said: "Isn't this reason enough?"

Fu Zhenhong said, "I'm quite satisfied with my current life."

"Very satisfied?" Wu Zhi was stunned for a moment. Is this Pan Jinlian's real thought?His eyes flickered, and the dagger on Fu Zhenhong's neck subconsciously relaxed a little.

At this moment, even he himself didn't realize that the cold emotion in the depths of his eyes had gradually dissipated a lot in this simple answer.

Until he heard what Pan Jinlian said next——

"Wu Zhi's words are delicious, I like it very much."

Wu Zhi's hand holding the dagger froze, and his pupils shrank suddenly. At this moment, he almost forgot to pretend his voice: "Just because of this?"