The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

"I come?"

"Well, you come."

As Wu Zhi said, he brought the face wearing the silver mask closer to Fu Zhenhong, so that Fu Zhenhong could take off the mask on his face more easily.

At this moment, his dark pupils were full of depth, and there was a kind of pampering in his eyes looking at Fu Zhenhong. At a glance, there was a faint halo of gentleness.

Fu Zhenhong stretched out her hand, touched the mask on Wu Zhi's face with her fingertips, and then moved slowly to Wu Zhi's ear.

After taking off the mask, Wu Zhi's face was clearly reflected in his eyes.

Fu Zhenhong thought about Wu Zhi's face, it shouldn't be bad.

After all, he and Wu Song are brothers.

Wu Song's face was handsome and deep, and after the scars on Wu Zhi's face were removed, he must have a handsome face with a clear outline.

But now, looking at Wu Zhi's face, Fu Zhenhong realized that although Wu Zhi and Wu Song were brothers, their faces were actually of two types.

When Wu Zhi was wearing a mask, the shape of the exposed eyes was somewhat similar to Wu Song's.But when his complete face was revealed, the outline of his facial features was actually a kind of sharpness that was completely different from Wu Song's toughness.

Whether it's the eyebrows, the eyes, or the straight bridge of the nose and moderately thick lips, when combined on Wu Zhi's face, there is a kind of stern and profound.

However, it is also such a face. If the corners of the lips are slightly hooked, and the eyes are slightly raised with a smile, it will give people a sense of evil.

Seemingly contradictory but incomparably compatible.

Seeing the man sitting on the swing, Wu Zhi was quietly observing his face without speaking, so he couldn't help asking: "How?" There was a trace of subtle tension in the short words.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched his cheek, as if he was a little unsure whether he could satisfy the man in front of him.

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he took the time to ask back: "What kind of answer do you want to hear from me?"

Wu Zhi held Fu Zhenhong's hand, stared at him, and said very bluntly: "I want to hear you say you like it."

Fu Zhenhong nodded slightly: "I like it."

And his answer made Wu Zhi happy, he put his hand on his lips and kissed him lightly, and then let go.

Fu Zhenhong did not withdraw her hand, but came to the back of Wu Zhi's right eye above the brow bone.At this location, there is still an inconspicuous scar, about one centimeter long, which doesn't look hideous or ugly.

Wu Zhi held Fu Zhenhong's wrist and said slowly, "In a few days, this last scar will disappear."

"Is that so..." Fu Zhenhong replied in a low voice, then he lowered his eyes halfway, as if thinking about something.

Wu Zhi asked him: "What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes and looked at Wu Zhi with a half-smile, there was some deep meaning in her pupils.

Wu Zhi paused, "What do you want to say?"

Fu Zhenhong said, "I want to do something."

After finishing the words, he said again: "Looking at it now, the scars on your body should disappear very quickly."

Wu Zhi pursed his lips slightly, and did not speak, thinking about the meaning of what the man in front of him said suddenly.

Fu Zhenhong moved her wrist, signaling Wu Zhi to let go first.

Wu Zhi complied.

After Wu Zhi let go of his hand, Fu Zhenhong's fingers gradually moved down from the scar on Wu Zhi's brow bone, and her round and delicate fingertips slid across Wu Zhi's cheek, past Wu Zhi's chin, and finally came to Wu Zhi's face. planted at the neck.

He pressed Wu Zhi's Adam's apple with his fingertips, feeling Wu Zhi's Adam's apple rolling slightly due to the movement of his fingertips.

Fu Zhenhong said unhurriedly: "You probably haven't forgotten what you did to me before."

Wu Zhi lowered his eyes, hummed in a low voice, and his voice was very soft.

But it wasn't because he felt guilty when he remembered something, but because he was touched by Fu Zhenhong's fingertips, which made him feel a little emotional.

Fu Zhenhong chuckled, and asked inexplicably, "Did you have a good time that night when the Qinghe County ruined the temple?"

Blindfolded, painted flowers, silver needles, stained with blood.

In addition, there was the threat of a dagger on his neck.

Wu Zhi was silent.

It was also not surprising that Fu Zhenhong would know that he was the person that night.

Now, it would be strange if Pan Jinlian didn't know that he was the one who stunned him and Wu Song with the silver needle that night.

Right now, Wu Zhi faintly sensed that the man in front of him probably wanted to double what he did that night.

Wu Zhi held Fu Zhenhong's hand again, put it on his lips and kissed it, and then said in a low voice, "I will do whatever you want."

At this moment, the palm that he wrapped around Fu Zhen's red hand was even warmer than before.The scorching heat seeped out from the skin of his palm, and penetrated into Fu Zhenhong's hand little by little.

And his voice became a little hoarse.

In the deep voice, there was a kind of desire that spread silently.

Fu Zhenhong chuckled, and took out a dagger that Wu Zhi personally gave him when he left the inn from waiting for others.

His own original one was given to the little girl.

Wu Zhi let go of his hand, glanced at the dagger Fu Zhenhong was holding in the other hand, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to torture me?"

Fu Zhenhong asked back: "Do you think you can be pardoned?"

As Fu Zhenhong said, she drew out the dagger, and the blade instantly emitted a cold light.

Fu Zhenhong gently pressed the dagger blade on Wu Zhi's face, then slowly slid it down, and finally stopped on Wu Zhi's chin. Then, with a slight force, he drew a knife on Wu Zhi's chin. a wound.

Fu Zhenhong controlled the strength precisely, and the wound was very shallow, only about one centimeter.

Seeing the blood overflowing from Wu Zhi's wound, Fu Zhenhong sheathed the dagger and stretched out her hand to caress the wound.

His fingertips were white and delicate like jade, and his frosty skin formed a sharp contrast with the scarlet blood.

Just like what Wu Zhi did to him, Fu Zhenhong caressed Wu Zhi's lips with blood-stained hands, and then gently and slowly stroked the lips.

Wu Zhi's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a thirst welled up in his throat.The slight stabbing pain from the wound on his jaw was nothing worth mentioning to him.At this moment, he only felt that Pan Jinlian's hand rubbing against his lips was provoking his nerves and emotions.

Wu Zhi's gaze flickered, and his gaze towards Fu Zhenhong became deep and fiery.

Fu Zhenhong naturally felt Wu Zhi's emotional changes.

But at this moment, what he pays more attention to is Wu Zhi's blood-stained lips that are somewhat wicked and wanton.

Fu Zhenhong admired it for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and said with some regret: "Without red silk cloth, it can't cover your eyes."

Wu Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Are you really planning to give it all back to me?"

Fu Zhenhong replied very simply: "Naturally." After he finished speaking, he paused, and said again: "It's just that today, I can only choose a part and pay it back first."

Wu Zhi laughed suddenly when he heard the words.

He leaned forward, kissed Fu Zhenhong's lips, and then whispered into Fu Zhenhong's ear, "Then you have to implement them one by one." His tone was low, and there was something in his hoarse voice. A charming | suggestive.

After finishing this meaningful sentence, Wu Zhi didn't wait for Fu Zhenhong to answer, he hugged Fu Zhenhong's waist directly, then lifted Fu Zhenhong up, and then made the two pose together A reverse.

Now, Wu Zhi was sitting on the swing.

And Fu Zhenhong sat on Wu Zhi's lap.

Because of his posture, Fu Zhenhong's gaze was half a head higher than Wu Zhi's. He lowered his head, looked at Wu Zhi who was looking up at him, and smiled slightly: "Aren't you afraid that the swing will fall?"

Wu Zhi put one hand around Fu Zhenhong's waist, and with the other hand, brushed the strands of Fu Zhenhong's hair behind her ears.In the end, when she withdrew her hand, she easily pinched Fu Zhenhong's small and delicate earlobe.

"The swing is strong enough to bear you and me," he said.

After saying that, his hand came to the back of Fu Zhenhong's head, and then let Fu Zhenhong's forehead touch his own, and said in an extremely soft voice: "Even if you do something more egregious, it won't fall apart."

With the last sentence, Wu Zhi's voice became even lower.

Fu Zhenhong put her hands lightly on the sides of Wu Zhi's shoulders, and her legs naturally hung down on Wu Zhi's sides.

The distance between the two was very close, Fu Zhenhong stared at Wu Zhi for a moment, then he slowly kissed Wu Zhi's lips.In order to make it easier for Fu Zhenhong to kiss, Wu Zhi raised his chin slightly.

Wu Zhi's posture is submissive, but his kiss is as domineering as his true character inside.

Wu Zhi is like hot magma in the earth's crust.

On weekdays, the gray-black mud is calm, but once it flows out of the earth's crust, the calm appearance is broken, and what is displayed is an unforgettable emotion.

After the kiss was over, both Fu Zhenhong and Wu Zhi's breathing became a little short.

Fu Zhenhong lightly touched the scar on Wu Zhi's brow bone with her hand, with a kind of lazy and careless bewitchment.

At this time, Wu Zhi's breathing was disordered, and his eyes were fiery.

His eyes became as dark as the sky in the middle of the night, but in this deep blackness, the depths of his pupils reflected Fu Zhenhong's face extremely clearly.

In the backlight, Fu Zhenhong's flawless facial features are even more beautiful.

He looked at Wu Zhi with his pitch-black eyes half down, and his jet-black hair was a little messy, matching the complexion of his face, making him look alluring and glamorous.

Like a safflower growing from thorns, the petals are like blood, sharp and flamboyant, capturing the soul.

Wu Zhi saw this beauty in his eyes, and after a short rest, he was ready to kiss again.

However, just as Wu Zhi's lips were about to touch Fu Zhenhong's, Fu Zhenhong stopped her with her hand.Fu Zhenhong pressed the wound on Wu Zhi's jaw viciously, and said, "Why, do you really intend to be here?"

Wu Zhi smiled lightly, hugged Fu Zhenhong in his arms, and walked into their room all the way.

The door of the room was slowly closed, and the halo that shone into the room was also blocked outside.

Wu Zhi gently placed Fu Zhenhong on the bed, and followed him on the bed.

Wu Zhi put down the curtain of the bed, and bent down under Fu Zhenhong's sight.

The whole house was not lit.

Only faint light came in through the cracks in the windows.

In the dim environment, a purple curtain isolated the bed from the outside world.

Outside the curtain is silence.

Inside the curtain is full of sadness.