Jinghong knife

"My lord, my lord?"

Qing Ming's whole body shook, he took a breath, and looked at Chu Hanyang in disbelief.

Chu Hanyang pursed his lips and snorted, exerted a little force on his hands, and started to move, which made Qingming take a breath of air. He moved his waist lightly, silently urging Qingming.

Qing Ming stared at him for a few seconds, and finally, the string in his mind was completely broken, and he kissed him fiercely, different from the gentle and considerate just now, but more eager and longing.

Chu Hanyang was pressed down by him, kissed and rubbed vigorously, and was almost crumpled into a ball by him and stuffed into his arms.

Qingming's kiss landed on him, with a slight tingling pain, which made him frown, but the valley between his brows became more intense.

After all, Chu Hanyang is not a woman. Compared with a completely gentle touch, a little aggressive stimulation and pain make him feel more.

Chu Hanyang let out a low snort, his whole body became hotter and hotter, and Gu Qianwang became even more vigorous. He is a man, once his reason burns up, there is no lower limit.

He eagerly entwined with Qing Ming, breathing in a disorderly manner, Qing Ming's leg was squeezed between his legs, and they kept rubbing against each other, which made Chu Hanyang almost go crazy with patience.

The room was full of spring, and the temperature was getting hotter and hotter. The two threw the quilt aside and kneaded into a ball and kissed each other, each with one hand moving quickly.

Chu Hanyang's other hand weakly grasped the bed sheet, while Qing Ming's other hand uncontrollably stroked Chu Hanyang's slender waist, causing Chu Hanyang to tremble again and again.

Chu Hanyang's phoenix eyes were reddish, rippling, and his brows were slightly furrowed. Finally, he let out a muffled snort, raised his head suddenly, and his jaw drew a beautiful arc in the air.

He bit the side of Qing Ming's neck fiercely, sucked it uncontrollably, leaving a gorgeous mark, and at the same time clenched his hands uncontrollably, and finally his eyes slipped down on the bed in a daze, and kept lightly Trembling.

Being stimulated by him like this, Qing Ming couldn't help shaking her body, gasped, handed over her things, and fell on Chu Hanyang's body.

Immediately, the room was filled with a thick musky smell.

Chu Hanyang's heart was beating like thunder, and the experience he had never had before made his mind roar continuously. He felt that Qing Ming was a little heavy on him, but he didn't have the strength to push it away, nor did he really want to push it away.

After a while, Qing Ming took a clean cloth towel from the bed, cleaned up the mess on the two of them, then lay down again, hugged Chu Hanyang tightly in his arms, and kissed his forehead.

Chu Hanyang half-closed his eyes, leaned in his arms, wanted to say something, but finally couldn't resist the layers of tiredness in his mind and fell into a deep sleep.

Qing Ming looked at his sleeping state tenderly, for a long time, reluctant to look away, finally kissed Chu Hanyang's face lightly, and then closed his eyes contentedly holding him.

This... is enough, he has no regrets in this life.

The ring hadn't been withdrawn yet, and the competition was still going on, but everyone found that Qing Ming's moves seemed to have changed again.

Compared with the sharpness and life-threatening moves in the past, it seems that he suddenly became calm overnight, the sharpness has not been lost, but it is hidden in the dark, the whole person seems to have been washed away, returning to the original, every move and every move. Faintly has a taste of its own.

Contest No. 20 Seven days later, Dusheng taught the ghost boy to come, but lost in twenty strokes.

During the eight days of the No.20 competition, Ouyang Wufeng, the Sword Immortal of Jinguang Pavilion, came here admiringly, and lost in thirty strokes.

Competition No. 20 Jiutian, Zhou Shuang, the elder of Tatian Palace, came to ask for advice, but lost fifty strokes.

If the previous ones were just some top-ranked masters in the Jianghu, then those who came in the last few days were all those who were close to the top of the Jianghu martial arts.

On the last day, among the people who came, among the top [-] on the master list, except for Chu Hanyang, who was said to have snatched the first place from Chu Hentian, only the second-ranked Reborn Sword Xiao Chenhe The third ranked Linglong Shouyu Wuchen hasn't shown up yet.

On the last day, Qing Ming stood on the ring, holding a photo in his hand, caressed by the breeze, his clothes fluttering, waiting quietly.

After a long time, no one dared to step into the arena again, but he was not in a hurry, he just stood there quietly, his breath was steady and long, and his eyes were deep and calm.

Suddenly, Qingming's eyes moved, and a long sword came through the air, and fell in front of him with a whoosh, and penetrated deeply into the ground. Qingming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked forward seriously.

I saw a series of afterimages of a person like a ghost, with a Shura mask covering his face, which made people feel horrified without seeing it.

His arrival not only made no sound, but no one even noticed it. When they looked at the ring again, people were surprised to find that there was an extra figure on the stage at some time.

"Lord Xiao." Qing Ming stared slightly, clasped his fists with both hands, and saluted.

He recognized this mask, but he didn't expect that the host of the killer, that is, the sword of death, Xiao Chen, would come in person.

Xiao Chen didn't speak but nodded. He took a deep look at Qingming, his eyes were a little strange, and finally said with a suppressed voice: "Long time no see. You have improved a lot."

Qingming's eyes shrank slightly, he was once the lonely shadow of Shalou, but he was recognized by the other party unexpectedly.

Qing Ming nodded without panicking, but he was a little unsure whether this person also knew the identity of the Lord.

Xiao Chen looked at the knife in his hand, his eyes flickered, and he said lightly: "He gave this thing to you. He trusts you very much."

The people in the audience were at a loss. It seems that Qing Ming, the guard of Jue Dao Valley, is an old acquaintance with Xiao Chen, the owner of the Killing Building?But who gave him what?

They didn't understand, but Qingming understood Xiao Chen's meaning at once, and he said in a deep voice: "I will never betray him."

Xiao Chen nodded again, his eyes swept across the audience indifferently, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Really. Come today, I won't fight with you, I can't break his knife, so I also Can't break yours.

I can give you this second position.However, with your current strength and reputation, you can stand alone and become a leader in the martial arts, so why chase after him and not let go between you is inappropriate. "

Hearing the words, Qing Ming's eyes turned cold and his face became extremely ugly. Even though so many people challenged him before, his expression didn't change a bit, but Xiao Chen's two words made his face turn cold all of a sudden. .

"It has nothing to do with you." It was the first time Qing Ming spoke to someone so rudely.

Xiao Chen smiled again, not taking it seriously, but his words became more and more sharp.

"With your ability, it's not difficult to marry a wife and have children, and become famous. Isn't it good to start a family? I'm reminding you, don't ruin yourself, and don't drag him down. After all, he will always marry a wife sooner or later childbearing."

No matter how calm Qing Ming's temper was, he couldn't help but ignite raging anger when he heard this. The other party's words directly touched the aspect that he didn't want to think about and didn't want to face.

He raised the knife in his hand, hummed and said in a cold voice: "I am inseparable from him, I belong to him, and he is also mine, don't bother you! Make a move! I don't need you to let me make a move!" ! I let you lose heartily!"

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, a smile flashed across his eyes, he looked at the angry Qing Ming, glanced at a part of the stage with a half-smile, and finally waved his hand.

"Xiao said, if I don't fight with you today, I really can't fight. I hope you can always remember what you said today, and you won't regret it."

He floated away without turning his head when he spoke, and Qing Ming, who was still standing there with lingering anger, clenched his fists and held back the anger in his stomach.

A great battle ended without a problem like this, however, the second place in the list of Jianghu masters still fell on Qing Ming's head.

But he just cupped his hands towards the people in the audience, then turned and left, because of what Xiao Chen said just now, when Qing Ming left, his face was still icy, and everyone he saw kept away, not daring to approach , for fear of hitting the mold.

The month-long arena competition came to an end like this, everyone discussed for a while and then dispersed, Qing Ming walked towards the place where he tethered his horse with a face full of coldness, thinking about what Xiao Chen said just now.

When he thought that Chu Hanyang might marry a wife and have children in the future, he couldn't help feeling a sense of tyranny in his heart.

No, he didn't want Chu Hanyang to find another woman to live his whole life.

Clearly knowing that such thinking is wrong, clearly knowing that he just wanted to stay silently by Chu Hanyang's side for the rest of his life, but when he thought that Chu Hanyang would fall asleep with another woman in his arms at night, Qing Ming felt extremely painful and unwilling .

Now he doesn't want to see other people's shadows in Chu Hanyang's eyes.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, a piercing sound came from a high place.

Qing Ming's eyes turned cold, and he stretched out his hand to grab the flying object, and opened his palm to see, but it was an exquisite and translucent bead, which was amber in color, but its material could not be seen.

"What are you thinking, you look like you're going to kill someone." A cold voice came lazily from a tall and dense tree in front of Qing Ming's right.

Hearing this voice, Qing Ming's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of surprise, and the gloom in his eyes was swept away.

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