East China Sea dust

Bo Hong climbed up to the side of Zhang Qinglan's face bit by bit, her long and narrow phoenix eyes were half closed, and the smaller half of her face was buried in Ao Zhan's palm, staring at the quilt in a daze.

For the first time, Zhang Qinglan felt the feeling of being upset.

He did remember clearly the reason why he would stay by Ao Zhan's side even if he was stalking him.

It is said that the way of heaven is reincarnation, as long as the test love stone has not fully illuminated, one life is still used to pay off the debt.Therefore, no matter how Ao Zhan treats him, he will only, and can only be content with it.

The sudden progress was unexpected and even more reasonable.

He remembered the starry sky and three thousand bright lights in the phantom array, and he also remembered the affectionate night with red candles and phoenix crowns.

I remember ten miles of red makeup, that person was proud of the spring breeze... I also remembered the raging fire in the dome, the feeling of jumping was not much easier than suffocation.

Zhang Qinglan really didn't dare to covet that little credit.

Naturally, he would not be so arrogant that he could light up two patterns in one go on the Love Test Stone, which had not moved at all for two years, just by himself.

Maybe it's the effect of the ancient illusion array, like a dream, borrowing other people's life to appreciate those emotions that they never had before.

Such an experience must be more effective than the useless work he has done in the past two years.

Zhang Qinglan raised her hand unconsciously, and gently held Ao Zhan's fingertips. There was darkness in front of her eyes, and a momentary loss of consciousness flashed in her amber-like pupils.

The young man's eyelashes curled up, brushing against Ao Zhan's palm, causing a fine and gentle itch.

Ao Zhan was lying on his side beside Zhang Qinglan, feeling his fingertips touching him, and his mind moved slightly.

Under the dim and ambiguous warm light, the atmosphere easily became slow and sticky.

The shadow of the candle danced, and the man's hoarse and deep voice suddenly sounded, and there was even some sporadic patience and peace in his tone: "What? Can't sleep?"

Putting down the palm that blocked the young man's eyes, Ao Zhan stretched out his hand to hug Zhang Qinglan's too thin shoulder.

After seeing the reddish eye ends of the other party clearly, the man raised his eyebrows subtly.

Before Ao Zhan opened his mouth to say anything else, the young man who was just nestling in his arms suddenly exerted strength.

Zhang Qinglan held Ao Zhan's wrist with his backhand, and while the Dragon King was defenseless, he turned over and sat on the man's waist.

Putting her hands beside Ao Zhan's ears, Zhang Qinglan looked down at him.

It is indeed a face with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a face that is unmistakably handsome.

Facing Ao Zhan's scrutinizing and surprised gaze, Zhang Qinglan leaned forward, closed her eyes, and gently traced the outline of that person's appearance with her dry lips at the corners of the other's mouth and ears.

The long black hair slid down from the back one after another, falling on the fingertips of the two people intertwined.

Zhang Qinglan raised the corners of her eyes, regardless of Ao Zhan's reaction, almost piously, the tip of her tongue outlined the other's cold lips.

He thought there must be something missing.

As for what's missing...it's probably that for an arrogant and arrogant person like Ao Zhan, even if there is a slight change in his body, he should still be equally dazzling, leaving only room for others to look up to him.

Instead of being as silent as now, so shallow that it is almost mediocre.

If it wasn't for Ao Zhan's chance to touch the black spar, maybe until now, Zhang Qinglan would not be able to notice that the dark patterns of worry and thinking have been lit up.

Zhang Qinglan's straight eyebrows frowned, before she had time to restrain her emotions, there was a little confusion in her expression.

The long hair on the sideburns fell on the side of the man's face, raising a light itch.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, lying on Ao Zhan's chest, licking the man's warm lower lip thoughtfully.

Before Zhang Qinglan had time to pry open the man's teeth, Ao Zhan held his waist with one hand and pulled down the back of his neck——

He has no strength, let alone the slightest desire/desire to resist.

So almost in an instant, the two people switched positions.

Ao Zhan lowered his eyes, condescendingly looking down at the young man with watery eyes, his eyes were deep.

He stretched out his hand, and rubbed his rough fingertips on the corner of the young man's lips where the silver thread was hanging. He spoke in a cheerful and harsh tone, and easily concluded: "As expected, I don't want to sleep."

"Forget it." Ao Zhan squeezed Zhang Qinglan's chin slightly, making people have to look up at him.

Deliberately ignoring Zhang Qinglan's panting, Ao Zhan looked at the infatuation in the young man's expression with satisfaction, and sucked away the tears that were about to roll from the end of the other's eyes: "I have a lot of appetite."

"I... um..." Zhang Qinglan subconsciously opened her mouth to explain something, but her lips were sealed with a deep kiss.

Ao Zhan snapped his fingers after stripping off the complicated and delicate clothes on the man below.

Immediately, the floor lanterns outside the curtain went out.

Without the lighting of the candles, the bedroom fell into a large piece of chaotic darkness in an instant.

"In that case." Feeling the softness and slipperiness under the palm of his hand, the man's voice became hoarse and rough with passion/desire: "I'll give it to you."

The bright moon hangs high.

A charming room.

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At noon on the second day, Ao Zhan was woken up by the commotion outside the bedroom door.

The two of them entangled until the middle of the night before they could barely fall asleep. When Ao Zhan opened his eyes again, all the silk brocade quilts on the pavement had been rolled up by Zhang Qinglan and rolled towards the corner of the bed on the other side.

The majestic Dragon King of the East China Sea ended up naked, openly exposed to the bright white sunlight.

Ao Zhan half sat up with a dark face, looking towards the corner of the bed with unkind eyes.

What I saw was the small half of Zhang Qinglan's face buried under the brocade quilt, with a peaceful sleeping face, long and thick eyelashes curled up, and a small light black shadow spread across the eyelids.

There is still a thin blush on the cheeks, and she looks very cute.

Ao Zhan raised his brows slightly, his face paled.

At this time, the noisy voices of the servants and maids outside the door came in through the thin layer of door panels. Although they deliberately lowered their voices, they were still chattering together, as if they were arguing over who would come to knock on the door, Wake up the two people in the house.

Ao Zhan usually has a lot of prestige in the palace, if it is common sense, this group of small fish and shrimp must not dare to be so presumptuous.

Ao Zhan has always been keen, aware of the abnormality, and quickly suppressed the displeasure in his heart, turned over and got out of bed.

He casually tore off a black crocodile robe from a hanger beside him and put it on his body. The tall man walked out in three or two steps with traces of his half body, but he bypassed the mahogany screen in an instant and pulled the bedroom open. the gate.

A man with a gloomy face suddenly appeared behind the door, and the maids and servants gathered together gasped.

Ao Zhan folded his arms, and stood leisurely behind the door, his clothes folded and opened wide, revealing a patch of wheat-colored skin, with ambiguous hickey marks on his neck and shoulders.

Everyone stared blankly, and even slowed down their movements of pushing and resisting.

Ao Zhan waited impatiently, pinched the center of his eyebrows, and grabbed a sea urchin, his eyes were gloomy and fierce: "What happened?"

Immediately, the sea urchin spirit was pushed out by a few people behind him, looked at the Dragon King and said tremblingly: "Wang, Steward Wang asked us to inform you that it was the flower demon in the water prison. This morning, Xiao Xiao Xiao...disappeared! "

As soon as the servant's words fell, he saw Ao Zhan's expression change, and the pressure around him suddenly rose.

After a short while, I saw a few mussels and sea urchins falling down from the ground.

The door of the bedroom was closed tightly, and several layers of golden light were placed on top of it, but the place where Ao Zhan was originally was already empty.

……

The dungeon door opened again.

But overnight, it was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the damp smell of sea water, and it became particularly unpleasant.

With a cold face, Ao Zhan walked extremely quickly along the stairs, step by step. The might of the real dragon became more and more intense with the passage of time, as if he was going to burst the water prison before he could stop.

When I got down to the bottom of the prison, I found that there was a soldier guarding the place where I entered.

Most of these guards were personal guards who had followed Ao Zhan all the way from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Although their spiritual strength was not at the peak, it was more than enough to monitor an ordinary Begonia Flower Demon.

Now the ground is full of blood and limbs, and the armor and equipment of the soldiers are scattered all over the place, in a panic.

Steward Wang has been waiting for a long time, but now seeing Ao Zhan rushing forward, the soles of his feet slipped, and he was so anxious that he almost fell to the ground.

"Master," the butler said with a bloodless old face, trembling lips, "I came to check the dungeon on a routine basis before half a stick of incense, and found that there was no one guarding the gate."

"It wasn't until I realized something was wrong and ordered someone to use the spare key to unlock the prison door, only to find that the situation inside was already like this."

Ao Zhan frowned tightly and remained silent.However, the fundus of his eyes had already turned dark, and his expression was cold and stern.

He squatted down/body, stretched out his right hand, his fingertips were stained with dry dark blood on the blue brick surface, twisted a few times, and said in a deep voice: "This morning, is there any change in the water prison?"

When Steward Wang heard Ao Zhan's question, he immediately shook his head: "I patrolled all night, and this morning, I didn't find anything unusual."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden violent coughing sound from the corner.

Immediately, two soldiers came out from the shadow at the southwest corner, with the arms of a thin young man on their shoulders, and came to Ao Zhan.

I saw that young man's face was like a disc, white and round, but his head was slightly pointed, flat and broad.His whole body was covered in blood, but fortunately there were no serious injuries.

Probably because of excessive fright, the young man looked dying, and fell on the soldiers beside him, his lips were pale, and he could hardly maintain his appearance of transformation.

Steward Wang recognized him as the clam spirit who came to the prison to deliver food this morning, and his heart was filled with emotion.

When clam spirits encounter danger, they often rely on suspended animation, and if their luck is good enough, they can escape unharmed.

With Ao Zhan's tacit approval, the butler immediately stepped forward and supported the boy's precarious figure.

Pinching a finger to cross a stream of pure spiritual energy, Steward Wang hurriedly asked, "Son, what happened in the dungeon?"

After receiving the spirit energy to renew his life, the clam spirit was finally able to cheer up and barely speak.

The round-faced young man with blood stains on his body knelt on the ground, looked up at Ao Zhan with a gloomy expression, and intermittently described what happened in the dungeon this morning.