"Hanyi, are you crazy?"
"Um... ah... ah... eh?"
There was only a low moan in his mouth. Han Yi looked at Zhongyuan with his eyes raised in a smile, but there were still a few traces of translucent water on his pale lips. Seeing this, Zhongyuan instantly released his palm. But Hanyi only cut the tip of his finger with the goose ling knife, then wiped the bright red blood on his lips and slowly licked it clean.
The blood that fell from his lips flowed down his chin to his neck, Han Yi tilted his head and put the geese on his thin shoulders, the scattered gray clothes hung down between his arms, and his scarred body was filled with All kinds of terrifying and ferocious marks were left by those ghosts just now, but they had a gorgeous beauty against his gloomy complexion.
The thousand-year-old battle seems to be still in front of him, but Zhongyuan, who has a complicated expression, seems to be unable to tell which one is the real Hanyi, because he has never seen the real face of this enemy before, and Hanyi has never seen the real face of this enemy. I won't show such a gesture in front of myself.
His previous disgust was true, but the strange desires that rose from the bottom of his heart seemed to be real at the moment. Thinking like this, Zhongyuan was trying to suppress the heat of his body, but when Yanling in Hanyi fell this time, he Still unable to stop it, and with the waist belt falling, Zhongyuan only saw Han Yi squinting and smiling gloomily, and then...
—It was like serving the sword of Jiejie just now and took Zhongyuan into his mouth.
"Cold clothes!"
Han Yi's mouth was holding the object under Zhongyuan's crotch, and that thing was terrifyingly hot, and it was the limit that it was barely crammed into his mouth.
After all, they are part of the same man, so teasing and fiddling with their tongues like this, wrapping them with the warmth of their mouths, and rubbing and rolling them with their tongue coating are not so difficult to grasp.
Compared with the cold majesty he served Jie Dao just now, the hideous living creature seems to be more attractive to the soul. The hot temperature makes Han Yi both fear and love, but when the tip of the tongue boldly sucks and licks the stab at the top hole. Han Yi still couldn't help but get up a little, then unbuttoned his belt and half-faded his trousers, and then clamped Zhongyuan's penis with his slightly closed thighs.
The cold body temperature is not inferior to the warm mouth. Hanyi's flesh is like a piece of cold jade, and the friction with the arrogant and sinister force has brought fire.
His legs are slender and powerful. Although he is good at using swords and has been injured for many years, he has a body that is strong and coveted.
At this moment, the expression on Zhongyuan's face was hidden behind the mask, and it was not real, but his straight back was extremely stiff. , and in the end is not the kind and bully Han Yijun, even in such a situation, he is not willing to suffer the slightest loss, because the goose ling knife that is lying across Zhongyuan's neck is the best proof.
The Yanling knife was pressed against Zhongyuan's neck, and the sharp edge of the knife had already drawn a fine line of blood. Hanyi undulating his body to enjoy the pleasure of his body, while looking at his prey with threatening and vigilant eyes from time to time, It's a pity that his prey is obviously unwilling to take the initiative to escape. On the contrary, this kind of vigilance and ferocity makes this love a bit of a ferocious fun.
"Yu Lan... fight with me again... ah... fight with me again..."
These words were murmured vaguely in their mouths. This was the obsession of Han Yi's heart for four thousand years. It was naturally blurted out at this time, but the words that seemed extremely vicious at that time became a plea for love. Hearing these words, Zhongyuan, who was stunned for a while, just wanted to find something to put into the mouth of the lunatic who was riding on his body, so that he would not be able to say another provocative swear word. it is good.
"Take your legs well... don't... don't let me hear your voice again."
The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a thin layer of sweat had begun to form on his forehead. It was also the first time for Zhongyuan to do such a cowardly thing with a knife on his neck. Naturally, his mood was complicated.
He meditated on the scriptures that were rooted in his mind, but the more he read it, the more his thoughts wandered, and just when his emotions were extremely complicated, Zhongyuan unexpectedly remembered some past events that even he himself almost forgot.
Probably one day a thousand years ago, the young god holding a sword found himself in front of him. He arrogantly and frivolously invited him to fight, but he destroyed his sword and humiliated his proud sword in the simplest way. Heart.
The broken blade and the young man's uncontrollable tears are nothing but memories that the naturally ruthless Zhongyuan cannot remember. If this matter ends here, Zhongyuan will never be able to care about the existence of such a defeated general. .
But some people always seem to be so hard to beat, just like the Ghost Head Festival at that time, and today's Hanyi, because even Zhongyuan himself can't figure out when he changed the position of Hanyi in his heart from incompetence. The loser has become a real opponent, and this transformation all comes from the tears of this dead-hearted evil who kneeled on the ground in frustration for countless times.
"Yu Lan! Fight with me again... Fight with me again!"
"Yu Lan... come again! How can I lose... "
... "Yu Lan... ah... Yu Lan... En..."
The hoarse moans came from the bottom of the abdomen one after another, but no man could easily refuse such a temptation. For a time, he didn't want to see Han Yi's shameless expression in disgust, and closed his eyes. But I couldn't stop thinking about it, and the most hateful thing was that it was obviously a physical vent without any emotional support, but Han Yi's mouth was chattering and screaming non-stop, as if...
- As if in his heart, the former Yu Lan, the current Zhongyuan is the lover that he can't wait to entrust with his soul.
"Yu Lan... ah... well... I want... I want..."
With an emotional call, Zhongyuan's earlobes, which were hidden behind his hair, were dyed red. Hanyi's groans and touches were like poison ivy entangled in his heart and couldn't break free, tying Zhongyuan's whole heart. I couldn't help trembling. In the alley outside, there were dirty and smelly corpses lying all over the place, but Hanyi was twisting wildly like a shameless ghost. Zhongyuan could not wait to teach Hanyi a lesson immediately. The next act was shameless and disgusting, but the palm of his hand trembled for a long time, but in the end it just landed on Han Yi's chin, and he blurted out a question with mixed emotions.
"Say, Hanyi, what do you want?"
The words fell, and Han Yi, who was forced to lift his chin, gave Zhongyuan a blank look. His mouth was red and white, and even his cheeks were stained with white burns. Zhongyuan's clothes were also scattered. For a moment, he regretted his words and deeds that he had just condoned and took advantage of the danger of others, but his guilt hadn't lasted for too long, and Hanyi, who had been shouting for a long time, finally spoke clearly, and the sentence was complete. .
"Yu Lan... I want... I want to... kill you... I must kill one day... kill you..."
The erotic Hanyi opened his mouth like this, his hatred for Zhongyuan was rooted in the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it, but it was more persistent than many people's unswerving love.
In the past, Zhongyuan often called him an evil ghost because he had never seen Hanyi's real face, but if he really looked into it carefully, Hanyi with an elegant name had the appearance of a gentleman like Mid-Autumn Festival or Chongyang. It's a pity that his mouth is always vicious, and he always says some disgusting words, and at this moment, Zhongyuan, who has heard the words, can't help but pause, and after a while, he suddenly let go of his hand, even with the anger just now. The enthusiastic emotions also faded from the body at once, and there is no trace left.
Han Yi's answer seemed to wake up Zhongyuan in an instant. His silent heart was cold, and he didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or hating Han Yi. After all, he was just an enemy who wanted to kill with his heart to another person, but he was not. It's a bit funny to have lost his mind before he knew it, and thinking about it like this, Zhongyuan looked at the person who was still delirious in front of him and completely lost his words.
After night and dawn, Han Yi will change back to the one that can never be nice to him.
Zhongyuan doesn't have so much patience and gentleness, as many Lishens who don't like him say, many times he is indeed a selfish and quite egoistic god.
That's why he would choose such a ruthless way to deal with the matter of Mr. New Year's Eve, so when dealing with Hanyi's hostility, he obviously could deal with it in other ways, but he always acted in such a tit-for-tat manner.
"You want to kill me?"
The indifferent tone was just like Zhongyuan-jun's usual aloof appearance. After saying this, he put his palm on the face of Han Yi, who was still confused, and then lifted his chin and branded an extremely vicious one. Kiss, Han Yi struggled weakly in confusion, and the last sentence he heard before being stunned by Zhongyuan was...
"Hanyi, you can't kill me, and you can never kill me in your life."