Strategy to Attack the System

Chapter 71: The devil against the sky 14

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The main hall of the former leader has been destroyed, but when walking on the dark steps, he can still smell the dry and strong smell of blood seeping from the gaps. Even though Han Li has become a demon cultivator, he still can't adapt to it. This majestic killing atmosphere.

And when he thought that the bloodthirsty and cruel leader had been killed by his own son, Han Li really didn't know whether he should be thankful for the world or feel sympathy for the betrayed father.

After hurriedly walking to the entrance of the deep palace, the Moxiu guards on both sides respectfully gave way to him when they saw him. Han Li frowned fiercely, and walked past them in silence.

As the new leader, Yuan Chen didn't embarrass him because he was Senior Brother Jiang Fu, and even gave him a high status, but this would only remind Han Li that he was already a demon cultivator who couldn't help himself. Avoiding the facts, so that the heart feels like a knife, and life is worse than death.

The sudden ups and downs of complex emotions were suppressed by Han Lisheng. He walked through the empty hall and walked along the dark corridor into the inner hall where Yuan Chen lived.

Yuan Chen didn't like to be served, so except for the magic guard at the door, there was no one in his palace. It was quiet and silent. The strong smell of blood and the dark colors outlined a gloomy and terrifying scene, which made people feel creepy.

Han Li forced his courage to continue walking towards the inner hall, and subconsciously clenched the Star Sword in his hand, as if he could draw some kind of reassuring power from the cold sword.

He and Han Yu were twins, and even the weapons they were given when they broke through the Foundation Establishment Stage were also twins.

Han Yu and Han Li, Tianyue Sword and Tianxing Sword have always been inseparable.

There was a dull pain in his heart, he didn't dare to continue thinking, stopped at the door of the inner hall and knocked.

"Master."

After a while, the door creaked open, and Han Li pushed the door open and entered.

In the inner hall, only a few lamps were lit, and no one could be seen in the faint, blurred scene, and the door of the inner room was tightly closed.

Han Li didn't dare to wander around without permission, so he had to stand in the middle of the outer room and wait for Yuan Chen to come out.

Whether he is a cultivator or a demon cultivator, Han Li's cultivation has always been above the middle level, and his perception is extremely keen. What's more, the palace is completely silent, so the voice from the inner room separated by the thin door panel is clear into his ears.

He naturally understood what it was. When he was in love with Han Yuhuan, he couldn't help but make such suppressed noises.

It's just that the gasping sound heard now is mixed with more forbearance and embarrassment, and the sobbing cry is thin and weak, like a folded flower strip that has been crushed and kneaded vigorously, revealing a weak charm, thrilling.

Han Li listened stiffly for a while, and then the sound gradually died down, and then Yuan Chen came out from the inner room.

He was only lazily wrapped in a robe, and the loose belt revealed a strong and strong chest, which was covered with ambiguous scratches.

Han Li hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look any further, thinking of Jiang Fu with complicated emotions.

He knew that Jiang Fu was in love with Yuan Chen, but Yuan Chen was not only the unforgivable demon cultivator, but also had fun with others behind Jiang Fu's back. Jiang Fu might be so sad if he knew.

He endured it, and finally couldn't help asking after the report was over.

"Master, you... will you go back?"

Yuan Chen, who was about to go back to the inner room, gave him a strange look, and then sneered.

"Why should I go back?"

As the footsteps faded away, the door in front of Han Li closed again.

He stared blankly at the inner room that covered the whole room, and suddenly felt a strong urge to go back.

How sad Jiang Fu would be if he lost Yuan Chen, and how sad Han Yu would be if he lost him.

A dark red bed curtain as thin as a cicada's wings hangs down from the inlaid gold hook hanging from the ceiling, and the tassels adorned with it sway when it is lifted, revealing the beautiful prisoner who cannot move on the huge bed.

The hanging soft red silk is tied to the hands behind the back. In order to maintain balance, the upper body that has to be straightened up bends a reverie and graceful arc. The loose white robe on the body reveals the white and delicate skin. His long hair fell like a waterfall, but the hair on his sideburns was soaked in sweat and stuck to his cheeks.

As if he heard Yuan Chen's footsteps coming, the person blindfolded by the tulle gauze looked in his direction in confusion, with wet lips and teeth struggling to utter a helpless plea.

"Yuan Yuan, please let me go."

Yuan Chen's hand rested on the back of his neck, and his thumb rested on his chin, forcing the shivering man into a harmless sacrifice-like posture.

He lowered his head and kissed his sweet red lips intently.

After a long while, Jiang Fu gasped violently as if he was suffocating, his whole body was limp and weak, and his legs, which he couldn't even kneel on, kept sliding down, and the secret pain caused by the restrained soft red silk forced him to support himself with all his strength.

Yuan Chen held him in his arms, lowered his head to touch his red knee, and sighed with pity.

"Pitiful."

The red gauze covering the eyes was soaked with tears, and even if I opened my eyes and tried to distinguish, I could only see a dim outline that was not very clear, showing a charming smell against the red gauze.

Jiang Fuyi sobbed softly in his arms, his whole body was covered with soft water, like a plump peach being squeezed out of all the sweet juice, it was sweet and fragrant, full of saliva.

Yuan Chen carelessly fiddled with his wet hair, and said softly.

"Your senior brother doesn't seem to know about your coming to my place as a guest, do you want to meet him?"

Jiang Fu in his arms suddenly struggled, like a kitten pinched by the back of its neck, begging for mercy in a panic.

"No, no, I don't want to see him...."

His reaction was too strong, Yuan Chen had to tighten his arms and hug him to comfort him for a while, only to see him slowly calm down again.

"Okay, since you don't want to see him for the time being, I'll send him out on errands."

Jiang Fu's eyelashes trembled, and then slowly drooped down.

Yuan Chen talked to himself for a while, feeling a little bored, so he untied the red veil covering his eyes, and the falling red veil revealed a pair of radiant glass-colored eyes, filled with watery tears , looks beautiful and pathetic.

Jiang Fu didn't expect his sudden movement. After staring blankly at him for a while, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

"My hands hurt too, can you stop tying me up?"

Yuan Chen stared at him for a while before speaking.

"Kiss me once, and I promise you."

Jiang Fu hesitantly leaned over and kissed him, and Yuan Chen untied the red silk as he said, and Jiang Fu's wrist was strangled with two marks, which were particularly conspicuous on the white and greasy skin, full of energy that could be seen in an instant. Suddenly aroused the cruel ambiguity in my heart.

Yuan Chen held his wrist, licking the redness piously and earnestly, with an extremely gentle expression on his face.

Jiang Fu hissed, shrank subconsciously, and then saw Yuan Chen look up at him.

He didn't dare to move at once, and obediently crouched in Yuan Chen's arms.

Because Yuan Chen was heartbroken by his ruthlessness before, even though Jiang Fu showed moving guilt and earnestness after knowing that he was Tieniu, Yuan Chen didn't believe it at all.

The derivation of the inner demon has long clearly made him remember the deep-rooted principle-only the strongest can plunder the prey he wants.

And no matter how cunning and deceitful the prey is, he will never soften his heart again. He is not the internal affairs disciple Tieniu who hid in the dark and was obsessed with love. He is the leader of the demon cultivator, and he is even more powerful than Jiang Fu The presence.

So possession and aggression by any means is a matter of course in the dark nature.

As a cultivator whose mission is to save the common people, Jiang Fu doesn't even need Yuan Chen to say any threat and will accept his fate. Whether it is a disciple of the Tiangan Sect or a small town resident in the underground palace, this is the one that can save the common people. Jiang Fu pinched his weakness.

Yuan Chen naturally knew it too, so he accepted Jiang Fu's obedience frankly.

The time in the realm of comprehension is quite long. Jiang Fu was locked on the bed of the palace by Yuan Chen all day and all night, and his trance consciousness became more and more unconscious. Weeping timidly.

Yuan Chen hated his indifference to the core, so when he pestered him to ask for it, he was scary, and even took him to the back mountain of the Tiangan sect openly.

Jiang Fu was trembling nervously when he entered under his pressure. There were disciples of heavenly stems patrolling regularly not far away, and the disheveled Jiang Fu could only bite his lips and try not to make any sound. The wet corners of his eyes were forced redness.

An hour in the back mountain on the first day of each month used to be the time for Jiang Fu to teach Tieniu how to practice, but now it has become the reason why Yuanchen is touched by the scene, but this feeling is resentful and unwilling.

He has always longed infinitely for the pity of this lofty and handsome master. A stop or a look is enough to drive him crazy, like the innate sense of pursuit buried in his blood. He was born to get the master. .

It's just that this kind of Rumu changed after he discovered Master's way of playing with people's hearts. He didn't understand why Master didn't care about anyone, but only had a strange obsession with a name and appearance.

Just calling Yuan Chen is enough, just looking like this is enough, no matter how many people around him who really love him, he doesn't care.

Yuan Chen just thought that there might be a completely strange soul lingering with the master with this face and identity, and the assumption that the master would indulge him, he felt that his eyes were red with jealousy in his chest, almost shattered.

This is the world of comprehension, and there are not no such spells that steal the sky and change the sun.

But even if someone really did this, Master may never find out, or maybe he didn't care at all.

Yuan Chen thought almost desperately.

What is Yuan Chen to him

A promise, an obsession, or a gadget that has been idle to pass the time for a long time.

Such a sense of panic that will be lost at any time makes Yuan Chen couldn't help getting close to his master desperately, watching that innocent person being torn apart by him and breaking in, seeing the pitiful and lovely panic expression on that exquisite and beautiful face , watching those light-colored glazed eyes cry into a puddle of water.

And in that water was his reflection.

This kind of possession without leaving any gaps, and the aggression from the inside out can make Yuan Chen feel at ease.

His master.

There can only be his master.