The Dragon

Chapter 127

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Half a day later, Gu Fuyou came back with a red book with gold stamping in his hand.

Zhong Michu played the piano lightly, the music was clear and melodious, her soft white silk sleeves hung down and fluttered back and forth, brushing Gu Fuyou's heart.

When Zhong Mi first started to hook, she suddenly felt a pulling force. Gu Fuyou grabbed her sleeve.

Zhong Michu glanced at her and said with a smile, "What are you doing?"

Gu Fuyou squatted down. Zhong Michu thought she was going to sit down next to him, so he moved aside. Unexpectedly, Gu Fuyou didn't loosen her grip, "Don't move."

Gu Fuyou pushed the desk outwards, squeezed in through the tiny gap, and sat in the space between the desk and Zhong Michu. The position was narrow and crowded, and the soft clothes squeezed to the extreme but still could not leave any room for her to sit, and her body under the clothes was also tightly pressed together.

Since Zhong Michu woke up, she became a dodder wrapped around the dragon's body.

The scene when Zhong Michu was summoned out from the seal was too vivid. The bloody rain all over the sky became an indelible color in her memory. The wounds that were stitched with stitches and the faint breath of life made her feel that this was the last link with Zhong Michu, and she was afraid that it would be severed if she lost focus.

The person in front of me has become unreal. This worry has lasted for too long, so I still can't come back to my senses now. I am still afraid that the person behind me will break if I touch him. I am afraid that after going through so many dangers, there will be a smooth road ahead, and the ending is like a storybook. It is an illusion that I escape from reality. I am afraid that once I wake up, I will miss it and regret it for the rest of my life. Even if I am in the human world, it is like falling into hell.

She wanted to lean on her, seeking a sense of reality.

It was because he was afraid of losing what he had gained, and also because of the possessive desire that emerged after he woke up from dreaming about the ending of Qingjun and Diyi.

Zhong Michu was used to Gu Fuyou's clinginess and let her do what she wanted. "Have you given instructions to Yuanshan?"

Gu Fuyou sat down and said, "I have sent it out. It will be interesting to watch next."

Zhong Michu noticed a small pile of red nearby and asked, "What is this?"

Gu Fuyou picked up one at random and said, "Feng Sui and Xiao Zhongting gave it to me when I came here."

Gu Fuyou tilted his head back, looked up, raised his hands slightly, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Birth date and engagement letter."

Zhong Michu's eyebrows slightly raised, "Engagement letter? For you?"

Gu Fuyou raised his eyebrows, "Who else could it belong to?"

Although she had instructed Xiao Zhongting to give the order and she was chosen, there were still people who refused to give up. It was unclear whether they thought that was Gu Fuyou's excuse or that she, Gu Fuyou, was fickle and indecisive.

Gu Fuyou unfolded the birth date and said to Zhong Michu, "Your Majesty, I am a very popular figure now, and a favorite of young talents."

Thinking back to the past, Gu Fuyou's reputation for being naughty and spoiled, as well as her mediocre qualifications, had nipped in the bud the marriage proposals of many aristocratic families.

Now that I have experienced what it feels like to be highly sought after, my temperament has changed a lot, but as before, I still see this as a farce, all for fun.

Gu Fuyou picked up a few of them, leaned back against Zhong Michu, and said, "The Chen family, the Fu family, ah, the Xiao family, they seem to be side branches, and are somewhat related to Xiao Zhongting. No wonder Xiao Zhongting was hesitant to speak, it turns out he is embarrassed, I'm afraid he doesn't know where to put his old face..." Gu Fuyou took a look and threw one of them casually. The bright red engagement letters were all over the ground, discarded like waste paper.

Suddenly, he picked up a piece of paper that was a little different. Gu Fuyou read it and found that it was not a letter of engagement, but a love letter. "After seeing her once, I have no mood to play the seven-stringed zither, and I have nothing to write to her. Love has been lingering in my heart for a long time, and I am tired of missing her. I know that I am not talented enough and have little virtue, and I am not worthy of the beauty of the sect leader, but..."

Zhong Michu's voice was flat and he cut it off harshly, "If you know you are not worthy of me, why are you saying so much?"

Gu Fuyou placed the love letter on his nose, bit his lower lip, and suppressed the smile that was about to come to his lips. After a long while, he calmed down a little and cleared his throat, "Is it possible that I can't think about it?"

She could understand this feeling. After all, she summoned Zhong Michu because she was not worthy of him. She knew she was not worthy of him, but she still wanted him.

Zhong Michu didn't speak for a long time. Gu Fuyou didn't get a response, so when he looked up at her, Zhong Michu stood up and left. Gu Fuyou had no one to lean on, so he lay on his back.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked outside. Zhong Michu's figure was facing the light. "Zhong Michu!"

Gu Fuyou sat up and smiled slightly, "When will your letter of appointment be delivered?"

Zhong Michu paused and turned around.

As expected, he looked at her in surprise.

Gu Fuyou stood up and said to her, "Zhong Michu."

"Marry me."

She smiled and said, "Will you marry me?"

The person standing opposite him opened her lips slightly, but did not respond. She still had that stunned look on her face, and did not move. Gu Fuyou felt that she was like the stone lion squatting outside the gate of the house.

Zhong Michu's silence lasted longer than she expected. She guessed that Zhong Michu would be surprised and caught off guard. She even thought of many words to ease the anxiety during this waiting period. She walked towards Zhong Michu and said with a smile: "Your Dragon Clan is rich and powerful. If I were still the helmsman of Nanzhou, I would propose to you and ask you to marry me. I would use Nanzhou as a betrothal gift. I think the old clan leader would be able to accept it. But I am penniless now. I only have a small Xiaoyao City, which can only be used as a dowry..."

Gu Fuyou stood in front of her and said, "I will treat you well in the future. I will listen to you in everything. I want you to be by my side, watching me, always watching me. If you bite me, you must be responsible for me..."

Tears filled her eyelashes. When Zhong Michu blinked, two tears fell silently. She gently covered her eyebrows with her hand.

The past is like the wind, and it is hard to calm down.

Young people are too innocent and take drunken words seriously. After the turmoil of the secular world, the separation of life and death, I finally realized that I was naive, inexperienced, and too gullible.

When Gu Fuyou saw her crying silently, his heart sank and his face turned pale. Zhong Michu really took it to heart and remembered it until now.

It's so heartbreaking.

She stroked her cheek, "I won't forget it, never again."

Zhong Michu raised her eyes, looking as if she was about to cry. Gu Fuyou's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she suddenly understood how Zhong Michu felt when he looked at her in the spirit cave last time.

Zhong Michu is softer and more pitiable. Perhaps it is because he is usually strong and indestructible that his appearance at this moment is more captivating.

Gu Fuyou was split into two halves, one half was pity, willing to use the softest tone and the gentlest attitude to soothe the pain in her heart and give her warmth; the other half was evil, wishing her to cry, to be soft and weak, and to see her in a more messy and fragile state.

Gu Fuyou moved closer, held the tear marks on the corner of Zhong Michu's mouth, and kissed all the way up to his eyes.

Zhong Michu finally spoke, in a low and hoarse voice, "Ah Man."

Their eyes met, and they couldn't help but kiss each other.

Gu Fuyou held Zhong Michu's head and his thumb accidentally scratched her ear. Zhong Michu trembled and opened her mouth, going deeper and warmer, with love and tenderness fermenting when the passion reached its peak.

The two fell to the ground. Gu Fuyou clasped his right hand with hers, holding it above him. Gu Fuyou stood up, looked down at her, and looked at those golden eyes, as if he was in a summer mountain stream, looking at those eyes across the clear water, the rippling water was the rippling water of his heart.

Gu Fuyou said: "Your Majesty..." Has anyone ever told you that you look good when you cry, which makes people feel distressed, but beautiful and touching.

"Has anyone ever done this to you?"

After the incident at the Lingdong Cave, she thought about how many people wanted to be the king's husband, as Zhong Michu was in a high position with great power, and had extraordinary cultivation and beautiful appearance. Even if Zhong Michu was pure-hearted and did not let desire overwhelm reason, she could not stop others from expanding their desires and wanting her to the extreme.

Not to mention others, if it were her, she would also want to give the person some drugs and force him to go to bed.

Over the years, Zhong Michu may have accepted one or two people he liked, which is normal for a dragon.

“No.”

Two words, my heart is itching.

Gu Fuyou stroked Zhong Michu's lower lip with his thumb, gently parted her lips, and leaned over to kiss her.

The room was filled with a warm and fragrant aroma, and the fragrant mist seemed to be rising again, making people intoxicated.

In the hazy state, Zhong Michu seemed to smell the smell from the past, sweet and appetizing. Everything seemed real and illusory, his body was light and floating, only his feelings were heavy, those obsessions, sorrows, fears, joys, loves, regrets, all stuck together and became an endless desire.

The house is like the rotation of four seasons, like the buds of delicate flowers in spring, blooming in the fragrance, like the boiling blood in summer, burning in the fire, all are intense, sweating, like the plump, fresh and juicy fruits in autumn, like the silver snow covering the ground and the falling red plum blossoms in winter.

The sky had turned crab-shell blue, moisture was condensing into dew, and crystal dewdrops hung at the end of the bowed magnolia flowers, about to fall.

The sunlight leaked in through the window, and the person lying on the ground was groaning without opening his eyes.

Gu Fuyou half-pressed on Zhong Michu, covering half of her quilt. When she moved, Zhong Michu woke up and looked at her quietly. His eyes were like the morning light, warm and gentle, caressing her lovingly.

Gu Fuyou sat up and saw that her inner garment was half-buttoned and the collar was loose. She lifted her hair from her shoulders and touched the teeth marks on her shoulder.

Although the dragon race is on the rise and likes to bite people, it doesn't hurt, but it helps to stimulate their interest. There will only be one brand, but just one brand is enough.

Gu Fuyou was a little envious, and she also wanted to put her stamp on Zhong Michu.

Why don’t dragons have teeth like this

Gu Fuyou pounced like a tiger, and pounced on Zhong Michu. Zhong Michu smiled and asked, "What are you doing?"

Gu Fuyou bit Zhong Michu's throat. Whether it was a human or an animal, this was the lifeline and would not be held by anyone. Zhong Michu did not move and let her do what she wanted.

Gu Fuyou bit gently, but no matter how hard she bit, it would not leave a mark. If she bit harder, the dragon scales would come out. However, she was very satisfied that she could bite Zhong Michu's throat so easily. It was an act of claiming sovereignty and possession. Who else in the world could hold the Dragon King's throat like this

Zhong Michu felt itchy from her bite and smiled softly, closing his mouth and speaking through his nasal cavity.

Gu Fuyou could feel the muffled vibration under her teeth. She relaxed her mouth, raised her head slightly, and glanced at the scar from the neck to the shoulder bone. It had not faded yet because it was sutured by Qingman with silk thread. There were several small horizontal scars on the vertical scar, like a flesh worm, not ugly. She could accept everything about Zhong Michu, but she hated this thing.

Gu Fuyou licked the scar gently, originally out of pity, but it made Zhong Michu's breathing disordered.

Zhong Michu closed her eyes, but Gu Fuyou did not stop. She opened her eyes, her eyes darkened, and she placed her hand on Gu Fuyou's waist and began to stroke it gently.

Gu Fuyou shuddered as if she had received an electric shock. She laughed out of itchiness and climbed onto Zhong Michu. This was the first time she caught Zhong Michu's eye. She swallowed unconsciously and rolled to the side, far away from Zhong Michu. "I won't make trouble anymore. I won't make trouble anymore."

Zhong Michu, "…"

Gu Fuyou said: "Feng Sui and the others should be here soon."

"What are they doing here?"

"Inform them about the termination of the slave contract. We agreed on it yesterday."

"… "