Mo Xi's heart beat fast, and there was a buzzing sound in his head, and he was about to stop him with his backhand, but before he could touch Gu Mang, he was wrapped around the back of his neck.
In the darkness, Gu Mang almost collapsed and trembled, murmuring hoarsely between kisses: "You. Hug me..."
When Gu Mang was fighting, people said that he had the bestiality of a wolf, fierce, agile, brave, and very commanding. A name, called "the beast of the altar".
But others don't know his wildness elsewhere.
Only Mo Xi knew what Gu Mang looked like on the bed. He had strong and taut muscles, a sharp waist, and tension between his necks. In the past when the two were entangled, Mo Xi had been kissed by him many times, and then he was deeply immersed in warmth, unable to extricate himself.
Not now.
It's been so long now, separated by betrayal and life and death, national hatred and personal hatred, and suddenly being forced to kiss again, Mo Xi's heart sank, burning desire and buzzing in his ears. But he still tried his best to hold back, backhanded Gu Mang, and buried his fingers in the other's hair bun without any reason, the bloody aura permeated between his lips and teeth.
Mo Xi gritted his teeth and said, "...don't provoke me."
A fireball suddenly lit up in the palm of his hand, illuminating the side of the sleeping area—it was still the way Mo Xi remembered it, the windowless hut of slavery, where things were arranged in a mess, and there was a small jar turned over beside the bed, which could be regarded as a bed cabinet. Above it is a small fat belly bottle with wildflowers.
Gu Mang's sanity seemed to have completely disintegrated. He looked at Mo Xi blankly and eagerly for a while, as if he didn't understand a word of what Mo Xi said. lips.
Mo Xi felt annoyed and hot in his heart, and said angrily, "Don't touch me!"
But that ghost figure had given Gu Mang some ghostly medicine. His physique recovered very well, and he could hardly restrain himself if he relaxed a little.
The battle between the two was too intense, and Gu Mang accidentally stumbled on his feet, and he took Mo Xi and fell to the bed together. The little wooden bed let out a dangerous creak, Mo Xi pressed down heavily on Gu Mang, and Gu Mang let out a hoarse groan almost at the same time—the action of rubbing contact with another man made his eyes even more confused. After taking the love medicine, his body was scorching hot, and his blue eyes were also burning with a moist luster, as if a fire had ignited on the river surface, and he was going to devour Mo Xi's soul.
Mo Xi looked down at the man lying under him, his blood was scorching hot. He had been abstinent for so many years, and he had a strong desire for Gu Mang, so he had to hold down his desire so that he would not go overboard. Act of.
However, his actions could be controlled, but his reaction was uncontrollable. Mo Xi's breathing became heavy, hot, and full of male tension. While he whispered to Gu Mang to stay still, the air flow brushed against Gu Mang's ear. A shudder provoked.
Gu Mang's throat rolled, and his wet eyes looked at him for a while, and said hoarsely, "It's uncomfortable..."
"… "
"It's hot… "
Mo Xi breathed deeply and saw his own reflection in his azure blue eyes, shrouded in blurred desire.
"I'm very hot… "
It's not just you who is hot - but Mo Xi would never say such a thing. His arms were firmly pressing Gu Mang, but Gu Mang kept struggling under him, going back and forth, Mo Xi. How can it not respond when it is extinguished. With his limbs intertwined, Mo Xi shouted angrily in a low voice, "Don't move!"
But Gu Mang felt it, and the man pressed hard on him. He just rubbed his robe unintentionally. The hardness seemed to evoke some kind of memory buried deep in his skull, and his whole body shuddered. , a low moan escaped from his throat.
When Xi Hejun, who was not close to any beauty, was so softly hummed by him, he felt hard and painful, and he went crazy. It was too hard... Moreover, Gu Mang was lying on the bed at this time, his clothes were messy, his eyes were blank, and his chest was panting.
His expression was sad, as if he was blaming Mo Xi for why he didn't want to touch him, and at the same time as if he was simply feeling pain and emptiness.
"I'm uncomfortable… "
Mo Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Endure it."
"You..." Gu Mang was confused, "You rub against me again..."
This kind of naked and straightforward, simple but shameful statement was said by Gu Mang, which made Mo Xi's chest burst into flames. He closed his eyes abruptly and cursed inwardly, not wanting to look at Gu Mang's face.
But this kind of thing can't be just out of sight. Gu Mang raised his hand to touch his face, trembling and wanting to purse his lips. Mo Xi suddenly opened his eyes.
The dark eyes flowed deep into the water.
He had already accumulated such a fiery desire, but when Gu Mang was about to kiss him, he raised his hand to cover Gu Mang's face, Mo Xi angrily said, "I will never... touch you again!"
Gu Mang clearly understood. He opened his eyes slightly, as if he was wronged or in pain. The water vapor in his blue eyes was getting deeper and deeper.
Mo Xi couldn't give him any response, otherwise it would resonate with Gu Mang, and this illusion would be more and more difficult to break.
But he couldn't relieve Gu Mang's emotional poison at the moment.
Gu Mang's forehead was dripping with sweat. In the chaos, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He struggled under Mo Xi's body: "...Uncomfortable..."
"… "
The pupils contracted under the stimulation of the medicinal energy, and Gu Mang couldn't bear it, but the ants devoured his heart and choked, "...don't...don't be like this..."
Mo Xi restrained him, and the person in his arms shook more and more violently, and in the end, it was almost convulsing.
"So sad… "
After enduring it, Gu Mang almost collapsed, like a dying fish, gasping for breath, his face flushed strangely, struggling and choking, chaos and tyranny.
"You... might as well... kill me... "
Mo Xi choked in his heart: "Gu Mang..."
"You kill me, just... kill me..."
"… "
Mo Xi knew that it would never go on like this. He clenched his molars tightly, suppressing Gu Mang's writhing, and thinking of a solution in a gloomy and restless way—suddenly a bright light appeared—if... If Gu Mang temporarily loses consciousness, can it be delayed for a while
I don't know if it will work or not, but this is the only way to try it.
Thinking like this, he took a breath, stood up abruptly, and slashed the back of Gu Mang's neck with a hand, hitting the unconscious acupuncture point. Gu Mang fainted.
After the split, Mo Xi shouted in a low voice, "Suran! Summon!"
The soft whip came out in response, and Mo Xi ordered the martial general Gu Mang to be bound to prevent him from doing any unexpected actions when he woke up. But at this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
blah blah blah.
Who-
There are only three people in the fantasy world. he himself. Gu Mang. And there is…
That ghost flower thief.
Mo Xi's eyes sank suddenly, he blocked Gu Mang behind him, and a plum blossom dart condensed out of his fingers. He was so angry that he just waited for that person to come in and smash his body into ten thousand pieces.
stop. The door opened.
Under the moonlight, a man with a bayonet stood at the door, and the bright brilliance illuminated his face—
The slender end of the eyes, the blue eyes, and the bridge of Zhou Zheng's nose are straight and soft. He had neat braids on his hair, his prison uniform was slightly open, revealing a small piece of well-proportioned chest, and on his shoulders was the black-gold cloak that Mo Xi left him before, and there was no expression on his face.
Mo Xi's expression changed: "Gu Mang?!"
Well, this is on the bed...
He turned his head, as if responding to his astonishment, and suddenly a black smoke rolled up, and the man on the bed was suddenly scattered into ashes!
A burst of sharp and crazy laughter suddenly poured out from the four walls, everywhere: "Haha...hahahahaha..."
It's that ghost talking again!
Ghost Ying grinned enough and said, "Xi He-jun, the one on your bed just now is an illusion created by a person in a dream."
"… "
"Do you know how he was born?" Ghost Ying Wu said, "It was you who listened to me and was led by me to the place where Gu Mang fell into love medicine from the very beginning. You thought you didn't have a relationship with The illusion echoes, but when you infer, you have unconsciously sent your thoughts to it!"
The more the ghost said, the more arrogant, the arrogance was rampant.
"You think it's over if you keep your mind still? Do you think you won't have any flaws if you don't believe it? In the past, you were only in contact with the dreamers created by ordinary warlocks of the Liao Kingdom. How can you compare with what I created! In my fantasy world, unless you don’t think about it at all and abandon all thoughts. Otherwise, even if your thoughts move or guess, I can still use it, hahahaha!”
The laughter echoed, and the cold air was gloomy.
"Come on, look at this Gu Mang in front of you again, he will come to kill you soon. Is he an illusion or real? Can you tell the difference?" , "Do you want to believe that he is an illusion and crush him? Or do you not believe that he is an illusion and be merciful?"
Mo Xi looked sideways at Gu Mang who was standing at the door. That Gu Mang stood against the light, and the military emblem of the Northern Army in black was flowing with golden light in the moonlight.
"A real dreamer warlock will make it difficult for you to distinguish between reality and reality. You must guess. If you guess right, you will live, if you guess wrong, you will die... Do you dare to do it?"
In the course of his words, Gu Mang hurriedly took off the black robe that was draped over his shoulders, and came forward with a blade. The blade squeaked, the bayonet collided with Shuran, and several clusters of golden red sparks were instantly aroused!
The ghost's words lingered in his ears, Mo Xi's men and Gu Mang had already done more than ten moves ruthlessly and swiftly - Gu Mang's face had no expression, his expression was icy, just like after treason, he was the general of the Liao Kingdom. The same as when the horse appeared in front of the Chonghua army. Without any old feelings.
Suiran wrapped the black blade of the bayonet, but was picked up by the tip of the blade, piercing the spiritual stream, and attacked Mo Xi with a backhand. The blade light reflected on Gu Mang's face, like a silk belt, just brushed past his eyes.
Mo Xi cursed secretly, swung back with his backhand, and shouted, "Blade!"
He swam back to his palm with the whip, and the red light flickered, turning it into a blood-colored long sword, and slammed into the bayonet again.
Mo Xi gritted his teeth, looking at that cold face just a short distance away.
Is it the virtual image of the person in the dream
Or Gu Mang, who was actually sent...
Ghost Shadow laughed indulgently: "Come on, with your ability, if you really want to kill him, it's not impossible, according to his chest, you stab... Hahahahaha, you stab! If he's real, he's dead too—he's dead, isn't it what you want?"
"A traitor, a national thief... Come on, Xihe-Jun, what are you still hesitating about?"
"Kill him! Hahaha!!!"
Kill him, he is a traitor.
He killed so many people, killed so many soldiers, and made those who once believed in him fell to the bottom.
Betrayed from the motherland and returned to the Liao Kingdom—
But now Chonghua's first master, wasn't he also brought out by him? With their own blood, tears, and even their lives... to bring those people out of the hell of gunpowder smoke.
It was Gu Mang who climbed out with his brothers and came back with the dead bodies. He saw the vitality and the future, so he roared and insisted, "Come on, it's alright, you call me Gu Shuai, I will definitely take you home.
I will take you home...
A group of filthy monks, some fatherless slaves, with their blood and loyalty, wanted to exchange a named tombstone for the dead Paoze brothers, a decent burial.
But Chonghua did not give it.
The old gentlemen do not give.
In order to go to hell for Chonghua, they crawled out with their stumps dragged out. Then the attitude of the man on the throne seemed to say, eh? Shouldn't you all die in hell? Why did I come back? How can I do this? I can't make an army formed by slaves and commanded by slaves, the dead buried in the Battle Spirit Mountain, and the living rewarded with the nobles, right
Hell should be the home of the scumbags, there is no need for gravestones in a deserted grave.
So Gu Mang betrayed and Gu Mang left, but it wasn't that Mo Xi couldn't understand or forgive.
- But why Liao Kingdom.
Almost all people in Liao Kingdom are lunatics. Every time they conquer a country, they slaughter, eat people, and drink blood... They are addicted to hegemony, and they do not hesitate to destroy the mountains and rivers. Why did you choose Liaoguo? The Liao Kingdom that killed his father! That man eats people, and uses bloody techniques to slaughter the Liao Kingdom, which is a disaster for all directions! Why? !
For revenge? Because of hate
Or because only the Liao Kingdom is one of the few big countries that can rival Chonghua, only by entering the devil's lair, compromising good thoughts, and offering sacrifices, can one day soldiers come under the city, seize the king's heart forever, and put these things that they once did to them. Are your relatives stepping on the ground with blood and blood on the ground? !
As thoughts flashed, Gu Mang knocked down the Shuran sword in his hand.
Brushing the ground, the bayonet was already pointed on Mo Xi's chest.
Gu Mang didn't say a word, didn't take any next move, just looked at him like this, and said:
"you lose."
Mo Xi didn't speak, but the ghost smiled, almost sighing: "Xihe-Jun, I reminded you, but you still didn't have the heart to fight him seriously."
"… "
"For the sake of your infatuation, I'll tell you." He paused and said with great pleasure, "The Gu Mang in front of you is real."
"Thanks to your unwillingness to hurt him, otherwise he shouldn't be your opponent. But..." He smiled, "You are affectionate, but he has no righteousness. Gu Mang was motivated by evil qi at this time, so he only listened to my words. I want him to kill you, and he won't hesitate."
The voice lingered: "It's hard to make a choice. This is the real usage of the dreamer. Have you learned it? Unfortunately, even if you learn it, it's too late."
Ghost Shadow gave the last order with a smile:
"Go and kill him."
Gu Mang's blue eyes dimmed, and then he raised his hand and waved his blade, but in this flash of lightning, the red lotus mark on Mo Xi's neck suddenly appeared, and dozens of red sword qi burst out of his body!
Gu Mang was slightly startled, he immediately turned around to avoid dodging, raised his hand and smashed away several flying swords that were attacking him! But when he was concentrating on repelling the sword formation, his feet were bound by the ropes that were turned into by the whip. He was unsteady, staggered to his knees, supported the ground with one hand, raised his eyes, his eyes were ruthless. Looking at Mo Xi.
"You. Pretend to lose," he said.
Mo Xi swung the sword formation away, his face extremely complicated. He walked in front of Gu Mang, the spiritual current in his palm surged, causing Shuran to wrap Gu Mang even tighter, and then lifted his chin with two fingers, removing the magic weapon from his trembling hands.
Mo Xi stared at his clear blue eyes with a gloomy expression, and said coldly, "...Yes. If I could have been captured so easily, wouldn't I have failed my senior brother's hard teachings?"
"..." Gu Mang didn't show any expression, he didn't understand him at all.
Mo Xi raised his eyes and said, "What other tricks do you have, why don't you use them again?"
The ghost sneered: "I naturally—" But before the words were finished, the surrounding illusion suddenly shook!
Ghost Yingxian was taken aback, Mo Xi heard the low cursing sound lingering around the illusion, and it kept retreating and overflowing, Sen Ran said: "Mo Xi, the outcome is still uncertain, you can't catch me at all. , don't be too complacent!"
Mo Xi had a worried look on his face, and it seemed that the help sent by Your Majesty had finally arrived.
But seeing that the bricks and tiles here began to rustle down, but they couldn't hit them. Someone started attacking from the outside, and the person in the dream could no longer maintain it, and the scene in front of him was twisted and coiled. Suddenly, with a bang, Wangshu Mansion scattered ten million points of powder, and everything disappeared.
"Xi He-Jun! Xi He-Jun!" The reinforcements who broke the barrier from the outside were two people. One was Yue Chenqing. He rushed over in a hurry. When he saw Mo Xi, he breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw Gu Mang, he was frightened again. One hop.
"You… uh, are you all right?"
Mo Xi returned to the foothills of Zhanhun Mountain, still holding Gu Mang's bun in his hand, controlling the person who was restless at the moment. And the red lotus print on his neck disappeared, and slowly disappeared.
Before Mo Xi could speak, another helping hand opened his mouth - Your Majesty actually sent Murong Lian.
Murong Lian leaned against the tree with a languid expression. It doesn't matter to me whether you live or die. If you live, I will return. If you die, I will set off firecrackers to collect the corpse. Dream, exhale thin smoke.
"What can they do? Isn't it good to stick here."
Yue Chenqing wanted to say something, but Murong Lian interrupted again. He glanced at Gu Mang and sneered, "This traitor is really capable, he was tortured by me before, but he suddenly became alive again, and he was able to escape from prison. ."
"… "
"Xihe-Jun, this king can't help but wonder. He has recovered so quickly. Are you secretly watching over him?" Murong Lian asked strangely.
Mo Xi didn't want to deal with the perversion, and turned to look at Yue Chenqing: "Why are you here too?"
"Your Majesty said that I have been your deputy commander for two years, and I have experience in Liao Kingdom magic, so I forced me to come." Yue Chenqing opened her eyes, "Xihe-Jun, have you found that flower-picker?"
Mo Xi glanced in front of him. There was a cave in front of him. The installation of the dreamer required a lot of spiritual energy, and he couldn't be too far away from the caster.
"It's in there," he said.
It was not too late, so the three of them went to the cave together, Yue Chenqing looked back and forth at Gu Mang curiously, and suddenly said, "Xihe-kun, you tie him up with Suiran, and you will meet a flower thief later, what do you use? beat?"
"...I am more than a weapon."
"But you like to use Suiran the most, so let me find something else for you to suppress him..." Yue Chenqing scratched her head, rummaged through the Qiankun bag, and found a golden immortality amulet.
"Use this! I made this at home, you can-"
"Take your father's things back." Mo Xi said, "Spiritual power is tyrannical and not easy to use."
"... Not my father, my fourth uncle did it."
Seeing that Mo Xi was no longer speaking, Yue Chenqing came to Gu Mang excitedly, holding the immortality amulet as if offering a treasure.
Gu Mang stared at him.
"...Ouch, it's a little hairy, those eyes are blue like a wolf." Yue Chenqing scratched her neck, not daring to look into Gu Mang's eyes, and bowed twice, "Brother Wolf, you're offended."
Gu Mang glared at him fiercely, his eyes moved uneasily, as if he was saying: Do you dare? !
Yue Chenqing was arrogant and arrogant, and with a "squeak" sound, he directly put his fourth uncle's talisman on Gu Mang's forehead.