Dragon King weapon

He has lived in the Three Realms for thousands of years, and in his broken impression, he has never woken up so late in the morning.

When he opened his eyes and woke up, as always, he saw the veil on the bed of the Little Dragon King, and the carved pillar and phoenix head...but the person next to him who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully was gone, and there was only a brocade pillow with flowers, which was thrown in a mess On the side, there are still traces of pressure on it.

It took a while to regain consciousness, stretched out his hand to touch it, it was still warm, thinking where did Rong Qianji go?

My body seemed refreshed after being wiped with a towel, and I changed all my clothes. The dark red cloak was draped over the bed, sprinkled with morning light, and there was an indescribably ethereal feeling.

Before Chong Duan could get up, he saw a person walking out from behind the screen in the house, with drooping eyes, a pair of big eyes, a sharp chin, and black hair pulled up with red silk, but it seemed too much to cover, and the bed shoulders.

Isn't this exactly... the Little Dragon King.

Rong Qianji was still holding the gold basin in his hand, and the handkerchief was placed on the side of the basin, the door was locked tightly by him, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he was looking up to this side.

Seeing again that his lips were pale, his eyes squinted with a look of decadence, and some charming images kept flashing in his mind... It was a pair of big hands gently undoing the luxurious clothes of the person in front of him, and then they had sex on the pillow mat, the candles shook and the red shadows swayed dangling...

Upside down, the soul of spring is in disarray... In the memory, Rong Qianji stared at a pair of big eyes and muttered something, but he couldn't remember it clearly, only remembering that the wave of being turned red engulfed him and him completely I want to go to the sea.

Chong Duan couldn't distinguish between reality and dream for a while, the sense of touch and the smell of sweat were so real, maybe he had slept with Rong Qianji for a long time and started to have such a dream?

In just a second, he denied his suspicions.

Seeing that he woke up, Rong Qianji was a little flustered, stood up and directly stretched out his hand to bring him into his arms. He couldn't help but unbuttoned his skirt and inner robe. With just one glance, he could see the collarbone down and the imprint on the white chest. There were a lot of hickey marks, which turned purple from sucking, and there were fingerprints on the neck, and there was no need to look at it... I knew it in my heart.

Rong Qianji was so angry and helpless last night, seeing his rare surprised expression, he immediately understood, but still couldn't help saying to him: "Have you seen enough?"

Unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth, his voice became very hoarse, and the red tide on his face due to fever became more and more obvious.

"Last night," Chong Duan paused for a while, and he was a little speechless. Now he completely believed Rong Qianji's words that he couldn't remember what he did when it was night, and he pursed his lips tightly and opened his mouth. : "Am I a human form or..."

Before he finished speaking, Rong Qianji slapped him across the face.

He wanted to laugh, but couldn't, he was full of anger, but he also blamed himself for being too useless, re-breaking last night was not considered compulsion...not even semi-compulsion.

The violent energy around Zhongduan suddenly rose the moment he was slapped, and then miraculously dissipated, and the turbid energy in him rushed on a rampage. His eyes were red, and he said in a low voice: "Rong Qianji, you Lie down first, and I'll take a look."

Rong Qianji's robe was pulled back a little, anxious and angry, never thought that Chongduan would have such an attitude when he woke up, thinking in his heart that he would just die anyway, what happened last night was just him and "Chongduan" Yes, not with this person now!

But now it's the same in the heavy day... Rong Qianji wished she could hide away, but wanted to be found by him.

Due to his personality since he was a child, he can't express too much words. He is used to being allowed to be unrestrained, let him not even say the password, and only give orders with a look and a movement. The person who understands him best has always been heavy.

However, last night, he cried like that, hurt like that, even if he was made to forget who he was in the end, he didn't understand anything.

Seeing him in a daze, Chong Duan couldn't help but hug him sullenly and hugged Rong Qianji tightly. He thought that the person in his arms would continue to fight and scold, but unexpectedly Rong Qianji just closed his eyes and whispered: "I have a fever, you call Tang Jian."

As soon as Tang Jian was mentioned, Zhong Duan unexpectedly felt a little angry, frowned and said, "What are you calling him for?"

Even if he was unwilling to re-break a thousand times, Rong Qianji's consciousness became more and more confused, and he almost passed out. He re-broken and pushed the door out. The attendant Demon Lord had been waiting for a long time, knelt together, trembling, not knowing what to do As he moved, Chong Duan scolded in a cold voice: "Can't I find anyone with a wink under my command?"

Knowing this, Sturgeon retreated a few steps one after another, ran to pass the message to the golden armored soldiers outside the hall, and then sent his attendants to call Tang Jian.

As soon as Tang Jian entered the room and saw that Rong Qianji was unconscious, he almost kicked over the incense burner carved with lotus flowers, and the spices overflowed from it, making him cough and frowned, and said, "Chongdu, you did it yourself. Now do you know that you regret it?"

Chongduan was full of mixed emotions, looking at Rong Qianji who was flushed with heat on the bed, he felt something twitching and hurting near his chest, he shook his head, and just said: "It's not regret."

"I just feel... so familiar." He continued, "It seems that I have known him for a long time, a very long time, longer than you and Ming Xiao. I just checked his wound, and I even felt..."

Tang Jian said, "What do you think?"

He broke his hoarse voice and said, "He should have been mine."