Long Aotian is not happy today

When Hang Xiao stood on the bank of the river and extended his hand with a smile on his face, Ning Hong actually didn't want to refuse from the bottom of his heart.

The person in front of him wore a ferocious grimace mask, his face was horrified, but his appearance was elegant and extraordinary, and the whole body was lingering with a diametrically opposite gentle aura.

The long hair wet with lake water hung on her shoulders, with a few strands parted at the end, winding softly around her neck.

The wet snow suit was almost transparent, and when the night wind blew, it immediately stuck to the body tightly, and the graceful outline of the collarbone could almost be recognized, which made the other party look almost delicate and fragile.

But when his palm touched Hang Shi's wrist, Ning Hong knew he was wrong.

The strong breath of spiritual power and almost domineering fiery energy made him feel in a trance, almost thinking that he had touched a ball of fire.

The young man in Xuanyi raised his head, and looked at Hang Shi seriously again, from beginning to end, trying to identify the origin of this person.

...But the moment the other party took off the mask, he was caught off guard and fell into the rippling starlight in the other party's eyes.

His sword eyebrows flew slantingly, his eyes were like lacquer, and the raised phoenix eyes carried the breath of a young man's fresh clothes and angry horses. His neck was shallow, and the moonlight shrouded him like a gauze made of light feathers.

This person is so strange.

Heroic and gentle, fragile and strong, proud and tender...

All kinds of contradictory temperaments in the world are gathered in him, and they are wonderfully blended together.

It seems that the most skilled craftsman in the world has spent his whole life carefully carving on the most beautiful jade, presenting such a character that surpasses heaven and earth.

Is there such a person in the original book?

Ning Hong didn't know.

He didn't really want to know either.

Ever since he was bound to a villain system, forced to perform various villain tasks, and bear all kinds of conscience condemnation in his heart, he felt that he was going crazy.

He urgently needs a harbor, and let his lonely boat anchor for a while, so that he can regain strength and continue the work behind him.

Right now is an excellent opportunity.

A man whose appearance suits his tastes but has nothing to do with the plot, in the blank period of the plot when the system rules are weak, invites himself with romantic eyes, and all the hints in that aspect are conveyed between his eyebrows.

If you don't seize this kind of good opportunity from heaven, you will be punished by heaven.

As soon as Ning Hong's thoughts flashed through his mind, his system 081 snorted coldly, and said with disdain: "Ji sees Ren Ji, how do you know what the other party means?"

how do you know?

Of course he knew.

Because before the crossing, whenever he was entangled in tedious work and went to the gay bar late at night to drink and get drunk, all the eyes in the bar were full of such eyes, ****, eager and hungry.

Calmly tearing open the neckline a little, Ning Hong hooked his lips and chuckled.

——If it wasn't for him, why did this person still show such enthusiasm even after he refused many times?

As if to prove it to the system, the young man in Xuanyi quietly turned his right hand.

The fine brocade silk slipped through the fingers, reminiscent of the warm touch of the skin, and his fingertips were agile, little by little, clasping Hang Shi's wrist tightly.

Due to his special race and martial arts, Ning Hong's body temperature was cooler.

When he grabbed it ice-coldly, Hang Xiao could hardly control his trembling **—he felt as if he had touched a piece of cold jade.

That Hanyu's five fingers are slender, with distinct joints, and the posture of the reverse grip is strong and ambiguous, but the strength is just right. If Hang Xiao wants to break free, he will be able to shake it off.

But if you are wavering and want to welcome or refuse——

It would be like Hang Xiao was doing at this time, shaking his wrist tentatively, but was suddenly pulled even tighter.

When shaking, Ning Hong's cuffs slid down a little bit, revealing half of his pale and thin wrist, the blue-purple blood vessels stood out in the moonlight, and his skin was so white that it was almost transparent.

His hands were also carved like white jade, only the fingertips were dyed a little red.

Hang Xiaoshi stared blankly at Ning Hong's fingers, his hair trembled slightly, and he quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the base of his ears involuntarily turned red.

This slight change was instantly captured by Ning Hong.

"Look, I'm right, right?" Ning Hong looked slightly satisfied, and secretly rejoiced, "He's so cute, I can't wait."

081 asked suspiciously: "You promise not to affect the following plot?"

Ning Hongman thought nonchalantly, what effect could it have?

He is just a villain without CP, and his real identity is still a demon disguised as a ghost cultivator. Just looking at this setting, it fundamentally eliminates the possibility of whitewashing.

Readers only care about how fast he lost, how miserable his death was, and whether the process of being slapped in the face by the protagonist was enjoyable enough. As for whether he is a broken sleeve, whether he also looks forward to loving and being loved—who cares?

Even he himself doesn't care anymore.

Thinking of this, Ning Hong stretched his brows and smiled slightly at Hang Xiao.

He parted his thin lips lightly, and said meaningfully: "Actually, I... like Longyang."

……

The moment Ning Hong finished speaking, Hang Shiu's eyes trembled, and he almost forgot how to breathe.

He frantically wants to respond, wants to grab the other person's hand and shout "What a coincidence, me too", and even wants to have a romantic French kiss by the lakeside with the young man in front of him for a month—

But all these impulses were wiped out under the sudden strong current from the void.

The unprecedented intensity almost ignited a spark on Hang Xiao's little finger, and the unimaginable pain was directly exerted on the soul.

Hang Shi only felt that his internal organs were all distorted in one place, his blood was boiling, and there were scorched residue curled up under his skin.

"Damn it!"

Hang Shi's eyes were blurred from the pain, and he couldn't help cursing obscenities in his mind.

Because of this, he missed the change of the person in front of him - in an instant, Ning Hong's face changed drastically, and he took a few steps back abruptly, distanced himself from Hang Xiao.

The leather boots left a slender trace on the ground, and the dust was flying under the feet.

The young man's face was already pale, and at this moment, under the moonlight, it was even more bloodless. His red lips were tightly pursed, his long crow-green eyelashes trembled violently, and his eyelids drooped, hiding the expression of pain in the depths of his eyes.

Ning Hong put his trembling fingers behind his back and tightly clenched them in his palms.

But it didn't work.

Even though he gritted his teeth and suppressed it with all his strength, he could still feel his fingers trembling uncontrollably, nervously, in the palm of his hand.

"what happened?"

What did he do, how did he touch the sensitive nerve of the system rules?

The same doubts filled Hang Xiao's heart.

The young man was upset, he barely raised his sleeves to cover up the unnatural expression on his face, and asked frantically in his mind: "Why did you shock me, what did I do wrong?"

025 coaxed him a few words, and then reminded: "Maybe... you should ask who this guy is."

Makes sense.

Hang Shi immediately raised his head, tried his best to hold back the smile on his face, and tried to retain his demeanor as much as possible: "By the way, little brother Hang Shi, I haven't asked the elder brother's name yet."

His light words fell to the ground like a meteorite, flying into the lake, causing a strong storm between the two of them.

The back of the young man in Xuanyi stiffened instantly, and the dragon pattern on his neck seemed to be frightened, and he jumped into his collar quickly, while Ning Hong himself, under Hang Xiaoxiao's anxious gaze, remained silent for a long time.

He lowered his head slightly, his disheveled hair fell down, covering his eyebrows and eyes, revealing only a clean chin with tight lines.

"Ning Hong." He said softly, "My name is Ning Hong."

Hang Hour: "..."

shit.

Ning...Hong?