Long Aotian is not happy today

The hut is extremely narrow, just turning around will rub against the chest of the person behind you.

Ning Hong put his hands on the window sill, and held Hang Shiu firmly in his arms, but not completely tight, leaving a faint gap.

The aura of heaven and earth contained in Lingzhi hit the meridians, forcing Ning Hong's realm to fluctuate, and his breath leaked out. The spiritual power belonging to evil cultivators was unscrupulous and spread like waves in the house.Cold, ghostly, just a ray of breath swept over Hang Hour's back, making him numb from head to toe.

Hang Xiao has never realized so clearly that Ning Hong is a ghost cultivator and a heavenly demon.

Cultivation techniques, blood vessels, and physique are all completely opposite to him in essence.

Yang Yan is pure light, extreme heat, blending and igniting a pure and fierce fire; gray gas is the gathering of evil and evil in the world, nourishing the soul of life and death, poured by blood, forming an evil mist.

Their skills are naturally hostile. At this moment, Ning Hong released his consciousness, and the two breaths blended together. This kind of hostility became more and more intense-the closer the body was, the more agitated Hang Shi's chest was. Yang Yan was impatient and couldn't wait to rush out of his palm , to dispel the evil things lingering around.

Hang Shi clenched his teeth.

Desperately suppressing the instinctive impulse of the body, through the conflict of spiritual power at this moment, one can feel the gentleness that belongs to Ning Hong that is concealed underneath.

The fingers on both sides of the body are long and slender, with distinct joints. There are three or two blue and purple blood vessels dormant under the thin layer of skin on the back of the hand, making the skin pale as jade.

The depressed posture seemed strong, but his fingertips firmly clutching the window sill revealed his restraint. Even at this moment, whispering in Hang Hour's ear, Ning Hong still left room for Hang Hour while Ning Hong said meaningful words.

It seems... He has always taken Hang Xiao's mood into consideration.

At such a moment, whenever Hang Xiaoshi shows the slightest sign of refusal, the young man will withdraw, ambiguous a few words at will, and blow away the previous ambiguous atmosphere.

With his eyes closed and his heart swayed, Hang Xiao tried to relax his body, and tilted his head back slightly sullenly.

He pretended to be dizzy and weak, and said in a low voice with a bitter face: "Brother Ning, I too... feel very uncomfortable."

As soon as he leaned up, he fell straight into Ning Hong's arms.

...a silent indulgence, a tacit compromise.

Ning Hong's eyes became more and more dim, and his eyelids drooped slightly, falling on the back of Ruyu's neck in front of him.

Probably due to the effect of the medicine, the nape of Hang's neck and the roots of his ears were already burnt crimson, reminiscent of the twilight, the setting sun wins the fire, and the gorgeous sunset glow quietly burning, dyeing the entire sky red.

The blush glowed and fell into Ning Hong's deep and narrow eyes, turning into a touch of scarlet.

The picture that I once fantasized about in Lunhan Mountain came to my mind unexpectedly, and a large swath of colorful colors blurred in front of my eyes.

Ning Hong rolled his throat a few times, and his voice was hoarse: "When you are young, if you feel uncomfortable, I have a solution."

"Do you want to... give it a try?"

……

When the two turned over on the bed, a realization suddenly flashed in Hang Xiao's mind - this small thatched hut was really prepared for one person to live alone.

Because the bed was very narrow, it was so narrow that it could barely accommodate one person lying flat.

At this moment, the two of them are both tall and tall young men, squeezed together on the same bed, the place is extremely narrow, and they can't let go of their hands and feet, so they can only lie on their sides and hug each other, moving their bodies slightly, they will touch each other. One's skin.

The snow clothes and black robes had already been taken off, and they were scattered on the ground. The long sleeves were randomly intertwined, black and white were entangled, and the colors were bright.

Hang Shiu's skin was scorching hot, while Ning Hong's was slightly cooler, but not much better.

Especially when Ning Hong raised his hand, his fingertips were slightly cool, and he inadvertently slid across the smooth line, tracing a few times speciously.

Hang Shideng felt an electric current surge up from the tailbone, shooting sparks all the way up to the cerebral cortex, igniting a cluster of dazzling fireworks in his dizzy head.

Ning Hong's voice seemed to be filled with sand, and it was so magnetic that it was unbelievable. He whispered: "Yes, when I was young, look at me..."

His five fingers are more flexible than Hang Xiao's, and a few twitches made Hang Xiao's heart beat like thunder and his blood surge.

The nervous consciousness of the whole body is all gathered in one position, and the slightest movement of wind and grass can make the tense back tremble violently...

Beads of sweat rolled down the wet forehead hair, rubbed the cheeks, fell on the beautiful shoulder blades, slid across the thin and smooth back little by little, and disappeared under the extremely resilient Yue Yao.

...like traveling in a dream, like sitting on a cloud.

Hang Xiao's mind was completely blank, while panting quickly, he subconsciously yelled: "Teacher 025, Ning Hong... he's so good!"

No one answered.

Only then did Hang Xiao remember that 025 went back to the headquarters to investigate Xu Yang's identity, and now in this small house, there are really only him and Ning Hong.

Ning Hong's breathing was also heavy.

only……

Hang Shi's craftsmanship is really...too rough.

Although he followed Ning Hong like a gourd, he couldn't grasp the strength of his hand very well, and because of panic, he pinched it carelessly at every turn, which made Ning Hongfei not enjoy it much, but a cold sweat oozed on his forehead .

But the psychological satisfaction is incomparable physically.

At night, the light is dim, and the moonlight sweeps across the window sill, faintly illuminating the slender wildflowers in the porcelain vase and the shiny skin of the person below.

Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils were slightly bright, her long eyelashes drooped, her phoenix eyes, which were drawn in thick ink, blinked slightly, and the eyes were broken and floating, like a vast expanse of stars.

The towering nostrils trembled slightly, his expression was confused, but full of dependence. When he cast his serious and focused eyes over him, he was curious but also a little apprehensive, ignorant of innocence, innocent and seductive.

It's so cute, Ning Hong thought, how could there be such a protagonist in the world?

At this moment, Hang Xiao closed his eyes slightly, squeezed out a trace of unintentional nagging from his clenched teeth, the sweat beads on his forehead were crumbling, and the crystal water droplets reflected the bright moonlight, reflecting a dazzling pale white.

Desire/fire burned his body, his heart itched unbearably, Ning Hong couldn't help it, he bent down, his thin lips parted slightly, wanting to lick off that drop of sweat——

A long-lost pain, caught off guard, struck from the void!

"hiss!"

Ning Hong couldn't help crying out in pain, his little finger trembled, and his forearm suddenly propped up his body.

Hang Xiao was startled by him, opened his eyes suddenly, and asked with concern: "Brother Ning, what's wrong with you?"

"...It's okay." Ning Hong gritted his teeth tightly and forced a smile, "It's okay, just a little accident."

... This damn electric shock, damn system rules!

The desire/fire has not faded, and there is another resentment in his chest, Ning Hong repeatedly shouted in his mind: "Pick the skin, pick the skin?"

He did this kind of thing to the protagonist, and the rules didn't punish him. Why did he want to kiss Hang Shi, but got an electric shock in exchange?

But after calling several times, his mind was still empty.

081, who used to sneer at Ning Hong when he saw him being shocked by electric shocks, completely silenced him now for some reason.

Ning Hong naturally didn't know that as early as he blocked Hang Shi by the window sill and proudly announced "I want to practice" in his mind, 081 packed his things cursingly and opened up a small white room for himself in the void. At the moment, he is huddled in the house, not hearing what is going on outside the window.

After shouting a few times, but no one responded, Ning Hong had no choice but to regain his composure and focus on Hang Xiao again.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with an explanation.

This intimate thing with Hang Xiaoshi was firstly influenced by that fierce love flower, and secondly, according to the description in the cheat book in his hand, he secretly obtained the protagonist's blood, which is considered to be a villain.

Only that kiss is the urging of emotion, the venting of love from the heart.

But as a villain, he can use the protagonist to steal the protagonist's physique. All he does is for a darker purpose, to hurt the protagonist one day in the future, and then be kicked away by the protagonist.

How could... truly fall in love with the protagonist?

But at this moment, Hang Xiao huddled in his arms, his hands clutching the quilt trembled violently, his back tensed suddenly, and a soft hum came out of the tip of his nose.

He possesses pure yang blood, and it is the first time to deliver blood essence at this time, which contains surging pure yang power, and the spiritual power flows like a round of scorching sun, slowly rising in the house.

Ning Hong's demonic body trembled slightly, and the spirit pill reflexively operated, trying to absorb the spiritual power in the house.

...but was forcefully suppressed by the youth's will.

While Yun Nian suppressed the reaction, the familiar pain of electric shock came again, the electric current continued continuously, and the intense sting pain made half of Ning Hong's forearm numb, and he could hardly feel his fingertips.

But he gritted his teeth and swallowed all the pain, resolutely unmoved.

No, Ning Hong thought, not now.

He didn't want to have the first intimate contact with Hang Xiao, which was full of use and deception.

If, as a villain, he is destined to go to the ending in the plot, then at least for now, he embraces Hang Xiao's tenacious moonlight, feels the young man's fiery breath on the bend of his neck, and has nothing but warmth in his heart.

It's not for practicing, just a pure, passionate intimacy.

Ning Hong didn't notice that the breath of the person in his arms was also very messy and short of breath, as if he was struggling to suppress something because he used all his strength to suppress the continuous pain in his fingertips.

Hang Shi was so painful that he almost bit off the tip of his tongue, screaming and cursing in his mind.

"Fuck, shit! Isn't it just to vent Yuanyang, as for being so shocking?"

He knew that he was the Holy Physique of Pure Yang, and if his Yuan Yang leaked out, he might not be able to practice the exercises obtained in the secret realm.

But now, the atmosphere is just right, Ning Hong wants to get close to him, and he is also happy in every possible way. If he wants to sleep in the arms of his sweetheart, his body will respond instinctively. How can he control it?

"The plot is that important?" Hang Shi gritted his teeth and cursed at the void, "Young master won't leave, what can you do to me?"

But no matter how angry Hang Shi was, the electric current in the void was unmoved, and he drilled into Hang Shi's fingertips on his own, spreading along the meridian, almost approaching the chest cavity.

In the small wooden house, after the enchantment, there was a moment of silence.

Both of them went all out, desperately suppressing the severe pain in their souls, and trying not to show their clues in front of each other.

Damn!

Hang Xiao swallowed angrily.

There was a fire burning in his heart, and the sparks of the stars spread across the wild in an instant. A strong thought surged in his mind, became clearer and clearer, and almost broke through the waves——

If he completely reversed the plot, what would the system rules do to him?

Big deal... electrocute yourself?

But what about death?

With a numb scalp and a trance, Hang Xiao's mind was surging, and he subconsciously thought: If he can have a heart-to-heart and love someone without distraction, even if the ending is death, he will...

"Ding--"

The long chime of the bell floated from the sky, its sound was like a yellow bell, deep and deep, and it swayed to every corner of Xinghezong along with the night wind.

The sudden appearance of the bell finally rescued the two from the long pain.

The moment the current disappeared, Hang Xiao's consciousness suddenly lightened, and he fell on Ning Hong's body. The two of them almost rolled around close to each other, and fell from the wooden bed to the floor.