I am the third prince of the dragon

The lonely moon hangs high on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and the Dole Valley is shrouded in silver light. Ao Luyi and Arman stand opposite each other on the ice-blue lake. The ground is full of flowers.

Ao Luyi closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a faint gray shadow on his lower eyelids, he made mudras with his hands, touched his fingertips, and put up a simple gesture on his chest, opened and closed his lips, and countless streamers of light came from under his feet It flew out of the ice layer and solidified into countless criss-crossing silver lines.

Arman's pale face looked even more illusory under the moonlight, fragile like a shadow, he looked at Ao Luyi without blinking, with a smile that was so faint that there was almost no trace at the corner of his mouth.

Ao Luyi closed his eyes, suddenly put his fingers together and pointed to the sky: "Get up!"

Tens of thousands of silver threads swimming under the ice layer rose from the ground, like a huge net, or like a huge palm, covering two-thirds of the entire icy lake upwards, slowly floating in the sky. Gathering and handing over, the sky is full of silver threads and ice silk, which is extremely beautiful.

This is the essence of Taiyin, that is, the Yuehua yarn that Ao Luyi practiced before. This time, it is different from the past. After receiving the water vapor from the ice lake, Ao Luyi refined the Yuehua yarn into silk, and weaved it into a formation in the ice layer. It can be said that it is foolproof to pull up a large net to restrain the dragon flame.

This is already the best measure that Ao Luyi can prepare. Everything here is specially designed to restrain fire, mountains, water, ice, moon, no matter what, it is impossible for Arman to lose control here.

Although he could not achieve such a complete strategy, after all, his force against Arman must be at the level of crushing—but the premise is that he can really make that move.

Borrowing the right time and place is different. At worst, he traps Arman and spends time with him here.

Ao Luyi opened his eyes in a complicated mood. His pupils had turned golden, and the deep and rich early light slowly flowed inside. Immediately afterwards, his hair color also faded, and the moon-white hair faded. The silk hangs down on the cheeks and floats with the cold wind, two blue-gold dragon horns grow on the forehead, and there are even colorful lights flashing faintly behind the head.

The breeze around him moved accordingly, almost showing the original form of the law. Although it is not necessary now, Ao Luyi is already cautious. Although he knows in his heart that the situation may not be serious, he still can't help it.

"Let's start, Arman, come a little bit." He said to Arman.

Arman lowered his eyelids, he sighed invisibly, then closed his eyes, letting the flames ignite.

The bright red sparks flew all over the sky like flying insects with the sudden increase in temperature. The extreme cold and heat collided in the air, and mist suddenly filled the lake. In the lingering mist, Arman's clothes After burning and peeling off, his gentle eyes were flooded by the magma-like radiance, and the center of the undulating bare chest revealed a red light, and the hot blood of the Dragon Clan burned and spread towards the limbs.

As the heat wave came, Ao Luyi raised his hand without blinking and summoned the true fire of Samadhi to surround him. The temperature brought by the tyrannical and fierce dragon flame was completely swallowed up by the gentle but long-lasting real fire.

Arman's body was tense in the mist, and his protruding muscles were secretly exerting force, but there were countless fiery red cracks under his skin, as if they were slowly devouring him.

He clenched his fists tightly, took deep breaths, his chest rose and fell, and felt the pain of the flame heart and nature being gradually released.

Ao Luyi heard the rumbling crackling sound coming from the ice layer under his feet, which echoed across the lake and even the valley like thunder.

He stepped down heavily, and the ice layer that was quickly melted by Arman stopped cracking immediately.

Arman closed his eyes, and he began to exercise his mind, but it was like throwing a stone into the raging tide, and he was quickly submerged.

However, he refused to give up at this point, and exhausted all his mental strength to resist the rapid expansion of Yanxin.

Through the water mist, Ao Luyi saw that the flame heart in Arman's chest seemed to have life, and it suddenly lit up between breaths, as if it was about to erupt immediately in the next moment, but then quickly withered away in the next moment, dim Like it's about to go off.

He was shocked in his heart, the rainbow light surrounding his body suddenly swelled, and his spiritual thoughts rushed towards Arman like an arrow, sinking into his chest.

Arman let out a low cry of pain. He opened his mouth, and suddenly his whole body tensed up. A stream of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. The wind uncontrollably lifted him up, convulsed in mid-air, and let out a mournful dragon's roar , the black wings stretched out from his back, struggling and unable to move, countless small spark spots suddenly appeared on the wing membrane connecting the bones, and then slowly expanded, like silk that had been burned out of the hole by the flames. .

Ao Luyi's face changed suddenly: "Arman!"

He got up flat and rushed towards Arman.

The dragon's flame, which he suppressed so hard, spread from his chest to his limbs and wings. It was a real burning, and the crimson flames ignited on the skin surface like a trapped beast ran around.

Flame Heart is out of control!

Ao Luyi was attacked by an unprecedented sense of fear. He didn't expect Arman to hold Yanxin's determination to suppress Yanxin even if he died, and Yanxin, who was driven to a dead end, struggled instinctively. Struggling, he could only start burning Arman's body in the end. If Arman didn't stop, he would be burned to death by his own dragon flame, and then the flame heart would be extinguished in the ashes of his body.

"Arman!! Stop!!!" Ao Luyi's clothes gradually ignited in the high temperature, but the temperature was not at all comparable to the temperature of close contact with the dragon flame.

He stretched out his hand to hold Arman's face, and immediately felt a terrible burning sensation in the palm of his hand, and tiny indigo scales quickly appeared on his white fingers, and spread towards his wrists, arms and even his body.

The pain made him almost change back to his original form to bear the damage, and the true fire of Samadhi was also burning rapidly to fight against the dragon flame.

And Ao Luyi could still feel the pain, he yelled at Arman uncontrollably: "Stop immediately!! Don't suppress Yanxin anymore!!"

He looked at Arman's face full of pain, and there were tiny fire lines on his face. The dragon flames burned from these cracks, as if they were absorbing his life force to burn.

Ao Luyi couldn't believe what would happen if he continued like this, his mind went blank, and then a flash of inspiration flashed quickly.

"Arman! Don't hurt yourself, you will die if you continue like this!"

"Let him go—let Flame Heart devour you."

Arman seemed to hear Ao Luyi's voice in the boundless pain, and he looked at Ao Luyi with burning eyes.

Ao Luyi's cheeks were reddened by the flames, and there were two clear water marks on his face, he didn't even know he was crying.

But Arman saw it, as if he suddenly saw a shining star in the sky in the boundless chaos that was biting him, watching him quietly.

"Trust me, Arman, let the flame heart burn."

After Ao Luyi finished speaking, Arman slowly closed his eyes.

He felt a gust of wind throwing himself away with great force, and the next moment, the dragon flame was overwhelming——

Ao Luyi's eyes were burned by the sudden burst of flames, but he didn't close them.

He saw a pair of huge black wings protruding from the dragon flames. Those wings were burned with countless scars and holes by the flames, but they were wrapped in strong winds and set off endless heat waves with the golden-red dragon flames.

Still holding Qinglin's slender fingers close together, he quickly changed his hand formula, pointed in front of him, and the Samadhi real fire danced and turned into dozens of blue flames, pulling out countless lines of fire from each other, and connecting them together. The lines are connected to form a magic circle, which firmly maintains Ao Luyi behind.

In the next second, a monstrous wave of fire rushed over the sky, and Ao Lu Yiyue's white curly hair moved with the wind, revealing his tight jaw line and burning red earlobes.

The samadhi real fire in front of him absorbed all the dragon flames more than ten meters away, and never refused to come.

However, the ice layer reinforced by him under his feet was overwhelmed, and began to collapse rapidly under the burning of the violent dragon flames, and the entire valley reverberated with terrible cracking sounds.

The trapped formation formed by the essence of the sun clings to the ice layer, Ao Luyi squatted down without hesitation, with the power wrapped in his palms, he slapped down on the ice layer fiercely.

The endless frost and cold quickly spread towards the surface of the lake, ice edges rose from the ground, and the biting cold pierced into the flames like a sharp sword.

The moonlight silver thread was scorched by the dragon flames, and its roots were quenched by the extremely intense flames. It tightly wrapped the flames inside, making it nowhere to go.

A howl of the Dragon Clan, which almost shook the world, resounded through the entire empty valley.

Long Yan's fierce power that seemed to burn everything gradually calmed down, slowly gathered, and gradually dimmed in the lingering water mist rising from the entire lake, leaving only sparks flying all over the sky.

Ao Luyi's pounding heartbeat did not stop, he watched closely the fading fire in the water mist, quickly put away the real fire of Samadhi, raised his hand and waved it, a gust of breeze blew past, blowing the dense fog away scattered.

He raised his foot and walked over, taking every step cautiously.

The moonlight finally penetrated the mist again, and shone on the lake.

The ice layer on the surface of the lake is no longer as smooth as it used to be. It is covered with icicles and thorns, piercing sharply towards the wisps of moonlight.

Ao Luyi took a deep breath, and the next moment, the glittering ice crystals all over the ground shattered into glittering and shining powders, which floated to the sky with the wind, as if the Milky Way all over the sky had fallen on the lake.

The formation also dissipated in the moonlight, and the silver threads all over the sky swayed and broke into countless light spots, slowly melting into the soft moonlight.

Ao Luyi stepped on the ground and flickered the starlight, and finally saw Arman.

The violently vibrating heart in his chest finally settled down. Arman stood intact in the mist, and the shiny powder fell on his hair and body. He closed his eyes, and his chest was still hot and shiny, with residual flames Peripheral vision.

On his long eyelashes there were sparkling icy spots, and his expression was calm and dazed, as if he was feeling the coldness on his face.

Ao Luyi also closed his eyes heavily, feeling that a heavy stone finally fell to the ground.

He walked up to Alman and held out his hand to him.

Arman lowered his head slowly, still didn't open his eyes, but as if he could see him, he gently put his hand in his palm.

"Okay, go back."

Ao Luyi felt an unprecedented sense of stability, as well as a sense of comfort that was lost and found again.

Looking at Arman's face, he seemed to feel that Arman had changed a little bit, as if after being burned by the flame heart, he looked more mature.

He no longer looks like a beautiful young man who is admired by a banshee. His slightly curly black hair rests on Arman's deeper browbones. The neat and calm lines engrave the outline of an adult male. His slightly thin cheeks The clear jaw line endowed his face with an indifferent and noble magic, the long eyelashes closed quietly, the skin looked white and pale under the moonlight, and the lips were still rose petals that bloomed from the fire.

I don't know when Arman was much taller than him. His strong body has a sense of presence that cannot be ignored, his limbs are slender, and his distinct muscles seem to reflect the moonlight peaks.

Arman didn't speak all the way back to the villa, but Ao Luyi didn't notice this.

He asked Arman to get dressed, and Ao Luyi's own clothes were burned to tatters by the dragon flames. He simply took a shower, and then walked to the fireplace in the living room.

Raising his hand, raging flames jumped up in the unlit room, illuminating the front of the fireplace.

In the light of the fire, a notebook was quietly spread out on the marble coffee table.

Ao Luyi walked to the coffee table and slowly picked it up.

In the flickering fire, he opened the notebook with complicated eyes.

On the yellowed parchment is a portrait drawn by the owner of the notebook not earlier today.

It's Ao Luyi.

Arman didn't spend a lot of time fine-tuning it, but it was enough for people to recognize the people he drew at the first sight.

Ao Luyi's fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the parchment, recalling his expression at that time in a trance.

Did I look like this?

On the paper, he was leaning on the sofa, looking to one side with his chin propped on one arm, and he was looking at the fireplace at the time, because being Alman's model made him restless, and he could only watch Trying to distract myself by the fireplace.

But in Alman's pen, he propped his cheeks, but his expression looked calm, and there was even a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ao Luyi suddenly felt a scorching gaze from behind, he turned his head, and immediately met Arman's eyes in the darkness.

Arman stood in the shadow behind the sofa, still completely naked. He opened his eyes—golden flames were burning in those eyes, and the endless desire and heat seemed to burn the darkness of the room into chaos.

There was an undisguised strange expression on his face, and his eyes flickered like wild animals hunting.

The next moment, he really rushed towards Ao Luyi like a wild beast, his tense and bulging muscles were full of animal nature, and almost instantly threw the defenseless Ao Luyi down on the hard oak floor superior.

The notebook fell to the ground with a thud.

Ao Luyi just widened his eyes, the flames in the fireplace danced, the light and shadow were delivered on Arman's deep and distinct face, and his eyes dimmed in the darkness.

His arms were quickly restrained, and a rough, hot kiss fell on his lips.

"Al..."

Ao Luyi began to struggle, but Arman seemed to be a completely different person. What he did was to counter Ao Luyi's struggle fiercely, with great strength and pain.

Arman kissed him in a way similar to biting and licking, and very rudely silenced his struggling voice and all his anger. Ao Luyi's heart was broken, and his eyes gradually turned golden.

However, he suddenly saw the faintly glowing flame heart in Arman's chest, the dragon's heart in the chest, and the tightly entwined statue of the god.

He fell into hesitation because of this, and a secret heat wave gradually rose in the whole room, burning people out of their wits and losing all firm determination in a daze.

The bathrobe she was wearing was burnt to tatters by the dragon flames and could be torn apart easily. As a result, all the bottom lines collapsed, and Ao Luyi gradually fell into a climax as Arman gradually found a way to kiss.

Arman's lips were burning hot against his skin, as if he had left a lasting scar. The pain caused him to raise his head, his jaw and neck stretched into a line, and a hiss of collapse came out of his throat, and then Arman lowered his head , lightly bit the quivering throat with his teeth, and swept the tip of his tongue all the way.

His ankles were tightly held in Arman's palm, his eyes were squinted wet all over his body, he was unconsciously looking at the beams on the ceiling, his eyes were shaking, everything was ignorant and enthusiastic, he only felt that the wooden floor was hiccupping his shoulder blades pain.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the glowing red light reflected the human body texture covered with a layer of sweat beads, tense and undulating, like a boundless ocean.

Ao Luyi felt that Arman seemed to have regained consciousness later, because he saw tears in his burning golden red eyes, and when he blinked, it fell on his neck, which was so hot.

"Why are you crying?" He whispered, his voice hoarse, he raised his hand to hold Arman's face, squinted his foggy eyes, raised his jaw and kissed him lightly on his lips.

Arman then closed his eyes, his wet eyelashes trembling, and fell into the endless vortex with him.

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