The beautiful god of war just wants to raise a dog [Quick Transmigration]

Wangjiang Tower.

There was a young gentleman sitting at the window on the second floor. The young gentleman had hair tied in a jade hairpin, and his figure was tall and straight. His originally clear face was slightly sharp because of his narrow and dark phoenix eyes. He was playing with a jade flute in one hand, and pressed the jug with the other , poured himself a cup.

When raising his glass, he happened to see a figure passing by under the window, so he didn't worry about it for a while, he watched that person walking upstairs slowly with a smile, and stopped in front of him amidst a crowd of amazed or searching gazes.

The corners of his lips curled up, his dark eyes glowed with a little light, and Yin Fuhan showed an extremely soft expression on his face:

"It's not easy. It's the first time I've seen the true face of the Song leader after a few months. I miss it very much." His eyes swept across Song Shu's unobstructed face, and then looked at his eye-catching red dress.From the delicate and complicated dark patterns on the edge of the robe, to the black leather belt that outlines the slender waistline, to the slender jade fingers hidden in the wide cuffs...the waterfall-like blue silk is tied up casually with a red hairband, almost Wisps of black hair fluttered with the breeze, blowing across this astonished face.

"Don't sit down, let me see." Yin Fuhan stood up before he sat down, held the wrist through the sleeve, and brought him in front of him, "Tsk, you are so well dressed to see me, Are you not afraid of me thinking too much?"

Song Shu was suddenly dragged around half a circle by him, then knocked off the opponent's hand with a folding fan, and sat down opposite Yin Fuhan with a blank expression.

"Stop talking nonsense." He slapped his folding fan on the table, and said in a cold voice, "Let's get down to business."

"Hey, why are you so confused..."

That day when Yin Fuhan kissed him, Song Shu chased and fought him on the lake, and after he was almost out of anger, his mind cleared up.Although Yin Fuhan poisoned himself, in the past few years, there have been many cases where he almost destroyed the opponent. There is only Yin Fuhan's unilateral hatred for him between the two, and he has no reason to hate each other.

However, Yin Fuhan's attitude has been ambiguous recently, perhaps because he is really interested in him, or he just wants to join forces with him.After all, neither of them is a decent family. After entering the Central Plains, they will be grasshoppers on the same rope. As long as their interests do not conflict, Song Shu is willing to sit down and have a good talk with him.

But this person's temperament is really bad, and his glib tongue is out of shape, so it's easy to lose patience with him.

For example, at this time, he handed over the wine glass and wiped oil on the back of his hand.

"Tell me, what is the reason why you repeatedly obstructed me from killing Jiang Yan? I'm afraid your purpose is not only to sleep with him, right?"

"Otherwise, there must be other reasons?" Song Shuqian took a sip of the wine in the glass, the wine was transparent with a hint of blue green, sweet and mellow in the mouth, with a mellow aroma.

"There must be." Yin Fuhan squinted his eyes, and said again, "You can't really like Jiang Yan anymore. If you say yes, I will take my sword and kill him now."

"You can't beat him." Song Shu stated the facts calmly, and then without waiting for the other party to defend, he added: "You and I work together to give it a try."

Yin Fuhan carefully looked at the person in front of him with his long narrow phoenix eyes. After a long time, his expression finally calmed down, and his tone changed accordingly.

"There used to be two great masters who were known to everyone in the Jianghu. They passed away one after another a few years ago, but each left behind a treasure of martial arts. One of the martial arts secret books is called Chasing the Moon, and a The meticulously forged sword is named Luofeng Ghost Sword. It is said that if you cultivate this internal strength and seize this precious sword, you can become world-class martial arts and dominate the martial arts world. It attracted countless masters to compete for it, and was finally picked by Lu Pengfei, the leader of the martial arts alliance. However, due to physical reasons, Lu Pengfei I can’t practice other skills, so I decided to leave them to my successors. As far as I know, in order to avoid further disputes, the cheats have now been handed over to a hero who has the ability to guard them.”

Song Shu listened to him while drinking, and then said concisely, "The secret book is yours, I want the Luofeng Ghost Sword."

Yin Fuhan smiled slightly, "It's easy to discuss, if you can get it, you and I can exchange ideas."

Song Shu didn't respond, but asked, "Are you sure that the secret book is with Jiang Yan?"

"Sure." Yin Fuhan asked back, "How can you be sure that the saber is in the Chongyun Gate?"

"I'm just speculating. Since you said that the secret book was given to Jiang Yan, he is the default martial arts leader, so the sword should also be given to him. Moreover, there are many disciples in Chongyunmen, and Jiang's reputation as a hero, so it is naturally better than putting it in Guiyan. The villa is safe." Song Shu paused, "What's more, I have traveled all over the villa, and I haven't found any trace of the ghost knife."

Yin Fuhan twirled the flute leisurely in his hand, and Yin Fuhan smiled, "So that's the case, I said why you insisted on staying there, and thought you really liked someone."

Song Shu ignored this question, and asked some details about the cheat book and Luofeng Ghost Knife, Yin Fuhan also knew everything, and answered all of them.

Speaking of which, the atmosphere became more relaxed, and the man filled him with wine, "What do you want to eat? The eight-treasure duck in this restaurant tastes very good, as well as sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root and sweet-and-sour fish..."

"I don't like sweet-scented osmanthus."

"Okay, then don't want candied lotus root." He smiled, and his tone seemed a little indulgent.

But Song Shu knew that Yin Fuhan didn't tell him everything, but he also concealed some things.After all, the two have been enemies for so many years, and it is impossible for them to meet honestly overnight.

While they were drinking together, there was a sudden commotion outside.Yin Fuhan lowered his eyes and said, "Isn't this Jiang Daxia? What a coincidence."

Hearing the name, Song Shu also stopped his chopsticks and followed to look over, and sure enough, he saw that figure standing out from the crowd in the noisy market.

"It looks like—" Yin Fuhan stared at the bottom, while relaying to him, "he's doing chivalry, look at him beating up that rich man and his lackeys... Tsk, you guys dare to fight Jiang Daxia ? A little finger beat you until your parents didn't recognize you."

Song Shu, on the other hand, looked down at the man quietly, Jiang Yan stood tall, and the people beside him with swollen noses and swollen faces all curled up and shivered, and finally he said "Get out", and these people dared to leave in a hurry .

"Hero Jiang is really a good person. If I were not, I wouldn't be so busy." Yin Fuhan watched the man help the old man who was being bullied by the bully, and then took out a few coins and handed them to him, saying indifferently.

Song Shu didn't speak, and passed the wine glass to his lips again. The rich aroma of the wine wafted from the tip of his nose, and he asked casually, "What kind of wine is this?"

"Zhuyeqing, the signboard of this store. Do you like it? Would you like to make a pot for you to take away?"

Zhuyeqing... Song Shu suddenly thought of the green snake that bit him, and the other party's wet lips, firm back, and fingers holding the scabbard in the dark.

But that night, Jiang Yan's attitude towards him returned to the original indifference the next day.Maybe it's because he saw the kiss between himself and Shang Yue, maybe...the other party couldn't accept him.

"He is indeed a good man." Looking up to drink the wine in the glass, Song Shu's eyes flickered slightly, and said lightly.

It's a pity that such a person cannot be tolerated by the leader of the Demon Cult.

While in a trance, Yin Fuhan suddenly grabbed the hand holding the wine glass, and then a strong force struck, Yin Fuhan lowered his voice: "Go quickly."

As he said that, he threw a piece of silver on the table, "Jiang Yan saw me, hurry up."

Song Shu shook off his hand in displeasure, "You go your way, it has nothing to do with me."

Anyway, he didn't wear a mask today, and his dressing style was very different. Jiang Yan would definitely not recognize him.

"We're a gang now."

"You can break up at any time."

"...I know how to heal Yan Ling's face, do you want to hear it?"

"..."

Song Shu followed Yin Fuhan and flew over the eaves and walls, but Jiang Yan's lightness skills were obviously not inferior to the two of them. He was about to propose to part ways, but Yin Fuhan turned around and grabbed his shoulders, and jumped off the roof.

The other party dragged him into a crowded place, and plunged into a crowded restaurant.

When Song Shu entered the door, he covered his face with a fan and looked back. Jiang Yan stood at the door with a sword in hand, with a bad and embarrassed expression, because he was surrounded by several women.

?G, where do so many women come from?

Soon, he found that he was also trapped in the pile of makeup and powder, all kinds of fragrances went straight to his nose, his eyes were covered with white flesh color, and all kinds of ambiguous and explicit warblers and swallows were heard by his ears——he Finally figured out where it was.

brothel.

Yin Fuhan, that shameless bastard.

But there are even more bastards. Seeing more and more women around him, Yin Fuhan raised his hand and tore off the red hairband on the back of Song Shu's head. Three thousand black hairs scattered like a waterfall, instantly covering half of his face, and then he Yin Fuhan pressed his head into his arms, and the man put one arm around his shoulder, and calmly blocked the gorgeous women around him from getting close to him with the other hand.

"Sorry, I already have a girl I like, please, please."

Song Shu was carried upstairs by him half in his arms and half in his arms. The man's arms were muscular, and he didn't know whether it was nervousness or something. He clamped his waist tightly like a branding iron, and opened the door to any room at random.

The woman who was sitting by the table and doing her makeup was first startled when she saw the two people coming in, and then smiled pleasantly when she saw Yin Fuhan's handsome face, but before he could make a sound, a silver needle was thrown at him by the man It pierced into the acupuncture point and passed out on the desk.

Yin Fuhan directly carried Song Shu onto the bed.

The dark red bed curtains hung down, layers upon layers of ambiguous and hazy, he hugged Song Shu to his chest, and stretched his arms around his body.

"What are you doing? Let go."

Song Shu broke his hand and went out, but before one foot stepped out of the gauze curtain, he was hugged back again, "Don't make trouble, do you bump into him when you want to go out?"

Yin Fuhan lowered his voice, put his chin on his shoulder from behind, and breathed on his neck, "Listen, his steps are still outside, call him twice quickly, and drive him away."

How could Song Shu not know what he meant, and said coldly, "Dream."

"Okay, then I'll call."

As he said that, Yin Fuhan pushed the man down on the bed, buried his head in and took a deep sniff at the long black hair that had been parted just now, like sparkling water waves, and then Song Shu heard the man's low and forbearing panting , like a beast, ready to go.

"..." Song Shu's ears were stained with blood little by little, and Yin Fuhan's hand holding him was getting tighter and tighter, and his lips moved inch by inch from his hair to his cheeks, and finally buried them in his neck, kissing The thin skin on his neck, the irregular movement of his hands...

Yin Fuhan sucked his white jade-like earlobe in his mouth, and at the same time, he rubbed his broad palm behind his back, like stroking the back of a cat——

"Um……"

The voices of the two were intertwined, so the footsteps at the door paused slightly, and then left quietly.

Yin Fuhan still refused to let him go, leaning his elbows on the bed, he looked at Song Shu appreciatively, seeing his peachy cheeks, icy muscles and fine bones.He didn't want to show it to himself, so he unfolded the folding fan to cover half of his face, but his fingers were well-grown, soft and white, with fine powder at the fingertips, Yin Fuhan grabbed his wrist, bowed his head to kiss his hand, a Kissing again and again, and finally raised his head, his dark pupils firmly grabbed him: "Master Song, the red candle tent is warm and the atmosphere is just right, how about... let's sleep."

Song Shu grabbed his hand hard, expressionless, "Jiang Yan has already left, let go, I want to go back."

Yin Fuhan gave a half-smile, and snorted lightly, the evil and arrogance in his eyes finally released:

"Let go?" His voice was magnetic and lazy, "Master Song... Is your Bai Meixiang about to explode?"

After a while...

"You... despicable... shameless... bastard..."

"Yeah, I am." Yin Fuhan responded, and put his slightly trembling hands on his face, "Are you angry? Just do it when you are angry, you are welcome."

Song Shu was so angry that the tails of his eyes turned red, and his chest heaved.

"Oh, don't bite yourself, I will feel bad if you bite yourself."

The person on the bed was wearing a red shirt scattered around the soft couch, his black hair was disheveled, and his complexion was as white as new snow, because Yin Fuhan forcibly stimulated his passion, and was stained with an intoxicating thin red.A layer of sweat oozed from his forehead and the tip of his nose, his white teeth clenched his lips tightly, trying not to make a sound.

Seeing that he was still suppressed, Yin Fuhan stretched out two fingers to pinch his chin to let him loosen, lowered his head and hooked the soft tongue and kissed forcefully, making the person whimper softly, he was forced to lift his chin to bear it, unable to swallow His saliva slid down the corner of his mouth, and when he separated, a piece of water was involved.

"Are you uncomfortable? I can't bear it anymore, okay?"

"I'm no worse than your subordinate. Why don't you let me come instead of going back to sleep with him? I'll take good care of you."

"Be good, just think I'm helping you detoxify."

"Woo..." The scorching heat came one after another, Song Shu was dizzy, and he couldn't say no. The frost and snow in his eyes melted into a sea, and the passion that swept through it fluttered, and he looked so pitiful, " Then you still don't..."

hurry up.

Yin Fuhan couldn't help laughing, raised his brows jokingly, and put his fingers on him more aggressively, "I thought Hierarch Song was a cold-hearted ice beauty who can only be watched from a distance and not be played with... Who knows that when the ice and snow melt, It has become a pool of spring water."

As he spoke, he took out his messy hand under his robe, and his bamboo-like fingers were stained with "teardrops" from nowhere: "Look, spring water is flowing out."

Song Shu's brain roared, and he opened his eyes wide to see Yin Fuhan licking the moisture from his fingertips on his lips, leaving nothing behind, then bowed his head and smiled into his ear:

"Master, you are so sweet."

Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, Song Shu whimpered and turned his head away, it turned out that he was bullied and cried.

The incense candles in the room are soft and warm, and the incense burner on the table is exuding a strong fragrance.The figures in the tent overlap, and the spring color is thick.

……

Yan Ling was sitting in the room waiting for Song Shu to come back, when there was a knock on the door, she happily ran to open the door, and then she was dumbfounded.

Yin Fuhan held a tightly wrapped person in his arms, walked in without even saying hello, and gently put the person on the bed.

Yan Ling stared at him blankly, the corner of the man's mouth curled into a smile, and the tenderness in the corners of his brows and eyes was something she had never seen before.

After taking off Song Shu's shoes and socks and covering him with the quilt, Yin Fuhan turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at him, "What's wrong, I don't know your master anymore?"

"...Master, master." Yan Ling swallowed her saliva, looked at him, then at the leader on the bed, "You..."

"I was put to sleep by your leader." Yin Fuhan opened his clothes and sat down at the table, "When I have time, I will describe the details with you. Remember to tell that person surnamed Shang verbatim, especially when he praised me for being tighter. Something more comfortable."

"...?"

"Come here now and let me see your face."

Yan Ling sat down on the table slowly in a daze, but still kept looking at Song Shu, and it took a long time to digest this fact.

"Master, since you are willing to sleep with the leader, why don't you completely detoxify him?"

Yin Fuhan glanced at her, "How did I teach you? This Baimeixiang is so fierce that it cannot be removed by force. It doesn't matter whether it is internal force or antidote, it can only be relieved, otherwise it will easily arouse the toxicity."

"Oh……"

After a while, Yan Ling recalled the way he looked at Song Shu just now, and asked, "Master, do you... regret it?"

Yin Fuhan's hands stopped, his eyes moved slightly, "Regret?" His expression was not disturbed, "I should be regretting it."

But he has no right to regret it, because...if it wasn't for this Bai Meixiang, how could he have had sex with that person.

"Your face...it's quite difficult to cure. You need to go to the Yellow Crane Valley to get several precious medicinal materials."

He clicked his tongue twice, "I heard that the man surnamed Shang went to the Yellow Crane Valley to find that old man to learn Buddhist scriptures and was driven back? It wouldn't be much better for me."

"Well, the pharmacist doesn't want to see people."

"Why don't you just stop treating it, it's really pretty."

"What did you say?"

Suddenly there was a voice behind him, Yin Fuhan turned his head, Song Shu woke up at some point, and was sitting on the side of the bed looking at him coldly.

"Hey, my beauty is awake?" Yin Fuhan immediately left Yan Ling and sat on the side of the bed, raising his hand to caress his forehead, but Song Shu stopped him.

"Let's be clear first, can it be cured?"

"It can be cured, it can be cured." Yin Fuhan took his hand into his palm with a smile, put it to his lips and kissed it, "Isn't it just medicinal materials, if he doesn't give it to me, he will grab it, if he can't grab it, then I will steal it."

The man looked at him with half-closed eyes, and the warmth in his eyes was very touching, but he didn't know if it was true or not:

"Don't worry, go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire. If you want, I will give up my life and get it back for you."