Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui chuckled: "You are really a fool."

His lips were stained with the blood sucked from Jiang Wuqi's heart, but this smile was not at all weird, on the contrary, it was extremely gorgeous, making the red dress on his body dim in an instant.

Feng Rugui had said many times that he was really a fool, and he was right in his words. If he wasn't a fool, why would it take him so long to understand his intentions? After he found out that he was infatuated with Feng Rugui's body At that time, he was already happy with Feng Rugui, right?Or earlier, in Yuxiu Town, when Feng Rugui threatened to self-mutilate and kissed the scars all over his body, causing the scars to swell slightly, he was already happy with Feng Rugui?

And if he wasn't a fool, how could he let Feng Rugui lose his memory?

Surrounded by splendor and splendor, Feng Rugui is here to deal with it, so he can enjoy the rich clothes and fine food as he pleases?

Feng Rugui also calls himself "Gu", and presumably has monstrous power.

Compared to eating and sleeping with him, Feng Rugui should be living a happy life now, right?

Jiang Wuqi stared at Feng Rugui, and said softly, "Rugui, are you happy now?"

"Don't call me lonely." Feng Rugui felt a little better after drinking Jiang Wuqi's blood, "What does it matter to you whether you live happily or not?"

"As far as you are concerned, it has nothing to do with Pindao, but Pindao sincerely hopes that you can live happily." Jiang Wuqi was sucked a lot of blood, his voice was lowered, and he struggled to speak.

Seeing this, Feng Rugui was afraid that Jiang Wuqi would die and would no longer have such delicious blood to drink, so he raised his voice and said, "Send the imperial doctor."

Jiang Wuqi frantically moved his fingers, grabbed some of Feng Rugui's sleeves, and said with an air of gossamer: "Pindao is fine, you don't have to worry, since you want to drink the blood of Pindao, Pindao will definitely not be with you." Die before you get enough."

After all, his breath became weaker: "As if at home, where is the coat that the poor Taoist hides in his heart? Can you return it to the poor Taoist?"

——That piece of robe was the only thing Rugui left him before he lost his memory.

"What's the use of that ragged sleeve?" Feng Rugui replied with a smile, "I don't know where I am, it should have been thrown away."

"Did you lose it?" Jiang Wuqi concentrated his mind, regardless of his physical condition, he urged his inner breath, and in an instant, all the iron chains wrapped around his limbs were broken.

He tried his best to sit up, fearing that Feng Rugui would feel sick again, he just put Feng Rugui's wrists together in his palms, and said in his ear: "Hurry up and order someone to find that piece of robe."

Feng Rugui was eager to break free from Jiang Wuqi's embrace, but when he did, his wrists were firmly held by Jiang Wuqi. Jiang Wuqi's slightly rough palm skin pressed against his delicate wrist skin, which made him tremble again, and said sharply: "It's disgusting!"

Sure enough, Feng Rugui, who had lost his memory, hated him so much that he would feel disgusted even if he touched his wrist.

But even if Feng Rugui didn't lose his memory, would he still feel disgusted facing this broken sleeve who coveted his body?

Jiang Wuqi's heart ached so badly that he could hardly breathe, but he couldn't bear the piece of robe that Feng Rugui had left for him, so he could only threaten calmly: "You order someone to find that piece of robe, and Pindao will let go of it." Your hands."

Feng Rugui always hated being coerced by others, but because his belly was churning endlessly, he had to compromise and said: "You let go first."

There was still blood gushing from Jiang Wuqi's heart, which wet the bed under him, and he was untied by Feng Rugui, and the blood mixed with the hair that was spread on the bed.

As the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, Feng Rugui was afraid that Jiang Wuqi would die, so he had no choice but to agree, "I'm alone."

"Okay, Pindao believes you." Jiang Wuqi immediately let go of Feng Rugui's wrists, and then lay down.

Feng Rugui pressed Jiang Wuqi's heart with one hand, and covered his lips with the other.

Jiang Wuqi looked straight at Feng Rugui, showing a miserable smile: "You don't need to press this wound, Pindao won't die for a while."

"It's good if you don't die." Feng Rugui immediately withdrew his hand, turned and left.

After that, Jiang Wuqi ushered in the imperial doctor. After the imperial doctor bandaged him, another attendant stripped off his blood-stained obscene clothes, put on a clean obscene clothes, and then changed the bedding.

After that, he ushered in the craftsman, and his limbs were once again entangled by iron chains.

The previous iron chain was made of ordinary wrought iron, but the current iron chain is made of dark iron.

He didn't struggle at all, but looked forward to the fiery red robes.

But after day after day, that piece of robe did not return to his palm, his palm was always empty, and even Feng Rugui never appeared again.

Why did Feng Rugui spend so much time searching for a piece of clothing, so Feng Rugui pretended to accept it in order to break free from his restraint?

During this period, only the imperial doctor who changed the dressing and the attendants who fed him paid attention to Jiang Wuqi, the meals he brought were both meat and vegetables, Jiang Wuqi didn't want to break the precept, and because of this weirdness, he didn't eat a drop of water.

Every time Jiang Wuqi asked them if they found the robe and where Feng Rugui was, they all remained silent.

Like home, Pindao misses you very much.

If you are at home, I am happy with you.

I don't know how many days later, Feng Rugui finally showed up. He took off his red clothes and put on a Chinese attire. He dressed up like a man, his eyebrows and eyes faded, making him look more elegant. Lining, the extravagance is compelling.

It was rare for him to feel at ease, he walked in front of Jiang Wuqi, and said in confusion, "I heard that you haven't had a single drop of water in these eighteen days, why are you still alive, could it be that you have already bigued?"

Jiang Wuqi replied: "Poverty Dao is close to bigu, I have eaten a meal, but I don't eat a single rice in three months."

He had said this to Feng Rugui before, but Feng Rugui probably didn't remember it anymore.

"Really?" Feng Rugui smiled and said, "Then I'll starve you for three months."

"As you please." Jiang Wuqi looked at Feng Rugui, "Did you find that piece of robe?"

Feng Rugui smiled very sweetly: "That piece of robe, I put it away for you. One day, when Gu is in a better mood, I will reward you with that robe."

"Rugui..." Jiang Wuqi's brows and eyes were full of pity, "Rugui, do you really not remember anything?"

"Did Gu allow you to call Gu Rugui?" Feng Rugui raised his palm, but for some reason he was a little bit hesitant to do so.

Seeing this, Jiang Wuqi was overwhelmed with joy and surprise, and said eagerly, "Rugui, what do you remember?"

"Gu has never lost his memory, how can he remember it or not." Feng Rugui pulled a silk handkerchief sullenly, and stuffed it into Jiang Wuqi's mouth, "You talk too much, if you continue to do this, Gu will Cut off your tongue."

After finishing speaking, he slapped Jiang Wuqi across the face, and then tore open Jiang Wuqi's front collar, exposing the wound, and peeled off the blood scab on it with his teeth.

Jiang Wuqi trembled instinctively, but his eyes were calm and peaceful, looking at Feng Rugui with his head buried in his heart lovingly.

After peeling off the blood scab, there is a thin layer of new flesh, which bursts open in the mouth when bitten lightly with the tip of the teeth, just like biting a juicy fresh lychee.

The taste of the blood flowing into the mouth was indescribably wonderful, so much so that Feng Rugui's perception of the Taoist priest under him changed a little.

Although the Taoist was talking nonsense all day long, not feminine enough, and kissing him forcefully, his gentle eyebrows and eyes were actually quite eye-catching.

Feng Rugui had sucked blood, called the imperial doctor to stop the bleeding, took out the silk handkerchief stuffed in Jiang Wuqi's mouth, threw it away, and then sat down beside Jiang Wuqi's bed.

As soon as Jiang Wuqi's lips and teeth were free, he begged: "If you return, can you return that piece of clothes to the poor?"

Feng Rugui leaned down slightly, breathed on Jiang Wuqi's face exactly, and said with a light smile, "Couldn't that piece of clothing belong to your sweetheart?"

The sweetheart, Feng Rugui is indeed his sweetheart, but he can't tell Feng Rugui to listen.

Feng Rugui in front of him would retch even being kissed by him, how could he be willing to be regarded as his sweetheart?

Therefore, Jiang Wuqi avoided the important and said lightly: "The poor Taoist really has a sweetheart."

Feng Rugui said sarcastically: "You Taoist priest refuses to eat meat and meat, you must be a monk. Isn't a sweetheart breaking the rules and regulations?"

Jiang Wuqi's eyes were firm and gentle: "If he is willing to give Pindao a chance to get close to him, even if he doesn't accept Pindao's wishes, Pindao will return to vulgarity for him."

"You are the seed of infatuation." Feng Rugui smiled viciously, "How about I capture your sweetheart to be with you?"

Jiang Wuqi sighed lowly: "He's gone, how can you catch him?"

Yes, his Feng Rugui is no longer there.

Now Feng Rugui regards him as filth and only uses him as a container for blood.

"Isn't there anymore? It's a pity." Feng Rugui changed the subject, "You seem to be very restrained, but I want to see what it's like to have sex with your sweetheart, but it will be chaotic, but I will ask for it in every possible way. ?”

Intercourse with Feng Rugui?

How should men have intercourse?

Besides, Feng Rugui is definitely not willing, whether it is Feng Rugui who loved to act coquettishly at him before, or Feng Rugui who is so disgusted by his kisses so close at hand.

feel at home...

Jiang Wuqi whispered in his heart, then raised his head again, and said to Feng Rugui with concern: "There must be something strange here, Rugui, you should be careful."

Feng Rugui felt uncomfortable being looked at by Jiang Wuqi, and couldn't help but sneered: "You have a sweetheart, but you still forcefully kiss Yugu, you are really a heartless man, if he is not dead, he will definitely abandon you."

Jiang Wuqi smiled wryly: "Pindao and him have never been together, and Pindao has never even expressed his love to him, how can he abandon him?"

"So it's unrequited love?" Feng Rugui asked suspiciously, "Then why did he leave a piece of clothes for you?"

Jiang Wuqi replied: "He didn't leave the clothes for the poor man, but the clothes were accidentally torn from him by the poor man."

Feng Rugui speculated: "Why did you tear off a piece of clothing from him? Could it be that you tried to force him and he escaped?"

Jiang Wuqi shook his head and said, "That's not the case. When Pindao separated from him, Pindao didn't understand his feelings for him at all."

Feng Rugui asked curiously again: "Then how did he die?"

Jiang Wuqi murmured: "He didn't pass away, he's just gone."

"Gu talks to you with good intentions, but you dare to fool Yu Gu." Feng Rugui said angrily, "Since he hasn't passed away, why isn't he here?"

Jiang Wuqi looked at Shangfeng Rugui's eyes full of anger, and said softly: "Pindao is not fooling you, Rugui, he really is gone."

Feng Rugui was so angry that he slapped Jiang Wuqi across the face: "Can't you play Gu as a fool?"

"Pindao has never played tricks..." Before Jiang Wuqi finished speaking, Feng Rugui blocked his tongue with a silk handkerchief.

Feng Rugui was impatient to talk nonsense with Jiang Wuqi, turned around, opened the door and walked out.

Jiang Wuqi looked at the direction where Feng Rugui disappeared, and closed his eyes wearily.

As soon as he closed his eyes, many past events rushed forward, all of which were vividly remembered, but his Feng Rugui was no longer there.

The Feng Rugui who endured the torment of the addiction and refused to drink his blood; the Feng Rugui who stripped off his clothes at the mass grave for him to examine the scars; the Feng Rugui who forcibly grabbed his hand and forced his thrush; Feng Rugui who fed him; straddled his waist, bent down to kiss him; Feng Rugui who stripped his clothes off and kissed his wounds; every time he asked, it was very painful , would answer Feng Rugui that it doesn't hurt...but that Feng Rugui is no longer there.

How should he be?

Is it so stuck here?

I don't know what happened to Fu's mother who fell into the soul-calling well before him and Feng Rugui?

What happened to Huixin who he had forgotten in the market?

He has to leave here to find the person behind the scenes, but Feng Rugui will not go with him, even if he finds the person behind the scene and finds a way to return to the mortal world, what's the point?

Like home, like home, Pindao misses you very much.

A few more days and nights later, Feng Rugui appeared in front of Jiang Wuqi again.

Feng Rugui's complexion was red, and he was so drunk that he couldn't even open his mouth to suck blood. The incense on his body mixed with the smell of alcohol and rouge rushed into Jiang Wuqi's nasal cavity wantonly.

Feng Rugui fell on Jiang Wuqi's heart, exhaling steadily, as if he was close when he had not lost his memory.

Jiang Wuqi wrestled his right hand out of the black iron, tremblingly caressed Feng Rugui's thin back, and kissed Feng Rugui's forehead.

Feng Rugui didn't wake up, and suddenly muttered twice.

Jiang Wuqi couldn't hear clearly, he only knew that Feng Rugui was unhappy.

When Feng Rugui woke up, he found himself lying on Jiang Wuqi's heart. First, he bit Jiang Wuqi's wound hard, sucked a mouthful of blood, and then grabbed Jiang Wuqi's neck, and said with an alcoholic smell: "You If you can break free from this black iron, why don't you leave?"

Jiang Wuqi breathed out with difficulty: "You are here, you can't go out of poverty."

"Really?" Feng Rugui let go of his hand, slumped to the ground, looked up at Jiang Wuqi for a moment, then turned and left.

Not long after, the black iron from Jiang Wuqi's limbs was removed, and another maid brought vegetarian food.

Jiang Wuqi flexed his wrist, but he refused to be a vegetarian.

This place is weird, it's better not to use this vegetarian food.

That night, Feng Rugui came to this room, dropped all the decorations one by one, stared at Jiang Wuqi again, and said viciously: "You really don't know what to do, can't you torture yourself alone?"

Jiang Wuqi smiled indifferently: "Pindao is not rejecting your kindness, but that this place is weird, and all food should not be imported."

"Really?" Feng Rugui pursed his lips, lifted Jiang Wuqi to the ground, pressed it on Jiang Wuqi's body, then lowered his head and bit the wound.

He had tortured the piercing wound for 41 days, and it had already become numb.

Jiang Wuqi didn't feel any pain at all, wanted to stroke Feng Rugui's eyebrows, but was afraid that Feng Rugui would be sick, so he opened his hands and let Feng Rugui suck blood.

Feng Rugui gnawed and bit the wound, even inserted the tip of his tongue to disturb it, until all the numbness subsided and the pain returned.

Jiang Wuqi's complexion was pale, but the eyes that stared at Feng Rugui were still gentle, tightly closed, as if they were about to sink into Feng Rugui's heart.

Seeing that Jiang Wuqi was not convinced, Feng Rugui lost interest after messing around for a while, raised his head, and happened to meet Jiang Wuqi's gaze.

It was a line of sight that he had never been in contact with before, forcing him to be at a loss.

He stood up, went out, and greeted his father, who was under his control, and the father pretended to be kind and filial, and then returned to his mansion.

Unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart, he overeat and drank another pot of wine before falling asleep.

The next day, he reviewed some memorials and went to see the Taoist priest again.

He deliberately removed the guards on the surface yesterday, and gave an order that if the Taoist priest wanted to leave, he would shoot and kill him on the spot.

So far no one has reported to him that the Taoist priest has been shot, so the Taoist priest must still be there?

He walked slowly to the door, raised his hand and pushed it, and heard the Taoist call him: "As home..."

Now no one calls him home, including his father, emperor and mother.

He stared blankly at Jiang Wuqi, and asked, "Why don't you leave?"

Jiang Wuqi smiled and said: "Didn't the poor have already said it yesterday? You are here, the poor can't leave."

Let the solitary go with you.

Feng Rugui didn't know why, but such a sentence came out of his throat.

He tried his best to win the position of Great Treasure, and he should have happily sat on that position, commanding the world, taking life and death.

Why would he want to go with this Taoist priest?

Is he bewildered?

He must have been dazed.

He took out a dagger from his bosom, handed it to Jiang Wuqi, and said, "Gu is too lazy to bite by himself, you cut the wound yourself, and let Gu eat."

Jiang Wuqi tore open his skirt, took the dagger again, and was about to stab the wound in his heart, but he heard Feng Rugui pointing to his throat and saying: "Cut here, the blood in the heart is really boring, don't want to Try again."

The Feng Rugui in front of him is obviously Feng Rugui, but it is not Feng Rugui at all.

How could his resentment make him cut his throat?

But Jiang Wuqi indulged Feng Rugui, even if it wasn't the Feng Rugui he was familiar with.

He took a deep look at Feng Rugui, and cut a wound in his throat according to his words, and warm blood flowed down from the wound immediately.

Immediately afterwards, he was thrown to the ground by Feng Rugui, who bullied him, biting, sucking, and licking the wound in his throat.

The wound was slightly itchy. He raised his hand and tentatively touched Feng Rugui's temples. Seeing that Feng Rugui did not show any disgust, he meandered down from Feng Rugui's temples and covered Feng Rugui. Gui's back patted lightly and said: "You don't need to worry, Pindao won't push you away."

Just a few words touched the wound, and lightly hit Feng Rugui's lips, as if they could penetrate directly into Feng Rugui's brain through those lips.

But these words angered Feng Rugui, he took a bite of the broken flesh, gritted his teeth and said: "Do you think you are qualified to give alms to Gu?"

Jiang Wuqi said sadly, "Where is it that the poor Taoist gave you alms, it is clearly you who gave charity to the poor Taoist."

Regardless of whether Feng Rugui in front of him hates him or not, it is good if he is willing to drink his blood.

Feng Rugui gnawed on Jiang Wuqi for a long time, then got up from Jiang Wuqi's body, glanced at Jiang Wuqi arrogantly, and went out again.

Three days later, Feng Rugui got drunk again. He put on the red dress, staggered to Jiang Wuqi's room, sat on the grand teacher's chair beside him, raised his head and asked Jiang Wuqi, "Why are you If you don't leave, aren't you afraid that one day you will be sucked dry of all the blood in your body and die?"

"You are here, and the poor can't..." Jiang Wuqi changed his tune, "If you are at home, you are here, and the poor can't bear to leave."

Feng Rugui smiled strangely: "Why don't you want to be alone? No one in the world can't bear to be alone, and they all wish that he would die soon."

What kind of miserable memories did the person behind the scenes implant into Feng Rugui, and what kind of helpless situation did he weave for him?

Jiang Wuqi's heart ached, he stretched out his arms to embrace Feng Rugui, and comforted him: "Even though no one in the world will miss you, Pindao will always be by your side."

"Alone by my side forever?" Feng Rugui suddenly felt that his body was very cold, so he shrank into Jiang Wuqi's arms. After a while, he raised his head and kissed Jiang Wuqi's lips.

Jiang Wuqi's eyes were full of astonishment, and he didn't come back to his senses until Feng Rugui pressed against his lips.

He opened his lips and teeth, let Feng Rugui come in, the tip of Feng Rugui's tongue swept across his teeth one by one, and rubbed against his oral mucosa.

He likes to kiss Feng Rugui, but during the kiss, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He thought hard, but couldn't figure out what was wrong.

After Feng Rugui kissed Jiang Wuqi, the tails of his eyes turned red, he lowered his eyes slightly, and said rather awkwardly: "Taoist, I still don't know your name."

Jiang Wuqi was still immersed in his own thoughts, so he didn't have time to answer Feng Rugui.

Feng Rugui asked again: "Taoist priest, tell Gu you..."

The voice was still lingering in his ears, Jiang Wuqi lowered his head, but found that Feng Rugui in his arms had disappeared, only a little scarlet and a strand of hair appeared on his shirt.

The next moment, he heard someone calling him: "Wuqi..."