After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

It's not that Rong Yi has never climbed onto the couch with someone.

It's just that he has always been the one who is condescending and in control of the overall situation. When those predecessors treated him, they always behaved with awe and caution, and they were not easy to let go. Although it made him quite comfortable, over time, there was also some Tired.

No matter whether he took the initiative or he was passive, those people always had the same humble and respectful expression, the same tone, no matter how good-looking they were, it still made him a little interested.

Xiangli Feilu is different, he has not yet ascended, he is not as boring as those young people in the God Realm, although he looks good, he has a bad temper.However, this badness makes him cute.

At this moment, Xiangli Feilu lowered his eyes, his whole body was stiff, and his black eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly again, making him even more cute, so Rong Yi reached out and hooked his collar, and carried himself to the couch.

That kind of force is not heavy, but what presses him is Rong Yi's eyes, clear and smiling, exuding a certain kind of innocent and pure coquettishness, as if he can faintly look into the deepest part of the heart, as if a flame is burning, and the heat wave is silently flowing As it approached, a thirsty burning sensation rose up.

Rong Yi got into the tent first, and he thought the coat was too hot, so he threw it away, leaving only the bright red underwear inside, which was loosely covering her body, revealing her beautiful collarbone and fair and moist skin.

His long black hair spread out and flowed down, a little more loose and casual.

Rong Yi raised her eyes, and the water in the eyes was reflected by the candlelight, as if the blade of a knife flashed, capable of stabbing people's eyes.

He just leaned against the head of the bed, hooked his collar, and said in a deep voice, "Come on, Buddha."

Xiangli Feilu didn't move.

His throat rolled, his eyes didn't look at him, but he stared at the embroidery pattern of lotus leaves on the tent, which was dark golden, with fine and soft stitches, as if he was about to make a hole in it, and his entire face was already unusable. It doesn't look good to describe.

"What is God going to do?"

Even his voice was stiff, perhaps because of too much emotional pressure, his usually clear and gentle voice was also somewhat hoarse.

Rong Yi looked at him, and after a while, she smiled.

He stretched, leaned crookedly and slid down the pillow, and let himself lie down lazily: "According to ordinary people's words... I also want to kiss Fangze, the son of Buddha, and turn my head against a phoenix, but this It's all about your love and I'm willing. But since you asked me for something today, I don't want to let go of this opportunity."

He stared at Xiangli Feilu, raised his chin, "Come and kiss me."

"God, I, Xiangli Feilu, have my life here. If you want to kill or cut, you can take this body, but if you want to humiliate me, you might as well kill me."

Xiangli Feilu still didn't move, but the Qingyue Sword in his hand was clenched more and more tightly, his voice was cold.

This Fenghuang has been quite peaceful these few days, but the longer he stays together, the more he can notice Rong Yi's overreaching.

"I'm here to rob you, killing you, what good will it do me?"

Rong Yi thought for a while, and found that the person in front of her was awkward again, so she continued to reason with him, "If you die, those people's bone disease will be cured, and someone will burn the phoenix hair and unicorn horn for them, and take To drink water for them?"

Rong Yi subconsciously stretched out her hand, intending to create a water mirror for him, but the fingertip only moved, remembering the prohibition against using spells, and retracted again.

Rong Yi thought about it again: "I'll come here with you today, your master's Yangshou, even if you don't have this bone disease, there is not much time left, but there are a few mortals outside who have cured their bone disease and can still live It lasts longer... This kind of disease, apart from a little pain and gradually being unable to move in the future, there is nothing wrong with it."

"I have seen another country before. When their national fortunes were in decline, the diseases of those people were slowly festering from head to toe. It was very smelly and unattractive. If you die of this kind of bone disease here, it would be ugly. It's ugly, but it doesn't stink, and it's a better way to die for ordinary people..."

Here he was talking meaninglessly, as if what he was talking about was not human life, but just a cloud, a grass.

As soon as the words fell to the ground, the Qingyue sword came out of its sheath and approached his throat in an instant.

This divine soldier's evil spirit was extremely powerful, in just this instant, it had cut off a few strands of hair on Rong Yi's cheeks, and forced a faint bloodstain on his neck.

Xiangli Feilu's eyes were full of boundless anger, he gritted his teeth, and his voice forced out almost word by word: "You, no, deserve, mention, he, they."

When Peacock Daming King was still alive, he went with him thousands of miles to defend against the enemy. The northernmost border, Linxue Demon Land, no one dared to guard, but there was a team that stayed here for several generations, dozens of generations. The soldiers sent here were forgotten by the dynasty.

They intermarried with the locals and had children. Each generation of children was healthy and strong, but each generation was crippled, and most of them were frostbitten.

Such a crippled army, old, weak, sick, and disabled, has supported the peace of the most bitter and cold border of Jiang country for a hundred years; he also went to resolve the plague with the peacock, countless doctors fell on the way to test the medicine, and even countless Unclearly healthy people infected themselves and died in order to treat the sick.

Back then, Xianglihong tried the medicine alone, and was poisoned by countless strange poisons, and almost couldn't survive that night.

Peacock also said: "The destiny cannot be violated. I am the god of protecting the country. I can't give orders, and I can't get rid of disasters all the time. I can only use my magic power to get rid of disasters. I can only do it for you and your master like an ordinary practitioner. The two protect the law."

He has seen the god of love and pity since he was a child, and he is willing to give everything for it, but he does not think that one day, he will be manipulated and forced here by a ruthless and loveless new god.

——What god?That's all evil gods!

Rong Yi was forced to the throat by his sword, but she didn't respond, she just raised her eyes and looked at him quietly.

He finds it novel.

Although Xiangli Feilu had always had a bad temper, it was the first time he saw such surging emotions in his eyes, as if he could swallow him alive in the next moment.

——But Xiangli Feilu did not.

Rong Yi stretched out her hand to caress the Qingyue Sword in front of her neck, flicked it lightly, and the dark and cold sword made a clanging sound again: "So this is murderous aura, and it is really cold. Buddha, I am Ming Xing, blessed by fate , I don't want to hurt you, you take it away..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and before his voice fell to the ground, he felt the sword slipped from his neck and got stuck in his waist, and the cold air came up through his clothes. He wanted to touch the sword, but his fingertips were caught by another. A hot hand held it—or rather, held it firmly, and pressed it hard on the slightly sweaty palm, scalding hot and hot, making one faintly palpitating.

This kind of strength even made him unable to break free, and also made him feel the pressure that he had never felt since he was a child——

Xiangli Feilu clasped his fingertips fiercely, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.

The Qingyue sword slipped between the two of them, cutting Xiangli Feilu's wrist, and the blood dripped into the soft bedding, staining it a bloody color.

Xiangli Feilu pinched his chin and kissed him hard.

Rong Yi raised her eyes, and saw that those icy green eyes became even colder, but there were flames hidden inside them, like ice and snow melting and dripping, and then solidified again, the cold air was overwhelming.

He didn't know how to kiss someone, he just bumped into him fiercely and brutally, with a kind of shattered determination, and the soft lips were pressed between his teeth, which also brought out a faint fishy-sweet smell, which was the smell of blood.

The heat dissipated suddenly, and Rong Yi felt something hot dripping down, sticky and astringent, condensed on the fingertips.

He wanted to grab it, but he couldn't, and then slowly realized that it should be Xiangli Feilu's blood.

Human blood was hotter than he thought, and much warmer. Rong Yi was bitten by him and hurt, but she bent her eyes, and after a while, she buried herself in his arms and cried out in a low voice: "It hurts."

Xiangli Feilu finally let him go, stood up and lowered his eyes, his eyes were cold and without any emotion.

"Is God satisfied?"

"You hurt me."

Rong Yi complained for a while, then opened her eyes to look.

Xiangli Feilu was cut by the Qingyue Sword with a deep bone scar, which spread from his wrist to the tiger's mouth, and the cold air invaded his body. This wound will not heal soon.

The fate lies in that once someone hurts him and leaves a tooth mark on his lip, he will have to pay back this lingering and tormenting wound.

The mattress and quilt were already stained with blood. If someone who didn't know saw it, they would think that a beautiful event had happened here.

Xiangli Feilu's chest heaved and he was still panting slightly, blood was also on his lips.

Rong Yi narrowed her eyes, waving her fingertips casually, and released a red-gold feather, which was soft and gorgeous: "Here. It hurts to pluck the hair, but because of Buddha, you want it, and you let me I am very satisfied, so I chose the biggest and longest one for you."

He looked at him: "Your injury, do you want me to heal you?"

Xiangli Feilu's eyes were gloomy, he ignored him, reached out to take the phoenix feather, straightened his clothes, and got off the bed in silence.

Without saying a word, he opened the door and walked downstairs quickly.

In the middle of the night, the entire priest's dock should have been silent.

Xianglifei Lu had the feather in his sleeve, and the soft feather gently scraped against the scar on his wrist, and the severe pain was accompanied by a tingling itch, as if... Hot and hot.

"Master? Master? We are going to find you, Mr. Xianglihong invites you to the inner courtyard to disturb your rest."

The voice downstairs seemed to be coming and going. After Xiangli Feilu walked a few steps, he heard a puzzled voice from the person next to him: "...Master? What's wrong with you?"

The road in front of him seemed to be fished out of deep water at this moment, and suddenly became clear. He was not going down the inner courtyard, but in the opposite direction.

"It's nothing."

Xiang Lifei Lu replied calmly, forcing himself to concentrate and take his attention away from the pain in his wrist.

The pain was rising and burning, like the breath of the young man in the tent, and the lips and tongue that couldn't say anything good——beautiful, moist, and extremely soft.