Fast travel, death collection system

Cang Moliu sat leaning against the stone pavilion. Beside the stone pavilion was a cluster of straight and slender green bamboos. The early sun after the rain fell from above and printed on the back of a pale hand through the gaps between the bamboo leaves.

"What's the news lately?" He leaned his forehead against the lacquered red pavilion pillar, stroking the white jade at his feet with his eyes narrowed.

Xi Ming bowed his head and responded immediately: "The Red Lotus Sect came to Yucheng from Gaojian City, and Epiphyllum also fell into the hands of the Red Lotus Sect. Recently, the news about the sacred flower has spread, and the sword that came out of your hand was also taken The Red Lotus Sect has succeeded. And Yan Juncheng has been teasing Yinggong Feng and Li Wufeng in recent days, and the superficial harmony between the two factions will soon be broken."

"Yeah." He lightly raised his lower eyelids, "Then just wait for Chilian Sect to come and find me. By then...the Liwu Peak will be in chaos."

Seeing him open his eyes, Xi Ming stepped forward to pour out a cup of tea, his movements were gentle, quick and elegant, not too much and not too little.

With cold fingertips on the edge of the lamp, Cang Moliu moistened his lips: "Although Yan Juncheng, the head of Liwu Peak, came to look for me, he was too impatient. Everyone wants to control power, be strong It has almost become a kind of instinct, but the kind of brutal weapon cast by the spirit of resentment, ten thousand people may not be able to produce one that can be mastered. This kind of thing can't be a treasure, it can only bring disaster."

As soon as his low and soft words fell, the poison master in dark red clothes came from a distance. The clothes on his body were very clean, but his body was full of bloody smell, and he was wiping his fingertips with a red handkerchief.

Cang Moliu glanced over and saw a shallow knife wound on the side of Poison Master's neck, with a trace of blood spilling from the end of the wound.

Yan Juncheng killed a battle happily, his face was full of spring, and both sides of his cheeks were blushing suddenly, his body felt that he hadn't calmed down from the fierce battle, and his spine was trembling slightly with excitement.

"It looks like you've had a good time." Cang Moliu rubbed the rim of the teacup with his thumb.

Yan Juncheng sat down with his legs crossed, casually took a piece of pastry from the porcelain plate on the stone table, and crushed it into fine pieces with his fingertips, his voice was filled with excitement: "I just know the Chilian Sect today. Who is the leader of the sect, the legendary Yinhun Heart Sutra really deserves its reputation, today is just a test, I am definitely not that person's opponent!"

The man's eyes were so bright that they seemed to be on fire, but he was still deeply stuck in his mind, constantly replaying the scene of the confrontation.

The sound of flapping wings fell from the edge of the pavilion.

A plum-blossom sparrow with a vermilion beak stopped at Cang Liu's left hand, its body was round, soft and small, it raised its head, and stared at Cang Liu with its bright black eyes.

Cang Moliu lowered his head, smoothed the feathers on top of its head with his fingers, and asked softly, "Why is it here again?"

The plum-blossom sparrow lowered its head and lightly pecked at his finger with its vermilion beak, chirped and jumped onto his finger, its thin claws gripping tightly.

Cang Moliu drooped his neck and his eyes were gentle, and he put the plum blossom bird next to the pastry crumbs that Yan Juncheng had just crushed: "Eat it."

Yan Juncheng only glanced at him, he had never seen such a gentle expression before.At this time, he completely forgot the excitement of meeting the leader of the Red Lotus Sect, and his excitement gradually cooled down.

Looking at the gentleness this person treats the birds, it suddenly feels a little...

Originally thought that this person was like a lump of wood, only when he was casting a sword would he want to show that kind of silent and serious love.Yan Juncheng liked the look in his eyes very much, but at this moment, he felt a little...

Yan Juncheng thought about it for a while but still couldn't figure out what kind of idea he had.

"I didn't expect you, a bedbug, to have such a gentle expression, tsk." Yan Juncheng raised his chin slightly, with a contemptuous and strange expression.

Cang Moliu looked up at him, then paused: "Are you jealous?"

Yan Juncheng was looked at by him with that expression of casting a sword again, and his previous liking became a little impatient at this moment: "Don't look at me with such eyes, you are not casting a sword! Just look at me Don't you have any other emotions and expressions?"

Cang Moliu didn't expect him to say such a thing, and said after a while: "Then what do you want?"

Yan Juncheng subconsciously glanced at the plum sparrow that was pecking at the food in his palm, with that gentle movement following the bird's feathers.

"Are you...courtship?" Cang Moliu put the bird down, stretched his arms rudely and dragged the person in front of him, and said slowly, "Or are you acting like a baby?"

"Screw you—"

Without waiting for anyone to utter the angry curses in his mouth, the pale, strong and tall man kissed him directly, with a smile on his brows and eyes, his lips and teeth were cold, but his movements were extremely powerful and direct.

The handsome face of the man in the dark red clothes was reddened, as if dyed with the vermilion of the sunset, it was astonishingly gorgeous.The man who kissed him had deep and handsome eyebrows with a lingering smile. It was like a stream gurgling in the cold winter, and the sun was shining from the blue sky on the dead branches. Above the stream, there are clear and shallow waves.

Yan Juncheng pushed the person away with trembling hands, wiped the saliva from the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, and drank lightly with unsteady breath: "You, what are you doing!"

If his face hadn't been so red, perhaps the questioning tone would have been more convincing.

Cang Moliu put his elbows on the table, propped his chin, licked the water from his lips with the tip of his scarlet tongue, looked at the blushing Poison Master with a calm and knowing look, and turned his head slightly: "Kiss you. "

When Yan Juncheng choked up, his throat wanted to spurt a mouthful of blood to smear his face. He rushed forward and grabbed Cang Moliu's lapel roughly with both hands: "Of course I know, I know that you just kissed me! Why did I kiss you when I kissed you?" !"

Cang Moliu let the man's upper body stretch over the stone table and tugged at his lapel. He ignored the ripped open clothes, but stretched out his right hand, and the cold palm covered his heart. The dark red clothes and snow blue His hands revealed a touch of entangled ambiguity.

"Your heart beats so fast." He didn't answer the question of the man who seemed to be biting, but said softly, "You are so red, are you shy?"

After being said in this way, Yan Juncheng couldn't keep asking about the kiss.He cursed bedbugs in his mind.I also feel that I am too sissy, I have done everything, I just kissed and kissed, what is there to ask!

He snorted coldly and thought about killing again.

Cang Moliu closed his eyes and understood his thoughts very clearly, he released the plum blossom sparrow that landed on his index finger again, and the red beaked sparrow spread its wings and flew out.He said in a low voice, "Do you still remember that you killed half of the people in Fort Lou Sheng?"

"Huh?" Yan Juncheng stopped, turned around and sat down again, "Remember, what's wrong?"

"Although Lou Shengbao is gone, there are still some people who escaped the catastrophe and are filled with righteous indignation. Zhang Jinchen, the son of the patriarch, also came to Yucheng recently. Now all the big and small forces are entering Yucheng. He brought a person who seems to be called Zongqian. People." He stood up with a flick of his sleeves, but the wind he brought made Yan Juncheng's back tremble.

Yan Juncheng unconsciously took two steps back. This Zongqian is his elder brother. He takes his mother's surname, and Zongqian naturally takes his father's surname. If there is anyone in this world that he doesn't want to see and dare not meet , that is his elder brother.

Cang Moliu approached the Poison Master who was trying to run away without a trace, his hands behind his back, his long, raven-black hair hanging down his shoulders, his dark eyes were filled with icy silver wheels, and the light brown eyes were even more profound.

"I heard something very interesting." The slender, tall and strong swordsmith forced the Xiazi Yueyun Poison Master on the pavilion pillar, and his cold crimson lips slid across the Poison Master's forehead Hair, whispered to him slowly, "Do you want to hear it, it's very interesting... something."

Yan Juncheng leaned against the pillar of the pavilion, he naturally knew what it was, and that incident made him escape from the edge of northern Xinjiang all the way here.

"No, I don't want to!" Yan Juncheng pressed his chest tightly against one chest, and Ting Zhu's back was very hard. He squeezed between the man and Ting Zhu's fingertips, and couldn't help thinking that the swordsmith was on the bed. Tormented by cruel methods, he was so excited that he couldn't stop and couldn't stop being scared.

"You're hard." Cang Moliu continued to whisper in a low voice, feeling the warm body temperature of Poison Master's side face with his lips, as if he was very interested in his reaction, "What did you think of, so much anticipation."

Yan Juncheng cleared his throat and calmed down: "I didn't think about anything, I'm going to kill someone, get out of the way."

"Huh—?" The swordsmith lowered his brows and lowered his eyes, slowly opened his scarlet lips, and deliberately protruded a mouthful of cold air into the ear of the poisoner, and when he heard him take a light breath, he held the soft breath in his mouth. The piercing earlobe, the teeth are closed, sucking the blood on the earlobe that can turn ordinary people into corpses, "Are you waiting for my punishment? Then you must remember what you did wrong."

"Hmm!" Yan Juncheng's earlobe hurt. At this time, he didn't want to resist like the first time. Based on the various miserable experiences he had been tossed about in the past, he immediately said, "How is it my fault? It's just that Young and vigorous, he was drugged, who made my elder brother too weak in kung fu, even when he fell asleep... It was also a coincidence, and he was forced to. Besides, you and I have nothing to do with each other, just dealt with some of that kind of problems, Why are you so angry...ah! Don't...well, where did I say something wrong?"

He hurriedly asked with a trembling voice, the feeling in his chest made him want to die, and his legs went limp.

Cang Liuliu sat down with his arms around the man, and directly put him on his lap. There was a smile in his elegant voice, but this smile made Yan Juncheng want to turn around and run away immediately: "I originally wanted to solve this trouble for you..."

"Hey!" Yan Juncheng used a difficult movement at this time. He was a 20-year-old man with a slender figure, but at this moment he was lying on his back on Cang Liu's legs. Being able to stand on the ground, the slender neck was leaned back, and was gently held by Cang Liu, with some difficulty in breathing, "You... It's uncomfortable, let go first... Don't be impulsive..."

Cang Mianliu moved his knees, Yan Juncheng's head was thrown back fiercely, his breathing was cut off for a moment following the movement, and the poison master frowned in pain: "Woo!" He moved his hands, but the words were casual Say, "You're mad, motherfucker!"

"Well, I'm a little angry." Cang Moliu had drooping eyelids with obvious creases, and his eyelashes were sharp and indifferent. Sunlight streaked across the side of his left face, and the light tea left eye seemed to be filled with golden brilliance.

Yan Juncheng was stunned, and forgot to struggle, staring for a long time speechless.

Looking at the stupid look of a man who always kills people and poisons at every turn, and can't say anything nice in his mouth, Cang Moliu can't help but hang down his neck slowly, the sun shines across his left face, and his crow-black hair is dyed a layer The halo, even the tips of the eye feathers seemed to be dwelling with a sharp light like the tip of a knife.

He inserted his cold fingers into Yan Juncheng's hair, supported the back of his head and kissed it, and with his movements, the long hair on his shoulders slowly fell off.

Yan Juncheng has never felt such a gentle kiss. His body is too special. If he wants pleasure, he must be accompanied by pain. The most common interaction between the two is under the bed. War or punishment, it is all Predatory toughness and repression.Such tenderness is undeniable——

He was moved.

At that moment, he finally understood what he wanted.It's not the venting relationship with this man, but the person who is kissing him at this time, but the heart in this body.

Yan Juncheng put his arms around the swordsmith's neck and kissed back.

After the two were inseparable for a while, the swordsmith finally let go of the panting beauty.

Yan Juncheng calmed down a bit, and asked tentatively: "Do you mean what I think..."

Cang Moliu stretched out his thumb to rub the corners of his lips that were stained with water, his handsome face was quite calm, and said teasingly, "What do you think."

Seeing that he was going to toss again, Cang Moliu tied his arms to his thighs, Yayin said in a low voice, pinching the back of his neck with his fingers: "Okay, it's what you think, why do you always follow me?" Can't sit still like a monkey?"

The Poison Master who had been appeased at first became annoyed immediately after hearing the second half of the sentence, his face darkened, and then he realized that he was sitting on his lap like a woman: "Let go, I'm going to kill someone."

Yan Juncheng stood up only to realize that the man named Ximing who followed Cang Liuliu all the time had disappeared. He snorted and made a strange and malicious smile: "The people around you are very winking, but they don't Do you know if you have eaten this nest grass before?"

Cang Moliu looked at his smile and raised his raised eyebrows: "I don't like eating the edge of the nest like you. I hope you can deal with the edge of the edge of the nest that you ate within ten days."

"Hmph, you don't need to tell me. That idiot had that kind of thought for me. If he didn't have some brotherhood towards him, he would have died on the bed back then." He smiled cruelly as he spoke, his soft water like a girl The pink lips parted, revealing a weird smile.

He was 15 years old back then, still a teenager, he had never experienced these dirty things in the world, and he didn't quite understand the things between men.And these years have seen and experienced countless things, and his temper has become even more unscrupulous. He has been soaked in blood, and now he really wants to have fun with this half-brother who has a perverted mind because of his special body.

"It will make him... life worse than death."

Cang Moliu leaned his chin and watched as the dark red robe was blown up by the wind, and the figure of the poison master flying away was full of murderous aura.

"Ah, it looks very interesting." Cang Moliu squinted his eyes, tilted his head to avoid the sunlight on the left side of his face, "Isn't it?"

Whether it is the Red Lotus Sect or the recent turmoil in the world, it will become very interesting.

Xi Ming who had already returned bowed his head obediently: "Yes, Master."

The author has something to say:

The plot feels slow again...

I don't know if I can finish the ten chapters, alas...

(Everyone: I'm used to the progress of the stupid author.)

I have been watching "Prince Concubine's Promotion" today and have been struggling with whether to update it...

I looked at the people in the group, and decided to update with guilt... (tears)

The collection has already hit the street, and I actually want to remedy it...

PS: Fei Yafei, the phrase 'Yafei' is indeed you~haha