[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

After dinner that day, Feng Heng was in his room browsing through a series of gifts that he had stored in the Siwei Warehouse for Xiaomei, when he heard the sound of flutes, he smiled lightly and thought to himself: This man has a sense of elegance .

He packed up his things, got up and walked out of the hatch.

On the deck, as expected, Huang Yaoshi was sitting at the table playing the flute. He probably had a bath. At this time, his clothes and hair were fluttering, untied, slightly fluttering, with a sense of transcendence.

Feng Heng walked over slowly, the sound of the flute was deep and soft, as if the young girl who was expressing her thoughts, there was always a kind of unfinished regret and lingering joy, Feng Heng heard his heart move, he looked up and saw Huang The side face of the pharmacist is handsome and outstanding, with two long and narrow eyebrows slanting into the temples, the sharp eyes that are always hidden under the calm eyes are now shimmering, like the cold and bright first-quarter moon in the night sky, revealing While exuding the faint coldness, the light cast down is light and soft.

At this time, Huang Yaoshi also stopped the sound of the flute, he turned his head and looked at Feng Heng beside him, his eyes met, the affection in the sound of the flute seemed to melt into his eyes, it was clearly unreserved like water tenderness.

Feng Heng's heart skipped a beat, and his breathing became disordered involuntarily.Then he secretly spurned himself, and said:

"The sound of this flute is so beautiful, it really has the ability to disturb the mind."

Huang Yaoshi didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile, put Xiao on the table, and there was still a bean-green glazed jug on the table, he raised his glass and took a sip of the wine.

Feng Heng wondered:

"Why is Seventh Brother not here today? You are left to drink by yourself"

Huang Yaoshi said:

"He and Zhou Zheng are about to talk about some things in the gang, so they went back to the room."

Huang Yaoshi looked at the sake reflecting a bright moon, and continued:

"Why, are you still unwilling to have a drink with me?"

Feng Heng looked at the slightly raised corners of his eyes and brows, and recalled the competition he proposed in order to let Xiaomei become an apprentice. At that time, Huang Yaoshi only had this request. At that time, he only wanted to win, but he lost some dedication. Thinking of this, he had a flash of inspiration, and said:

"Why don't we try again?"

Seeing the joy on his face, Huang Yaoshi felt a little happy in his heart, and said:

"Oh? You still want to compete? That's fine, if I win today, you have to have a drink with me."

Feng Heng was confident, thinking, if I can't beat the big deal, I will hide far away, how can I make you win.

When Feng Heng went back to the house to get the whip, tidied it up, and returned to the deck, the table with drinks had been moved aside, and Huang Yaoshi had already stood still in the field.

With his blue jade flute stuck in his waist, he stood opposite Feng Heng, staring at him for a long time without moving.

Feng Heng wanted to strike first, but he flicked his whip, and the long whip rolled towards Huang Yaoshi who was standing not far away with the sound of the wind. He only heard a series of "ding ding dong dong", and Feng Heng threw the whip Dissolved by Huang Yaoshi with the flute, the wind brought by the whip collided with the flute, making a series of pleasant sounds.

Feng Heng's whip fell, and Huang Yaoshi was still standing there, as if he was nailed there, as stable as Mount Tai.

Feng Heng took a deep breath and thought, don't underestimate me.

Huang Yaoshi saw that his eyes were shining brightly, and his whole body was like a sharp sword about to be drawn out of the box, unstoppable.

Feng Heng shook his wrist, and the whip turned like a spirit snake, wrapping around the jade flute in Huang Yaoshi's hand, wanting to unload his weapon first.

The whip was picked up quickly, Huang Yaoshi drew it with Shen Xiao, but Feng Heng's whip had already circled the jade flute several times like lightning, Huang Yaoshi wanted to shake off the whip, but the soft whip was like a spirit snake wrapped around him, Can't drive it away.

Feng Heng turned his body and shook his palm lightly. The soft whip was shaken straight, like a long stick, and the end kept shaking, which made Huang Yaoshi's hand holding the flute a little numb.

Huang Yaoshi couldn't help being amazed, he originally wanted to be close, but at this moment he didn't dare to underestimate him, so he devoted himself to dealing with the entangled little snake.

I saw his figure move slightly, his long arm shook, and the long whip suddenly rolled seven or eight circles, and the whip that wrapped the jade flute in the center was spinning continuously, and it seemed to spread apart like a spinning top.

Where Feng Heng was reconciled, he changed his whip method again, and saw whip shadows in all directions in the arena, the cold light shone, and the whip flowers were scattered, just like the stars in the dark night, thousands of points, falling down.

Huang Yaoshi has both offensive and defensive capabilities, a jade flute flutters like the wind, and intends to move the flute first, coming leisurely and leaving silently, when it gets to a tight place, the attack is like a thunderbolt, and the defense is like the river and the sea.

The two fought for a long time, but they couldn't tell the winner.Feng Heng thought to himself: If this continues, Huang Yaoshi's inner strength will last, and he will definitely suffer.

Then the whip turned sharply and went straight to Huang Yaoshi's waist, he didn't use any force, he saw that the whip was like a flexible tail, with just a light roll, it wrapped around Huang Yaoshi's waist in an instant, and turned around, the whip He also swung his tail around a few times, and tied Huang Yaoshi firmly.

Seeing that the whip was entangled with Huang Yaoshi, Feng Heng was about to use his strength, but he didn't want Huang Yaoshi to be faster. He grabbed the end of the whip, leaned back, took a step back, and moved the whip to the side with his arm throw.

Feng Heng couldn't react in time, he only felt a strong force coming, he was unwilling to let go of the whip after all, he only clenched the whip tightly to exert force.

The two forces collided, the whip was uncontrollable, it suddenly rolled up Feng Heng, entangled him, and flew out in a coil, Huang Yaoshi pulled it again when he saw it.

Feng Heng originally held the whip in his right hand, but after turning half a circle just now, his right hand was behind his back. At this time, his right hand was entangled in the whip, and it was tied tightly and fell into Huang Yaoshi's arms.

Huang Yaoshi caught Feng Heng who was tied up and flew over, and carried him around with his strength.

Feng Heng raised his left hand to push him, but Huang Yaoshi pressed his left hand again. Feng Heng moved vigorously, struggled in Huang Yaoshi's arms, and then stopped moving again.

The two of them tossed and tossed, and both of them were a little breathless.At this moment Huang Yaoshi was looking down at him, the two of them were so close together, it seemed as if their breaths collided.

Feng Heng saw that Huang Yaoshi's whole face was shining with awe-inspiring heroism, and his deep eyes were powerful, which reminded people of tigers pounced on their prey on the grassland, full of danger and aggression.

Huang Yaoshi's eyes were half-closed, and he said:

"Have you convinced me?"

Feng Heng didn't show weakness, panting slightly, looked directly at him and said:

"Do you think I don't have the strength to move? Even at this moment, I can't move, can you move freely?"

Huang Yaoshi smiled slightly and said:

"Then how is the outcome calculated?"

Feng Heng only said:

"In my opinion, it's a draw at best"

Huang Yaoshi laughed loudly and said:

"Okay, I didn't expect you and I to be evenly matched in today's battle, regardless of the outcome..."

Although he laughed heartily, the indulgence in his laughter couldn't be concealed no matter what.

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and the blue wine glass on the table flew into his hand in an instant. He drank the sake in the glass as soon as he raised his head, and threw the glass away with his hands. Then his shining eyes looked directly at Feng Heng, Involuntarily pressing Feng Heng's lips, Feng Heng couldn't keep up with his movements, so he subconsciously backed away, but the two of them were tightly entwined by his whip, and they were captured by Huang Yaoshi almost instantly. Shut up, that slippery and soft tongue gently pushed his lips away, and the scent of alcohol was carried over.

Feng Heng only felt Huang Yaoshi's cold breath rushing towards him, he was startled, and subconsciously opened his mouth wide, the tongue broke in without explanation, swept every inch wantonly, evoking Feng Heng's soft tongue to lightly touch his face Around, the half sip of wine was swallowed by Feng Heng while he refused.

The fiery and gentle kiss was lingering, and the kiss slowly fell on the face, forehead, neck, Feng Heng only felt that his breathing became more disordered, and as he drank the spicy wine, a burst of scorching heat seemed to rise in his body , gradually spread.

Not long after, the two people on the deck disappeared, leaving only a loose whip falling under the moonlight.

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