Heartthrob collapsed today 2

The five senses of martial arts practitioners are much sharper than ordinary people, and Linghu Chong's hearing itself is very good, so even though the voices of Fu Zhenhong and Yang Yi in the room are not loud, as long as Linghu Chong is willing to listen, they can be very clear He heard the exchange between Fu Zhenhong and Yang Yi.

Linghu Chong heard it, heard the man say that he wanted to stay by Dongfang's side, wanted to be Dongfang's reliance, such ambiguous expressions made it impossible for Linghu Chong not to speculate in a more charming direction.

Although Linghu Chong could understand it, after all, putting aside those so-called quagmire, it's normal for a person like Dongfang to be liked.

Linghu Chong hadn't forgotten that when he was sitting in that high position in Dongfang, it was obvious that Ren Yingying was the protagonist of the birthday party, but that woman who Linghu Chong thought was very bright and beautiful in the past became dull against the backdrop of Dongfang.

All eyes unconsciously turned to the east.

The person I like is excellent, and it should be a happy thing to be liked by many people, but Linghu Chong knows that the camp he belongs to is doomed to him not being able to stay by Dongfang's side in an upright manner like others.

As long as he thinks that there are people who are going to approach the east where he can't see, Linghu Chong feels a little uncomfortable.

Still want to be the reliance of the East?

Linghu Chong's eyes were cold.

Perhaps because of the subtle sense of crisis and jealousy in his heart, Linghu Chong, who was afraid that others would steal Dongfang's attention, kissed extraordinarily hard and domineeringly at this moment.

His kiss was hot and strong, as if he wanted to express all the emotions deep in his heart through such a kiss.

Because his teeth bit Fu Zhenhong's lower lip, the faint smell of blood from the wound mixed with the body fluid of the two of them, and they were tightly fused together in the entanglement of their tongues.

The smell of blood intensified the sensory stimulation of the kiss, Linghu Chong kept grabbing the sweet and fragrant sweetness in Fu Zhenhong's mouth, his strong breath lingered between their lips and teeth.

His elbows were bent, his hands passed through the sides of Fu Zhenhong's cheeks, and his broad palms were pressed against the wooden railing.Compared with the first time the two kissed in the bamboo forest, this time Linghu Chong's movements were much more proficient, but proficiency was proficiency, but it was far more powerful and violent than the first time.

As if he wanted to swallow Fu Zhenhong's breath, he melted Fu Zhenhong into his own flesh and blood.

Not to be outdone, Fu Zhenhong raised her hand, supported Linghu Chong's back neck with one hand and pressed slightly in her direction, bringing the distance between their chests closer.On the other hand, five fingers were inserted into Linghu Chong's hair, and the fingertips were wrapped around Linghu Chong's somewhat thick and stiff black hair.

Fu Zhenhong's fingers were slender and fair, with clear bones. Her jade-like skin sank into Linghu Chong's black hair like thick ink. The contrast between white and black formed a strong color difference.

The overly intense kiss made Linghu Chong's breath hotter and hotter. When taking a breath, his breathing was heavy and scorching, thick, and hoarse. His eyes looking at Fu Zhenhong were like an awakened beast staring at its prey. The appearance of time.

"... Dongfang..." Linghu Chong called Fu Zhenhong's name in this world, and before Fu Zhenhong could respond, he continued to kiss her.

Neither Fu Zhenhong nor Linghu Chong deliberately restrained the low whimpering sound caused by the kiss.It was precisely because of this that the voice passed through the wooden railing and poured into the ears of Yang Yi who was lying on the bed with incomparable clarity.

Yang Yi didn't sit up, he just opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed quietly, his dark eyebrows and eyes still had that natural calmness, and the calmness in his pupils made it difficult to see his true inner thoughts.

But in this seemingly very calm face, his lips were tightly closed into a straight line, and the hand placed by his side was also slowly clenched.

To let him hear it on purpose...

There was a ripple in Yang Yi's eyes, he knew that this was the other party's provocation and counterattack, and the identity of this person made him a little curious.

Up to now, Yang Yi naturally guessed that the man outside could not be a member of the Sun Moon God Sect, but should be someone from Jiang Hu in disguise.

So who is the real face?

Yang Yi began to compare some people in the Jianghu one by one.

To be able to go up to the Blackwood Cliff smoothly, and to kiss Dongfang Bubai wantonly, from the perspective of Dongfang Bubai, the other party cannot be an incompetent person.

In the original book, the body he wore was the person Dongfang Bubai liked, which was clearly recorded in the original book.

but……

Yang Yi suddenly thought of the content of the film adaptation, and a guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

If he remembered correctly, in the movie of the same name as the original work, the person who has a subtle affection with Dongfang Bubai is... Linghu Chong?

Yang Yi's eyelashes moved slightly, and after thinking of the name, he began to compare Linghu Chong's character with the performance of this man outside.

As for Linghu Chong outside the room, he didn't know that his identity was almost guessed by the people inside the room, but even if he was guessed right, Linghu Chong wouldn't care too much.

Right now, Linghu Chong's focus is on kissing Fu Zhenhong. Originally, Linghu Chong just wanted to use this to vent the depression in his heart, thinking of punishing her.As a result, the more he kissed, the more he found himself unwilling to let go.

He had even begun to no longer be satisfied with the simple bond of lips and teeth, Linghu Chong still wanted more.

At first, Linghu Chong thought that his feelings for Dongfang were just a kind of attracted liking, there was an impulse in it, and it could be restrained and restrained, but these days, Linghu Chong realized that his affection for Dongfang was not enough. Not on a whim.

But at this moment, he has a real desire and desire to take the East for himself.

I haven't reached the point of love yet, but it's much, much more than liking.

Before meeting Dongfang, if someone told Linghu Chong that you would fall in love with a man, would feel jealous because of a man whose identities were opposite, and would want to forcefully possess him, Linghu Chong would definitely find it ridiculous and funny.

But at this moment, the facts are in front of him.

All excuses will only appear pale and feeble.

Linghu Chong's chest was hot, and it rose and fell slightly with the aggravation and rapid breathing. He gradually slowed down the strength of the kiss, and put his palm on Fu Zhenhong's cheek, but his fingertips slowly followed the outer curve of Fu Zhenhong's jaw. Swipe down.

Because of holding the sword all the year round, Linghu Chong's fingertips had a thin layer of calluses. When these calluses rubbed against Fu Zhenhong's skin, it made it itchy.

Fu Zhenhong frowned slightly, her eyelashes moved slightly.

Linghu Chong saw this small change in Fu Zhenhong's expression, and there was a touch of affection in his eyes.

He is obviously such a formidable person, he can turn clouds and rain with just raising his hands, but his skin is so delicate, as if if he uses a little more force, he will leave bruises, purples, reds and whites on this delicate and smooth skin. trace.

In order not to let the matter become more and more out of control, Linghu Chong finally withdrew from Fu Zhenhong's lips and did not continue to kiss.He leaned over slightly, pressed his forehead against Fu Zhenhong's, and said slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Dongfang, how about I take you somewhere tonight?"

"Where is it?" Fu Zhenhong raised his eyes slightly, because of the too intense kiss just now, the faint redness at the end of his eyes has not completely dissipated.

Linghu Chong didn't answer Fu Zhenhong's question right away, but stared at Fu Zhenhong for a few seconds, then kissed Fu Zhenhong's eyes, "You'll know when you go."

Fu Zhenhong smiled, held the hand on the back of Linghu Chong's neck, and slowly rubbed the skin of the back of Linghu Chong's neck a few times with her fingertips: "You are quite brave, and you are pretending under my nose." Fu There was a dangerous coldness in Zhenhong's casual tone.

Linghu Chong's body froze slightly, and now he finally remembered that he was still a disguise.Facing Fu Zhenhong's scrutinizing gaze, Linghu Chong smiled embarrassingly. He stretched out his hand and tapped the tip of Fu Zhenhong's nose with his index finger, trying to get away with it: "It's not because of the scenery on Heimu Cliff. Are you interested?"

When Fu Zhenhong heard this, she also smiled, and the next second, she grabbed Linghu Chong's collar and turned around, swapping their positions.

With a "bang", Linghu Chong's back hit the hard wooden railing, making a clear muffled sound, but he didn't groan because of the pain in his back, but looked at him helplessly. Fu Zhenhong approached: "Dongfang, trust me, I will never do anything to hurt you."

After hearing this, Fu Zhenhong felt a little funny. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Linghu Chong leisurely: "Do you think you can hurt me?" He spoke flatly, but there was a kind of madness in his words .

Linghu Chong made a slip of the tongue.

Indeed, with Dongfang's internal strength and martial arts, there are very few people in the world who can really hurt him.

Fu Zhenhong patted Linghu Chong's face lightly, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more obvious: "Tell me, what are you going to do pretending to be a person from Zishatang?" Fu Zhenhong looked directly into Linghu Chong's eyes, A faint killing intent emerged from the depths of his pupils.

Even though the two kissed intimately just now, with their lips and teeth intertwined, but now Fu Zhenhong looked at Linghu Chong with no affection in his eyes, and the flash of killing intent was not adulterated.

This is the undefeated East.

As long as it may involve his interests, he will mercilessly obliterate it.

Linghu Chong didn't think there was anything inappropriate when the man in front of him looked at him with such eyes.Linghu Chong knew very well that the Dongfang he knew was such a person, ambitious, ambitious and strategic, bright and colorful, but extremely ruthless.

From the beginning, he knew it.

Dongfang Invincible is such a person.

And he was indeed attracted by the East.

What's more, Linghu Chong couldn't imagine Dongfang's pure and kind appearance. Perhaps only such Dongfang had that kind of dangerous attraction that bewitched thousands of people.

Like a knife emitting a cold light, it is sharp and compelling, but it makes people want to hold it in the palm of their hand and treasure it.

"Dongfang, what you want to know, I will tell you tonight."