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Jiang Ziya has always believed that he has practiced with Yuanshi Tianzun in Kunlun Shenshan for more than [-] years, which is enough to face any temptation in this world calmly, and will not be affected by emotions, let alone peace of mind.

However, for the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon, whom he had only known for a few days, he actually hesitated in the tasks he should complete because of her.

After thinking about it, the corners of Jiang Ziya's lips became tighter, and even the center of his brows frowned. Reason told him that the most important thing to do now is to leave the palace immediately, and then rush to Xiqi as quickly as possible to avoid long nights and dreams. What happens again.

But at this moment, there seemed to be another voice deep in his heart saying to go and have a look, and leave after checking the situation.

The figures of the two guards had long since disappeared, but Jiang Ziya's mind was still echoing the last words he heard from the guards...

In the warmth of the hibiscus tent, being loved by the king...

Jiang Ziya's complexion couldn't help but darken a bit, an indescribable sense of anxiety welled up in his heart, making him feel bored.

His eyes looked in the direction of Di Xin's bedroom.

to...or not to...

Jiang Ziya put his hand on his chest unconsciously, and the stuffy feeling here seemed to have told him the answer.

He could lie in front of that nine-tailed fox demon, but he couldn't lie to his inner emotional reaction.

In the end, I still care a little bit.

Jiang Ziya let out a soft sigh, this time he followed his own heart, turned around, jumped off the high wall, and quickly walked towards Di Xin's palace.

And the other side.

In the gorgeous and splendid bedroom, the elegant fragrance of brush and ink and the fragrance from the incense burner linger in the air.

The silvery moonlight diffused into the inner hall from the window, and the halo blended with the light of the lights, making the atmosphere in the inner hall warm and charming.

On the desk carved from red sandalwood, the white fur that should have been draped over Fu Zhenhong's body spread out, covering the unfinished scroll below.

Fu Zhenhong only has a light blue inner lining and a layer of white tulle on the outside. This gentle warm color softens Fu Zhenhong's impactful and bright face, which is enchanting and charming, and has an extra pink color. Light and ambiguous beauty.

Di Xin's eyes slowly looked down from Fu Zhenhong's face. He saw the delicate and small collarbone under a layer of tulle and the snow-greasy shoulders on both sides like creamy white jade. The beauty has become a looming haze, adding a kind of temptation to the heart.

It's no secret that Di Xin likes beauties.

In the past, whether it was the beauties given to him by the ministers to please him, or the beauties offered by other princes, although Di Xin still liked them, he was purely an appreciation of beauty, and had no strong desire to possess.

But Daji is different, Daji was brought back by him himself.

The beauty of Daji surpassed all the beauties in this world. It is no exaggeration to say that even Nuwa, who is sincerely worshiped by some people, is not as beautiful as his Daji.

The first time Di Xin saw this beauty in red, his heart beat faster. Although the tightness was only for a moment, it aroused his interest. The difference gave him a feeling of wanting to control and plunder.

No matter who he is, no matter what his purpose is.

He wanted to tie this person to his side.

The more dangerous and mysterious the other party is, the more excited he is.

Daji gave him a strong desire to explore, and he was willing to give him endless pampering as much as possible.

"Daji..." Di Xin slowly read Fu Zhenhong's name, his deep and hoarse voice revealed the ferocity of a wild beast before predation, but the movements of his hands were extremely gentle, and his palm gently caressed Fu Zhenhong. With Zhenhong's cheeks, some rough fingertips slowly rubbed the ends of Fu Zhenhong's eyes.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes slightly to look at Di Xin.

The longing and lust in Di Xin's eyes almost swallowed him up.

The skin against his legs was very hot, and the scorching temperature was the surge of heat in Di Xin's body.Fu Zhenhong's body temperature was cold, but at this moment, the temperature from Di Xin's body was transmitted to him, which seemed to raise his body temperature.

Di Xin rubbed the corners of Fu Zhenhong's eyes for a moment and then stopped. He saw the faint and diffuse blush at the corners of the eyes that he had stroked, and couldn't help but kiss gently on the delicate skin of his lips. for a moment.

After the kiss, Di Xin did not leave, but slowly rubbed his lips down Fu Zhenhong's cheek, and finally came to Fu Zhenhong's ear.Staring at Fu Zhenhong's delicate earlobe, Di Xin couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking it.

"Hmm..." Di Xin's wet tongue slid across Fu Zhenhong's earlobe, causing Fu Zhenhong's body to tremble slightly physiologically, and her beautiful phoenix eyes half-closed.

Fu Zhenhong's reaction pleased Di Xin. The king of the human world frowned slightly, raised the corners of his lips to Fu Zhenhong's ear frame, and said slowly: "You are mine."

He didn't call Fu Zhenhong by Daji, nor did he call himself the lonely king. At this moment, there are only you and me, and only each other.

These short four words are full of a king's favor, and even more full of Di Xin's desire and love for Zhenhong.

In the silent night, with the evening wind blowing, there will still be a moist and cool air in the air, but this magnificent palace is warm and lingering.

Behind the pearl curtain is a screen.

All the movements on the side of the desk were reflected on the screen.

That thin layer of white gauze slipped from between Di Xin's fingers, it landed on the corner of the desk, and then slid to the ground.Immediately after this thin gauze garment fell, there was Di Xin's cumbersome black outer shirt.

The black clothes are pressed against the white gauze, as if the black in the abyss and the snow on the glacier have merged together.The fusion of black and white, in the refraction of light and dark, illuminates a scene of rising heat and sorrow.

Fu Zhenhong's ears were filled with Di Xin's scorching breath, heavy and turbid, Di Xin was domineering, and Fu Zhenhong was wrapped under his arms, tightly imprisoned in his arms.

"Daji..." Di Xin called Fu Zhenhong again.

Fu Zhenhong opened her lips slightly, trying to respond to him, but Di Xin blocked her mouth with her hand: "Call me by my name." Di Xin said, his fiery breath drifting into the narrow air between the two.

Under Di Xin's gaze, Fu Zhenhong called out the emperor's name: "Di Xin."

Fu Zhenhong's voice did not prolong intentionally, but due to the series of warmth of the two people in front, his voice had already become mellow and sweet, and when it fell into Di Xin's ears, it immediately made his throat itchy. The fire-like affection was also intuitively reflected.

Since he became emperor, everyone has called him the Great King, Your Majesty, even Uncle Bigan has never called him by his name.Di Xin never thought his name was nice, but being called by Daji like this, which was obviously just two simple words, made him very excited.

At this moment, Di Xin was like an unsheathed sharp sword being put into a huge burning furnace. After being burned, the blade became hot and hard, sharp, fierce, sharp and straightforward.

And if this sword is no longer sharp and hot, only Fu Zhenhong can do it.

Fu Zhenhong raised her hand, stroked Di Xin's eyes full of strong desire, and touched Di Xin's eyelashes with her soft and delicate fingertips.Di Xin's eyelashes were a little stiff, just like his black hair that was as thick as ink.

Di Xin grabbed Fu Zhenhong's fidgeting hand, and his hand completely wrapped Fu Zhenhong's hand in his palm, holding Fu Zhenhong to feel his enthusiasm.

At this moment, Fu Zhenhong's eyelashes trembled, and the thick arc in the blink of an eye was like a delicate begonia petal, swaying tremblingly.

Di Xin's Adam's Apple rolled up and down, and something burst out of his eyes.

And at this moment, Fu Zhenhong's hand seemed to be scalded by the heat of Di Xin, even if there was an obstacle, Fu Zhenhong was a little startled.

"Daji, the lonely king will not ask about your identity or your intentions, but you must know one thing." Di Xin bit Fu Zhenhong's earlobe: "You need to stay by the lonely king's side forever."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Fu Zhenhong's answer, he held Fu Zhenhong's calf hanging under the desk and moved closer to him.

Fu Zhenhong's legs followed Di Xin's strength and came to Di Xin's back. The delicate jade feet showed a faint pink under the halo, his toes were trimmed round and beautiful, and his heels were pressed against Di Xin's back. waist.

Diagonally above the desk was a row of red tiles. When Di Xin kissed Fu Zhenhong's lips again, Fu Zhenhong felt a sudden movement above the tiles.

[Xiaohong, it's Jiang Ziya! 】The voice of the weak chicken system sounded in Fu Zhenhong's consciousness.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes slightly, looking from Di Xin's shoulder to the position above him.

Fu Zhenhong was not surprised by Jiang Ziya's arrival. From the moment he changed his clothes into Jiang Ziya's clothes for the other party to wear and leave, Fu Zhenhong expected that Jiang Ziya would not really go far.

He has traveled through too many worlds and captured countless heavenly candidates. Although he will not give the same amount of love to these captured people, Fu Zhenhong will always remember these passionate or implicit affections, And always maintain a heart of awe.

And it is precisely because he has conquered too many heavenly candidates that he has almost reached the pinnacle of speculation about people's hearts.

People like Jiang Ziya are restrained and calm, but they will not be as calm and indifferent as his master Yuanshi Tianzun, as if he has no real emotional ups and downs.

He has strongly intervened in Jiang Ziya's life. For Jiang Ziya now, it is still impossible to turn a blind eye.

So Fu Zhenhong knew that Jiang Ziya would come.

After thinking about it this way, Fu Zhenhong's eyes half-closed in joy, matching the current situation, there was a different kind of temptation in the corners of his eyes and brows.

And Di Xin, aware of Fu Zhenhong's distraction, intentionally bit Fu Zhenhong's lips with his teeth, in order to express his dissatisfaction.

When Fu Zhenhong was bitten so suddenly by Di Xin, the slight pain on his lips made him let out a soft hum.

The voice was very soft, with a touch of provocative softness.

Di Xin heard this voice... Jiang Ziya above also heard this voice.

He paused holding the rubble, and after a moment of silence, various complex emotions drove him to continue the action in his hand.

The small and neat rubble was moved a few inches, and the halo in the hall diffused. Jiang Ziya lowered his eyes and looked down in silence.