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Chaoge City in the middle of the night has an inviolable, majestic beauty under the moonlight.The bustling and bustling streets during the day are now quiet and deep, without bright lights, and the spacious road is only illuminated by the moonlight.

Jiang Ziya was walking alone on this quiet and silent street, and the bright silver halo dragged his figure for a long, long time.

After he came out of Di Xin's bedroom, he walked quickly along this westbound street. This street is the largest street in the entire Chaoge City, and it is also the only way to go out of Chaoge.

Jiang Ziya thought a lot along the way. He thought of the admonition that his master Yuqing told him not to be emotional when he was in Kunlun Shenshan. The first meeting with that fox demon...

These scenes filled his mind one after another, disturbing his mind so that he could not be completely at peace.He really wanted to get rid of these distracting thoughts, but the fragrance from the clothes on his body poured into the tip of his nose one by one with the night wind, making him unable to stop thinking about that cunning fox demon .

And when he thought of the fox demon, the last scene he saw on the rubble of Di Xin's bedroom inevitably came back to his mind.

Jiang Ziya looked up at the moonlight. At this time, Di Xin and the fox demon were probably in the dormitory.

But what does this have to do with him...

Jiang Ziya pursed his lips and speeded up his journey.

After leaving Chaoge, he went to change into clothes that had nothing to do with that fox demon. They were not the same people and should not have any relationship.

Taking a last look in the direction of the imperial city, Jiang Ziya retracted his gaze, and there was firm persistence in his dark eyes.

After this farewell, if they meet that fox demon again in the future, they will be incompatible enemies.

The night was long, and Jiang Ziya's figure finally disappeared in Chaoge.

And the other side.

In Fu Zhenhong's dream of black demon flowers blooming, there was obviously no wind around, but these delicate stamens swayed with the swing of the branches, tremblingly bewitching and coquettish.

The red and black snakes on the ground are closely entangled with each other. Their heads are intertwined and their tails intersect. Like a pair of loving couples who are inseparable in that special period, they are moving their torso wantonly and crazily At the boundary with the tail, enjoy the intimacy brought by the other party.

The red light in the pupils of the red snake becomes brighter and brighter, while the dark color in the pupils of the black snake becomes darker and darker. The entanglement, twisting, stirring and stretching between red and black brings out the most original color and harmony. Yan.

Fu Zhenhong's hands rested softly on both sides of Hongjun's shoulders, the aroma of black flowers poured into his nostrils, and along with this dark fragrance, Hongjun's body smell lingered.

That kind of faint lotus-like fragrance.

Even though the taste is not strong, it has a magical power that makes people intoxicated.

Fu Zhenhong parted her lips, and slightly raised her delicate chin to look at Hongjun. Even though she was doing something completely opposite to her own way, Hongjun's expression was still calm.

If it weren't for the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and the moderately thick lips that became a little red and swollen from the kiss, I'm afraid it wouldn't make people feel that the other party was getting close to someone.

The expression of the Supreme God is always indifferent.

Apart from the gloomy and deep flashes in his eyes, there was even a kind of restrained reserve on his face.But contrary to his expression, it was his actions.

As the Lord of Heaven, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the most powerful existence in this world.He has an insurmountable identity, unparalleled power of Taoism, endless lifespan, and absolute physical strength that never seems to know how to get tired...

His chest was strong and broad, and his breathing was low and hot.

His slender and powerful arms supported Fu Zhenhong, and his palm was hot, as if it was going to burn Fu Zhenhong's whole body when it touched Fu Zhenhong's skin.

Fu Zhenhong's eyes half-closed, and the condensed physiological tears at the end of the eyes turned into moist drops of water and slid down to her crimson cheeks, like the petals of a begonia being moistened with the first morning dew.

He was born with a beautiful appearance, and now he is even more gorgeous.

The ink-like black hair was scattered on his body in a mess, and a few strands stuck to the snow-white and round shoulders because of the fragrant sweat.

The real beauty lies in the bones, and the real charm also emanates from the bone marrow.Sweat made his skin shiny and silky. He was like the red snake, swaying with the power and rhythm of the black snake, exuding an enchanting demeanor.

The Tao said, reason is born from the heart, love is born from the heart, and action is born from the heart.

Meeting because of fate, blind date because of love, entanglement because of blind date, the way of the world, following it is natural.

Hongjun's hand caressed Fu Zhenhong's little teardrop that slid down his cheek. The crystal clear teardrop quickly spread out on Hongjun's fiery fingertips, and finally half of it dissipated in the air, and half of it permeated into his skin.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Hongjun's slight distraction at this time, even though Hongjun's movements did not slow down in any way, Fu Zhenhong still pinched Hongjun's Adam's apple punitively, and even tightened it on purpose. For a moment, so that the lord of the way of heaven can put all his attention on him.

Hongjun's eyes couldn't help but half-closed, and his face was finally stained with heat. This passionate heat came from the rising temperature in his own body, and it was also from the body that wrapped him. Stimulated by intimacy.

Wind, flowers, snow and moon, landscape and spring.

Hongjun himself couldn't tell whether this monstrous pleasure came from the inner demon he had sealed, or from himself.

Or it cannot be so distinguished.

Because the inner demon is a part of himself.

Even though he had his own consciousness in the long years, it was still his inner demon, he was Hongjun.

From the moment he retrieved his inner demons in 7000 years, he was no longer the absolutely just Lord of Heaven, he had selfishness and selfish desires.

The fruit of my heart has been planted.

It is deeply buried in a layer of icy gray and black earth's crust. From the surface, it is calm, cold and gentle, and airtight.

But the more suppressed the flame of emotion, the hotter it is.

One day, when the calm plane suddenly cracked a crack, hot magma would spurt out from the high mountain, shaking violently.

Fu Zhenhong's body was like a delicate boat floating on the vast sea. Under the storm, he was bumped and heaved by the rough water.

And the black demon flowers around are like the water plants under the boat being rolled up by the waves, as for the red and black double snakes, they are the dragons hovering in the water.

In order to prevent himself from being completely swallowed by the deep and huge sea water, Fu Zhenhong could only grab a support with his fingers, so his nails were sunk deep into Hongjun's hot and humid skin, and the pink and tender nail shells were in harmony with Hongjun's. When the fair skin is lined up together, it is as if the branches of peach blossoms are covered with a layer of white snow.

In this dream, there is no alternation of day and night.

Neither sunshine nor stars.

The whole dream is based on a hazy white background, which is relatively insipid compared to the singing of birds and flowers in other people's dreams, but it is precisely because of this pure white that is not stained with dirt that the flowers and snakes in it, The people inside have become a distinctive embellishment.

Fu Zhenhong's identity in this world is a fox demon. Naturally, both physical strength and flexibility are unmatched by ordinary people. Hongjun, as a supreme being, is the strongest in almost every field. The various functions of the body also represent the acme of the strongest in this world.

A demon, a god.

None of them belong to humans.

And since it does not belong to humans, there is no human fatigue.

In the dream, I can't feel the passage of time, Fu Zhenhong's eyes are full of Hongjun's appearance, and the appearance that he is so calm but ruthlessly teasing him is so damn sexy.Fu Zhenhong finally desecrated the way of heaven and the most powerful god in the world.

But there is a very strange contradiction in Hongjun's body, as if even though he is in the mud, he can calmly hold the flowers with one hand and wipe the mud at his feet with the other.

It seems that he has both light and dark sides, and he always maintains the balance between light and shadow, so this handsome face is refracted into two sides, one is righteous and the other is evil.

This contradictory temperament merged into his body, forming a unique attraction, and this attraction, at this moment, was magnified to the maximum, giving Fu Zhenhong double satisfaction.

Again, relative.

Hongjun also disturbed the peace and tranquility of thousands of years in Fu Zhenhong's spring because of him, and his heart became hot.

Minutes passed by...

Because there is no change of day and night in this dream, there is no saying that the number of days accumulates.In fact, Fu Zhenhong is not in an ordinary dream, because of the deliberate design of Hongjun's demon, and because of Fu Zhenhong's deliberate laissez-faire, there is a subtle difference between the time and the real time of the outside world.

The ten days in the dream correspond to the five days outside.

So when Fu Zhenhong slowly woke up from the dream, five days had passed since the night he was called to the bedroom by Di Xin.

Five days is neither long nor short.

After all, hundreds of hours are enough for many accidents to happen.

"Master, you're finally awake!" Cui Yuan's surprised voice rang in Fu Zhenhong's ear.

Fu Zhenhong turned her head to look at Cui Yuan who was standing by the bed, her eyes stayed on her smiling face for a moment, then she sat up and glanced around lazily.

This environment was not something he said he was familiar with. It was obviously not the room that Di Xin sent for him to settle in after he came to Chaoge's imperial city, nor was it the room in Di Xin's palace where he slept when he fell asleep.

"Master?" Fu Zhenhong leaned against the head of the bed and repeated the address in a low voice.

"Master, don't you like this title?" Cui Yuan carefully glanced at Fu Zhenhong's face, her eyes paused for a few seconds on Fu Zhenhong's body, and then she blushed and quickly moved away.

Cui Yuan lowered her head, her reverent and respectful tone was mixed with a trace of nervousness and shyness that could not be concealed: "Your Majesty said that in the current situation, it would be more appropriate to call you Master."