Binding the Dragon for the Empress

The Xuanxuan was slightly opened, the candles in the hall were flickering, and the overlapping figures in the hanging tent swayed, and there was a suppressed muffled groan faintly, a slender hand suddenly stretched out from under the tent, and the next second Fastened tightly to the edge of the bed.

The hidden sound of collision and disordered breathing did not disappear in the hall until late at night...

Yan Yuan pulled Xuanlong's waist into her arms, and the sweaty bodies of the two were immediately pressed together, and the tip of the nose was filled with a clear and cold fragrance, which made people feel very comfortable.

Yan Yuan kissed behind Xuanlong's ear contentedly: "Abo, I couldn't hold back for a while, I'm sorry..."

Xuanlong was too exhausted to talk to him, his eyelids were too heavy to lift, and after a long while, he forced out a hoarse sentence: "No problem."

Yan Yuan didn't intend to have sex with Xuan Long, he just wanted to come to accompany Xuan Long to simply sleep, who knew that when she leaned over to kiss him, she could not control the cold fragrance on his body, Yan Yuan suspected What kind of mystery is mixed with the cold fragrance on Xuanlong's body.Soul medicine, otherwise how could it make him lose control like this.

But from the day we first met, Xuanlong has this smell on him, which shows that it is innate, and it is impossible to do anything.

Even the blood and sweat from Xuanlong has this kind of pleasant smell, unlike the human race, the blood has an unpleasant rusty smell, and the sweat smells even more stinky.

Things seem to be developing in an uncontrollable direction.

How could he always be unable to get rid of the temptation of Xuanlong's body.

Is it because Xuanlong is really too delicious... or is it because he has only tasted his Yilong's body, so he is so hungry?

When Ning Zhiyu wakes up, they will know after they consummate the room.

Yan Yuan hugged Xuanlong, but what she was thinking about was Ayu who was lying unconscious in Luanfeng Palace at the moment. He thought that Ayu was so gentle and soft, fair and handsome, she must be much better than Xuanlong.

When the room is consummated, he will definitely not be greedy for Xuanlong's body anymore.

Ayu is the queen he married in three books and six rites, and the palm treasure he has loved for three years, the cinnabar mole.And Xuanlong is just a pawn tricked into the palace to save Ayu, Yan Yuan has always been very clear about which is more important.

He didn't kill Xuanlong either, as long as he saves Ayu with a little dragon scale, when Ayu wakes up, he will let him go.

There is guilt, but as an emperor, Yan Yuan belongs to him for thousands of miles. Since Xuanlong is in his big country, it is also his. What's wrong.

Thinking so, Yan Yuan felt inexplicably uneasy in her heart, probably because what he wanted was not only Xuanlong's scales, but he also deceived Xuanlong's feelings.

After thinking about it again, I don't love him anyway, so I should be more cruel, what to do with so many considerations.

Since ancient times, emperors have been so ruthless, so I am very kind.If it were someone else, they might have won Xuanlong's heart right away.

Thinking in this way, Yan Yuan felt that she was absolutely right, everything was for A Yu, he had no other choice.

Smelling the unique cold fragrance of Xuanlong's body, Yan Yuan closed her eyes with peace of mind, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream.

The monstrous flames of war are everywhere.

Corpses that died in battle were scattered around, lying on the ground like rags, and the sky was dyed blood red...

The man was dying in his arms, his face was covered with blood, he wanted to wipe his face with his sleeve, but he couldn't wipe the bloody face clean, instead it hurt the wound on the man's face.

The despair and sadness of extinction surged in Yan Yuan's chest, he was very scared, afraid that the man would leave him forever, so he hugged him, covered the bloody hole in his chest, and begged him over and over again not to die.

The man seemed to be smiling at him, and the mouth that kept gushing out blood bubbles moved and said something to him. Yan Yuan couldn't hear clearly, and couldn't see the man's face clearly, and there was a non-stop whining in her ears, like the sound of wind , It was like a crying sound mixed with wind coming from a distant valley, Yan Yuan broke down and cried, because he found that gradually the man didn't even speak, and his mouth didn't move, as if he had no strength.

No matter how much he begged him, the man died in his arms in the end. The man's body turned into black sparks, and disappeared bit by bit into his arms, into the air...

Yan Yuanyan couldn't wake up from the nightmare, her eyebrows were wrinkled in pain, and she murmured in despair: "Ayu..."

"Ayu...don't go..."

Rain fell outside the house, dripping on the eaves of the hall, and the sky was slightly white.

Xuanlong beside him was woken up, looking thoughtfully at the tears that kept flowing from the corners of Yan Yuan's eyes, he hesitantly reached out to help him wipe them off, but just after wiping them off, new tears flowed out, gradually Wet the temples.

Who is Ayu? ...

Xuanlong didn't understand why Yan Yuan cried so sadly when he thought of that person, so he fell silent and gently pushed Yan Yuan's arm, trying to wake him up: "A Yuan."