His old enemy deceives the world

The melted snowdrops dripped on his forehead, Chong Cang trembled his eyelashes, and woke up among the shadows of swaying trees.

"..." Rubbing his forehead, he felt dizzy for some reason. He supported the tree trunk to stand up, and saw a young man bending over to wash something by the stream in front of him.

Chong Cang walked over, and after getting closer, he found that the corner of the boy's clothes was stained with blood.

Feeling vaguely that something was wrong, Chong Cang said hesitantly: "You..."

Hearing the sound, the young man raised his head, and the revealed face stunned Chong Cang for no other reason. This face was really similar to Chu Yu's, but the calmness and wantonness between his brows were missing, replaced by melancholy and weak.

"Are you awake?" The young man looked up at him, put down the hem of his wrung clothes, pointed to the outside of the forest and said, "The demon master is looking for you."

"Demon Lord?" Chong Cang frowned slightly, seemingly confused, "Is it Chu Yu?"

"Otherwise, who else would it be?" The boy's expression was quite indifferent.

After finishing speaking, he continued to scrub the clothes on his body with water, while Chong Cang vaguely saw many old scars under his rolled-up trousers.

His eyes darkened, but he didn't stop there, turned around and walked in the direction the boy pointed, passing through the dark flowers, misty willows, until his eyes suddenly opened up, and the vast white stone platform appeared in front of him, and he suddenly realized that this place is Hongxuejian.

What's wrong with me?Chong Cang pressed between his eyebrows.

"My lord." A passing Phoenix saluted him.

Chong Cang nodded, and asked by the way, "Where is Chu Yu?"

"Of course it's in his bedroom." Fenghuang smiled and said, "Are you joking? The Demon Lord has been waiting for you for a long time."

wait for me?For some reason, Chong Cang suddenly felt a fever in his chest. He had never felt that such a short word would touch people's hearts so much.

Stepping unconsciously, he hurried towards the palace embedded in the mountain, and when he stepped into it, he realized that he was familiar with the place.

Pushing open the last door of the hall, dense water vapor rushed towards the face instantly, accompanied by the hazy breath of sandalwood, Chong Cang walked to the side of the soup pool facing the diffuse mist, after a few lonely dripping sounds, the end of the pool finally There were red ripples, and then Chu Yu's figure slowly emerged from the clouds. His smooth back, as tight as a bow string, disappeared under the dark silk and satin with the movement of dressing. a tight.

"Chu Yu." He swallowed at his Adam's apple, and his voice was a little hoarse, but it was obvious that he was not in a state of mind right now. Since he just woke up, he felt that his memory was a bit confused, so he couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "How did I sleep in the woods?"

But who knew that when Chu Yu turned his head, he gave him a cold glance, then casually put the hair hanging from his forehead behind his head, and said, "Didn't you hide from me on purpose?"

"Hiding you?" Chong Cang felt absurd for a moment, and put those doubts behind him for a moment, he just couldn't laugh or cry: "How could I?"

Chu Yu said contemptuously when he heard the words: "Normally, I can't, but when Ermao is making a fuss, I can talk about it."

After speaking, he walked to the side of the three-screen couch, picked up the books that fell on the floor and said, "You have been hiding for a long time, but do you know how that brat tortured me?"

Hearing him mention Ermao, Chong Cang suddenly saw a little chubby bird rolling on the ground, choked for a moment and said: "... What did he do again?"

"He secretly ate something behind my back, and just now he had a stomachache that made him die, and finally he vomited all over me before he finally stopped." Chu Yu said, raising his wrist and sniffing with some disgust.

cute.

This idea suddenly popped up in Chong Cang's mind, of course it was not used to describe a certain brat, but Chu Yu who was complaining like an ordinary wife in front of him at the moment.

"It's my fault for making you work hard." He said insincerely.

"Of course it's your fault." Chu Yu replied bluntly, but his body was already lazily leaning on the soft pillow, the corner of his mouth raised a haughty arc and said: "But who told you that you are the guest of honor here? "

Chong Cang's eyes suddenly burst into rich purple, and he walked over and put his hands on the soft pillow, but he still said: "If I were the guest of the curtain, what would you be?"

"It's up to you." Chu Yu indulged with a smile: "Anyway, I've been played by you less these days?"

With a click, Chong Cang clearly heard the sound of his tense flesh and blood moving under the skin. It was called raging lust. For such a moment, he could hardly help pouring out all his desires and venting his desires. On this person, it was as if there was a floodgate in the depths of his mind, cutting off this impulse.

He always felt that he should have come here to do something, but as soon as he thought about it, his thoughts became chaotic.

The feeling that things were going out of control made him very irritable.

In the end, he exhausted all his willpower and raised his body. Under Chu Yu's surprised gaze, he stood up and shook his head, "Chu Yu...now is not the time."

Seeing this, Chu Yu also sat up, and said in a rather sarcastic tone, "There are times when you are not in time?"

"I don't know, I just suddenly feel like I forgot something..."

Before he finished speaking, the next moment Chu Yu directly raised his arms and wrapped them around his neck, half annoyed and half annoyed: "It's rare that I'm interested, if you don't know what's interesting, I might send you off."

These words made Chong Cangsha's pupils constrict: "Chu Yu..."

He glanced at the maid waiting outside the curtain, and said, "Aren't you going to let them back down?"

"What are you afraid of? Is there anyone in this hall who can't control his tongue?" Chu Yu pulled him onto the couch as he spoke, and pointed out: "Besides, this is not the first time..."

"You are really...really..." Chong Cang clenched his waist tightly, breathing unevenly.

"What?" Chu Yu coaxed softly.

"There is no cure!"

After all, he exerted force with his hands and trampled on the body below him viciously and willfully until the brocade was wet and the sky was about to darken.

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