After being scummed by four men

"It's hard to fight in other people's territory." Fu Heisher said so, but his expression was still relaxed, and the sword on his right hand flew up and down like clouds and flowing water, easily blocking all of He Zecheng's attacks.

"Tch, reptile." He Zecheng spread his wings irritably, flew into the air, and moved his fingers—

"The field unfolds, and the "crime crowns." "

Black flames descended from the sky, and once again blasted the indifferent Fu Heisher into scum.

He Zecheng frowned as he watched the black-haired man reappear in the lake again, his impatience gradually expanded.

At the beginning of the fight, He Zecheng was still happy that Fu Heisher was not a real magician, and he was not used to using magic formulas, but simply used magic weapons to fight.

However, as time went on, He Zecheng discovered inconceivably that even with this simple use of spell power, he could not defeat him, and even if he did not have the ability to interrupt him from time to time with "Crown of Evil", it is very possible now has been caught.

He Zecheng was a little tired of this useless style of play, and looked at Fu Heisher who had been resurrected again, and had no intention of doing it again.

Fu Heisher scratched his head, and didn't intend to fight any more. He looked up at the throne on the thorny ladder, and then walked over.

"Hello!" He Zecheng saw what he meant and called him angrily, but Fu Heisher ignored him and stepped on the thorny stairs.

Fu Heisher walked up leisurely, letting the thorns pierce the soles of his feet, the blood stained the steps, and walked to the throne in a few steps.

He Zecheng became anxious all of a sudden, he flapped his wings, and appeared on the throne in the next second.

Fuheshier looked like a child grabbing a seat, tightly clutching the armrests on both sides, watching his blond hair cursing vigilantly, and raised his eyebrows:

"stand up."

"Want to fight?" He Zecheng sneered.

"Okay," Fuheshier agreed, looking down at the blond cursing, he grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and smiled maliciously and arrogantly, "If you won't let me sit, don't you either. "

"Fu Heisher!" He Zecheng raised his head violently, staring at him with a pair of fierce double pupils full of murderous intent, "This is a symbol of my authority, and I will never share it with anyone!"

Fu Heisher crossed his arms, looked at the blond hair cursingly and furiously, and then said:

"There is a first time for everything, just get used to it."

He Zecheng held back his anger and tried his best to tell himself not to fight him again, but he heard Fu Heisher say again:

"Obviously it's a pet, you should have squatted beside it."

He Zecheng couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed towards him with an angry face...

After an unknown amount of time, He Zecheng squeezed awkwardly with Fu Heisher and sat on the throne.

Fu Heisher crossed Erlang's legs indifferently, pushing He Zecheng aside.

Fu Heisher is 1.9 meters tall and has a strong figure. He Zecheng is 1.7 meters and [-] meters tall and has a slender figure.

He Zecheng angrily squeezed Fu Heisher, but Fu Heisher remained motionless as if he didn't notice it.

"Point that way!" He Zecheng leaned on his arm, gritted his teeth.

Fu Heisher lowered his eyes as if he didn't hear, but the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

Seeing the smile on Fu Heisher's lips, He Zecheng knew that this guy was playing tricks on him, so he was so angry that he directly bit him.

"Sure enough, it's a pet." Fu Heisher lowered his head, his eyes finally swept over to him, he curled his lips and said lazily.

"You want to fight again?" He Zecheng looked up at him coldly, provocatively stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the blood on his lips, and rolled all of Fu Heisher's blood into his mouth.

The blond-haired young man has a beautiful appearance, one golden and one black double pupil looked at him provocatively, his soft red tongue slowly licked his bright red lips, and rolled all the dark blood in his mouth, leaving a layer of alluring The glare of the water made Fu Heisher startled.

Fu Heisher's Adam's apple couldn't help rolling up and down.

Fu Heisher has heard a lot of scandals about He Zecheng in the field since he woke up. As far as he knows, He Zecheng was dating the magician Xia Youjie at that time. Gojo Satoru had been in a relationship, the kid named Ichino Toru was also secretly pursuing him, and the "junko" who killed him that day, they had also been in a relationship.

Fu Heisher has only dated women, so he was always puzzled to hear that so many men fell in love with He Zecheng.

Don't all men look alike?

But now he understands a little bit, this He Zecheng is really good-looking, not only good-looking, but also very arousing people's desire.

Fu Heisher was distracted because of thinking, but his arm was covered with a soft touch, and then he was pushed hard, and Fu Heisher's body moved a little to the side.

"Point that way for me! I'm crowded!" He Zecheng looked impatient, pushing Fu Heisher who was sitting like a hill.

His slender and slender fingers sank into the skin of Fuheshier's arm, and that kind of force scratched Fuheshier's heart itchy. Sliding and revealing the snowy wrist.

Fu Heisher's skin is also very white, that kind of clean white, but when He Zecheng's wrist is close, his skin seems to be inferior.

He Zecheng's skin is a kind of snowy white, warm and moist like a layer of water, but it exudes a faint fragrance like petals, which makes people want to lower their heads and sniff it.

Fu Heisher squinted at He Zecheng's wrist with downcast eyes, looked at it, and suddenly stretched his head over, which startled He Zecheng.

He Zecheng was furious because Fu Heisher deliberately squeezed him, but a big black head suddenly squeezed in front of him.

Fu Heisher's black hair is very regular, a kind of jet black like ink.

His hair was long to his neck, not fluffy but drooping softly, but his hair was thick and hard, with the ends curled up in a rough way.

Fu Heisher was buried in his arms, and the prickly tail of his hair poked He Zecheng's chin hard, making He Zecheng feel as if a lazy black panther's head was stuffed in his arms.

Then He Zecheng felt his wrist being sniffed by the black panther. He Zecheng, who was in a daze, immediately reacted, and angrily pushed Fu Heisher's head away:

"What's wrong with you?"

Instead, Fu Heisher looked at him dissatisfied, raised his left eyebrow unhappily, and opened his left eye wide:

"I smell what's wrong, I haven't finished it yet."

Although he really didn't smell anything just now, he hasn't verified other ideas yet.

He Zecheng was pissed off by his upright appearance, grabbed his arm and tried to let him go down, but Fu Heisher grabbed his wrist.

He Zecheng tried to break free, but was easily caught by his mouth.

"Fu Heisher!" He Zecheng didn't know why, and scolded him irritably, but seeing him lower his eyes and think for a while, he suddenly stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his wrist.

The hot and humid tongue slid across the skin, and some rough taste buds brushed against the beating pulse on the inside of the wrist. He Zecheng felt his body go limp and almost fell into his arms.

Fu Heisher felt a faint fragrance coming to his nostrils, and the skin licked by the tip of his tongue was so delicate that it made people linger.

Fu Heisher felt very novel. He just wanted to lower his head to taste it again, but his scalp hurt, which made him mutter uncomfortably:

"doing what?"

Seeing that Fu Heisher not only did not let go of him, but wanted to continue, He Zecheng quickly grabbed his hair and stopped him from lowering his head again.

Listening to Fu Heisher's shameless rhetorical question, He Zecheng said with a cold face and a hoarse voice:

"Do you still want to be killed by me again?"

Although He Zecheng really couldn't beat him, he could kill him instantly by expanding his field.

Fu Heisher smacked his lips regretfully, and let go of He Zecheng's wrist.

He Zecheng withdrew his arm with a "swish", frowned, and wanted to hide from Fu Heisher, who was suddenly out of his mind, and didn't care about Fu Heisher squeezing him anymore.

However, he just moved to the side, but his face was suddenly held by a pair of big hands, forcing him to turn his head away.

He Zecheng looked at the magnified face of Fuheshier that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The lids of his eyes were slightly closed, but their pupils were raised darkly, staring at him closely. The thin lips with wild scars on the corners of their lips turned towards He leaned over.

He Zecheng was so frightened that his double pupils, one gold and one black, opened slightly, and he wanted to back away, but a soft coldness quickly and forcefully covered his lips.

"...Fu Hei!" He Zecheng was startled and angry, and wanted to stop Fu Heisher's forceful licking and kissing, but was taken advantage of.

Fu Heisher held his face and pulled him towards him, forcing him to lie on his chest, raising his head to bear the entanglement of his lips and tongue.

He Zecheng sat on Fu Heisher's lap, with his hands resting on his strong chest muscles, his back was forced to bend slightly, and he raised his head with difficulty, enduring the black panther's eating.

He Zecheng gradually couldn't take it anymore, the silver thread kept slipping from the corner of his mouth, but was licked away by the greedy black panther's tongue.

In the dizziness of lack of oxygen, He Zecheng felt hands touch his belt, he was anxious, and quickly grabbed those hands, trying to stop his behavior.

Fu Heisher changed from just intending to smell it to licking it, and now to the forced kiss, his interest became more and more intense, and he felt the blood all over his body roaring through his veins because of excitement.

He tasted the sweetness in the cursing mouth of the ill-behaved blond, and touched his belt.

The belt of the blond curse was a simple rope belt, which was very easy to untie, but it was stopped by the other party as soon as his hand touched the other party's belt.

"Uh, uh——" the blond curse trembled under his aggression, and the hands holding his fingers were so weak, which made Fuheshier's scalp tingle with excitement.

However, he didn't do anything, and really withdrew his hand.

It seems, a little too much.Fu Heisher looked at He Zecheng's red and swollen lips, the red corners of his eyes, and the eyes staring at him fiercely, and muttered something in his heart.

Why did you just kiss a man?Fu Heisher was troubled, and almost fell asleep.

"What are you staring at me for?" Fu Heisher innocently looked at He Zecheng who was being bullied into a mess, "I don't sleep with men."

"Oh? Really?" He Zecheng said expressionlessly, and then slapped the big hands tightly holding his waist, "You take your hands away from me first."

"Cut, you don't know a good heart," Fu Heisher said without moving, "Are you stupid? As soon as I let go, you will fall down? Do you want to roll on these thorns? I don't know." Mind you."

Fu Heisher's chest muscles are too strong, and he is sitting in a sitting posture, making He Zecheng very unstable on his stomach, and there is a danger of falling if he moves a little.

He Zecheng's face darkened.

Although he has become a curse now, and he can't understand all the affection and intimacy with those lovers in the past, but he still has an intuition that something is wrong with Fu Heisher.

But they can't beat him, and if they hide, both of them can only stay in the field, and they can't hide.

He Zecheng could only choose to take one step at a time.

At this time, he suddenly heard Fu Heisher say:

"Hey, let's chat."

He Zecheng raised his head expressionlessly, and looked at Fu Heisher coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Fu Heisher didn't mind at all, he had been seen like this countless times during this time, and he didn't lose a piece of meat.

"Just tell me how you fell in love with those men." Fu Heisher looked at He Zecheng, whose eyes turned red with anger, and said maliciously.

Humming a song, the real person strolled around the abandoned shrine, seemingly wandering around, but stopped briskly in front of a Japanese room after a while.

The real person gently opened the door, and he looked at the densely packed seal talisman papers in the room innocently and curiously, and then took out a small bell-like magic tool that he had finally obtained from his sleeve, and approached the room with ease. A box in the center of the room surrounded by white linking ropes.

The real person looked at the box in his hand, the corners of his lips curled up, and he opened it, revealing the sealed eyes inside.

"The Lord of Evil? A little excitement appeared on his naive and gloomy face, "Since the two-faced Su Nuo has already been fleshed, why not let the "Lord of Evil" be fleshed too?" "

"There is something really wrong with this Kazawa."

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