Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

At the moment when Fu Zhenhong's lips gently enclose Yiqi Yiyi's earlobe, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen trembled from the sudden intimacy, and his skin also showed physiological ecstasy instantly. Tiny bumps.

It felt as if there was a tingling weak electric current rushing straight up from his spine and into his throat, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Yiqi Yizhen's skin was already very fair, and the blush on his face became redder and redder with Fu Zhenhong's movements, and his golden eyes were already transformed by the special spiritual power just now. She felt a little hazy and distracted, and at this moment, under Fu Zhenhong's deliberate seduction, she became even more dazed and vaguely shy.

Fu Zhenhong was very satisfied with the changes in the first phase and one shock. He didn't give the blue-haired Fu Sangshen too much time to react, but stuck out his tongue in this position, and slowly began to lick Fu Sangshen. Already red earlobes.

Fu Zhenhong's body temperature was slightly cold, but his tongue was warm and moist, and his whole body trembled, and the blush spread to his neck, perhaps because the new spirit was still flowing in his body. Due to the spiritual power of the examiner, facing the seductive and provocative actions of the examiner, it is impossible to reject them from the bottom of their hearts, and there is even a faint anticipation and joy.

Yiqi Yizhen felt that a fire had gathered in his lower abdomen quickly, making his thoughts more and more messy.

he can't get rid of...

When the spiritual power of the new god-judgment flowed into every corner of his body, an indelible relationship had been established between Daojian Fusangshen and the god-judger.

Although the spiritual power of the god judge is full of extremely dangerous aggression and bewitching power, domineering, fierce, like a dark abyss, instead of making him feel uncomfortable, it inexplicably aroused the desire to conquer deep in his heart, and a A strange feeling of possession and plunder.

The bedtime meal delivered to your door...

I suddenly thought of what this man said.

bed time...

This is the behavior he hates the most and the most painful, it is the root cause of his brothers' pain, and it is the chief culprit that makes the originally beautiful and harmonious Honmaru go dark.

He should have rejected and cast aside, but at this moment, Yiqi Yizhen found himself shamefully deluded in the face of this new interrogator.

It shouldn't be like this!

His purpose in coming to the living room tonight was to die and perish.

After thinking about it, the heat on Yiqi Yizhen's face faded by more than half in an instant. He frowned unconsciously, and raised his hand to push Fu Zhenhong away.

However, just as his hands touched Fu Zhenhong's body, Fu Zhenhong, who had long been aware of his intentions, suddenly sucked Yi Qi Yi's earlobe.

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen froze, and the pleasure of being absorbed by the earlobe was an experience he had never experienced before. Such a sudden stimulation made him soften instantly, and the blushing that receded covered his cheeks again. The hand that was supposed to push Fu Zhenhong back also lost strength.

From a distance, it looked more like he was holding Fu Zhenhong's shoulders with both hands domineeringly, preventing Fu Zhenhong from leaving.

Fu Zhenhong let go of playing with his earlobe in the first phase. He stood up straight and faced the blue-haired Fu Sangshen. Pursing his lips, he gave a low laugh.

His laughter was very soft, and it seemed a little hoarse and hoarse under the quiet and remote night. The warm breath flowed out from between his slightly parted lips, and entered the narrow air between the two of them, penetrating into it. The vibrating eardrums made him itchy all over, as if a tiny feather slowly fell into the tip of his heart.

"You can't refuse me," Fu Zhenhong looked into Yiqi Yizheng's eyes, staring at his prey like a monster who specializes in seducing people in the middle of the night: "My spiritual power is flowing in your body, you will be delighted by me Get closer, even...you will be extremely eager to have a more intimate physical entanglement with me."

When she said the last few words, Fu Zhenhong elongated her tone on purpose, softly, spreading endless temptation in this ambiguous night.

One phase and one vibration are like fish on a chopping board. While he loathes the touch with this judge, he is secretly looking forward to a closer relationship. Two completely opposite emotions are intertwined in the blue-haired man. In Shenshen's mind, he had the feeling that his body was about to explode.

Fu Zhenhong didn't care about Yiqi Yizhen's chaotic thoughts. His hands began to move around Yiqi Yizhen's neck. The tattered military uniform couldn't cover the young man's tall and straight body. The young man blushed and exposed his skin Also glowing red.

This is a body exuding strong male hormones. After the mature Touken Fusangshin was aroused, his body became astonishingly hot.

Fu Zhenhong's fingertips are slightly cool, and his delicate and round fingertips are green and white. He uses his fingertips to touch Fu Sangshen's skin that is not covered by the military uniform, feeling the youth His chest heaved and heaved with rapid breathing.

The fingertips are soft and slightly cool, but the chest under the fingertips is scorching and full of warm elasticity.

"Hmm..." An extremely suppressed moan escaped from his lips, he took a deep breath, grabbed Fu Zhenhong's provocative hand, and stopped Fu Zhenhong's more explicit movements .

Fu Zhenhong sneered, and directly covered her lips with Yiqi's.

The soft and warm touch on the lips instantly collapsed the fortress that Yiqi Yizheng had erected with great difficulty.He is Fusangshen born from a sword. A sword is a weapon, a weapon full of fierce blood and aggressiveness. It is bloody and has a desire to conquer in its nature.

After a while, his golden pupils turned into deep and obscure blackness. He loosened and tightened Fu Zhenhong's hand, then tightened and loosened again. After doing this twice, Fu Zhenhong's tongue tried to push back When opening his white teeth, the blue-haired Fu Sangshen closed his eyes, as if he had finally let his reason die.

The tip of his nose is full of the breath of this god judge. It is obviously not strong honeysuckle scent, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, but it makes Yiqi feel extremely rich, pouring into the tip of his nose, pouring into his chest In the bottom of my heart, I can't melt away, I can't disperse.

He can't refuse...

Fu Zhenhong raised her hands around Yiqi Yizhen's neck, pressed her lips against Yiqi Yizhen's lips, and rubbed them lightly for a moment, then lowered her voice and said slowly in a tone almost commanding: "Yiqi Shake it up, from now on, surrender to me, serve me, and please me."

This is not so much the suppression of the sword Fusangshen by the god judge, but rather the love and rare connivance of the hunter for the prey.

He felt an unprecedented strong vibration in his chest, and at this moment, it seemed that he was imprinted with some kind of deep brand by the God-inspector in his arms, which made him unable to get rid of it forever.

A vile judge, a monster who deceives people and enjoys lust!

Yiqi Yizhen opened his eyes, he stared at Fu Zhenhong quietly for a few seconds, then pinched Fu Zhenhong's chin, and their lips were also intertwined.

At first, Fusangshen, the sword with a certain sense of revenge, snatched the sweetness in the mouth of the judge one by one, but after tasting that kind of beauty, he unknowingly softened his actions, changing from a strong plunder to a Gently please.

The sweet fragrance between the lips and teeth makes the first episode addictive, and I can't help but want more...more...

There was no moon or stars in the pitch-black sky, and there was no wind in the airtight living room, only the sucking sound of Yiqi Yizhen's light kiss with Fu Zhenhong was so clearly audible.

Taidao's eyesight should not be so clear in the dark night, but the blue-haired Fu Sangshen, who has just been captured by the spiritual power of the god judge, can see Fu Zhenhong's face so clearly and clearly. Is it the flushed, slightly raised eye ends, or the delicate eyes as deep as ink, or the charming and coquettish tear mole under the eyes.

The body was hot and scorching hot, and the golden eyes burst out with extremely complex emotions, with fierce desire to attack and destroy, and even more plundered by desire and longing.

Men are creatures that are easily influenced by love and desire. When the sword Fusangshen has an entity, it means that they are no longer a cold weapon. They have thoughts, emotions, and irresistible impulses.

The root cause of No. [-] Honmaru's dark fall is that the first god judge forcibly tried out the Sleeping Ban, and the pedophile god judge took the cute-looking short knives as the objects of his lust.

When Yiqi Yizhen came to Honmaru, although the first judge was gone, the pain suffered by his younger brothers made him disgusted and angry at such behavior. He hated why he didn't come earlier, and even more hated forcibly fighting with swords. A god judge who has a relationship with the gods.

But now, he felt an unprecedented happiness in the body of the fifth god-inspector in Honmaru, and he felt that he was about to break down.

He felt the heat of this man, moist and warm, surrounding him and sucking him in. This man, a vicious god judge, was like a piranha, or a monster that preyed on men's energy in the Heian-kyo period.

Yiqi's breathing was quick and heavy, and his movements were strong and full of strength. He looked at the slightly flushed cheeks of the examiner, who was beautiful and seductive. Fallen magic.

The young man who is the sword Fusangshen has far more energy and vitality than ordinary people. He is like a beast that smells of meat. Once bitten, he will not let go easily.He moved his flexible and strong waist, his jaw was firm, and even the lines of his neck became tense.

He wanted to hear the shattered voice of this vile judge. At this moment, he was submitting to him, serving him, and pleasing him, but he wanted to see him crying and begging for mercy.

Fu Zhenhong panted slightly, and inserted her five fingers into the blue-haired Fu Sangshen's hair. The white and slender fingers were between the blue hair, like the coastline of the dark blue sea illuminated by the halo at sunset.

In the first phase, he narrowed his golden eyes and kept deepening his movements. He wrapped his arms around Fu Zhenhong's waist and hugged Fu Zhenhong, and then began to rub the tear mole under Fu Zhenhong's eyes with his fingertips.

The fire of desire, the flower of sin.