Chinese Almanac Master

"Han Yi, are you crazy?"

"En... ah... ah... huh?"

There was only a low moaning sound with one mouth open, and he looked at Zhongyuan with a half-smile with his eyes poking out of his cold clothes, and there were still a few traces of translucent water on his pale lips. Seeing this situation, Zhongyuan let go of his palm in an instant, But Han Yi only cut off his fingertips with the Yanling knife, then wiped the bright red blood on his lips and slowly licked it clean.

The blood that fell from his lips flowed down his chin to his neck, Han Yi tilted his head and let the goose feathers fall on his thin shoulders, while the scattered gray clothes hung down between his arms, his body full of scars was full of blood. All kinds of scary and ferocious marks were left by those ghosts just now, but against his gloomy complexion, there is a kind of gorgeous beauty.

The millennium's battle seemed to be still in front of him, but Zhong Yuan seemed to be unable to tell which one was the real Han Yi for a while, because he had never seen the real face of this enemy before, and Han Yi had never seen the real face of this enemy before. I will not show such a gesture in front of myself.

His previous disgust was real, but the weird desire rising in his heart at this moment also seemed real. Thinking like this, Zhong Yuan tried to suppress the heat of his body forcibly, but when the cold-clothed Yan Ling fell this time, he couldn't help it. He still couldn't stop it, and as the belt around his waist fell, Zhong Yuan only saw Han Yi squinting his eyes and laughing sullenly, and then...

——like serving the Jie Dao just now, he took Zhongyuan into his mouth.

"Cold clothes!"

Han Yi's mouth was holding the object under Zhongyuan's crotch, the object was so hot that it was too hot to squeeze it into his mouth.

After all, it is a part of being a man, so teasing with the tongue like this, wrapping with the warmth of the mouth, rubbing and rolling with the tongue coating does not seem to be so difficult to grasp.

Compared with the cold majesty of the Jie Dao he served just now, the ferocious living creature seems to be more attractive to the soul. The hot temperature makes Han Yi fear and love, but when the tip of the tongue boldly sucks and licks the thorn in the hole at the top Han Yi still couldn't help getting up a little, then unbuttoned the belt and half-faded the obscene trousers, and then clamped Zhongyuan's penis tightly with his slightly closed thighs.

The cold body temperature is not inferior to the warm mouth. The skin and flesh of the cold clothes are like a piece of cold jade, but the friction with the brutal and evil force has ignited the fire.

His legs are slender and powerful. Although he is good at using swords and has been wounded all year round, he has a firm and tight body that makes people covet.

At this moment, the expression on Zhongyuan's face is hidden behind the mask, but the straight back looks extremely stiff, and the behavior of riding on him in cold clothes is like insulting himself and humiliating Zhongyuan. , and Han Yijun, who is not kind and easy to deceive, is unwilling to suffer even under such circumstances, because the Yanling knife that is lying on Zhongyuan's neck is the best proof.

The Yanling Saber was pressed against Zhongyuan's neck, and the sharp edge had cut a fine line of blood. While Han Yi undulated his body to enjoy the pleasure of his body, he looked at his prey with threatening and vigilant eyes from time to time. It's a pity that his prey obviously didn't want to take the initiative to escape. On the contrary, such vigilance and ferocity gave the love a bit of exhilarating vigor.

"Yu Lan... fight me again... ah... fight me again..."

Muttering such words vaguely in his mouth, this is the obsession in Han Yi's heart for 4000 years, and it is natural to blurt out at this time, but the sentence that seemed extremely fierce at that time has now become a courtship. Hearing these words, Zhong Yuan froze all the time, wishing to find something to fill the mouth of the lunatic who was straddling him, so that he would not be able to say a single provocative naughty word.

"Hold your legs tightly...don't...don't let me hear your voice again."

The Adam's apple was rolling up and down, a thin layer of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead, and it was the first time for Zhong Yuan to do such a mediocre thing with a knife on his neck, so naturally his mood was complicated.

He silently recited the scriptures that were rooted in his mind, but the more he read, his thoughts drifted away, and just when his emotions were extremely complicated, Zhongyuan unexpectedly remembered some past events that even he himself had almost forgotten.

About one day thousands of years ago, the young god holding the sword found himself in front of him. He arrogantly and frivolously challenged himself to fight, but he destroyed his saber in the simplest way and humiliated his proud heart. Heart.

The broken blade and the young man's uncontrollable tears are just memories that Zhongyuan, who is naturally cruel, can't remember at all. If this matter ends here, then Zhongyuan will never care about the existence of such a defeated general .

But some people always seem so hard to defeat, just like the Ghost Head Festival at that time, Hanyi now, because even Zhongyuan himself can hardly figure out when he will change the position of Hanyi in his heart from being incompetent to nothing. The loser turned into a real opponent, and this change all came from the tears of this stubborn evil spirit who knelt on the ground and cried silently for countless times in frustration.

"Yu Lan! Fight me again... Fight me again!"

"Yu Lan... come again! How could I lose..."

... "Yu Lan... ah... Yu Lan... um..."

The comfort and suffocation from the abdomen was accompanied by hoarse moans wave after wave, but no man could easily refuse such a temptation. For a moment, he was disgusted and repulsed, not wanting to look at Han Yi's obscene and shameless expression, and closed his eyes However, he couldn't stop his imagination, and the most hateful thing was that Han Yi's mouth was chattering endlessly, as if it was a physical vent without emotional support, as if...

——As if in his heart, the former Yulan and the present Zhongyuan are the lovers he has been thinking about, and he can't wait to entrust him with his soul.

"Yu Lan...ah...well...I want...I want..."

The emotional calls made Zhongyuan's earlobes hidden behind his hair dyed red, Hanyi's moans and touches were like poison vines entwined around his heart, piercing Zhongyuan's entire heart I couldn't help but tremble, there was a dirty and smelly corpse lying in the alley outside, but Han Yi writhed wildly like a shameless charmer, Zhong Yuan wished to take action immediately to teach Han Yi a lesson He was shameless and disgusting, but his palm trembled for a long time but finally just landed on Han Yi's chin, and he blurted out a question with complicated emotions.

"Say, Han Yi, what do you want?"

As soon as the words fell, Han Yi, who was forced to raise his chin, looked at Zhong Yuan blankly. His mouth was red and white and dirty, and even his cheeks were stained with spots of white scorching. His clothes were also in a mess. Startled, for a moment he regretted his words and deeds that were extraordinarily conniving and taking advantage of others, but his guilt hadn't lasted too long, Han Yi, who had been yelling for a long time, finally articulated clearly, and came out with a complete sentence like this .

"Yu Lan...I want...I want...kill you...I will definitely kill...kill you one day..."

Dressed in a lustful Hanyi, he spoke intermittently, his hatred for Zhongyuan was rooted deep in his heart and could not be relieved, it was more persistent than the unswerving love of many people until death.

In the past, Zhongyuan often called him a ghost, that was because he had never seen Hanyi's real face, but if you look closely, Hanyi with an elegant name has an appearance that is not inferior to that of Mid-Autumn Festival or Chongyang. It's a pity that his mouth is always swearing and saying disgusting things, but at this moment, Zhongyuan's body was stiff and he couldn't help but pause, and he let go of his hand suddenly after a while, with the fire just now The passionate emotions also faded from the body all of a sudden, and there was nothing left.

Hanyi's answer seemed to wake Zhongyuan up in an instant, and his silent heart was chilled. He didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or hating Hanyi. After all, to another person, he was just an enemy who wanted to kill him, but he Unknowingly, the experience of losing his mind was really a bit funny, but thinking about it like this, Zhongyuan looked at the delirious person in front of him and was completely speechless.

After night and dawn, Han Yi will change back to the Han Yi who will never be able to talk nicely to him.

Zhongyuan doesn't have so much patience and gentleness that can't be exhausted. As many calendar gods who don't like him have said, he is indeed a selfish and quite selfish god in many cases.

That's why he chose such a cold way to deal with the New Year's Eve matter, so when dealing with Han Yi's hostility, he could have used other methods to deal with it, but he always acted tit for tat.

"You want to kill me?"

The indifferent tone was just like Zhong Yuanjun's usual aloof and aloof appearance. After saying this, he put his palm on Han Yi's face, which was still unconscious, and then lifted his jaw and branded an extremely fierce Kiss, Han Yi struggled weakly in confusion, and the last words he heard before being fainted by Zhong Yuan were...

"Han Yi, you can't kill me, and you will never even think about killing me in your whole life."