Mu Hanzhong

Si Huang Hanlian picked out a snake whip that was more than four feet long, and put it on the stone platform beside it.He dug out a few slender candles from the wooden box, lit them, and placed them on a specially made carved candlestick.

After doing all the preparatory activities, Si Huanghanlian walked up to Nan Xiaohuan with a candlestick in his hand.

He quietly looked at Nan Xiaohuan who was confused for a while, and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched: "Do you know when was the first time I knew the magical effect of this candle?"

There was no response, only the sound of unsteady breathing.

"It was at Brother Seventh Emperor's place when I was nine years old." His eyes fell on the candle, and under the candle flame, transparent candle tears were about to overflow from the hollow.

"Speaking of which, in this respect, he can be regarded as my teacher."

Without stopping to speak, Si Huanghan tilted his training hand slightly, and a drop of candle tears fell from the air with a bang, and it just landed on a protrusion on the man's bare chest.

"Well!"

Nan Xiaohuan frowned unconsciously, he was at a loss for what to do with that strange feeling, before his drowsy brain had time to react to what it was, a drop of hot liquid fell down.Even though his body's sensations were already a lot dull due to the high fever, this sudden stimulation still made him hum in a low voice.

"...Oh?" With an indescribable whisper, Si Huanghan's eyes moved, and the hand holding the candlestick continued to tilt, the bubbling liquid was like broken jade beads, overlapping drop by drop, for a short while , the fluid turns white and hardens, enveloping the dark nipples.

He took a small step forward, pulled Nan Xiaohuan's black hair vigorously with the other hand, pressed his face against it, and said in a low voice, "Look carefully, don't turn your head away." .”

Nan Xiaohuan was forced to draw closer, and the distance between their faces was less than an inch, and they were extremely close together. Therefore, in the deepest part of Heitan's eyes, which seemed to be nothing at first glance, the hidden traces of madness began from the corners of the eyes. spread.

He was startled, but there was still no expression on his face.

Si Huanghan stared at him for a long time, and finally let go.

Next, he changed another candle, and dripped wax tears all over the standing erect on the other side of Nan Xiaohuan's chest.

Every drop is like a whole body electric current rushing through the whole body.That weird feeling quickly spread from the two points on his chest, and the pain was mixed with a few traces of pleasure.

Nan Xiaohuan's fingers locked on the wooden frame were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white, and he bit his lower lip fiercely, using the pain to regain a trace of consciousness control.

Seeing him trying to endure, Si Huanghanlian raised the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand suddenly, put his fingers on the bare chest in front of him, and began to press vigorously on the two points that were wrapped in solidified wax tears.

"Uh!--"

His eyes widened suddenly, and Nan Xiaohuan let out a mournful cry.

Si Huanghan worked non-stop, with a smile on his face, his hands wandered ambiguously inch by inch on the rope-bound body, and started to light the fire inch by inch.

A person with a fever is inherently sensitive, not to mention that the place where Si Huanghan made his strike happened to be the most provocative part of his body. Therefore, in just a short while, Nan Xiaohuan's clone raised his head slightly.

Si Huang Hanlian naturally saw it too.The dexterous fingers slid all the way down the rope, and finally stopped at the lower abdomen: "Oh...to be excited so easily?...Don't worry, let's take it step by step."

Whispering in a low voice, Si Huanghanlian stretched out his hand, reached behind Nan Xiaohuan, slowly untied the rope, and threw it aside.

The bruises on the rope are very obvious. In this situation, coupled with the blushing, flying butterflies, clear texture and graceful body, it is indescribably ambiguous and erotic.

Si Huanghan watched quietly for a while, hiding the desire and tyranny in his eyes.

Stretching out the long whip in his hand, Si Huanghanlian waved it in the air a few times, tested the feel of the hand, then stopped suddenly, and said to Nan Xiaohuan: "Do you know why I didn't kill you? Obviously you live for a day, big brother and I'm more dangerous."

The man on the wooden frame couldn't say anything, his eyes were clouded, he panted heavily, and secretly used his internal force to suppress the reaction of his body, and he no longer had the energy to pay attention to what Si Huanghanlian asked.

"...Because of your stupid loyalty, I have to think of someone."

"Obviously, I never want to think about it..."

He raised his head slightly, his voice became vague and ethereal, his eyes fell on Nan Xiaohuan, but it seemed as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to that summer night several years ago.

……

Similar situations, different characters.At that time, he hid outside the door, lying on his stomach behind the door, his eyes seemed to be nailed to the front, and he couldn't move away at all.His small body couldn't help shaking, his breathing was short of breath, and his face was flushed.

Under the dim light not far away, the Seventh Prince Sihuang Hanfeng turned his back to him, waving the long whip in his hand.

A muscular man with a naked upper body, his eyes closed tightly, he couldn't tell what the expression on his face was, maybe it was joy, maybe it was pain, or a mixture of the two... Si Huanghanlian couldn't remember clearly, but he only remembered the beautiful man at that time. It's frightening.

When the Seventh Prince finally pierced the man from behind, he felt a shudder hit his whole body. At that moment, his legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground, but his lower body stood up high.

That night, he had his first orgasm to the man's moans.

……

A crisp sound of "crack" echoed in the stone room.

A red bloodstain immediately appeared on the wheat-colored skin.

The corner of Si Huanghan's mouth was smiling, he didn't even look at it, and then took advantage of the situation and gave him another whip.

The long whip is like a snake, and afterimages are intertwined, it is impossible to predict where the next whip will strike, only the sound of the whip continues, filling the stone room.

Nan Xiaohuan was panting heavily, his chest heaved uncontrollably, and the veins protruded from his high-tied arms, making him hideous and terrifying.

Crackling, crackling, the sound of falling whips can be heard incessantly.

The smile at the corner of Si Huanghanlian's mouth deepened, the tyranny in his eyes had taken over his previous rationality, and he vented his madness with a whip.

The vision began to blur, and the pain gradually became numb. Nan Xiaohuan's brain buzzed, and he closed his eyes weakly.

……

"gorgeous."

At some point, Si Huanghanlian dropped the long whip in his hand and walked in step by step, quietly looking at the blood-stained body covered in overlapping whip marks.He sighed as if talking to himself, the smile on his finely carved face was filled with a strange obsession, in the eyes of people, it was no longer pleasing to the eye, but more ferocious and sinister.

And the eyes that almost penetrated Nan Xiaohuan's body were full of desire at the moment.It is a gaze that is far from satisfied, wants more, is joyful, is obsessed, and can even be said to be intoxicated in something. ...

"...It's as beautiful as I imagined." He suddenly bent over, opened his lips, and stuck out his tongue, slowly licking the blood from Nan Xiaohuan's abdomen, sliding up inch by inch, and the blood stained his moon-white gown red , contaminating his face as smooth as white jade.の夣He didn't mind, just licked off the blood on Nan Xiaohuan's upper body bit by bit as if tasting some fine wine.

A few traces of astonishment flashed across Nan Xiaohuan's long eyes, he bit his lower lip tightly, and with the little consciousness left, he wanted to push the young man away from him, but the fact that his whole body was bound made him unable to move a single muscle. With his fingers, Si Huanghan could only let Si Huanghan do whatever he wanted on him.

Soon, even if he was reluctant, the desire that had just been extinguished by the pain of the whip swelled up again.

"Ah...ah..."

In the end, when Si Huanghanlian bit the silver ring on his chest with his teeth, Nan Xiaohuan's body shook violently, and broken moans escaped from his throat.

"... On this ring, there are engraved words..." He spat out the silver ring, and rubbed his hand between Nan Xiaohuan's legs. Si Huanghanlian put his head on Nan Xiaohuan's abdomen and said with a smile, "It means You are mine now."

"If I want you to live, you will live. If I let you die, you will die. If I let you live and die, you will live and die. If I let you climb the peak of bliss, you will be able to climb the peak of bliss...!"

After the words fell, the other hand touched the huge upright between the legs at the same time.

This time, the dissipated consciousness returned quickly, and Nan Xiaohuan shouted in shock: "You...!"

"Heh." Si Huanghanlian looked up at him, then knelt down in front of Nan Xiaohuan, his nimble hands quickly began to stroke Nan Xiaohuan's huge body.

His technique is very good, but in just a few strokes, the person who had been teased before has reached the extreme. Seeing the dripping white liquid overflowing from the top, Si Huanghanlian's eyes sank, and the next moment, he pinched Nan Xiaohuan The top of the avatar.

"Huh...huh..."

Dense goosebumps covered his whole body, and drops of blood sprang out from the tiny whip marks, mixed with layers of sweat, Nan Xiaohuan's whole body seemed to be fished out of the blood.

His body was scorching hot, desire tormented his body, not being able to release it made Nan Xiaohuan nearly go crazy.Not to mention that his eyes turned black at this moment, if he hadn't been bound by the rope, he might have fallen to the ground all of a sudden.

Si Huanghanlian suddenly straightened his waist and raised his eyes, his eyes shot like lightning at Nan Xiaohuan who was panting with his head down: "Call me master, I'll let you shoot."

His brows and eyes are curved, like a naive and ignorant child.The extremely beautiful smile on the corner of his mouth is extremely bewitching, and no one who saw it would have the heart to refuse his request.Let alone for a man who was forced to stop at the last minute.

Nan Xiaohuan's body trembled, but his breathing became steady.After a while, he let out a long breath and turned his head to look back.In a very short period of time, the long eyes had regained a few traces of clarity, and even the expression on the face was pushed back inch by inch to the impeccable blankness not long ago.

"My... master... is only Mu Hanzhong."

His voice is hoarse and his breath is weak, but his words are clear and unwavering.Looking into his eyes, there is no trace of doubt or wavering.

Si Huanghanlian's face froze, and he lowered his head slowly.

It seemed just for a moment, and it seemed like a long time.Just when Nan Xiaohuan's eyes began to loosen slowly, a cold voice sounded in a low voice: "You are still like this."

"Master? Hehehehahahahaha..." The low sneer gradually turned into a crazy laugh, Si Huanghan let go of his hands and stood up, stretching out his long arms, the long whip on the side had already been taken.In an instant, there was a sound of piercing through the air, tearing the air, and drawing straight towards Nan Xiaohuan.

"!"

Nan Xiaohuan let out a low snort, and when the whip went down, a long and narrow wound opened on his chest again, and blood spurted out, splashing across the face of Si Huanghanlian who was directly in front of him.

He lowered his head and wiped away the blood with his hands, raised his eyes again, and stared straight at the person on the wooden frame.

That look is already completely crazy.Without a trace of reason anymore, in the eyes, the sky is full of anger, burning and sweeping...

"Okay, very good, you've always been good!" While whipping his whip fiercely, Si Huanghanlian cursed loudly, "Loyalty without second? Lifelong servant?! Hahahaha, you're obviously a scumbag who likes to be fucked by men." Goods, but they like to say those meaningless bullshit!"

"Sihuang Hanfeng is the only master? Hahaha, what a big joke!..."

Crackling is another whip.

"This king will let you know who is your real master today!"

The whip was swung more urgently, and for a while, there were continuous sounds of piercing through the air, and afterimages intertwined.

Nan Xiaohuan was covered in blood, with his eyes closed tightly, he was hanging on the wooden frame dying, a stream of black blood was slowly flowing out from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Si Huang Han Lian seemed to be Shura crawling out of the ground, with a hideous and exquisite face like a ghost, and his eyes were red.

Whip after whip, up and down, down and up.

Finally, Si Huanghan was exhausted and stood there straight, panting, staring at the man on the wooden frame with unfocused eyes.

The scene in front of me gradually overlapped with the weak, pale, blood-stained face deep in my memory.In a trance, the surroundings suddenly became cold, and white snow fell from the hazy sky.

A scarred arm emerged from the snow.

Fear hit him in an instant, and he tried his best to run and crawl with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and fell down countless times on the road, and finally came to his side.

The man was still breathing, even though it was light and shallow, even though his body was already as cold as ice.

He lay there in agony.An arm suddenly caressed his back lightly.

"... Your Highness... I'm sorry... This subordinate can no longer keep... that oath..."

The wind swept the snowflakes, and the man's last words were deeply etched into his mind.

For several days in a row, he seemed to have lost his soul, hiding in the corner of the room all day without going out to see guests.

Until the seventh prince Sihuang Hanfeng came to the door.

"Yo, Thirteenth Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, you mean that guard?...I asked someone to do it, why?"

"Like him? It's a joke. He's just a loyal dog. If you're tired of playing with him, you should throw it away."

...is it a dog...

Hahaha.dog?In his opinion, this huge palace is nothing more than a group of mad dogs biting each other for bones.

He thought of the man gently brushing his wet hair, answering his doubts softly, not to mention not ignoring the expression on that handsome face when talking about his master.

He finally knew why the despair in that smile was what it was like.

On another summer night, he sneered and pierced the long sword in his hand into Sihuang Hanfeng's heart inch by inch.

……

I don't know how long it took, until he saw two people who were extremely similar...

Pianpian gentleman is as gentle as jade.

The loyal bodyguard is as cold as a knife.

...would it make a difference? ...

It should be the same...

with a snap.

The long whip in his hand finally broke in two.

The bloodshot eyes froze, and gradually, the redness faded, and the senses returned to him.

He took off his blood-stained coat, threw it on the ground, and stumbled towards the outside.

The person on the wooden frame was breathing weakly and motionless.

"The only master...heh..."