Bancheng Fengyue

Fu Cang stared at her for a long time, seeing that the hairs on her back were standing on end, he finally moved, turned and walked into the room, and said in a low voice: "Please come in. 笔%病#中￥文bi@chi .me”

Xuan Yi hesitated again for a moment, and finally walked slowly into the wooden door.

The layered green gauze inside the door covers the bedroom, and bypassing the landscape screen, it is a small front hall where private guests can be received. He doesn't seem to like tall tables and chairs very much. There are futons on the floor and a pear wood table beside him. , miscellaneous piles of miscellaneous things like beaded waist ornaments.

After a while, Fu Cang came out with the tea table. He didn't change his clothes, he was still wearing loose crow green robes, his long hair was tied to his ears, he lowered his head to pour tea for her, and said calmly: "There is no new tea, please forgive me .”

Now he is paying attention to etiquette again.

Xuan Yi picked up the teacup with both hands and took a sip, but he couldn't taste anything, and he didn't know what kind of ghost tea it was. She simply put the cup gently on the tea table, thought for a while, and said, "Senior Brother Fucang, after all, the matter of Ji Guangzhi Yu is to help me finish my homework, and I am very sorry that you have been punished by thorns, you Are you okay?"

High-sounding, yes, she has always been good at saying these high-sounding words.

Fu Cang stroked the teacup, his expression was condensed, and he said: "It's okay, it's okay to worry about it, it's reasonable for classmates to love and help each other, the princess don't have to blame herself."

Oh, it's fine.

Xuan Yi nodded solemnly, thought for a long time, and asked, "I'm afraid I have to wait until the punishment of thorns has passed? Will it go well?"

Fu Cang responded indifferently: "This is a private matter, don't bother the princess to ask."

Xuan Yi suddenly didn't want to stay any longer, she flipped her sleeves indiscriminately, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles. go or not? go or not? Let's go, and go back quickly, anyway, he has already paid his respects, he looks pretty good, and in the future, when he breaks through the Millennium Realm, he can dance his sword dance awesomely.

She finished the cup of tasteless tea, and was about to say goodbye, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of his crow-green robe that seemed to be wet, and she realized that his complexion was strangely pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, but his expression was very calm , nothing different. Pen `￥` crazy `￥` in `￥` text www.bi~chi.me

Xuan Yi took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Cang filled the tea for her without trembling, and said calmly, "What is the princess talking about?"

Xuan Yi saw that his wrist was occasionally exposed during his actions, and it was covered with black mantras, like vines. She suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm. Normally, it was impossible for her to catch him with his skill. , This time he didn't dodge, he was caught by her icy five fingers, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the curse of the punishment of thorns.

Seeing her pointing out to touch her, Fu Cang immediately stopped her: "Don't touch it."

Unexpectedly, it was still too late, when her cold and soft fingers lightly pressed on the spell, it seemed that it didn't hurt at all. Fu Cang was stunned for a moment before remembering that she was from the Zhuyin family, all magic was useless, and the spell of the punishment of thorns was natural. No response to her.

He silently looked at the golden ring on Xuan Yi's hair, while she lowered her head and stared at the mantra with special concentration, while slowly rubbing it with her fingers. After a long time, she slowly lowered his arm, covered it with her sleeve, and raised her head to look at him, with a trace of fear in her usually calm eyes.

"... Will he die?" Xuan Yi's voice trembled.

Thousands of steel needles are piercing his body, but he wants to laugh for no reason.

"Mortal people call death, but **** race can only perish." This is the third time he reminded her.

Xuan Yi hooked his fingertips on the sleeves of his thin and soft robe, wrapped them around several times, lowered his head and changed his words: "... Will it perish?"

This vine tangled up again, Fu Cang remained silent, and pulled back the sleeve forcefully, but she couldn't get it back after hooking it for a long time, so she turned to his belt hanging on the ground, wrapped it around her hand again and again. lap.

He was powerless to stop her, he didn't look at her as if avoiding her, and said in a low voice, "It's just a moment every morning and afternoon, and it won't die out."

"Really?" she asked innocently.

The invisible vines pulled him, Fu Cang turned his head involuntarily, maybe it was the light outside the house, or maybe it was the mist of the tea, there seemed to be a tear in her eyes, so fast that he couldn't catch the trace.

Why are you looking at him like that again? She has trampled him from head to toe once, and she wants to do it again? He already knew her virtues well, but he still didn't go there for a thousand years, and he didn't know what kind of thought remained to go back to Mingxing Palace, and immediately saw her entangled with Shaoyi intimately.

"To get rid of your emptiness, go find someone as corrupt as you"—that's what he said that day, and she did show him that.

That being the case, why did you ask him about the thousand-year dream? Why do you want to come to Qingdi Palace today?

He is helpless to his fragility, the silence at this moment is his only remaining dignity, wouldn't it be good to give him a fatal blow and make him give up from now on?

Xuan Yi tightly grasped his belt, his voice was low as if he was sighing: "Shall I wait until it's over?"

Fu Cang quietly looked at her hand holding the belt. Today, the Kodan on her nails were as red as blood, which made her fingers paler. The Dragon Princess was also very pale, as if heaped from the candle shade in her hand. Yes, he could never forget how she was waiting alone in Ziyuan Weaver Girl Mansion, she was waiting for him.

Those steel needles seemed to be pierced into his chest, making him hot and cold at times. It turned out that this is the feeling of sadness.

Fu Cang raised his hand very slowly, put it on her shoulder, suddenly pulled her into his arms with all his strength, and hugged her tightly.

If you don't give him a fatal blow, then drag him down, he has already been dragged into the dust by her, he doesn't know whether he was broken into pieces or held by her.

The body in her arms was very quiet and supple, and the icy breath on her body eased the pain caused by the punishment of thorns a lot.

Fu Cang drew her cool cheeks with his thumb, she hesitated to dodge for a while, and finally remained still, allowing him to pinch her chin and lift her face up.

The four eyes met, and Princess Dragon's gaze seemed hesitant, triumphant, and vigilant, as if saying: Look, you will still fall.

Yes, he will still fall.

Why him? Sophisticated and deep innocence, light and vicious methods, his dragon princess—why him?

Fu Cang lowered his head with a hint of hatred, and opened his mouth to bite her hateful and lovely lips. She seemed to be frozen, and soon began to struggle again, tearing and pulling at his hair and neck indiscriminately. He tightened her arms with his arms, and pressed her against the back of her head with one hand, pressing her against him.

The lips between the teeth were cold and soft, he gradually loosened the gap between the teeth, and rubbed the entanglement with his lips. Her flustered and rapid breathing sprayed on her face, the whole world smelled like her, the fragrance of tea, the incense of Zhuyin, and the inexplicable smell on her that belonged only to the Dragon Princess, which made him repel him. , let him indulge.

The entanglement between the lips made him unable to satisfy~www.readwn.com~Fu Cang suddenly moved away from her a few inches, panting slightly, looking at her rarely flushed cheeks, the flickering thoughts in her eyes were covered by him with one hand.

"…Again."

He kissed her lower lip lightly, and held it with his mouth open, as if he suddenly knew how to kiss, sucking carefully and slowly, all the shivering and trembling between her lips and teeth could not be avoided. With a little tentativeness, he licked her trembling tongue, and she made a sound that sounded like screaming in anger, struggled harder, and bit down on his lips fiercely.

Fu Cang turned his head to avoid it, hugged her suddenly, turned back and pressed against the bookshelf, and continued to cover her eyes, when she was about to speak, her lips were blocked again.

Needless to say anything, he doesn't want to hear anything now.

He bit her lips slowly and lightly, and then there seemed to be a fight between the lips, and he was entangled with her.

The pain of the punishment of thorns made him extremely sober, but also extremely persistent. His dragon princess. He wanted to crush her into pieces, but he couldn't do it; he wanted to push her away thousands of miles, but he couldn't do it either. Then just kiss her, don't look at him, don't talk, just let him sink.