MTL - Bancheng Fengyue-Chapter 112 soul dream

His Dragon Princess is like ice and snow when she is cold, but her skin is hot in her arms at this moment.

Fu Cang opened his mouth and bit her slender neck lightly, the memory of mortal reincarnation reappeared, he wanted to do this a long time ago, watching her bloom in his palm, only he can make her bloom, that delicate posture It also made him unable to bear the rare malice, bit her, and stuck his fingers into her shoulders, trying to make her feel the evil thoughts he had nowhere to store.

His extreme love for her was always mixed with a faint hatred. He indulged and spoiled her extremely, but often wanted to bully her so much that there was nowhere to escape.

Deceitful and naive, indifferent but weak, selfish and simple, he knows all of her viciousness and goodness, and he was deeply repelled by it, but he was attracted uncontrollably. They are completely different, the colors she brings are grotesque and dazzling, Nine Netherworld, Thirty-three days, he can't help but fall into her palm again and again.

It was the first time that his father, who had never interfered in his private affairs, showed a very obvious attitude of opposition when he returned to the upper realm after finishing his karma. He didn't want his child to have anything to do with the princess of the Zhuyin clan.

But it's too late, starting from Huahuang Xiandao, their bad relationship has been formed. It is said that after the karma is fulfilled, he will be enlightened. She planted the evil fate for him, and then made the evil fate for him. His enlightenment is all about her. The pale and delicate shell has been filled with a living soul, and he can never leave her again.

The Dragon Princess in his arms was trembling, her hands were always resisting on her chest, Fu Cang grabbed her arms and made them encircle him. He wanted to hurt her. So he bit her lips hard, where no dragon scales grew, and his arms tightened, almost strangling her slender bones.

No matter how painful it is, I won’t be able to hide, and I will bravely meet it, just like before. Don't be afraid anymore, he knows her fear, since he jumped down resolutely, that day the earth will collapse, the sea will dry up, and he will be tightly entangled with her. Don't leave him, don't go back to Zhong Shan, which was blocked by the barrier and buried in ice and snow. He also thought that he liked to be alone. Twenty-three thousand years of loneliness, that would really be fatal.

She began to struggle hard again, with thin panting sounds in her ears, gnashing her teeth as if trying to endure. Fu Cang finally let her go slowly, and she immediately turned over and shrunk into a ball, a large piece of neck exposed from the loose neckline, and even a small piece of shoulder socket was red.

He slowly helped her close her clothes, smoothed out the loose locks of long hair, put them behind her back, lowered her head, and rested her forehead on top of her head, and said in a charming and deep voice with a hint of emotional hoarseness: "...I won't... Apologize."

Xuan Yi's head was about to fall, and her body could already feel the mellowness and sweetness of the Haizi poisonous wine, her hair was about to break, she was about to fall into it, she was about to fall.

Even the severe pain in his right hand seemed to have disappeared a lot.

But her voice was still trembling: "...how about your Hua Xu etiquette?"

Fu Cang couldn't help chuckling a few times, his lips pressed against her cold long hair: "I already forgot."

Xuan Yi suddenly moved, raised her head, the blurred blush was slowly fading from her porcelain-like face, she looked at him for a while, as if desperately defending herself for the last time, she said indiscriminately: "You... always right Is it because I am so rude? Is it because of regret? I have never been able to double cultivate Yin and Yang with me?"

Fu Cang stared at her for a long time with his dark eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Then you will settle this regret for me?"

Without waiting for her to reply, he grabbed her neckline which had just been closed, and with a light tug, most of her bare shoulders were exposed in front of his eyes, and his slender fingers inserted into the clothes without hesitation, grabbing her soft and cold flesh Arm, pulled down along the elbow, her clothes almost fell on the bed.

This is really heaven and earth falling apart. Xuan Yi almost went crazy, he pulled his clothes and pushed him vigorously, he kept hiding, almost rolling on the bed, Fu Cang simply dragged her over, she immediately covered her face with her sleeve, not letting go.

After a while, she felt that he pulled up the quilt to cover her, and then there was no more sound.

Xuan Yi buried his face in the pillow and held his breath. After a long time, there was still no sound.

She very slowly opened a seam of the quilt, and suddenly met a pair of focused dark eyes, and he was sitting beside him. She gasped, and suddenly felt that Fu Cang's hand was on the quilt, and said in a low voice, "You really want to push me away again?"

She was silent for a while, and the sharp pain in her right hand seemed to come back in an instant, causing her eyes to sting extremely.

Slowly pushed his hand on the quilt, only touched it, and his hand quickly left.

Pushing him away, he hooked his sleeve with his fingers contradictoryly.

Fu Cang put his arms in front of her, at a suitable distance.

Don't get too close, don't leave, slow down, too close or too far will hurt each other.

His sleeves were close in front of his eyes, and the cloud patterns embroidered with dark silver thread felt very comfortable to pick. First, he loosened them with his fingers, and then pulled them out one by one with his nails. She enjoyed doing it so much that she hadn't touched the cloud pattern in 23,000 years.

Xuan Yi put his face on it, closed his eyes, two tears like ice grains rolled out from his eyelashes, and landed on his sleeve.

Fu Cang slowly wiped her wet eyelashes with his fingertips, he has never seen her cry, silly child.

The bright autumn sun gradually passed through the moon window and fell on the layered gauze curtains. Princess Dragon's eyelashes were dry, trembling slightly at her fingertips, and her skin was itchy and numb when scratched. She slowly opened her eyes, her four eyes intertwined, and at the end of the karma for him in the lower realm, it was these eyes that looked at her.

Xuan Yi held his fingers, still with a nasal voice: "What does it feel like to get married?"

Fu Cang hooked her **** instead, admiring the bright and fiery Kou Dan: "Let go of a burden that has been in my heart for a long time."

She said softly, "Is your burden mine?"

He shook his head.

Xuan Yi didn't ask any further questions, and after playing with his fingers for a while, he started to pick out the cloud pattern again. I haven't picked it for many years, and it's a bit rusty. After pulling for a long time, the silver thread still didn't loosen, and she suddenly called him in a low voice: "Senior brother Fucang, how is your injury?"

Brother Fu Cang. Her call made his heart tremble.

He was not as calm as he appeared on the outside, and her evasion from beginning to end would still make him feel a little annoyed. She tried to escape back to Zhongshan that day, and although she came back because of Gu Ting's incident, it was like a thread hanging in his heart needles.

Her only way to avoid him is to approach him step by step.

But, fortunately, he was not reckless~www.novelbuddy.com~ Fu Cang gently but resolutely picked her up from the quilt, and hugged her disheveledly into his arms. She struggled a little at first, but then quietly and softly clinging to his chest, her face was buried in the moiré of the neckline.

The bright autumn sun had already fallen on Chunjun at his waist, and the gemstone on the hilt shone brightly. Xuan Yi stretched out his hand to touch it, and the long silk dress slid down her shoulders and fell between her elbows. Her clothes were torn off just now. , not finished yet.

Just as she was about to pull back the clothes, a slender hand had already slowly lifted up the slipped silk clothes for her, and put the broken belts back together one by one, her forehead sank, and his forehead pressed up: " Don't say those words next time."

"Does it mean that the dual cultivation of yin and yang is regrettable?"

Fu Cang heaved a sigh of relief, and dragged her out of bed: "Just say one more word, and you won't be allowed to eat today."

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