blood sacrifice

He didn't look up just because he was afraid. He didn't want to see any expression about this man anymore, and he didn't want to be shaken by any expression of this man. He was not afraid of death, but he was so afraid that he would never recover. The man I met gave him such a feeling...

Anxious and unanswered explanations turned into prayers. More than once, he shook his lover's arm in begging to please him, but he couldn't shake the hard outer shell of his lover.

Because of the drastic action just now, the man didn't dare to be too stubborn, his sharpness was exhausted, even if he begged to stay, he didn't dare to be tough, but he did both soft and hard, but he only got a long stalemate, he compromised and relaxed his strength, and the palm that gradually slipped down reluctantly left There are too many emotions pouring out in the lover's arms, in the eyes, helpless and sad, there are too many words that I want to pour out, but I have no choice but to trick people.

Feeling the strength of the shackles on the wrist gradually loosen, he raised his hand and broke free from the shackles of my man. He picked up the broken clothes on the ground and Rong Ye couldn't help frowning. It seems that there is not much difference between wearing it and not wearing it.Putting on the clothes casually without any hesitation, Rong Ye turned around and walked over the entrance of the cave, never looking at the man from the beginning to the end.

A low, magnetic and alluring male voice sounded, a little hoarse, a little choked and stagnant, echoing in this cold cave for a long time without any attenuation.

There was a sudden shock to his steady steps, his stiff body could no longer move an inch, Rong Ye couldn't help frowning, he couldn't understand the voice.

Unfamiliar language, obscure rhetoric, complicated and jerky, but the deep and magnetic tone, and the slight hoarse choking between the words deeply shocked a certain part of the soul.

The dull pain that paralyzed the whole body, trying to get rid of the suffocation of escaping, the uneasiness in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, Rong Ye subconsciously shook his head vigorously.

He suddenly rushed forward and wanted to say something, but because of the body in his arms that was suddenly stiff and tense due to his actions, he resentfully let go, and took a step back to gain some distance.

Not everyone can understand the obscure language and heavy tone. It is ancient and mysterious, with absolute solemnity and seriousness. The man standing outside the door who has just rushed to come can't help but sneer silently, but he can't help being shocked.

Although Liaofeng is not a member of the demon clan, even though he hates him to the bone, even though he doesn't even know the reason why he hated this king who has been sleeping for thousands of years so persistently and strongly since the beginning of his consciousness. At this point, no matter how good the mood is, it will disappear when seeing his sleeping but satisfied sleeping face, wanting to crush him, wanting him to live like death!

But at this moment, Liaofeng had to sigh and be moved. That man who is always strong, always high above, who despises everything in the world and only respects himself, chose the oldest and original language of the demons to say these three words: I'm sorry.

Hoarse and choked, so desolate and desperate, without the dignity and pride of the past, without hesitation let go and pray humbly, just to ask for a forgiveness from the lover, even if it is just a look back.

He should be happy, obviously he should be happy, but what is the anger that suddenly rises in his heart? !

The Mozun cherishes Rong Ye so much, which undoubtedly further confirms his conclusion: Rong Ye is the Achilles' heel of the Mozun, as long as he hurts him, he only needs to kill him...

But what is that dull pain in the heart? ...

Why can he lose control and take care of himself as long as he is related to people or things? ...

Obviously strength and power are everything I pursue, I have known it clearly since I was born, it is clear, as long as I have these, as long as I have these!I can, can...

Damn, why is it always like this!Leaning against the cold rock wall, Liao Feng frowned, rubbing his throbbing temples with his hands as if in pain and fatigue.

It seems that something has been forgotten, but it seems that it is not important, but why do you always care about it? ...

Confused and perplexed, Can Jin's pupils turned sharply, fierce and murderous, although they were still confused.

I hate being controlled by others, I hate being controlled by others! !

Hate everything related to this man, hate this man, Six Angels, Xiao! !

The body always acts before the mind, not just a momentary impulse, but also a cry from the depths of the soul.

The figure flashed past like a ghost, and Rong Ye and the man in the cave were still in a stalemate. Without waiting for the two of them to react, he pulled the still stiff Rong Ye out of the man's arms, hugged him in his arms, and took - Lustrously wrapped around Rong Ye's waist tightly, pulling away the distance from the man, not because of anger or revenge, as if wanting to crush Rong Ye into his arms tightly.

The incident happened suddenly, and Rong Ye, who was caught off guard, fell into Liao Feng's arms before he could struggle. Before he had time to react, his body temperature, which was slightly lower than that of ordinary people, attached to him. However, the slight painful groan gave Li Liaofeng an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Sliding the tongue into Rong Ye's mouth to stir and play, wantonly attacking the city, chasing the dodging spirit tongue, the remaining hand was not idle, tightly holding Rong Ye's jaw so that the person in his arms Unable to close her lips, she can only let herself do whatever she wants.

Domineering, possessive, possessive, full of lust, but can't help showing a little tenderness, for some reason, for myself, who always thinks that kissing is more dirty-dirty-dirty-dirty than sex, he has kissed the man in his arms more than once, no matter what Whether he is willing or not, no matter how much he struggles, he is always sticking to it, and it can even be said to be persistent!

What made him even more incomprehensible to Liao Feng was that he didn't hate this feeling. With black hair and black eyes, he was incompetent and humble. He was clearly the lowest group of people on the Gods and Demons Continent who would be bullied by others, even worse than slaves, but he But more than once I feel...satisfied...

Obviously he should hate this man because he is the lover of Mozun, and he should love this man because he is the reincarnation of Liu Tianxiao, but... why do his actions always run counter to his thoughts? !As if I should love him, as if he should love me too, as if the devil is the one who is redundant, the one who destroyed them...

Without waiting for Liao Feng to think about it, the man beside him rushed over like crazy, trying to snatch Rong Ye back from Liao Feng's arms.

However, Liao Feng seemed to have noticed it long ago, and turned around lightly to protect Rong Ye behind him. The distance was not too far but just right, so that even if the man struggled and stretched out his hand with all his strength due to the confinement of the thin chain, he was still separated. Keeping a little distance, it seems that it is within reach but will never be touched. Such a careful calculation of the distance drives the man crazy, and the manic red light is faintly flashing in the blue eyes.

And Liao Feng seemed to enjoy the man's feelings, the hand that had been placed on Rong Ye's waist did not relax at all, it was still full of meaning.

After finally breaking free from Liaofeng's restraint and taking a breath, Rong Ye leaned in Liaofeng's arms a little detached, because the suffocating kiss just now, it was rare to get this long-lost air. on condensation.

The wrist, which was originally just worn out, was embedded in the flesh because of the master's desperate and frantic struggle to reach it, but the master was not afraid of the sharp tearing pain at all, and still desperately struggled to reach it.

Scarlet blood gush out frantically from the damaged part. The rubbing and struggling back and forth made the extremely thin and sharp face prick even worse, with a faint white color. The chaotic struggle made the wound tear and rupture even bigger, and the bone can be seen deeply. , bloody.

Looking absentmindedly at the hideous wound in front of him, Rong Ye couldn't help frowning.

With a face that was flushed red from suffocation, leaning against her arms and gasping for breath, such a haggard but yet resolute face, slightly moist eyes, moist lips that were already a little red, swollen and skinned, looking at the woman in her arms. The inadvertent demeanor of people can't help but make a burst of heat gather under the Liaofeng.

But seeing Rong Ye concentrating and frowning because of the struggling hands in front of him, an unknown fire suddenly burst out in his heart.

But the man at the side seemed to be in great pain. Gundam's body was shaking helplessly and frantically, holding his head tightly with his hands, and his sharp nails seemed to be piercing the flesh and piercing into the skull. The long hair seems to have lost its life, and can only dance with the frenzy of its master.

The deep blue eyes are wide open, and the fluctuating emotions sparked a glint of blue light. Unexplainable emotions are intricately intertwined, chaotic and chaotic. He opened his mouth to say something, but he still didn't make a sound. , It's just that tens of thousands of mouth shapes flashed from the lips, and the faint blue disappeared in an instant, replaced by blood red eyes, charming and frightening.

Seeing the almost crazy man, Rong Ye couldn't help frowning, and began to struggle involuntarily, wanting to break free from Liao Feng's shackles, wanting to restrain the man's madness, not wanting to see him lose his sense of proportion, not wanting to see him struggle and suffer.

However, due to the disparity in power, all the efforts of Melting Night are just a drop in the bucket.

"Close your eyes, don't look." Struggling to no avail, Rong Ye looked directly at the terrifying eyes that had been demonized, without the slightest fear, with a worried expression on his face, and whispered.

Seeing the person in his arms struggling, Liao Feng imprisoned him even more dissatisfied, seeing Rong Ye's unabashed worry expression became even more furious, grabbed Rong Ye's jaw and turned the person around to look directly at him.

"Why, are you sad to see the old man in such pain and sorrow?" The corner of his mouth raised a mocking disdain, but only Liao Feng knew that at this moment, he had no intention of watching the noble man like a god. The "beautiful scene" of the violating man collapsing and struggling.

Seeing Rong Ye struggling with the Demon Lord and wanting to get rid of his shackles, and listening to Rong Ye's rare worried and deep mellow voice, at this moment Liao Feng felt irritated like a frying pan.

But Rong Ye never looked directly at Liao Feng from the beginning to the end, even if he was forced to turn his head, he just looked down at his mouth and nose with lowered eyebrows.