blood sacrifice

It turns out that there have been many misunderstandings since the first meeting, and the doubts have finally been properly explained.

When I came to the Demon Realm to negotiate, what I saw was indeed the spirited and proud but steady and calm God of War and Six Angels Xiao, but the one I would meet every time I went to the God Realm was nothing but the one that even the clansmen didn't know. The unwelcome and abandoned Seven Angels Rong Ye was so cowardly and cowardly. I thought it was too contrived to be inconsistent, but unexpectedly they were two completely different people!

Perhaps it is because he is not valued by others and despised by his tribe that he envies his elder brother who is also a twin but has a completely different life from himself.

Pretending to make friends with him in the name of Liutian Xiao, he just wanted to take him away from Jiuchongtian. From the beginning to the end, he never changed. What he wanted was the god of war, Liutian Xiao, who was superior and could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. It was Xiao who was still pregnant.

Fortunately, the game was not ended recklessly because of that spoiler.

Mozun secretly sighed in his heart.

Thinking of what happened in recent days, Xiao's indifference, Xiao's disdain, Xiao's contempt, Xiao's enthusiasm, Xiao's madness...

There were too many, the surprise and surprise he brought to himself had already exceeded the initial expectation, the remaining warmth from just now seemed to be still in his arms, and the Demon Lord seemed to be able to feel the involuntary trembling.

As for that brazen seventh archangel, Rong Ye, they are worth money and money, he gave him freedom, he gave him joy, but this made him have all kinds of bad impressions on Xiao, which made the Demon Lord displeased .

Thinking of Xiao's various situations, Mozun's lips curled into a smile.

"Xiao..." whispered softly, it was affectionate and gentle that had never been seen before.

The night remains the same, the reincarnation remains the same, and the fate remains the same...

The facts seem to be waiting for people to see, but they seem to be covered with a layer of hazy gauze, making people want to know but not to know, to know but not to know...

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, and human nature is the two ends of a mirror, the surface and the inside are false and true, making people unable to understand and see clearly...

He thinks the truth is in his arms, and laughs at other people's ignorance, but he doesn't know that the so-called "truth" covers his eyes, and it's not just those ordinary people who he doesn't even care about? ...

The mist surrounds the smog and the smog is transpiring, and the faint incense mixed with the cold fragrance that seems to be absent is even more unique.

Rong Ye stared blankly at a pool of hot springs, lost in thought. This was the place where they met for the first time, although the so-called first meeting was only his one-sided meeting.

In the misty pool water, the man was leaning against the wall of the white jade pool here, his long blue hair was scattered, his face was slightly sideways, his head was raised, and his eyes were squinted, so that people could not see his expression clearly, so Only language can remember so clearly.

Such an unruly, high-spirited tone, such a condescending, winning momentum, maybe as he said, he never put anyone in his eyes, whether it is Sixth Brother or himself, everything is just a game, and If you are interested, continue to play for a while, if you are tired, then end...

His green eyes were dark and dim.

Now why am I troubled, why am I afraid, why am I worried, why am I uneasy, and why am I afraid...

It was originally a game that he couldn't help himself, and it would end as soon as he got tired of playing it. The game was just a game...

"Waiting for me?"

Looking at Xiao who was standing in a daze by the pool in a thin white robe, surrounded by smog, he looked like a banished fairy who had fallen into the mortal world by mistake. He was elegant and noble, as clean as if he could not eat the fireworks of the world, but it made people want to touch his fingers even more. I want him to be dyed in his own color!

Mozun stepped forward quietly and wrapped Rong Ye in his arms, the size of his eyebrows and eyes made Mozun have to lower his head to rest his chin on Rong Ye's shoulder.

Looking at the thin but not thin shoulders in his arms, Mozun chuckled, and sprayed all the warm and moist breath on the side of Rong Ye's sensitive ears, feeling the instant stiff body in his arms, an indescribable oil of satisfaction But born.

I can't help but want to tease, I want to hear his voice, I want to talk to him, don't fight against each other, say anything unscrupulously, as long as I talk to him...

The inexplicable idea stunned the demon, but then he smiled indifferently, since he didn't understand, he didn't rush to figure it out, he never bothered about these trivial matters, he acted as he pleased, never looked forward and backward, and did whatever he wanted , How dare others speak up? !

And the familiar temperature, breath, and embrace in just a few days all make Rong Ye feel like sitting on pins and needles, this is too abnormal!

Rong Ye violently broke away from the demon's embrace, jumped into the pool without even taking off his robe, splashed a splash of water, and then moved to another corner.

Originally, I just wanted to avoid the act of washing it well, but it turned into a sensational invitation. Looking at the beautiful lines and faintly visible white skin wrapped tightly around the body due to soaking, I was not satisfied at all and was forced to force it. The suppressed desire raised its head again.

He wanted him, wanted him all the time, wanted to see his expressions other than indifference, wanted to know what was the purpose of the bleak sadness that was inadvertently revealed under the cold shell, as long as it was about him, he wanted everything. Want to know, want to know, want to have...

=== Bin Laden pulls the lamp ===

Whether it is long or short, it is enough to make people paralyzed, but also enough to make people get used to and lost.

Men seem to be obsessed with their bodies, no matter how much they do, they never stop.

I don't know when it started, Rong Ye has a deep understanding of love affairs, and even the humiliation of being inferior to others has been numb by time. What is the difference between once and a hundred times...

But the only thing that makes him lose control and can't bear it is the flirting technique that the Demon Lord heard from somewhere. It may not matter to other people, but it will be nothing after a few days of freshness, but he is an angel, and this is an angel. Overcome the inevitable death spot!

For angels, wings are not just used for flying and showing their status as it seems, at some point they do have special functions, such as love, such as flirting...

Angels who have always been solemn and serious, even if they know and do it, they will not bump into each other anytime and anywhere!

Wings are the most sensitive part of angels. Even if you don't touch them and just blow the feathers, the tactile impact is amazing.

Therefore, when sensing the surrounding breath, as long as the wings are fully spread out, and the spiritual power is concentrated on the wings, any wind and grass within a radius of hundreds of kilometers cannot escape detection, and the stronger the spiritual power, the higher the perception.

Therefore, there is an unwritten but widely accepted and implemented custom among the Protoss, touching wings means proposing marriage or courting joy.

However, this matter somehow got to the ears of the Demon Lord, who would apply two sprays every three days, regardless of the time, place and occasion, which made Rong Ye the most intolerable.

Angry at him resenting him for hating him, but she still couldn't help but blush, like a balloon about to explode, and could only do her best to keep her jaw shut to prevent any low moans from pouring out.

Rong Ye also thought of a lot of ways to deal with this, but in the end even if he retracted ten wings to make them disappear, after all, being hidden does not mean that they don't exist, but the Demon Lord doesn't seem to be surprised by Rong Ye's reaction. It's the endless search that makes things even more out of hand...

I don’t know whether it’s intentional or not, but every time it stops on the back and keeps rubbing sand, especially the shoulder blades... from the shoulder blades winding down to the waist, it’s where the roots of the wings are... Instead of such stimulation, it’s better to directly Take out the wings and let them play with the smaller ones...

"What are you thinking? So ecstatic."

Compared with the disturbance of the sound, the electric current transmitted from the peripheral nerves directly to the brain made Rong Ye more vigilant, and the wings fell into the claws of the devil again without even looking.

Sometimes Rong Ye gritted his teeth with hatred: Did he meet Wing? !If you want so much, just make a pair and play slowly!Fortunately, the feathers are not dirty, or they would have been turned into mud eggs by him long ago!