Yu Fusheng rubbed his index finger over the corner of his lips, lowered his eyes and looked at the blood stains on his fingertips: "I know why I let you go far and never show up in front of me again."

Fang Zhongqing: "...you said you hate me."

"You actually believed it," Yu Fusheng smiled softly, picked up the delicate jaw of the person in front of him, and gently stroked it, "I asked you to leave because I was giving you a chance. I don't want to hurt you."

Fang Zhongqing frowned and grabbed the hand that stroked his jaw. He never thought that Yu Fusheng would hurt him, so what the other party said at this time did not make him feel threatened.

"Do you know you came to me and sent yourself in front of me?" Yu Fusheng's smile dissipated a little, with deep eyes. "If I can restrain myself once, it doesn't mean I can restrain myself forever. This time... I don't plan to let you go."

Fang Zhongqing met his dark and narrow eyes, and realized it later and noticed the danger.

"You want to fight with me?"

Fang Zhongqing estimated the strength of the two and reminded, "But my cultivation is higher than yours."

Yu Fusheng smiled but said nothing. He lowered his head slightly, and put his thin lips on the blood stained with his fingertips just now. It was like a kiss, revealing a bit of affection.

Fang Zhongqing's face turned pale, and his whole body felt ache, and he couldn't help trembling. The blood in his body made a strange appearance, and even his spiritual power was not controlled.

In his trance, he looked at Yu Fusheng and recalled a drop of blood that had just been taken.

"What spell."

Yu Fusheng stretched out his slender hand and held his thin and fair wrist, causing Fang Zhongqing, who almost fell down, to lean against him, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Evil Skill. Zhong Qing, you are too unpretentious to me... It's really stupid."

This type of blood technique is extremely useful to those who practice the first time. Even Fang Zhongqing is unable to resist the opportunity he takes away.

But Fang Zhongqing still has some spiritual power to control, and he has never lacked top-level spells. Yu Fusheng did not relax after using blood surgery, but was more vigilant and prepared for Fang Zhongqing's counterattack. After all, he didn't know how many trump cards the other party had.

But even though he fainted from pain, Fang Zhongqing did not attack him. Not to mention murderous intent, he did not even have a trace of hostility.

Yu Fusheng had a moment of laughter or crying, and his heart was mixed. The only thing he didn't have was the magnanimity that made Fang Zhongqing leave.

He picked Fang Zhongqing up horizontally and placed it on the spacious and soft bed.

The sky is dark and dark clouds cover the night sky.

Fang Zhongqing's long eyelashes trembled slightly. When he woke up, his body no longer hurt, but his hands and feet were weak and his spiritual power could not be activated.

He turned his head, silently recovering his spiritual power, while looking at Yu Fusheng with his puzzled eyes.

Yu Fusheng stood beside the bed, and when he woke up, he didn't say a word, and his long and narrow eyes could not see his emotions, but Fang Zhongqing felt an inexplicable coldness from the inside. No matter what he said or did at this time, the other party responded with a bone-chilling chill.

Fang Zhongqing didn't know how to warm the eyes. He thought for a while and asked, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Yu Fu was born to Changyuan Peak at night, especially on rainy nights. Every time he came, he said that he had not fallen asleep for ten days and half a month, and only he could sleep by his side.

Fang Zhongqing was not used to having multiple people in bed at first, but as many times as he did, he was the only one.

Fang Zhongqing thought that Yu Fusheng had been using all the evil magic on him so much, just to take off his coat and let him lie on the bed. Had he not been resting for too long, and was worried that he would not let him go to bed, so he did this around the bush.

After he said this, he heard Yu Fusheng laugh.

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at a poor man who has been guarding the treasure for decades and dare not touch it. I always have a delusion. One day, the treasure can take the initiative to approach it,"

Yu Fusheng stood beside the bed, leaned over slightly, stretched out his cold fingers, and stroked Zhong Qing's fair cheeks above.

"But the treasure is ruthless and unintentional, he will never wait...so, in the end the poor worm died."

Fang Zhongqing was stunned for a moment: "Why are you dead?"

Yu Fusheng narrowed his narrow eyes and showed a cold light: "Because he destroyed the treasure."

I don’t know whether it was because of this sentence or Yu Fusheng’s too explicit eyes, Fang Zhongqing’s expression changed slightly, and he leaned into the bed, subconsciously staying away from the places that made him feel dangerous.

But the moment I retreated, my wrist was held.

Yu Fusheng leaned over and pressed the man on the bed, lifted Fang Zhongqing's jaw with one hand, blocking his soft lips.

Fang Zhongqing knew that in addition to sleeping, he could also practice dual cultivation in bed, but he didn't believe that Yu Fusheng would treat him like this.

When the lace of the underwear was pulled apart, Fang Zhongqing was slightly stunned. He grabbed his wrist with one hand, his knuckles turned white, and shook his head, trying to stop his close friends who had been with him for many years.

But Yu Fusheng's movements did not slow down at all. He grabbed his wrist and peeled off his thin underwear, with his eyes deep.

The two of them fell all over the ground by the bed, and Fang Zhongqing's eyes turned red without realizing it. They were covered with slender green hairs on the bed, and their white and jade-like naked backs were exposed in the air, with fine kiss marks.

Fang Zhongqing's thoughts were irritated. The moment he was hugged by his waist, a sense of creepy surged into his heart, like cold water waking him up.

He desperately refused: "Stop, Yu Fusheng, don't treat me like this..."

Yu Fusheng leaned over, his chest pressed against Fang Zhongqing's back, covered his mouth with one hand, cutting off the almost broken sound, and a low voice rang in Fang Zhongqing's ear: "Don't say something that makes me soft."

Fang Zhongqing shook his head desperately, and the next moment, his face turned pale as paper, and the pain made him tremble all over his body.

But this pain is just like the beginning.

Fang Zhongqing opened his eyes slightly, his forehead was sweating like rain. Suddenly, he didn't know what he had grabbed in his hand, his slender fingers tightened, and his knuckles were almost transparent.

After completely possessing the person, Yu Fusheng sighed in a low voice, and the gloom of his eyebrows and eyes dissipated, and he was unprecedentedly satisfied.

Meanwhile, something wet slid across the back of his hand.

It's hot, and gradually becomes cold.

When Yu Fusheng realized what it was, he thought that he would definitely be punished.

However, he didn't care.

Yu Fusheng hugged the person in his arms tightly, his handsome face was filled with cold and evil spirits, and his eyes were filled with hysterical madness.

If Fang Zhongqing is destined to not belong to him, then at least, he will make Fang Zhongqing remember him forever.

The once out of reach of people, cheering, humming, and crying unbearable.

Yu Fusheng's eyes were red, and even his fingertips were hot. He asked the person on the bed again and again until Fang Zhongqing fainted in his arms, with faint tears remaining on his cheeks. The cinnabar between his eyebrows was red like blood, and his lips were bitten to the skin.

Yu Fusheng stared at him for a long time, put on a robe and put on Fang Zhongqing, picked him up from the bed, and went to the bathtub to clean it.

Fang Zhongqing woke up, his whole body was sore, and he turned his head to look at Yu Fusheng who was sleeping with his arms around him, and fell into silence.

After a long time, Yu Fusheng opened his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

Fang Zhongqing's eyebrows and eyes were tired, and her voice was hoarse: "I want to leave."

His spiritual power has not yet been restored, and Yu Fusheng will not let him go, so it is difficult for him to leave, but he doesn't want to stay here for a moment, stay by Yu Fusheng's side.

Yu Fusheng said "yes" lightly, as expected, he let go of him indifferently, sat up, picked up an ink-colored dagger from the edge of the bed, and put it in his hand.

Fang Zhongqing recognized the dagger, and he gave Yu Fusheng a birthday gift: "What are you doing?"

Yu Fusheng said, "Kill me and you can leave."

Fang Zhongqing looked at him incredibly.

Yu Fusheng didn't mean anything else, so he held his hand and let the sharp dagger press against his heart.

This dagger is extremely powerful, even the black iron can be easily pierced. The moment it hits Yu Fusheng's chest, it pierces the flesh and lets the bright red blood soak the inner clothes.

Fang Zhongqing's eyes touched the bloodstains, and he couldn't help but let go of the dagger, but Yu Fusheng held his hand tightly. The force was so strong that he could not resist it at all, so he lacked spiritual power.

Fang Zhongqing said, "Stop."

"There must be a choice," Yu Fusheng's face was quiet. "I don't want to let you go. If you want to leave, you can only kill me. Don't think about waiting for the spiritual power to recover. I won't give you a chance."

Fang Zhongqing's eyes gradually became sharp: "I will find an opportunity."

Yu Fusheng ignored it and said lightly: "So you can't bear to die now? Last night, you cried under me and said you wanted to kill me."

Fang Zhongqing's expression changed and his eyes looked at him with a trembling look.

Yu Fusheng sighed: "Don't you understand yet? We can't go back to the past. I'm not a traitor. You don't have to think that I can save you."

He stared at Fang Zhongqing with long narrow eyes and curled his lips threateningly: "If you don't kill me, as long as I live, I will be unable to control myself. The incident last night will be repeated countless times."

Fang Zhongqing's face turned pale and his expression became panicked.

Yu Fusheng waited for a while and saw Fang Zhongqing's hand holding the dagger tightened.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and against the increasing blood in his chest, he showed an almost crazy posture.

Yu Fusheng opened his arms and thought that he would wait for the dagger to penetrate his heart. It was when Fang Zhongqing was closest to him.

He wants to hug this man at the end.

But before the imagined dagger arrived, it was thrown aside. Fang Zhongqing hit him in his arms and hugged him.

Yu Fusheng was stunned, shocked by the sudden change, his smile gradually disappeared from the corners of his lips, his long eyelashes drooped, and his expression was even at a loss.

"I won't kill you." Fang Zhongqing whispered.

Yu Fusheng's thin lips moved slightly: "You are too soft-hearted, Zhong Qing."

"Is that true?"

Fang Zhongqing put his jaw on his shoulder and closed his eyes lightly, "But you have been using it for twenty-three years and have become my most important person. Now even if you do what I hate, I can't do it anymore."

Yu Fusheng was stunned. The dagger just now seemed to have not fallen, but instead pierced into his heart little by little with Fang Zhongqing's words.

He was bloody and poked it again and again, so painful that he couldn't speak.

After a while, Yu Fusheng heard himself speak, as if he had given up: "—Okay, I'll let you go."
To be continued...