Chasing King

Feng Ye tore open Yan Sikong's loose inner garment, revealing a large white chest. He bit on the slender neck and sucked hard, and his big hand swam on the dry and smooth skin.

Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's hair and hissed: "Feng Ye, stop it!"

Feng Ye raises his head and his eyes are red. He grabs Yan Sikong's wrists and ties them with his belt. Yan Sikong is still feverish and weak. Several struggles are useless. He can only let Feng Ye tie his hands. He was so desperate and indignant that he trembled with anger: "Feng Ye, you fool, you are blind, and your heart is even more blind. Don't you even know who you have been with day and night?"

"Of course, I know that he is open-minded, kind-hearted and ambitious. He has the courage to serve his country at a young age. He is not like you!" Feng Ye's fingertips across Yan Sikong's chest, and finally forced his heart, "his heart is not as dirty as you."

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth: "I can tell you what you and I got along with in those years..."

"You eat and sleep with him and talk about everything. Do you think you can cheat me just by this?" Feng Yehan said in a cold voice, "as early as I met you, I felt that you were not like him. What's more, I asked you if you remember the promise we made, but you forgot it. "

"I didn't forget, I now..."

"Shut up Feng Ye pinched Yan Sikong's face and looked at him coldly. "You don't deserve to say it. That's my promise and his promise. God has eyes. Even if he forgot, he came to me and made contributions with me."

Yan Sikong only feels that ten thousand arrows pierce his heart. He did not forget even a word of the great ambition he made with Fengye at Guangning Racecourse 17 years ago. Now in front of Fengye, he is not worthy to mention it?

Feng Ye leaned down and slowly bullied Yan Sikong: "I was obedient to you and was used by you. Now that you are in my hands, I will make the best use of everything. I want you to look at me and look at me. I want you to please me with everything you have."

"You..."

Feng Ye blocked his lips again, and the wild and warm kiss blocked Yan Si's voice in his mouth. He tore up his clothes and trousers that were in the way, and left a little bit of green marks on his white chest. His big hand reached into his pants and played with the soft place wantonly.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong was teased by him and trembled all over. He said in a cruel voice, "are you a man or a beast? How can you do such inferior things?"

Feng savage doesn't care to smile, and his eyes infected by * * are arrogant and wild: "the prince of Jingyuan has already died with Feng family. Now I'm just a bandit and anti thief. I'm not as knowledgeable as the emperor's son-in-law, but I'm not as good as you." He pulled off his profane trousers, and Yan Sikong's last barrier disappeared.

Yan Sikong's long black hair spread out, which made his slender body more white. His hands were tied, his eyes were red, and he wanted to curl up powerlessly. His fragile and gorgeous appearance aroused all the crazy emotions of Feng Ye.

Feng Ye pushed his legs open and watched him tremble under his body, with a twisted pleasure in his heart.

Yan Sikong choked, "you and I at least Don't do this to me

Feng Ye leaned down, nibbled Yan Sikong's ear, and said the most cruel words in the most gentle tone: "I want to do this to you."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes and his face was like ashes.

He held Yan Sikong's lips and trampled on the bright red lips. He was so breathless that he swam all the way to his chest. He opened his mouth and held the pale pink head of his breast and licked it maliciously. One hand is constantly moving down, feel the warm and smooth skin in the palm, even the continuous shudder, all make his blood.

In the past three years, he has been thinking about this person every day. Whether he loves or hates, Yan Sikong belongs to him. He has lost everything and suffered day and night. He must let Yan Sikong taste it!

He separated Yan Sikong's long legs and forced his plastered hand into the flexible hip flap.

Yan Si twisted his body in the crash, blocking his bound hands on his face. He would rather not wake up than suffer all this.

Feng Ye pushed his finger into the tight corridor, and at the same time, he leaned down and licked Yan Sikong's neck. He confided his words and did his best, "it's tight and hot You wrapped around my waist and begged me to get deeper, remember? In fact, you are born to be a man * *, I am not, who can satisfy you? "

Yan Sikong bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. He thought he couldn't hear or see. But how could he escape from the strange and uncomfortable feeling of the fingers stirring wildly in the meat wall?

Feng Ye's fingers pushed in one by one, and wantonly went in and out of the cave. Looking at Yan Sikong's blushing cheek, he was very happy. He said sarcastically, "in order to revenge, you can climb on my bed and change others, you probably want to."

Yan Sikong tensed her body and wished her ears would be sealed.

Feng Ye took out his fingers and separated Yan Sikong's legs greatly. Compared with Yan Sikong, he was stripped completely. His clothes were complete. He only took out the high-spirited meat blade and opened the mouth on the top. "Since you are shameless and can give up anything, I will let you from now on, you can only enjoy in my wolf king's crotch!" Before his words were heard, his powerful waist straightened out, and the thick, ferocious penis poked into the delicate body without pity.Yan Sikong's lower body was in pain, and the pain he blurted out was immediately covered by his hand. Tears came from the corners of his eyes, and his body was shaking violently.

The moment Fengye pushed into the wall, he felt that the beast in his body was completely released, and he was a beast that had been hungry for a long time. This was his body that he thought about day and night, and this was the person he would have. He could do anything to this person, and he would do everything he wanted to do to this person!

He pulled the * * out a little and pushed it into Yan Sikong again. The temperature in Yan Sikong's body was higher than usual. The pleasure of being squeezed by the hot intestinal wall made him roar out. He didn't care about the trembling of his lower body and started to * * fiercely.

Yan Sikong bit his lips out of blood, but he didn't want to make any noise. He subconsciously wanted to curl up, but Feng Ye carried his legs to his shoulders, and his lower body was exposed in front of the ferocious meat blade without reservation, and was severely manipulated again and again.

Feng Ye pries open Yan Sikong's teeth with his fingers and says cruelly: "call it out. It's better that the whole camp can hear it. I want the whole world to know that Yan Sikong, the emperor's son-in-law, is just my favorite."

Yan Sikong bit Fengye's finger. He stared at Fengye, and his red eyes showed deep resentment.

The look in his eyes made Feng Ye's heart hurt, but it even aroused his desire to fight. He didn't pull his finger back, so he let Yan Sikong bite. Only such pain could make him more ruthless. The harder Yan Sikong bites, the more powerful he is to insert into Yan Sikong's body. Yan Sikong's body can't stand up and shrug forward, shaking like a fallen leaf in the wind.

Fengye is like an indefatigable wild animal, which devotes its desire to its prey. Yan Sikong was made to lose his strength and numb by his manipulation. The old demonic pleasure of farewell was gradually awakened from the depth of his consciousness. After more than three years of inaction, he almost forgot what kind of madness Feng Ye had given him in his bed. Now they rush past like sea waves and invade all parts of his body. He is paralyzed and covers his mouth with his only consciousness. He still doesn't want to make noise Any voice of shame.

The sweat and tears on Yan Sikong's face are intertwined, his scattered black hair is like poppy in full bloom, and his pure white and powdery skin is covered with blue and red marks, just like the flag that he belongs to, which makes Fengye fight recklessly on his own territory.

Feng Ye turns over Yan Sikong's body and makes him pucker up like a dog. The thick and long * * with green tendons fiercely inserts into the wet and beautiful * * and orders, "shout out, shout out."

Yan Sikong buries his face in the bedclothes. His consciousness is already confused. He can only sob helplessly and escape from time to time with painful obscenities, but it is not enough to satisfy Feng Ye.

"Call it out." Feng Ye grabs Yan Sikong's weapon, fondles it quickly, and stabs the meat blade into his crazy * * fiercely. He forces Yan Sikong to sink with him. "Call out, let me hear your call, let the whole world hear it, call out!"

Fengye's powerful crotch quickly hit Yan Sikong's pliable buttocks and made a sound. Just the movement was enough. Yan Sikong was hit back and forth, and his body was trembling. He deliberately suppressed his groan, which was like aphrodisiac. But he wanted more.

He took out the meat blade, picked up the soft mud Yan Sikong from the ground, and stood up. Yan Sikong woke up like a dream. The fear of falling made him hold Feng Ye's neck subconsciously. Feng Ye hung his legs with strong arms, and held his buttocks with both hands. Before he could react, he just stood up and thrust in!

"Ah --" Yan Sikong's body sank, and he had never had the depth to explore the terrible situation. A surge of extreme pleasure came, and he couldn't help crying out.

Feng Ye bit Yan Sikong's earlobe: "call, call out! Call my name His strong arms firmly hold Yan Sikong's body, and his stiff arms keep pushing.

"Feng Wild... " Yan Sikong's voice is hoarse, "don't..."

"No, No." Feng Ye's wild eyes were full of endless depraved * * s, "what I give you, you have to have everything."

Yan Sikong's mind is on the verge of defeat. He can no longer suppress his groans. With Fengye's madness, his pain and pleasure go hand in hand, as if in the clouds and the abyss. He seems to have lost all his senses as a human being, only to be bawled by Fengye.

That night, Yan Sikong couldn't count how many times Fengye shot in his body, and he didn't know when he was awake or unconscious. He cried and tried to get around, but in the end, he could only follow Fengye's ups and downs in the sea of desire. Fengye's face eroded by hatred and violence flickered in front of his eyes, and finally became an indelible memory of his life

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after that night, Yan Sikong had a fever for several days, and even began to talk nonsense.

Fortunately, yuan Nanyu, the half miracle doctor in the military camp, forced to drink good soup for a few days, and kept wiping himself to reduce heat, and finally let Yan Sikong come over.

When he woke up, he was not conscious. He had to rest for several days before he had the strength to get out of bed.The madness of that night still scares him. Fengye's humiliation and deliberate revenge aroused him full of resentment and made him deeply hurt.

Up to now, he has no idea of distinguishing himself. He finally understands that they have really broken up since they separated three years ago. Fengye, who appears in front of him now, is not the one who has been kind to him, who has made him cling to him, who has made him think deeply, who has made him think deeply, but the wolf king, who is just the wolf king. So, is he really Yan Sikong? What's the point?

And he can finally put down Fengye. He cheated and used Fengye, and Fengye showed no mercy to him. In his heart, they were completely even. From now on, he is worthy of Fengye and merciless. As Feng Ye said, King Shizi of Jingyuan had already died, and his heart also died. Now why bother others? Why be heartbroken?

He had known for a long time that he should not be emotional to anyone in his life. It was just a drag. This is the best way. He no longer has to be dragged. Without Fengye, his heart can really be as strong as a rock.

He still has yu'er, he still has unfulfilled ambition, his life is worthless, but as long as the rest of his breath, he should not stop, otherwise, why does he live?

When yuan Nanyu came to see him, his eyes were hard to hide.

Yan Sikong, however, had been silent, and he woke up from the pain like killing the top. He said calmly, "you don't have to dodge. Just ask what you want."

Yuan Nan Yu gave him a pulse and shook his head: "I don't want to ask about your business, but he is too reckless. You..." He stuttered for a long time and didn't know what to ask.

"There's no need to see him." Yan Sikong drew back her hand. "I've had my own diagnosis, and it's OK."

"Do you know the art of medicine, too?"

"Just the skin." Yan Sikong sneered, "you've heard so many rumors about me in Beijing, haven't you heard the broken sleeve between me and wolf king?"

Yuan Nanyu was silent for a moment: "I didn't take it seriously at first, but I have already guessed that when he mentioned you, he always..."

Yan Sikong didn't care what would be followed by "always", it had nothing to do with him: "I'm really unscrupulous, and it's nothing."

Yuan Nanyu couldn't help but get angry: "you are..."

"This leather bag made king Shizi of Jingyuan infatuated with me at that time. It was this leather bag that made his majesty wish to marry his daughter to me." Yan Sikong low smile, "subcutaneous three inches are white bone, but people can only see the appearance, I did not achieve the goal at all costs, but just a pair of skin, do not use white ah."

Yuan Nanyu's chest heaved and said impolitely, "you boast to be smart, but you don't behave properly. Sooner or later, you will suffer from it. If you do more injustice, you will die. Don't you understand?"

"Ha ha ha." Yan Sikong laughed three times to hide his bitterness. "I don't know how much retribution I've suffered, but God still keeps me alive. There must be unfinished business waiting for me."

Yuan Nan Yu shook her head in disappointment.

The curtain door of the tent was roughly opened, and Feng Ye strode in, looking at Yan Sikong coldly.

Yan Sikong also looked back at him with cold eyes.

Feng Ye said: "Que forget, you step down first."

Yuan Nanyu said, "wolf king, don't embarrass him any more. He's just sick."

"I know. You step back."

Yuan Nanyu hesitated, got up and left.

Feng Ye sat down in front of Yan Sikong's bed and looked at the ruddy flowers that had just gathered on the surface. Compared with the paleness of the previous days, it really seemed much better. He said with a sneer: "you really should make good use of this pair of leather bags, so that you can feel better when you are around."

"How can I feel better when I'm by your side." Yan said with a blank expression.

"If you feel bad, it's your fault." Feng Ye sneered, "when I was good to you, you used it as a stepping stone."

"So what." Yan Sikong chuckled, "you volunteered."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes dangerously and laughed instead of anger: "yes, I volunteered. It's my fault that I was young, ignorant, naive and stupid. It's a pity that you can't cheat me any more. Now it's still in my hands."

"Oh, yes." Yan Si said, "without me, how many soldiers do you think you have to lose to win Hetao?"

"With or without you, I will take Hetao as many soldiers as I lose." Feng Ye pinched Yan Sikong's chin, "with you, it's much easier."

"Now, do you think I want to help you?"

"Help me?" Feng Ye laughed, "help me? It's like the world's best. All you do is for your own sake. You want to use me to steal power and help Chen Yu ascend to the throne and then take charge of the world. I'm just your chess, and Chen Yu is just your chess. "

Yan Sikong looks at Feng Ye's sarcasm, and his heart is still full of stinging pain, but his face is still calm. He says: "yes, this is what I want and what you want."

"You can't tell me what I want." Feng Ye said haughtily, "as long as you are obedient, I will take a share of you. But if you play tricks with me again... " He changed his face and said darkly, "I'll make your life worse than death."Yan Si looked at Feng Ye calmly. His powerful, fierce and cold look was originally used to face the enemy, but now it is used to deal with himself He told himself again and again that he didn't have to care, but it was hard to stop the surge of sadness.

When did he become so weak?

Feng Ye looks at Yan Sikong's pale face, his heart is tight, he purses his lips, suddenly takes off his light armor and starts to take off his clothes.

Yan Sikong leaned back and said in a trembling voice, "you..."

Feng Ye tilted his eyes: "don't worry, I won't move you."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Sleep." Feng Ye takes off his coat and climbs onto the couch. Regardless of Yan Sikong's resistance, he embraces him in his arms.

Yan Sikong was rigidly trapped in Fengye's arms and did not dare to move. He can't forget Fengye's brutality. He is really afraid.

Feng Ye gently touched the black hair with the tip of his nose. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He just held it like that, as if the mountains were falling apart.

Yan Sikong's back is against Fengye's generous and warm chest. He has been hugged in this embrace for countless times. He thought that this is the most reassuring place in the world. He once prayed for time to stop, just to seek a moment's stability in this bosom. But now, there is only cold wind and rain here.

There's no one else in the world who can think of Kong's security.