Strategy to Attack the System

The main hall of the former leader has been destroyed, but when he walked on the dark steps, he could still smell the thick, dry blood seeping from the cracks. Even if Han Li has become a magic repair, he still cannot adapt to this. The majestic killing aura. ---End of this Tanmei, Hong Kong and Taiwan romance www.hjw.tw)))

And when he thought that the bloodthirsty and cruel leader had been killed by his own son, Han Li really didn't know whether he should be grateful for the world or sympathize for the betrayed father.

After hurriedly walking to the gate of the palace in the depths, the magic repair guards on both sides saw him respectfully and gave way. Han Li's brows frowned, and he passed them in silence.

As the new leader, Yuan Chen didn't think he was embarrassed because he was Senior Brother Jiang Fu, and even bestowed him a high status, but this would only remind Han Li that he was already a demonic cultivator. Avoid the facts, so that the heart is like a knife, life is better than death.

The sudden ups and downs of complex emotions were suppressed by Han Lisheng. He walked through the empty hall and along the dark corridor into the inner hall where Yuan Chen lived.

Yuan Chen doesn't like to be served by people, so except for the magic repair guard at the door, there is no one in his palace. It is quiet and silent. The heavy smell of blood and the dark tones outline a terrible and terrifying scene, which makes people feel hairy.

Han Li forcibly mustered up the courage to continue walking in the direction of the inner hall, unconsciously clenching the Sky Star Sword in his hand, as if in this way he could draw a certain peace of mind from the cold sword.

He and Han Yu are twins, and even the weapons given to him when he breaks through the foundation building period are also twins.

Han Yu and Han Li, Sky Moon Sword and Sky Star Sword, have always been inseparable.

There was a dull pain in the heart, he didn't dare to think anymore, stopped and knocked on the door of the inner hall.

"The leader."

After a while, the door squeaked open, and Han Li pushed the door and entered.

Only a few lights were lit in the inner hall, no one could be seen in the faint blurry scene, and the door of the inner room was closed tightly.

Han Li didn't dare to walk away privately, so he stood in the middle of the outhouse and waited for Yuanchen to come out.

Whether he is a cultivator or a magic cultivator, Han Li’s cultivation level has always been above the medium multiplier, and his perception is extremely keen, not to mention the silence of the palace, so the sound from the inner room separated by the thin door panel is clear. The word came to his ears.

He naturally understood what it was, and when he was in love with Han Yuhuan, he could not help making such an uncontrollable depressive sound.

It's just that the gasp that I hear now is mixed with more tolerance and embarrassment, the cry of sobbing is thin and weak, like a fold that is crushed and rubbed hard, revealing a weak hook, thrilling.

Han Li listened stiffly for a while before the sound gradually died out, and then Yuan Chen walked out of the inner room.

He just wrapped an outer robe lazily, and the loosely tied belt revealed a strong and strong chest covered with ambiguous scratches.

Han Li hurriedly lowered his head and dared not look again, thinking of Jiang Fu in a complicated mood.

He knew that Jiang Fu was in love with Yuan Chen, but Yuan Chen was not only the unforgivable Demon Cultivator, but also had a good time with others behind his back. Jiang Fu might be sad if he knew.

He endured it, and finally couldn't help but ask after he finished reporting the affairs.

"Master, will you still go back?"

Yuan Chen, who was about to return to the inner room, glanced at him strangely, then sneered.

"Why should I go back?"

As the footsteps went away, the door in front of Han Li closed again.

He stared blankly at the inner room that covered the spring scene, and suddenly had a strong urge to go back.

How sad would Jiang Fu who lost Yuan Chen be, and how sad would Han Yu who lost him be.

The hanging hooks hung down the dark red bed curtains as thin as cicada wings, and the rusty tassels swayed when they were lifted, exposing the beautiful prisoners who could not move on the giant bed.

The hanging soft red silk was tied to the hands behind the back. In order to maintain balance, the upper body that had to be held up was bent into a reverie and graceful arc. The white robe worn on the body was loosely exposed, revealing white and delicate skin. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, but the sideburns were soaked in sweat and stuck to her cheeks.

It seems that he heard the footsteps of Yuan Chen coming over, and the person blindfolded by the thin red gauze looked in his direction in confusion, and his wet lips and teeth uttered helpless pleadings.

"Yuanyuan, please, let me go, okay."

Yuan Chen's hand was placed on the back of his neck, his thumb was against his chin, and the awkward-looking person was forced to assume a harmless posture like a sacrifice.

He lowered his head and kissed his sweet red lips intently on deaf ears.

After a long while, Jiang Fu gasped like suffocation, and his body was sore and weak. His legs that couldn't be kneeling continued to slide, and the hidden pain caused by the bound soft red silk made him have to do his best to support.

Yuan Chen hugged him in his arms, lowered his head and threw on his red knees, and sighed in pain.

"very pitiful."

The red gauze covering his eyes was soaked in tears. Even if he opened his eyes and tried to distinguish, only the dim outlines were not very clear, showing a charming smell against the red gauze.

Jiang Fu leaned in his arms and sobbed softly, his whole body was covered with squishy water, like a plump peach that was squeezed out of all the sweet juice, sweet and fragrant, full of fluid.

Yuan Chen fiddled with his wet hair carelessly and said softly.

"Your brother doesn't seem to know about your visit to me. Would you like to see him?"

Jiang Fu in his arms suddenly struggled, like a small milk cat pinched by the back of his neck, begging for mercy in a panic.

"No, no, I don't want to see him"

His reaction was too strong, and Yuan Chen had to tighten his arms to comfort him for a while before seeing him slowly calm down again.

"Well, since you don't want to see him for the time being, then I'll send him out for errands."

Jiang Fu's eyelashes trembled, and then slowly dropped.

Yuan Chen said to himself for a while, feeling a little boring, and then untied the red gauze that was hanging around his eyes. The thin red that was falling revealed a pair of glazed eyes, which were full of water. Tears, looks beautiful and pitiful.

Jiang Fu didn't expect his sudden movement. After looking at him blankly for a while, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

"My hand hurts too much, can you stop binding me?"

Yuan Chen stared at him for a while before speaking.

"You kiss me, and I promise you."

Jiang Fu hesitantly came over and kissed him, Yuan Chen really untied the red silk as he said, and Jiang Fu's wrist was strangled with two traces, which appeared particularly conspicuous on the white and greasy skin, full of energy in an instant A violent ambiguity in my heart was stimulated.

Yuan Chen held his wrist and licked the redness religiously and seriously, the expression on his face was extremely gentle.

Jiang Fu hissed, shrinking subconsciously, and then saw Yuan Chen look up at him.

He didn't dare to move suddenly, and honestly crooked in Yuan Chen's arms.

Because Yuan Chen was heartbroken by his frank feelings before, even if Jiang Fuzai revealed touching guilt and sincerity after knowing that he was an iron cow, Yuan Chen did not believe it at all.

The derivation of the inner demon had clearly made him remember the deep-seated principle-only the strongest can plunder his favorite prey.

And no matter how cunning and deceiving the prey is, he won’t be softened anymore. He is not the internal disciple Tie Niu who had been hiding in the dark and was infatuated with it. He is the leader of Moxiu, and he is even more powerful than Jiang Fu The presence.

Therefore, unscrupulous possession and aggression are a matter of course in the dark nature.

As a cultivator who takes care of the common people, Jiang Fu doesn’t even need Yuan Chen to say any threats and he will compromise. Whether he is a disciple of the Tiangan faction or a small town inhabitant in the underground palace, he can Jiang Fu pinched his weakness.

Yuan Chen naturally knew, so he accepted Jiang Fu's obedience frankly.

The time in the realm of cultivation is quite long. Jiang Fu was locked in the palace bed by Yuan Chen all day and night, and his trance consciousness became less and less clear. What remained was the endless breathing and the fact that he was often forced to collapse. Cowardly crying.

Yuan Chen hated his indifference, so it was horrible when he was pestering him, and even took him to the back mountain of the Tiangan faction openly.

When Jiang Fu was pressed into by him, his whole body was shaking nervously. Not far away there were Tiangan disciples who patrolled regularly, but the disheveled Jiang Fu could only bite his lip and try not to make any noises, and his wet eyes were forced. Redness.

The hour in Houshan at the first son of every month used to be the time when Jiang Fu taught Tie Niu to practice, but now it has become the reason for Yuan Chen's love for the scene, but this love is resentful and unwilling.

He has always been infinitely longing for the pity of this beautiful and high-ranking master. One stop or one glance is enough to make him crazy, like the innate sense of chasing buried in the blood. He was born to get the master. .

It's just that this kind of admiration changed after discovering Master's tricks to play with people's hearts. He didn't understand why Master didn't care about anyone, but he just had a strange obsession with a name and appearance.

Just call it Yuanchen, just look like this. No matter how many people around him who really love him, he doesn't care.

Yuan Chen only thought that there might be a completely strange soul lingering on the master with this face and identity, and the imaginary that the master would indulge, he felt that the jealousy in his chest burned his eyes red, and he almost wanted to shatter.

This is the realm of comprehension, so the magic of stealing the sky is not without it.

But even if someone did this, the teacher might never have noticed it, maybe he didn't care about it at all.

Yuan Chen thought almost desperately.

What exactly is Yuan Chen to him.

A promise, a obsession, or a gadget to pass the time in a long time.

This sense of panic that would be lost at any time made Yuan Chen couldn’t help but desperately get close to his master, watching the indifferent person being torn in by him, watching that beautiful and beautiful face reveal a pitiful and lovely look of panic. Seeing those pale glaze eyes crying into a pool of water.

And in the water is his reflection.

Only in this way can Yuan Chen feel at ease by occupying without leaving a gap and invading from the inside out.

His master.

There can only be his master.