I’m Always the Villain

In Jiang Tong's shocked eyes, "Master" walked into the bedroom with a drunk "Fan Lu".

Fan Lu was a little taller than Shizun, and his body was stronger than Shizun, but now he was like a big cat, softly nesting in Shizun's arms.

Jiang Tong covered his mouth, is this the legendary macho acting like a spoiled brat?

Too good, right?

Just, shameless.

It was not until the door was closed that the scene inside was isolated, and Jiang Tong left the master's courtyard in a daze like a wooden man. Before leaving, he did not forget to take "Fan Lu" and drink the remaining peach blossom brew.

He may have encountered the biggest demon since the practice of Taoism, and he needs to drink some wine to forget all this.

In the room, Sang Jiuchi used both legs, hanging on Fan Lu like a sloth. He smelled the familiar smell of his lover, and tucked his chin into the other's neck with nostalgia, and arched it several times like a big cat.

Fan Lu had a smile at the corner of his mouth, his usual cold and solemn face had taken off his disguise, and his eyes were filled with love, almost overflowing.

He came to the bed with Sang Jiuchi in his arms, and when he looked up, he saw a portrait of Sang Jiuchi hanging by the bedside.

There are no detailed descriptions, just a few simple strokes, and two lifelike figures are outlined.

The artist used a large amount of black ink to paint, sometimes thick, sometimes light, and painted two completely different character styles with only one color.

One is as noble as a lonely moon, and the other is as tall and straight as a mountain.

In the portrait, the two stood side by side, Fan Lu held Sang Jiuchi's hand in his mouth, and a delicate rose in the other hand.

That rose is also the only place in the whole painting that is embellished with color, a delicate red sandwiched in a light pink.

Sang Jiuchi closed his eyes slightly in the portrait, looking like he was asleep. Fan Lu's expression was very pious, and he bit Sang Jiuchi's fingertips rebelliously, and his face was righteous and awe-inspiring, but he looked at the beautiful rose from the corner of his eyes, and always felt that there was something he couldn't say. something inside.

Fan Lu laughed when he saw the portrait painted by Sang Jiuchi.

The next moment, he felt a pain in his fingers.

Looking down, it turned out that Sang Jiuchi took his finger and bit it.

The thorny tiger fangs tried to grind Fan Lu's thick fingertips, and after a while, Fan Lu's fingertips were dyed with a layer of reflective bright color.

Sang Jiuchi stopped after biting for a while, and took Fan Lu's hand in a daze, and his fingers slipped numbly into the opponent's palm like a water snake.

Sang Jiuchi's fingers are very beautiful. The thin and long white fingers are like a bright moon in the sky, and the belly of the fingers is like a plump little jade beads.

He is in five planes with his lover, and he has already integrated his lover's breath into his bones and blood, and some habits can be made easily without reason.

Sang Jiuchi subconsciously grabbed Fan Lu's hand. Those hands were wide and warm with a thin layer of calluses, just like the hands in memory.

He likes his lover, his face, his body, and the way he looks at himself.

But if he really wants to choose, he likes the hands of his lover the most. The lover's hand is like a switch for him. Every time I grab the lover's hand and play with it, I can always see the emotional look on the lover's face.

Sang Jiuchi's fingertips traced lines on the palm of his lover's palm, feeling a thin layer of sweat from his lover's hand, Sang Jiuchi finally showed a satisfied smile.

Fan Lu frowned, looking at Sang Jiuchi, who had not forgotten to tease him even though he was unconscious, both angry and funny.

Seeing that Sang Jiuchi's hand became more and more dangerous, Fan Lu took a deep breath and tapped on Sang Jiuchi's forehead. Sang Jiuchi immediately stopped all movements and collapsed on Fan Lu's body to sleep. on.

Fan Lu was afraid of knocking on Sang Jiuchi, so he carefully placed him on the bed, helped him take off his emerald green robe and put on obscenity clothes, and then he used the dust removal technique to clean up Sang Jiuchi from beginning to end before stopping. action.

In the warm bedroom, Zhuozhuo was shadowed by candlelight, which enveloped the place with an ambiguous dim yellow light and shadow.

In such a hazy light and shadow, Fan Lu sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the young man on the bed.

Oh, is this his baby?

He is the God of War, the battle of the twelve main gods. After he beheaded the seven gods, he was seriously injured.

Before falling asleep, he used the last remaining divine power to create a system, hoping that it could collect his divine soul.

Unexpectedly, F001 bound him.

The God of War's eyes were slightly ecstatic, and he fell into a long-term memory.

Forgot how long ago, Tiandi gave birth to a partner for him. Just when he was about to find a partner, he encountered the battle of the twelve gods.

That epic battle lasted for so long that he forgot that he still had a partner who lived in nothingness.

He never imagined that F001 had been looking for a tasker for so long, and finally found Sang Jiuchi.

Maybe this is the fate that cannot be parted from somewhere, right?

As Sang Jiuchi collected more and more souls for him, his strength gradually recovered. In the last plane, he had a premonition that Sang Jiuchi was in danger, and forcibly intervened in the plane's rules to prevent the tragedy from happening.

For a long time, he could only recollect the bits and pieces of getting along with Sang Jiuchi through the memories of the return of his soul.

But just those memories that couldn't be immersed in the scene already made his heart tremble.

He was born in nothingness, and he was decisive and cold-hearted in this life. Before meeting Sang Jiuchi, he had never had such a strange feeling.

The icy door of the heart, which was welded with shackles, was mercilessly pried open, filled with sweet memories and emotional floods, filling every corner of it with a turbulent force.

After he woke up, he didn't want to see Sang Jiuchi for a moment.

But his divine power has not recovered to the point where he can travel to any plane at will. Every time he can only lie in the cold coffin, relying on those sweet memories to lick the lonely wounds alone.

On the previous plane, he finally felt Sang Jiuchi with the help of divine power through an opportunity, and he really touched him.

Not memories, not false images.

A warm body, a beating heart, that is the real Sang Jiuchi.

I originally thought that my encounter with him would be short-lived, but after he used his last divine power to protect Sang Jiuchi from the threat of the Dark God, he actually entered this plane when he woke up.

When he woke up, he happened to be refining the volcano.

There is still a part of the divine power left, and he also interprets the memory of this plane, and knows more about the conspiracy of the Dark God.

In order to protect Sang Jiuchi, he turned his divine power and part of his vitality into a cultivation base to forcibly leapfrog, and entered the tribulation period. Because this plane used to be his plane, the fear of facing him still existed, and he did not dare to drop thunder on him.

It is precisely because of this that he escaped the surveillance of the Dark God.

The God of War opened his thick sleeves, and a dark and slender line spread down his shoulders like an earthworm, and now it still spread to the forearm.

This is his lifeline. He was sucked into this plane by the power of the vortex of the dark god. The consequence of forcibly improving his cultivation is to speed up the time to leave.

When this line moves to the wrist, this body will not be able to withstand the powerful pressure and explode, and he will also leave this plane.

Before that, he must help Sang Jiuchi complete his task.

He knew that every mission of Sang Jiuchi was extremely dangerous. Not only could he fail, but he would also face sneak attacks from other gods at any time.

Especially in this plane, he once set the principle of crossing F001, starting from the safest lower plane, with the protection of the host as the most fundamental principle.

This S-level plane was definitely not F001's choice, but the God of Darkness used his power to forcibly drag Sang Jiuchi into this plane.

The God of Darkness has always been ruthless. He dragged Sang Jiuchi to this plane, is it still as simple as playing cards?

He wants to kill Sang Jiuchi in this plane!

Thinking of this, the God of War uncontrollably poured out countless killing intent. But the killing intent seemed to have life again, so he avoided Sang Jiuchi, so that Sang Jiuchi didn't feel the slightest bit.

In the guest room in the distance, Jiang Tong was drinking wine to drown his sorrows.

Suddenly, he felt that the originally peaceful earth was trembling desperately, and killing intent as sharp and cold as a thousand-year-old frost came from all directions.

That killing intent carries fierce oppression, like an ancient beast with a **** mouth.

Under this killing intent, Jiang Tong was just a small ant, and he didn't even have the chance to escape and beg for mercy.

Jiang Tong was so frightened that he was dripping with cold sweat. He wanted to run out and ask Master for help.

But soon he found that not only could he not move his legs, he could not even make a sound.

Under this surging killing intent, Jiang Tong only felt that his internal organs were surging. Finally, he rolled his eyes, foaming at the mouth and fainted.

In the master bedroom, the **** of war could hold back the sudden killing intent just now.

These planes were all his before. In order to devour his soul, those main gods put their souls into these planes and devour them a little bit.

They didn't dare to really touch him, but the Dark God dared to touch Sang Jiuchi.

He exchanged himself and Sang Jiuchi, just to prevent the Dark God from attacking Sang Jiuchi.

Anyone who dares to touch him should also ask him to let him or not. During the battle of the twelve main gods, this insidious and cunning thing escaped. This time, the Dark God brought it to the door himself. He didn't mind killing a main **** in advance to add to the fun!

The God of War retracted his thoughts and put his eyes on Sang Jiuchi again.

Because of drunkenness, Sang Jiuchi's usually fair cheeks had long been occupied by pink, and the end of his beautiful peach eyes was also hung with a thick pink.

The mouth that had bitten his finger just now was slightly opened, and the soft and delicate lips were like two beautiful peach petals. Through the open gap, he could even vaguely see white teeth like a row of small shells and red tongue.

All the fighting intent of the God of War immediately dissipated and turned into a deep love.

Knowing that Sang Jiuchi is very strong, he is still the one he wants to protect in his mind. Sang Jiuchi is his only weakness and inverse scale, and the only soft existence in his heart.

I don't know when the next meeting will be. This time is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He not only wants to kill the dark **** who wants to hurt Sang Jiuchi, but also has a strange love with Sang Jiuchi.

The God of War stared at Sang Jiuchi's face for a long time, and his eyes suddenly became subtle.

It's just Sang Jiuchi's hobby, which is really... uh, amazing.

He wants to cooperate with the other party's performance well, but he is afraid that his acting skills are not enough to discourage him, what should he do?

With a light sigh, the God of War took out the metal shackles from the storage bag and gently put them on Sang Jiuchi again.

Then he took off his boots and coat and came to the bed too.

With a flick of his finger, the room was immediately dark in the next second, and only two breaths of different depths could be heard.

The author has something to say: God of War: Falling in love and fighting monsters are both correct, I finally saw my daughter-in-law, so happy.jpg.