The force on the knife came like a mountain, and the intersecting knife cut out a burst of sparks, Yan Xi tilted his head, avoiding the stars that almost splashed on his face.

Song Beiming noticed his delicate movements, and he still had the strength to chuckle during the attack, and turned around with Yan Xi in his arms, protecting Yan Xi behind him, and raised his knife to block the second heavy knife that the opponent chased after.

Through Song Beiming, Yan Xi sensed that the other party had a saber technique, and immediately guessed that the other party was Jiang Lei.

Regardless of his character, Jiang Lei was able to be the commander-in-chief of the Western Territory Army in Jiang's generation, but his skills were excellent. It was said that he was so powerful that he could break a horse's neck with a blow.

When he was castrated again, Jiang Lei recognized Song Beiming's face, and was stunned: "Song-bei-ming."

Song Beiming swung the third saber away with one hand: "You know it's me, do you still hit?"

Jiang Lei turned around, turned more and more, chased Yan Xi and made the fourth cut: "Why are you standing up?"

Song Beiming's palm swam past Yanxi's waist, hooked Yan Xi around and slammed her into his arms.

The blade turned, and he pushed aside the knife that Jiang Lei had chased after him: "Your knife is on my head, if I don't stand up again, I will let you bully me?"

Jiang Lei froze for a moment, a slender cut was made on his arm, and blood dripped out on the ground.

Enduring the pain, Jiang Lei asked, "Is the rumor true? You and this Xuan Yin!"

Song Beiming knew the opponent's sword skills very well, and the more he fought, the more he became more comfortable.

He wanted to end it sooner, so he gently pushed Yan Xi away, his blade cut across the round sun, and there was a faint sound of wind in the blade, and he pointed at Jiang Lei's vital point: "It's easy if you've heard about it, ask again,Do you still fight?"

Song Beiming's knife was too fast and too heavy, Jiang Lei couldn't dodge it, so he could only block it with the knife.

There was a crackling sound as the swords struck each other, and Jiang Lei's blade made a huge mouth.

The huge force made Jiang Lei's arms tremble, and the knife in his hand almost fell out.

Song Beiming's knife was casually borrowed by the hidden guards he met on the road.The knife wasn't heavy enough, and the iron wasn't good enough. It was cut off by his own strength, and he sighed as he looked at the half-cut blade.

Jiang Lei was forced to take a few steps back by the knife just now, turned around and saw Song Beiming broke the knife, immediately lost his timidity, raised the knife and chased after Yan Xi, shouting: "The surname Xuan has a vendetta against me.Today, either he dies or I die."

"It's a pity to hear you say that, so I have no choice but to—" Song Beiming threw away the knife, jumped up, grabbed Jiang Lei's back collar with one hand, and threw him to the ground. He stepped on Jiang LeiOn the chest, said sternly: "I will send you on your way."

Jiang Lei choked up blood from being stepped on by this foot: "You—"

Song Beiming cut off Jiang Lei's knife with a curved hand, and weighed it in his hand, as if he was taking advantage of it, his voice came out with murderous intent: "You are very annoying, before you are judged by the three courts, I will do it first."

Jiang Lei saw that his knife was already on the side of his neck.

He sensed the imminent death from the blatant force coming from the blade, and he shouted in fear: "You did it for a man!"

"He is not an ordinary man." Song Beiming snorted coldly, "He is my man!"

Jiang Lei saw that Song Beiming clearly had the intention to kill, but he didn't use the knife.

He was teased like a mouse caught by a cat, felt strongly humiliated, and yelled: "You have no shame!"

Song Beiming's murderous intent rose, and he originally wanted to say more about Jiang Lei, but the scolding look on his face and what he was doing behind the scenes really made him sick, so he plunged the blade into the sand and raised it again: "Traitor is a traitor!"Shameless, not even bones."

Jiang Lei heard the vigorous quarrel in the blade, and his pupils dilated in fright: "You—"

"According to His Majesty's order, you should be awaiting trial in Jinyiwei Imperial Prison, but instead of reporting for duty, you came here instead. It is disrespectful to resist the order. The evidence of your treason in the western region is conclusive." Song Beiming's blade was stained with blood, "Go away."

With the knife in hand, the head flew up in a parabola and landed in the weeds.

Blood poured all over the ground.

Blood was still spurting from the bowl-sized cut, Yan Xi leaned slightly to avoid the blood that almost spattered his shoes.

He was shocked when he saw Song Beiming's skill.Song Beiming's physical condition is very unique, and his sword skills are sharp and powerful. Sure enough, as Han Linmo said, Song Beiming knows the northern and southern sword skills, and he can use all the moves at his fingertips.

Yan Xi was still a little ready to move, thinking about when she would have the chance to fight Song Beiming.Seeing today that Jiang Lei, who was ranked high among the masters of Da Jing, was unable to pass ten moves under Song Beiming's hands, Yan Xi wisely decided that he should be a serious civil servant in front of Song Beiming.

His physical ability cultivated by medicine is no match for Song Beiming.

Even if he used "rong".

Song Beiming threw the knife at Jiang Lei's body.

He turned around and saw Yan Xi's disgusted expression, the murderous look on his face quietly dissipated, the corner of his mouth changed into an ordinary smile, and asked, "Going home?"

In the red-hot sunset, Yan Xi kicked the stones with the toe of her shoes.

As if he didn't see the murder scene, he kicked the stone far away like a child playing, raised his face and smiled innocently: "Go back."

Song Beiming was taken aback.

If he hadn't seen this person with his own eyes in the morning, he would have been easily deceived by the innocence in Yan Xi's eyes.

This person's skin is beautiful and fragile, as if waiting to be scratched, but inside is a brave and strong heart.

Now this person has returned to that weak and fragile state, so beautiful that it seems to fall apart at the touch of a finger.

This frail beauty is now wearing a fourth-grade crimson robe, the crimson color makes her snowy skin whiter, and the night has not yet fallen, but this person has already descended like a moon god.

Song Beiming walked over, pulled Yanxi's wrist, took two steps, met a puddle of blood on the ground, his hand slid down, landed on Yanxi's waist, and with a light circle, he hugged Yan Xi with one hand, passed by.

Yan Xi was so hugged that she could only rest her elbows on Song Beiming's chest, and said angrily, "Why are you hugging me?"

Song Beiming raised Yan Xi even higher: "Aren't you afraid that your shoes will get dirty?"

Yan Xi was squeezed into Song Beiming's chest, so he could only stretch out his hand and put it on Song Beiming's shoulder.

The smell of blood at the scene was unpleasant, Yan Xi approached Song Beiming, approached the exposed skin above the collar, and sniffed it vigorously.

Then he loosened his brows and said lazily: "Yes, the blood of traitors is too dirty, I don't like it."

Song Beiming felt Yan Xi's breath on his neck, the heat of "Rong" scalded him, and the "dried" blood on his body became hot as if awakened. He turned his head and said to Yan Xi's ear, "IDo you like your blood?"

"I like it." Yan Xi felt the other party's breath penetrate into the ear canal, he was itchy and comfortable, and his voice began to soften, "Tell me, if I bite it down and drink enough blood, will I undo 'Rong''s pain?"Poisoned?"

"Why don't you try?" Song Beiming brought the artery under Yan Xi's teeth, "Bite down on this position, and my blood will be drained quickly."

The tip of Yan Xi's nose brushed against Song Beiming's neck, he was hugged very comfortably, "Ku" was doing his best to comfort him, he gradually relaxed, lazily and regretfully said: "That's such a pity, I can only drink it once."

"Want to drink every day?" Song Beiming lifted him up and hugged him face to face, "Since you want to see me every day, why do you still avoid me?"

Yan Xi was supported on his back, like an adult hugging a child, which made him a little ashamed, but he was greedy for "ku" to comfort him, so he snuggled into Song Beiming's arms in the embraced posture, and sighed:"You are so tall."

Yan Xi has been really tired recently.

In the seven days after Wen Lan left, there were many things to do every day, and he suffered from "Rong" day and night.After the intimate interface with Song Beiming last time, the Qingxin Decoction that he usually used didn't work at all, and it was extremely difficult at night.Coupled with the fact that the hatred in his heart was burning hot, he didn't have a good night's sleep.

Yan Xi seemed to be frying on a frying pan, on the verge of going crazy all the time, his pure-hearted self had long been left behind, he wanted Song Beiming to hug him every day.

Yan Xi would even fantasize about Song Beiming coming to kiss him when his resentment was occasionally empty.

"Rong"'s "desire" is getting stronger day by day.

But Yan Xi couldn't admit defeat, he wanted to stay away from Song Beiming.

While he didn't like himself becoming so obsessed with desire, he was also instinctively afraid of Song Beiming's very bad and fierce plunder.

Song Beiming and Ren Yan Xi leaned against each other for a while, and noticed Yanxi's relaxation.

So the voice softened and said: "You are not surprised that I can stand up."

Yan Xi said: "After I knew you used 'Ku', I knew that your leg disease was not a traumatic injury. Right now 'Rong' didn't destroy my body, and 'Ku' naturally wouldn't make you really disabled. I've been waitingStand up and show me yourself, but you are so dishonest and keep lying to me."

"We are each other." In Yan Xi's eyes, Song Beiming only saw the flirtatious charm and could not see the half of the sincerity, so he gave up asking Yan Xi's identity, and said instead, "Don't divert the conversation,Say, why are you avoiding me?"

Yan Xi complained: "You wanted to eat me last time, if I don't hide, I will be eaten by you until there are no bones left."

Song Beiming chuckled: "I want to eat you today too, why don't you hide?"

Yan Xi pressed his face on Song Beiming's heart, and heard the powerful beating inside.

He pressed Song Beiming's chest on the other side with one hand, and felt the muscles stretching under his clothes. He suddenly felt a little thirsty, and he said absentmindedly, "Today is a good day."

Song Beiming's gaze shifted from the sinking sun to the rising full moon on the other side of the sky: "The fifteenth day of every month is the most uncomfortable moment for your Rong, right?"

Yan Xi nodded obediently, her forehead just hit Song Beiming's heart, making Song Beiming's chest swell up.

Yan Xi said lazily: "Today's full moon is an auspicious day, suitable for repaying your life-saving grace."

Song Beiming held Yan Xi gently with both hands and said, "Master Xuan knows how to repay his kindness. It's really touching. Have you thought about how to repay your kindness?"

Yan Xi was weighed comfortably, leaning into Song Beiming's ear, and said lightly and itchyly: "How do you want me to repay you?"

Song Beiming's blood came up immediately, and his strength suddenly increased: "Do you know that you seem to be inviting me now?"

Yan Xi felt that the palms of those hands were enveloping his buttocks forcefully, and his body also became strangely hot, so he couldn't help standing up and wanting to escape.

But he was firmly grasped by those two palms and pressed into Song Beiming's arms.

Yan Xi clicked his tongue: "My lord, you have attended Taifu Pei's class anyway, have you forgotten all about etiquette, righteousness and shame? You're going to get angry when you hug someone."

"I've been waiting for you for ten days." Song Beiming's voice became hoarse. "You told me to wait for the good news, so that I can't sleep alone every day? It's so cruel to tell me to wait day and night.Let’s set a deadline, Wei Yu.”

"The little prince also has a day of grievance." Yan Xi smiled lightly, "It's so pitiful."

Song Beiming imitated his tone and said: "Yes, there are people who are so cruel that they don't even look straight at me when they meet me every day."

Yan Xi was amused.

He raised his fingers to caress the corners of Song Beiming's eyes, and drew circles there: "Cry and show me, and I will love you."

Song Beiming said, "It's embarrassing to cry here, go home and cry."

Yan Xi said: "Whose house do you want to go back to?"

Song Beiming said: "Go back to your home, I will go home with you."

"I'm going to cry when I get home, right?" Yan Xi traced his finger along Song Beiming's nose to his lips, lingering tentatively at the corner of his lips, his voice was so soft, "Your expression is so scary now, youYou want me to cry, don't you?"

"Yeah," Song Beiming chased Yan Xi's finger with his lips, trying to smack that sly scallion, "So you know what I want to do to you, so you're hiding from me, right?"

"I don't know." Yan Xi teased him with a smirk, "They say I'm old enough to not understand what you bad men think."

Song Beiming realized that he couldn't be merciful to this tortured monster. If you take a step back, he will make every effort.

So Song Beiming decided to punish Yan Xi, and when that finger came over again, he couldn't escape it.

Yan Xi trembled, looking at Song Beiming angrily.

Song Beiming didn't leave, he stopped on the road and just looked at him.

The setting sun had already sunk halfway, and the remaining light was only enough to illuminate the upper bodies of the two people.In the deserted countryside, they stopped under a tall willow tree. In the intertwined shadows, the scarlet python robes and the fresh official robes were entangled, and the two hugged each other tightly.

Yan Xi thinks that Song Beiming's eyes are so handsome, so ruthless and bright that they can strip people naked; he also thinks that Song Beiming's face is really handsome, with sword eyebrows and a high nose, and the lower two lips are capable of biting people.

He thought, it's all because the sunset is so beautiful, it makes the little prince look so handsome.What's more, the smell of "Ku" is too comfortable, "Rong" likes the little prince very much, so he has no choice but to follow "Rong".

Yan Xi rolled her eyes, breathed lightly, and approached Song Beiming's lips.

Song Beiming hugged him and controlled him.

Song Beiming was well aware of every force that Yan Xi moved. When Yan Xi approached, Song Beiming steadied his steps, and followed Yan Xi's movements to hold him tightly.

Yan Xi felt that the force of the porpoise was getting heavier again.

"Rong" is very comfortable now.

Yan Xi paused for a smirk on Song Beiming's lips, and then licked those two lips with a breath.

Still as delicious as last time.

Then he put his lips on it.

Song Beiming strengthened his palm with one hand, holding him up high, and swiped the other hand to Yan Xi's neck, pinning him down hard and keeping his mouth shut.

Yan Xi put his hands around Song Beiming's shoulders backwards, his body became weak from the mouth, and he had to wrap his hands around people to support himself so that he could not fall down.

Song Beiming backed away with him in his arms, leaning against a weeping willow.

The willow sash shakes the sunset into a blur.

Song Beiming's mouth is not on people, and he imagines that he wants to eat Yan Xi up.

Yan Xi sighed in his heart and thought, maybe this person is really talented, he can learn everything very quickly, this is only the second time, he is so seasoned.

Merry embryo.