Feng Ye tore open Yan Sikong's loose underwear, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white chest. He bit the slender neck and sucked hard, while his big hands wandered on the dry and smooth skin.

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

Feng Ye raised his head, his eyes were red, he simply grabbed Yan Sikong's wrists and tied them up with his belt. Yan Sikong's fever had not subsided, and he was weak. He struggled several times but it was useless. He could only let Feng Ye tie his hands up. He was desperate and angry, shaking with anger: "Feng Ye, you idiot, you are blind, you don't even know who the person you have been with day and night is!"

"Of course I know that he is cheerful and kind, with lofty aspirations. At a young age, he has the courage to sacrifice his life for the country. He is definitely not someone like you!" Feng Ye's fingertips crossed Yan Sikong's chest, and finally pressed hard on his heart, "His heart is not as dirty as yours."

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "I can tell you all about our time together..."

"You eat and sleep with him, and we talk about everything. Do you think you can fool me again just by this?" Feng Ye said coldly, "As early as when I first met you, I felt that you were not like him. Forgetfulness is more like him back then. Moreover, I once asked you if you remembered the promise we made back then, but you forgot."

"I haven't forgotten. Now I..."

"Shut up!" Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's face and looked at him coldly, "You don't deserve to say it. That was a promise between him and me. God has eyes. Even if he has forgotten, he has come to my side and worked with me to overcome difficulties and achieve success."

Yan Sikong felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows. He had never forgotten a single word of the ambition he and Feng Ye had made at the Guangning Racecourse seventeen years ago. But now, in front of Feng Ye, he was not even worthy of mentioning it?

Feng Ye leaned down and slowly approached Yan Sikong: "Back then, I obeyed you in everything and you used me very well. Now that you are in my hands, I will definitely make the best use of you. I want you to watch me look down on the world and watch me turn the tide. I want you to use everything you have to please me."

"you……"

Feng Ye blocked his lips again, and the rough and passionate kiss silenced the sound of Yan Sikong's diarrhea. He tore off the interfering clothes and left a few bite marks on the white chest. He even reached his big hands into the underwear and played with the softness there wantonly.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong was trembling with fear at his teasing. He said harshly, "Are you a human or a beast? How can you, the prince of Jingyuan, do such a despicable thing?"

Feng Yeman chuckled nonchalantly, his eyes infected by desire were arrogant and full of savagery: "Prince Jingyuan has long died with the Feng family. Now, I am just a bandit and a rebel. I can't compare to the well-educated and well-mannered Lord Consort. But when it comes to being mean, I am not even as good as you." He pulled off his underwear, and the last barrier on Yan Sikong's body disappeared.

Yan Sikong's long dark hair was spread out, making his slender body look even whiter and more spotless. His hands were tied, his eyes were red, and he tried weakly to curl up his body. His fragile and gorgeous appearance aroused all of Feng Ye's crazy desires.

Feng Ye pushed his legs apart and looked at him trembling beneath him, feeling a twisted pleasure in his heart.

Yan Sikong choked up and said, "We know each other... at least, don't treat me like this."

Feng Ye leaned over, bit Yan Sikong's ear gently, and said the most cruel words in the most gentle tone: "I just want to treat you like this."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes, his face ashen.

He held Yan Sikong's lips, rolling and ravaging the bright red lips, kissing her until she was out of breath, then moved all the way to her chest, opened his mouth and held the pale pink nipple, licking it maliciously. One hand kept moving down, feeling the warmth and smoothness of the skin in his palm, even the constant trembling made his blood rush.

For the past three years, there has not been a single day that he has not thought about this person. Whether he loves her or hates her, Yan Sikong belongs to him. He must let Yan Sikong experience the despair of falling from a mountain to the abyss, the pain of losing everything and suffering day and night!

He spread Yan Sikong's long legs and forced his ointment-covered hand between her soft buttocks.

Yan Sikong twisted his body uncomfortably and put his bound hands to cover his face. He would rather not wake up than suffer all this while awake.

Feng Ye pushed his fingers into the tight passage, and at the same time leaned over to lick and kiss Yan Sikong's neck, saying as much as he could, "It's so tight and hot... You clung to my waist and begged me to go deeper, do you remember? In fact, you were born to be fucked by a man. If I'm not here, who can satisfy you?"

Yan Sikong bit his lower lip and closed his eyes tightly, pretending that he could not hear or see anything. But how could he escape from the strange and uncomfortable feeling of the fingers stirring wildly inside his flesh?

Feng Ye thrust his fingers in one by one, moving them in and out of the flesh hole at will. Seeing Yan Sikong's cheeks flushed with shame, he felt extremely pleased. He taunted, "You can climb into my bed for revenge. If it were someone else, you would probably be willing to do the same."

Yan Sikong tensed his body, wishing he could seal his ears.

Feng Ye pulled out his fingers and spread Yan Sikong's legs wide apart. In contrast to Yan Sikong who was stripped naked, he was completely clothed. He only took out his erect penis and pressed it against the slightly opened little mouth. "Since you are shameless and willing to give up anything, I will make sure that from now on, you can only enjoy yourself under my crotch!" Before he finished speaking, he straightened his powerful waist, and the thick, long and beastly penis mercilessly penetrated into the tender little hole.

Yan Sikong felt a sharp pain in his lower body, and the scream of pain that came out of his mouth was immediately covered by his hands. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and his body was shaking violently.

The moment Feng Ye pushed into the flesh wall, he felt that the beast in his body was completely released. Moreover, it was a beast that had been hungry for too long. This was the body he had been thinking about day and night, this was the person he was determined to get, he could do anything to this person, he wanted to do everything he wanted to this person!

He pulled out his penis a little and pushed it in again. Yan Sikong, who was having a fever, had a body temperature higher than usual. The pleasure of being tightly squeezed by the hot intestinal wall made him roar in pleasure. He ignored the trembling of the person under him and started to thrust hard.

Yan Sikong bit his lips until they bled, and refused to make any sound. He subconsciously tried to curl up his body, but Feng Ye lifted his legs onto his shoulders, exposing his lower body to the vicious blade without reservation, and he was violently fucked over and over again.

Feng Ye used his fingers to pry open Yan Sikong's teeth, and while pumping vigorously, he said cruelly: "Scream out, it's best if the whole camp can hear it, I want everyone in the world to know that the current emperor's consort Yan Sikong is nothing more than my, Feng Ye's, male pet."

Yan Sikong bit Feng Ye's finger. He stared at Feng Ye, his red eyes revealing deep resentment.

That look made Feng Ye's heart ache, but it aroused his desire to conquer. He did not pull back his fingers, and let Yan Sikong bite them. Only this kind of pain could make him extra ruthless. The harder Yan Sikong bit, the more force he inserted into Yan Sikong's body. Yan Sikong's body was pushed forward and shook like a leaf in the wind.

Feng Ye was like a tireless beast, pouring his desire into his prey. Yan Sikong gradually lost his strength as he was manipulated by him, and the pain became numb. The strange pleasure that he had not experienced for a long time was gradually awakened from the depths of his consciousness. He had not had sex for more than three years, and he almost forgot how crazy Feng Ye had made him in bed. Now, it rushed over like a wave, invading his limbs and bones. He was paralyzed, and covered his mouth with his remaining consciousness, still unwilling to make any shameful sound.

Sweat and tears were intertwined on Yan Sikong's face, his messy black hair was like angry and blooming poppies, and his pure white and pink skin was covered with blue and red marks like flags showing his affiliation, allowing Feng Ye to conquer his territory recklessly.

Feng Ye turned Yan Sikong's body over, making him stick his butt up high like a dog, and fiercely inserted his thick and long penis covered with blue veins into the wet and charming red flesh hole, and commanded from above, "Scream out, scream out."

Yan Sikong buried his face in the quilt. His consciousness was already confused and he could only sob softly and helplessly. Moans of pain escaped from him from time to time, but it was not enough to satisfy Feng Ye.

"Scream out." Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's penis, stroking it quickly, and thrusting the blade of flesh into the honey hole that drove him crazy more and more fiercely. He forced Yan Sikong to sink into oblivion with him, "Scream out, let me hear your screams, let the whole world hear them, scream out!"

Feng Ye's powerful hips quickly hit Yan Sikong's soft buttocks, making a slapping sound. The movement alone was obscene enough. Yan Sikong was sandwiched from front and back, his body trembling. The moans that were deliberately suppressed were like aphrodisiacs that kept drilling into Feng Ye's ears, but he wanted more.

He pulled out his penis, picked up Yan Sikong, who had turned into a puddle of mud, from the ground, and stood up. Yan Sikong woke up as if from a dream, and the fear of falling made him subconsciously hug Feng Ye's neck tightly. Feng Ye hung his legs with his strong arms, held his buttocks with his hands, and before he could react, he penetrated him while standing!

"Ah——" Yan Sikong's body sank, and he felt a terrible situation at an unprecedented depth. An extreme pleasure surged over him, and he couldn't help shouting out.

Feng Ye bit Yan Sikong's earlobe: "Scream, scream! Call my name!" His strong arms held Yan Sikong's body firmly, and his hard cock kept thrusting.

"Feng... Ye..." Yan Sikong said hoarsely, "Don't..."

"You can't refuse it." Feng Ye's bestial eyes were filled with infinite desire, "You have to take everything I give you."

Yan Sikong's mind was on the verge of collapse. He could no longer suppress the moans from his mouth. As Feng Ye fucked him more and more frantically, the pain and pleasure in his lower body went hand in hand, as if he was alternating between the clouds and the abyss. He seemed to have lost all his human senses and could only moan continuously as Feng Ye fucked him more and more frantically.

That night, Yan Sikong couldn't count how many times Feng Ye ejaculated inside him, nor did he know when he was awake and when he was unconscious. He cried and begged for mercy, but in the end he could only follow Feng Ye in the sea of ​​desire. Feng Ye's face, which was corroded by hatred and desire, flickered in front of his eyes, and eventually became an indelible memory in his life...

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After that night, Yan Sikong had a fever for several days and even started talking nonsense.

Fortunately, Yuan Nanyu, a half-miracle doctor, was in the military camp. He forced Yan Sikong to drink the best medicine for several days and kept rubbing his body to reduce his fever. Finally, Yan Sikong recovered.

After he woke up, he was not in a clear mind and had to rest for several days before he had the strength to get out of bed.

The madness of that night still made him feel frightened when he recalled it. The humiliation and deliberate revenge that Feng Ye inflicted on him aroused his resentment and made him heartbroken.

At this point, he no longer had the thought of trying to make sense of himself. He finally understood that since the moment they separated three years ago, they had really severed all ties. The Feng Ye that appeared before him now was not the person who had been so kind to him, who made him attached to him, who made him miss him deeply, and who made him think about him day and night. He was just the Wolf King, just the Wolf King. So, whether he was really Yan Sikong or not, what did it matter?

And he could finally let Feng Ye go. He had deceived and used Feng Ye, and Feng Ye had been merciless to him. In his heart, the two of them were completely even, and from now on he would be guiltless and ruthless to Feng Ye. Just as Feng Ye said, the prince of Jingyuan had died long ago, and his heart had died with him. Why bother himself now? Why be heartbroken?

He had known for a long time that he should never fall in love with anyone in his life. They were just a burden, and this was the best. He no longer had to bear this burden. Without Feng Ye, his heart would be truly as solid as a rock.

He still has Yu'er, he still has unfulfilled ambitions, his life is worthless, but as long as he has breath left, he should not stop, otherwise, why should he live?

When Yuan Nanyu came to see him, the look in his eyes was one that was hard to conceal.

Yan Sikong had already fallen silent, awakening from the excruciating pain. He said calmly, "You don't have to be evasive. Just ask whatever you want to ask."

Yuan Nanyu took his pulse and shook his head: "I don't want to interfere in your affairs, but he is too reckless, you..." He stuttered for a long time and didn't know what to ask.

"No need to check." Yan Sikong pulled his hand back, "I checked myself, it's nothing serious."

"You also know medicine?"

"That's all." Yan Sikong laughed mockingly, "You've heard so many rumors about me in the capital, but haven't you heard about the rumor about my love affair with the Wolf King?"

Yuan Nanyu was silent for a moment: "I didn't take it seriously at first, but after following the Wolf King for so many years, I already guessed that whenever he mentioned you, he would always..."

Yan Sikong didn't care what came after the word "always". It had nothing to do with him. "I am indeed a person who will do anything to achieve my goal. What does this matter?"

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

"It was this skin that made Prince Jingyuan obsessed with me back then, and it was also this skin that made His Majesty willing to marry his beloved daughter to me." Yan Sikong laughed softly, "There are bones three inches below the skin, but people can only see the surface. I will do anything to achieve my goal, but it's just a skin, it's a waste if I don't use it."

Yuan Nanyu's chest rose and fell vigorously, and he said bluntly: "You claim to be smart, but you do things improperly. Sooner or later, you will suffer the consequences. Don't you understand that those who do evil will eventually die?"

"Hahaha." Yan Sikong laughed three times to hide the bitterness in his heart, "Why bother about 'sooner or later'? I don't know how many retributions I have suffered, but God still lets me live. There must be something unfinished waiting for me."

Yuan Nanyu shook his head in disappointment.

The curtain of the tent was roughly opened, and Feng Ye strode in, his face cold as ice, staring straight at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong also looked back at him with cold eyes.

Feng Ye said: "Quewang, you leave first."

Yuan Nanyu said: "Wolf King, don't embarrass him anymore, he has just recovered from his illness."

"I know, you back off."

Yuan Nanyu hesitated for a moment, then stood up and left.

Feng Ye sat down in front of Yan Sikong's bed, looking carefully at the redness on his face, which looked much better than the paleness a few days ago. He mocked, "You really should make good use of this skin, so that you can feel better when you are around."

"How can I feel good when I'm by your side?" Yan Sikong said expressionlessly.

"If you feel bad, it's your own fault." Feng Ye sneered, "When I was nice to you, you used me as a stepping stone."

"So what?" Yan Sikong smiled and said, "You did it voluntarily."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes dangerously, and laughed instead of getting angry: "Yes, I did it voluntarily. Blame it on my youth, ignorance, naivety and stupidity. It's a pity that you can't fool me anymore, and now you're in my hands."

"Oh, really?" Yan Sikong said slowly, "Without me, how many soldiers do you think you would have to lose to take over Hetao?"

"With or without you, I will take Hetao no matter how many soldiers I lose." Feng Ye pinched Yan Sikong's chin, "With you, it will be much easier."

"At this point, do you think I still want to help you?"

"Help me?" Feng Ye laughed loudly. "Help me? That's ridiculous. Everything you did was just for yourself. You wanted to use me to steal power, to use me to help Chen Yi ascend the throne, and then rule the world. I'm just a chess piece of yours, and Chen Yi is just a chess piece of yours."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's mocking face, and his heart still couldn't help but feel a dense pain, but his face remained calm. He said: "Yes, this is exactly what I want and what you want."

"It's none of your business to tell me what I want." Feng Ye said arrogantly, "I just want you to be obedient, and then I'll give you a share. But if you try to scheme against me again..." His expression changed, and he said gloomily, "I'll make you live a life worse than death."

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye steadily. That majestic, fierce and cold expression was originally used to deal with enemies, but now it was used against himself... He told himself again and again that he didn't need to care, but he couldn't stop the sadness that surged.

Since when did he become so weak?

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's gradually pale face and his heart tightened. He pursed his lips, suddenly took off his light armor, and began to take off his clothes.

Yan Sikong leaned back and trembled, "You..."

Feng Ye glanced at him: "Don't worry, I won't touch you."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Go to sleep." Feng Ye took off his coat, climbed onto the couch, and regardless of Yan Sikong's resistance, he pulled him into his arms.

Yan Sikong was trapped in Feng Ye's arms, stiff and not daring to move. He still couldn't forget Feng Ye's burst of beastly nature, and he was really scared.

Feng Ye gently touched the dark hair with the tip of his nose, wanting to say something, but no words came out. He just held her like that, as if he would not let go even if the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.

Yan Sikong's back was against Feng Ye's broad and warm chest, with mixed feelings in his heart. He had been embraced in this embrace countless times before, and he once thought that this was the most reassuring place in the world. He had prayed for time to stop just to find a moment of peace in this embrace, but now, there was only cold wind and rain here.

There will no longer be the peace and security that Yan Sikong has in this world.