When Wen Renye kissed him, it was like tasting another piece of soft sweets, the tip of his tongue slowly swept into his mouth, he opened his teeth, and the breath entwined and fused together.
Jiang Zheliu's head was a little dizzy, he closed his eyes and opened them again, for some reason, even the strength to respond was very limited, and everything was very passive. But he could feel the other's hand against his body, warm and warm.
what happened…
He shouldn't be so powerless.
Jiang Zheliu explored patiently, feeling that this seemed to be a sign of a special physique being bred, which cut off 80% of his strength in front of Wen Renye, and he didn't even have the strength to turn over and sit on it.
He was kissed on the neck by the other party, licked and bitten with a circle of shallow tooth marks, and then his skin turned red, his body temperature continued to rise, and it became more and more strange to be carried, and it was a little outrageous.
Is this also a pregnancy reaction
Wen Renye also noticed the strange place. He pressed against Jiang Zheliu's cheek, took a deep breath of the other person's light, cold, and extremely serene aroma, and asked in a low voice, "Why is it so hot."
Jiang Zheliu didn't know either, he didn't know it was his own physique that made such a demon. Those seniors' manuals never recorded this phenomenon, but he estimated that there were very few ancestors with the same physique in history. would be in the same situation as him.
If you are interracial, do you actually have children? His thoughts diverged, expanding uncontrollably. Or, each race itself is actually a development direction of the human race? But it's still difficult to connect with normal people when the demon prototype grows like that...
He was a little dazed and paused for a moment before saying, "I don't know... It's so hot."
Jiang Zheliu's ears turned red, and the knuckles of his fingers slowly turned red as he curled up. He half closed his eyes and buried himself in the arms of the little devil as if dodging, his snow-colored eyelashes were moist and trembling a little.
"Uncomfortable." His voice was slightly lower, soft, "I'm not feeling well."
As soon as Xiao Liushu said such words, Wen Renye's brain, which was burning with desire, could suddenly calm down and freeze. He reached out to hold the other's face and pinched the hot earlobe.
"What's the matter, what's wrong?" He was already nervous, but his whole body was tense at this time, as if he would go out immediately to capture the Ember Year in the next moment.
Jiang Zheliu leaned in his arms, and the silk on his wrist was untied by the other person in a hurry. He raised his hand and put it around the other person's neck, pressed it on the little devil's chest, closed his eyes and said, "Don't move."
Wen Renye stared at him without moving.
He watched as he held his hand and put it on his lower abdomen.
The little guy's demonic energy vaguely penetrated, and he seemed a little worried.
Jiang Zheliu didn't know what he was talking about at this time, and he went on with his instinct. He was so tormented by the heat that he forced a little tear, soaking the corners of his eyes and eyelashes.
"You touch him." His voice was slightly hoarse, feeling that his body was like a bottomless abyss, longing for an unprecedented temperature, he coughed a few times, but not because of the old disease, but to cover up A low groan pressed to the lips.
Jiang Zheliu has always been cold and tough, as strong as the ice of a cold mountain. But in the end, he is still a real man who has been in high power for many years. Even if he is very receptive and has experienced a lot, he can calm himself down, but it is the first time he has faced this kind of feeling that he can't even feel involuntarily.
It was only at this moment that his feeling of "being committed" became more and more obvious.
Since the first intercourse, his tenacious nerves and will have been eroded by a demon so much younger than him. The wholeheartedness of the little demon king is like the most ice-melting spring water in the world. Invading him, surrounding him, and even possessing him completely.
This is not one-sided, but mutual possession. Jiang Zheliu did not feel disadvantaged.
But he felt ashamed.
So even at this moment - he was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry, but he was still buried in the other's arms, saying "you touch him". Focus on the ignorant little brat in the stomach.
In fact, what he wanted to say was, you touch me.
The celestial body has been silent for too long, and as a result, the intimate contact after pregnancy is so sudden that it makes people so speechless.
Wen Renye's palm followed the opponent's pull, covering his abdomen, and through the thin clothes, he felt that the spiritual energy lingering in his body and the devilish energy emanating from the cub kept entwining and twisting together.
Jiang Zheliu's body temperature still hasn't faded. He clutched Wen Renye's shirt on his shoulders. He couldn't say a word. He could only breathe slowly and evenly his breath. The ground trembled, but his vision was not clear.
He realizes he's been crying, but that's not what he meant.
Xiao Liushu, a self-proclaimed mature man, was a little flustered. Although he didn't realize it was his original intention, he still felt a little annoyed by it.
Until the other's fingers wiped the corners of his eyes.
The little devil was even more flustered than him. He turned his head and kissed the other party, and said nervously: "Is this okay? Why do I think you, you are hotter. Don't cry, don't cry... I can't take it anymore... me I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Anyway, it is always the eternal truth to admit your mistake first, but what is the reason for this? Wen Renye was really at a loss, even if he blamed it on a special pregnancy reaction, on this little bastard, there had to be a solution.
Jiang Zheliu gritted his teeth and passed this anger to the lover in front of him. The celestial body aura on his body seemed to have been deposited for a long time and was suppressed by the pregnancy, and then it burst out suddenly under this closeness, making his muscles and bones weak, and it was so intense that it burrowed straight into people's brains.
From outside the car curtain came the often stammering voice of inquiries.
"Little uncle? What happened? A little... a little too fragrant... "
Wen Renye couldn't be distracted, he didn't listen to these words at all, his attention was all on Xiao Liushu.
A trace of demonic energy was introduced into his palm, and he communicated emotionally with the little bastard. The cub in Jiang Ziliu's belly was constantly worried, turning around in his body.
But just touching this place was not enough to soothe his body.
Jiang Zheliu blinked again, barely able to find a clearer field of vision. His hand was empty on Wen Renye's wrist, then he held his hand and moved up inch by inch.
He didn't have much strength, but luckily the little devil was very obedient and moved with his fingers.
It slowly touched his heart.
It seems that arriving at this place is a short-term comfort.
Jiang Zheliu's breath slowly calmed down, his whole body was trapped in the other's arms, and he slipped down from his arms as if he had no strength. Plum tree branches covered with ice crystals in a snowy night.
The little devil grabbed his waist and took his love back.
Wen Renye was extremely impatient, but impatient was useless. He could only feel the heartbeat under his palm, which was much stronger and stronger than before, as if telling him that this was a healthy body.
And need him.
Being needed has greatly protected his fragile mental state. For the past 80 years, he has been trapped in the anxiety and pain of being abandoned and thrown away. The thing that gives him the most sense of security is being need.
If one day, he truly realizes that Jiang Ziliu's body has returned to its original state, I am afraid that the second emotion after the surprise is intense anxiety and self-doubt, such as today. He is very, very afraid that the other party does not need him, he is afraid that he is useless.
Wen Renye was stunned for a while, the words stuck in his throat, but he couldn't come out. He carefully touched and felt the heartbeat of the other party, and observed Zhe Liu's gradually soothing state and mood.
Jiang Ziliu felt that he needed more touches, but this matter needed to be organized and he didn't want to say it directly.
... Really become a hero father, what kind of pregnancy reaction is this to enhance feelings? Wouldn’t it be that there would be no quarrels for three years in the future, the Cold War kicked off during the day, and it would be shameless to dig into someone’s bed at night
Jiang Zheliu was lying in his arms, and when he felt that the situation had improved a little, he said helplessly: "...Is this the suffering of the world?"
Wen Renye's brain was actually still in downtime. He constantly felt his lover's vigorous heartbeat, and constantly revised his own mind's cognition. The previous shadows in Dao Xin's confusion were completely dispelled.
Since the little devil's brain wasn't working well at this time, he subconsciously stuck to him and replied, "I'm afraid there is no such suffering in this world."
Jiang Zheliu made him laugh angrily and said, "Okay, I know you're not human anymore... My waist is weak, help me."
Wen Renye supported him honestly, tentatively moved his fingertips away from his heart, just half an inch, when he was pressed on the bed by this self-proclaimed weak waist, which was intentional.
Jiang Zheliu was sitting on his waist and crotch. He really had no strength. This was the last point. He sneaked his divine soul down and submerged into Wen Renye's primordial spirit.
The two are extremely familiar, and as soon as the souls meet, they blend together in an instant.
"It seems," Jiang Zheliu said, "it's still more useful for the soul-soul interaction. ... It's much more comfortable."
"…Do you want to go deeper?"
What a beast in clothes to speak.
The corners of Jiang Zheliu's eyes were still rosy, his long snow-white hair fell down his shoulders, and the tips of his hair brushed gently over Wen Renye's cheeks.
He raised his hand and brushed his hair gently.
"It's an inch. I haven't questioned the mess you've learned."
The little devil looked at him honestly and innocently.
"It was just a special reaction of the heavenly spirit body, maybe it was a conflict with the demons," Jiang Zheliu sighed, "I don't know the specifics, maybe I have to go back and ask Ember Year. He read some small anecdotes. more."
Wen Renye's Primordial Spirit was very obedient and allowed Jiang Zheliu to fuse and manipulate, like a wild wolf quietly putting away his sharp claws, pretending to be a dog, and uncharacteristically docile.
"Then we can also try to communicate more deeply?"
Jiang Zheliu didn't know why he suddenly jumped on the bed so aggressively, looked at him for a while in doubt, then lowered his head and said, "Don't you think I'm not in good health now?... Can you... woo..."
Every time.
The initiative of the godfather changed hands in the next instant.
What's more, the little devil's heart is not dead, and the thief's guts are burning to tear off his belt, trying to have an in-depth post-pregnancy exchange with him.
… Has something changed that I don’t know about? Jiang Ziliu thought with a headache.
His body temperature slowly rose again, but this time it wasn't the kind of emotional tide that swept through quickly, it was a normal reaction, it was the heavenly spirit body slowly getting excited.
——
Chang Gan wondered if his little uncle had succeeded.
But he knew that if it went on like this, the little uncle didn't get into trouble, so he would finish the ball first.
The enchantment constantly fluctuated under the expansion of the two people's breaths. In Chang Gan's sense of smell, the seductive aura of the immortal brother became stronger and stronger. He sat on the edge of the carriage with a blank face, and looked at each other with the neighing demonic war horse, like two single dogs.
Be confident, you can get rid of it, it seems that there are two single dogs at all.
The magic horse's IQ is not enough, and it only feels anxious and uneasy. The fragrance of the celestial spirit body induces a manic depression, and its four hooves step alternately.
Chang Gan only felt that the two of them had the same illness and pity for each other, but the magic horse could walk alternately, so he couldn't do it, he could only temporarily seal his perception - the aroma of the heavenly body had nothing to do with the sense of smell, it was just a kind of smell that differed from person to person. Just perception.
The little snake has half of the blood of the demon clan, which can be inferred according to his own situation. It is estimated that if he encounters a demon clan at this time, he may rush over to his death desperately—
Just when he thought of this, the originally well-arranged barrier suddenly cracked a pattern due to time constraints.
Chang Gan froze in a daze, thinking to himself, how does the little uncle cloth enchantment calculate the time... Then he saw this indestructible enchantment fade away on his own.
Be caught off guard.
His cold hair suddenly rose, the long sword under his palm suddenly unsheathed, and the cold light flashed suddenly. At the moment when the enchantment subsided, the unsheathed sword edge slammed into the monster that rushed over. The edge contained demonic energy and was aggressive. He completely pulled back the demon shape that rushed over, and the blade drew a terrifying bloodstain.
A mad beast's eyes slammed over, it was a scarlet-eyed evil monster. At first glance, it was not the orthodox way of cultivation, but the evil way of devouring others and plundering people's lives.
Chang Gan held a sword flower with his backhand, and the snake's vertical pupils shrunk into a line, staring straight at the evil monster in front of him.
The grand and fragrant aroma spreads in all directions.
Chang Gan clenched his scabbard tightly, stared at him, and said, "You just pounce without even looking, you don't want to live anymore?"
But the evil monster in front of him seemed to be unable to communicate, as if there was something wrong with his mind. This kind of problem was not the stubbornness of his little uncle, but that he simply couldn't listen to people's words.
It seems to have gone crazy.
Chang Gan secretly sighed bad luck, spit out a thin snake letter from his lips, and the forked tongue stayed in the air for a moment, capturing the breath of many monsters.
He glanced around and saw that the carriage was parked in the middle of a mountain, just on the backlit side of the hill.
The branches and leaves are dense, and under the dim light of the shaking of the branches and leaves, the scarlet beast eyes gradually light up, densely packed and connected into one piece.
Dude, are they all crazy? Meeting here.
Chang Gan didn't intend to disturb the little uncle, and he didn't feel that the current situation could not be solved by himself.
"What kind of feng shui treasure land is this, raising a group of such things." The vertical pupil of the little snake slowly expanded, "Come on."
He jumped out of the carriage, his long sword was as sharp as snow, his brilliance faded, and his trembling trembled through the fields.
This is the former residence of Lingxiao School.
Miaoyun Mountain.