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But Wen Renye did practice the technique for a long time. He practiced it several times according to the contents of the double-cultivation classics. Although he was full of enthusiasm and energy, Jiang Zheliu still couldn't persist for long.
His body was not very good at this time, and naturally he couldn't stand the tossing of the little devil. It's just that some of the content in the double-cultivation classics is really useful. It can not only appease the spirits of both parties, but also restore Jiang Ziliu's vitality slowly.
When he was running the classics, he felt that his body had absorbed all of the little devil's... , but then it was not filled up, but became softer and softer, and it was easy to touch everywhere.
If it hadn't been clearly recorded in the book, he would have almost suspected it was some kind of Hehuan Sect's practice. His fingers were scratched with sharp teeth, and the joints of the phalanges were bitten red, and the hickey was mottled and indescribable.
Not only that, the exploration of that level yesterday also made the celestial spirit body in the gestation period more alive, and seemed to like the arrival of the other party.
No matter how the brat protested, he still watched helplessly as the shameless father took possession of his sweet and soft father, and was anxiously jumping around in circles, but he had no choice but to squat in the corner while getting angry. , very depressed.
The cub wanted to get Jiang Zheliu's attention, but Wen Renye was extremely disgusted with the attention of others who split the aisle.
He felt that every look, every inch of the other's body, and every affectionate kiss should belong to him alone. Once he thought that he would show tenderness to other people's lives, he couldn't help but feel sour and jealous, full of irritability and aggression. sex.
The night dissipated, and the dawn came.
The cold light slowly leaked into the window lattice, and penetrated through the side window of Jingshan Temple. The candlelight on the side was still burning, and the light fluttered slightly.
When Jiang Zheliu opened his eyes, he saw a pair of double horns lying on top of his head, and the dark purple background was covered with blood-red patterns.
He didn't know why Wen Renye liked to hold him like this. It seemed that this way of holding him into his arms could allow his breath to spread infinitely, surround the other party, and bring an unparalleled sense of security.
Lord Mozun's sense of security has always been a problem, and it cannot be changed overnight.
Jiang Zheliu raised his hand, feeling that his wrists were numb and a little soft. A few pictures that could not be described in detail flashed in his mind, and he glanced at the circle of teeth marks on the back of his hand.
The little devil's teeth were always unbearable and seemed to be itchy, and he would often bite him.
As a mature man, Jiang Zheliu couldn't care about such trivial matters with so many young lovers, so he never said it, but it has become more serious recently. He doesn't remember where this person bit him last night. He stamped and stamped, it was either red, swollen, or broken, or the teeth marks had not disappeared.
He touched the magic horn in front of him.
The blood pattern on the magic horn lit up, Jiang Zheliu stroked it in the direction of the blood pattern, his palm slipped along the pattern, wrapped around the middle, and whispered, "The tail is pressing on me."
When the voice came out, he realized that his words were so hoarse and low.
The original Qingyue's voice was temporarily damaged, no matter how clear and solemn the words were, it would be lingered by this frosted, soft voice.
Especially the soft ending sound, there is a bit of a hint that he himself felt that something was not quite right.
When Wen Renye heard this sentence, the tip of his ear trembled slightly, and then he immediately cast his eyes and stared at him, like a wolf who had just woken up looking at a moving, fragrant piece of food, and there was a kind of taste in his eyes. Half of it, I still want to eat.
Jiang Zheliu really couldn't indulge him anymore, pretending he didn't see it, he touched the magic horn in his palm and reiterated: "Tail, take it away."
The other party's bone tail is long and hard, and it's fine when it's not released normally, but recently Wen Renye can't help but flick his tail out, hooking his waist and rolling it up and not loosening it, pressing down on his waist. broken.
A little bit too much is to pull his legs, the physical fitness of the demons is too good, and the tail is also the same, completely unable to break free.
At this moment, this long bone tail is pressing against his waist, which is quite heavy.
Wen Renye let go of the bone tail reluctantly, and threw the long tail off. He leaned over to the other side, lowered his head and licked his throat, the tip of his tongue touched the fragile throat bone, and said, "I'm a little hungry."
How could Banbu Jinxian experience hunger? What he said was not serious at all.
Jiang Zheliu glanced at the other person calmly and said, "I'm hungry."
"...Oh." The little devil felt aggrieved, and licked and rubbed against him, like a big plush dog, but the big dog was soft and easy to touch, but his whole body was hard, his body temperature was high, and his abdominal muscles were hard. Do not poke.
When Jiang Zheliu doubted his life the most, he always wondered if his ability to accept is too strong.
He touched the opponent's horn, and liked the hard and uneven hand feeling very much.
"Then you can only be hungry." He was a little reluctant, but when he was relatively clear-headed, he was an impeccable and high-quality partner who stopped when he said to him, "Let me clean up for you?"
Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment. He didn't know how to tell the other party that he might not need to clean up. Before he could organize his words, he was hugged by the little devil around his waist, and the whole person was pulled into his arms.
Wen Renye sat up, put his palms against the opponent's back, and hugged the opponent's slender body into his arms, and then flipped the hem of the snow-white thin clothes with ease, but couldn't get in.
Jiang Zheliu held his hand down.
Lord Xianzun hesitated, looked at him for a long time, and said, "No need."
Wen Renye was stunned for a moment, then slowly frowned: "Why?"
He went to the bottom of it, and felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, full of unhappiness. He always had a feeling that the other party disliked him, and he was not allowed to do it even after cleaning up, and he was hit all of a sudden.
This blow almost extends to his technique.
"Do you not like me anymore?" Wen Renye has always had a first love for him, and even this question was full of childishness, "You don't want me to touch you anymore?"
Jiang Zheliu sighed and explained, "I mean, I can…"
"You asked me to help you before." Wen Renye leaned against his ear in despair, his breath warmly dissipated, and there was a little doubt in his purple eyes, "You are obviously very tired, and you have to reject me."
"… "
Why is this guy able to talk about this kind of thing that makes him feel so guilty.
Jiang Zheliu came back to his senses, thought for a second, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why didn't you know that I was tired when you rubbed against me, let go, my waist... hiss."
He was first pressed down heavily by the other party, hugged him back into his arms, and then let his generous palms fit together, massaged and pressed to relieve the soreness.
For the sake of the massage, Jiang Zheliu didn't struggle, he followed the other side to his arms, and clarified softly, "I'm not rejecting you, it's in the practical sense, I don't need it."
Wen Renye's hand paused for a moment, his expression froze for a moment, and he was slightly injured in surprise: "You don't need it? Do you want to hold it? If you carry a cub, you won't have another one, no, you must have some contraceptive measures in the future..."
Listen, is this human
"I mean, when the double-cultivation mind method is running, it is absorbed." Jiang Zheliu didn't want him to think about it, he could only overcome the difficulty of speaking, and said it directly to him with a blank face, he stared at the face of the little devil , with a slight pause, and continued, "So you don't need it anymore, take it with your hand."
Wen Renye stayed for a while, not knowing whether this was good news or bad news, but thinking about it this way, it was a natural contraceptive measure, so that he didn't have to worry about whether eighteen cubs would come out to compete with him in the future.
When they were not together, he thought that seventeen or eighteen were not too many when they met, but in this situation, he felt that one was too much, and he couldn't accept that there were so many cubs around Dao Companion, preventing him from sticking.
But if you don't need it, you will lose another great benefit.
The little devil responded, moved his hand between the other's waist, slowly rubbed his waist, softened the sore muscles, couldn't help but leaned over to kiss him, and said, "...have I made any progress?"
More than that, there is simply too much. At the beginning, I could still feel that kind of rampage in nature, but later I started to be a demon, playing more than the book, but tossing his old waist, he didn't care about the age difference between the two.
Young man. Jiang Zheliu sighed in his heart, but he couldn't beat the confidence of the other party, so he could only say: "Yes, it's much better."
Wen Renye's mood slowly improved.
"When your body is almost healed, let's go back to Zhongnan Mountain." The little devil stared at him, "You always wanted to plant flowers, but your physical condition didn't allow it in the past, but now you can recover smoothly and naturally, I won't stop you. you."
"... You have arranged the rest of my life, and you still mention this?"
Wen Renye thought about it like this. The rest of his life was encircled by this person. It was easy to discuss these little things, and his mood suddenly improved a lot until he heard Jiang Ziliu say it.
"Do you still have the wine you used to watch Meteor?" Jiang Zheliu's tone was calm and his attitude was right, and he didn't feel that something was wrong with him. "I think it's pretty sweet. I wanted to tell you before, but I never had a chance."
"..." Wen Renye was silent for a while, and said in a solemn tone, "In a few days, you haven't fully recovered yet, and there is still a little bastard in your stomach. Drinking that kind of thing still hurts your body a bit."
The two chatted here and realized that there was some misunderstanding between them.
Sometimes, Wen Renye would never agree to things that Jiang Zheliu thought was no problem. For Xiao Liushu's affairs, he often overcorrected and worried to the death.
Jiang Ziliu felt that he was fine. He had tried that kind of wine before, and tried to retort: "But I want to drink it."
When the reaction occurs during pregnancy, you can't control what you want to drink. Even if he is a mature man with stable mind and open-mindedness, he is not immune to the influence of pregnancy reaction.
It's just that mothers can generally feel that this is their own pregnancy reaction at work. He has no experience and no natural maternity brilliance. The male mother is very incompetent, so they don't realize that this is not his usual reaction.
Wen Renye was stabbed to the top of his heart by this sentence, and his heartbeat echoed in his mind.
... How can he be so cute, he seems to be acting like a spoiled child, will he still act like a spoiled child to me
Just when he was fascinated and wanted to open his mouth to agree, his brain, which had always been obedient, suddenly woke up, maintained his own concept, bitten very hard on this kind of thing, resolutely refused to let go, and rejected him duplicitously.
"The wine is too strong." He coaxed in a low voice, "Will it be good in two days?"