Poor Monk

Chapter 46: Ruthless ┃ Don't commit Lao Tzu's hand, otherwise

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For the first time, Gu Zhao felt that he had encountered a sending proposition.

The fact is that he had never fucked a man before, but when faced with the question of Shen Du, he didn't want to answer at all.

Because answering means showing weakness.

After all, he had been a friend and rival who had been a coward for five or six years. Gu Zhao still knew a little about Shen Du's virtue.

Haven't eaten pork and never seen a pig run

The most taboo thing about the love between people is to put it on the table. Talking it out too clearly will lose that hazy, lingering taste, and even if you like it, you don't like it.

He didn't know whether Shen Du understood or not, but at this moment he knew clearly: why he wanted to fuck Shen Du was not important, it was true that Shen Du was not interested in him.

If you have the slightest thought, you can't ask this bastard.

It sounds like there is something, but in fact there is nothing.

The reason why Shen Du asked this was because he clearly knew that this was a pain in his foot that Gu Zhao rarely saw, and whenever he got a chance at a little or two, he would take it out and step on it to make him unhappy.

It's not rude, it's cheap.

"What about you, can't you answer?"

At this moment, Gu Zhao's unpredictable expression was probably inferring something. Shen Du was more interested, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the vague anger did not dissipate, but it was a little more gloating.

"Have you ever fucked?"

"… "

Ten thousand swear words have exploded in the back of my mind.

At this moment, Gu Zhao's immortal-like perfect face had a faint fissure of fury, and he had the urge to chop off the head of the dog in front of him with a sword: "Fuck you.

"… "

Shen Du gave him a deep look.

Gu Zhao immediately knew that he had said something wrong.

But Shen Du is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Haven't seen any messy things on the rivers and lakes? Full of nonsense, he is also handy at doing it: "We have known each other, isn't that caring about you? I thought you had fucked a man before, so I wanted to fuck me, otherwise where would you be? The feeling and urge to come? But you don't look like this. I want to ask again, what does it feel like to fuck a man, it seems that I asked the wrong person. "

Talking stupid again.

How could Gu Zhao not see that he was pressing his sore spot to death? But this animal seems to be very kind and kind, and it can be regarded as a little bit of his hypocrisy.

"I want to ask me about this kind of thing. Are you used to being fucked and can't fuck yourself?"

"You're just used to being fucked." This retort jumped to his lips almost immediately, and he was about to fight back, but at the moment when the words were about to be spoken, Shen Du swallowed them back.

His pupils narrowed, staring at Gu Zhao.

Then he even laughed: "You're right, I'm just used to being manipulated. I'm not the same person as you are, so I'm not the same as you."

Although he laughed, the smile was really shallow.

Gu Zhao was stared at by his eyes that couldn't see joy or anger, and suddenly regretted the evil words he just blurted out, but it was too late to take it back.

He calmed down and asked him, "You were born to like men?"

"No, I was born to like no one." Shen Du shook his head, took two steps to the side of the road, and looked at the clouds passing over the mountains, "but if you really want to ask now, I do like men. ."

Or to be more precise -

I like a man.

Gu Zhao flipped his palm lightly, and after the strength was withdrawn, the Toad Palace Sword was attached to his waist, and it was wrapped around like a dark silver belt, which made him feel like a lonely peak and a cold moon.

Hearing Shen Du's answer, he smiled.

"I guess it is, you never liked men from the beginning. Otherwise, after knowing each other for so many years, you are afraid that you are blind and didn't like me."

"Hahaha, Gu Zhao, Gu Zhao, do you know about your thick skin, your Pengshan teacher?" Shen Du didn't expect Gu Zhao to answer like this. After being stunned for a while, he bent down with a smile, and almost didn't burst into tears. Come, "You, hahaha, you can't even beat me..."

It's just a fact, but it's a slap in the face when someone says it.

The corners of Gu Zhao's eyes twitched slightly, staring at Shen Du, who was laughing uncontrollably. He pulled the corners of his lips, and said without a smile: "You can just laugh now. Another day, don't be in the hands of Lao Tzu, otherwise Lao Tzu It can make you unable to get out of bed for three days."

"Oh, young people are very ambitious."

Shen Du raised his eyebrows, but he didn't take Gu Zhao's cruel words to the bottom of his eyes. He relied on that he was indeed a few years older than Gu Zhao, adding fuel to the fire, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"As expected of the day, suitable for dreaming."

Gu Zhao glanced at the paw he put on his shoulder, raised his fingers and held the Toad Palace Sword at his waist, waiting to draw the sword and chop it off for him.

But Shen Dujian was too fast.

Before he could draw his sword, the claws had already been retracted, and by the way, there was a figure of him who suddenly rode away in the wind.

"The descendants of Saint Wu, the Taoist master, have already accepted it with a smile, so I would like to thank Gu Jun for my good intentions. The world will meet again at Xiefeng Villa another day, but don't miss the appointment..."

When the voice fell, the person had disappeared in front of Yongjia Pass.

Gu Zhao stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, the smile on his face gradually faded away, and a gloomy look had been cast on his eyebrows.

But he neither wanted to chase after him, nor responded to Shen Du's intentions, he just turned around and looked at the corpses on the official road.

Gu Zhao's work has always been impeccable.

He walked over, went to the corpses, checked them one by one, and after making sure that everyone was dead and left alive, he patted his chest.

A few days ago, the place where Shen Du Chuihong Sword was injured immediately gushed blood, dipping the blue shirt in front of him into a dark purple.

Against the unpredictable expression on his face, it was a strange and eerie.

In the end, he led a horse, looking pale and badly injured, and headed to Yongjia Pass in a hurry.