"I can't do this right now."
In the quiet small courtyard, there is a gentle breeze, the sun is as warm as a warm mat, green bamboos are swaying gently, birds are singing crisply, and the apricot blossoms on the slope are fragrant.
The rebuilt small courtyard is a little crude, with only a light gray stone table in the center of the courtyard and a few stone benches on both sides.
The handsome young man was sitting at one end of the stone table, his loose hair swaying gently in the wind, holding a bouquet of ice spirit flowers in his hand, two or three drops of dew were condensed on the light blue petals, reflecting the bright light in the sunlight.
That was requested by Xie Ziyou, to use the delicate flower stems to exercise Guan Heng's control over the mysterious energy. Guan Heng will be punished whenever he pinches a flower. Law, everything is available.
Of course, Xie Ziyou also said that if one day not a single petal was damaged, he would consider rewarding the boy.
Guan Heng exercised hard but happily.
On the opposite side of him, a young man with gray hair sat quietly on the stone bench, lowered his head in despair, clenched his right hand resting on the stone table, his knuckles were pale, and his complexion was pale and bloodless.
The possession of the "principal" has caused great harm to Wu Cong, and his body is now like a leaky sieve. Even though the Wu family has a great career and can use precious spiritual plants to save the life of the young man, his cultivation has dropped to the bottom Below the fourth level, and throughout his life, it will be difficult to advance an inch.
What is even more miserable is Wu Zhengying, who has been comatose in bed and has not recovered.
It wasn't just his cultivation that was sucked away by the "principal", but no one knew exactly what it was.
Regardless of life force or soul, these are far beyond the abilities of ordinary cultivators.
Wu Cong can only ask Guan Heng.
Even though he was unwilling in every possible way, the young man in front of him was the only existence in the world who had mastered the power of chaos. He wanted to fight for a chance for his clan brother, but the young man could only approach nervously, whispering softly, begging Guan Heng to take action.
To his surprise, Guan Heng's attitude was much better than expected. Hearing Wu Cong's intentions, the young man frowned, his face darkened, and immediately followed Wu Cong to check Wu Zhengying's situation carefully.
The conclusion reached is still "impossible".
Wu Cong's eyes dimmed a little.
His long gray hair was haggard like weeds, sweeping across the youth's skinny cheeks overnight, and he grinned with a self-deprecating wry smile.
He had never paid attention to this clan brother before, and felt that he was incompetent, troublesome and noisy, and it was only out of fellowship that he could not be driven away.
But a few days ago, he was occupied by his master, and curled up in the corner of his body in horror, watching "I" cheat Xie Ziyou, and let out a gray gas, causing the dense crowd in front of me to collapse like cutting rice. Zong was anxious, but he couldn't move at all.
No one can resist the powerful "self", let alone save him.
When young people are desperate and hopeless—
A clear "Brother Cong" was heard.
It was Wu Zhengying.
The boy looked at himself with light in his eyes.
He, Wu Cong, is the heir of the Wu family, a promising future leader. He has so many admiring younger brothers behind him, and he has made friends with so many talented geniuses. Supporting himself up, his teeth were bleeding, but he still struggled to climb in front of "myself" and stretched out his hand to him—
It's this clan brother who doesn't like him.
... It's ridiculous.
Wu Cong shook his head, stood up slowly, took a deep breath, and leaned over to salute Guan Heng.
"Thank you... for saving my life."
After saying that, the young man turned around sadly, his thin body swayed slightly in the wind, his wide sleeves fluttered, and he hung his head to leave.
"Wait!" Guan Heng smiled wryly, and shouted at the young man's back, "What's the rush? There's nothing we can do now, but it doesn't mean we won't ever be able to."
Wu Cong's back trembled.
The young man turned his head suddenly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Guan Heng nodded to him.
"When I reach the ninth level, I should be able to save him."
"Until then, you have to protect him."
"No problem." Wu Cong said with a rare serious expression, "I will take good care of him."
…
After solving Wu Cong's problem, Guan Heng turned and went back to the room.
As soon as the door was pushed open, Xie Ziyou, who was standing by the wall with his hands in his arms and leaning against the door, cast curious and puzzled eyes, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you talking about?"
"About Wu Zhengying." Guan Heng wrote lightly, "It's a small matter."
The young man found a vase, inserted the delicate and blooming flower branches in his hand, and gently brushed the petals as thin as a cicada's wing with his fingertips to sweep away the morning dew.
Behind him, Xie Ziyou stared at the beautiful peach blossom eyes, dissatisfied: "Human life is at stake, how can it be considered a trivial matter?"
"Take it easy."
Guan Heng turned his head and blinked slyly: "Actually, I can save him, but I just want to let him dry."
"If he takes care of Wu Zhengying with all his heart, he still has a conscience; if he fishes for three days and hangs the net for two days, it will be troublesome if he doesn't take care of him for a few days—I will definitely show Wu Zhengying that this guy is cold-hearted and cold-blooded." true face."
Xie Ziyou was silent for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.
I see.
"Guan Heng," he said softly, "You bastard... you're quite scheming."
Guan Heng's heart trembled suddenly.
His slender fingers stroking the petals trembled slightly, and the condensed profound energy accidentally let out, a petal the size of a fingernail was torn from it, and was pulled by the young man in his hand.
Guan Heng: "..."
He pinched the petals, meditated for three seconds, and quickly tore off the other half connected to the torus, crushed them into powder at his fingertips, and destroyed the corpse.
Then the young man turned around, handed the porcelain vase filled with flowers into Xie Ziyou's palm, and smiled softly.
Xie Ziyou took the porcelain vase casually, glanced at the icy-blue blooming flowers, frowned slightly, and asked, "Isn't one piece broken?"
Guan Heng nodded obediently.
Xie Ziyou looked suspiciously at the porcelain vase, brushed his thin white fingers over the light-colored petals, and asked uncertainly, "How do I remember... this flower didn't look like this at first?"
"How could it be?" Guan Heng said softly, "You You, it's because you remembered wrongly."
"… Fine."
In fact, Xie Ziyou didn't pay much attention to the slight breakage of the petals. Seeing that Guan Heng was so sure, he didn't ask any more questions. He casually put the vase on the table and pointed his finger at Guan Heng.
Guan Heng was kind and kind, took a step forward... and received a sweet and soft kiss.
That's the reward.
But the young man's mood was turbulent, and he always felt that something was not enough.
Especially after meeting Wu Cong and learning about Wu Zhengying's current situation, Guan Heng held his beloved lover in his arms, feeling greedy. Can't help but deepen the kiss.
The stimulating sensation of sparks exploded between the two of them, and the nerve endings densely covered in the lips, teeth and palate were suddenly awakened. The tingling sensation spread all the way along the base of the tongue, and a series of electric shock-like stimulations were picked up at the end of the tailbone.
The two of them were young men with full of vigor, kissing each other, and things gradually got out of control.
Guan Heng desperately suppressed his shortness of breath, and whispered beside Xie Ziyou's reddened ears, "Youyou?"
Do it
Xie Ziyou looked confused, nestled in his arms, and whispered: "... that's fine."
Now that he has decided to be with the boy in front of him, Xie Ziyou is ready for a more intimate contact, he can feel how much Guan Heng loves him, if he says "no" now, Guan Heng will definitely stop immediately.
But why bother
As far as love goes, everything will come naturally.
Having experienced the baptism of the information explosion in his previous life, Xie Ziyou has always been a little curious about this kind of thing while being ashamed. Dizzy, he clung to Guan Heng's shoulders, felt the fiery breath rushing towards him, his mind was agitated, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he subconsciously asked, "Do you know how to do it?"
Guan Heng's movements of kissing him suddenly froze.
Xie Ziyou turned his head slightly, just in time to meet the young man's excited, bewildered, joyful gaze.
… Fuck.
The head that had been shaken by □□ regained clarity in an instant, Xie Ziyou got up from the bed with a grunt, and said in disbelief: "You don't know?"
Guan Heng was short of breath.
The young man opened his mouth helplessly, and hesitated in a low voice: "...you teach me?"
Will I do it? !
Xie Ziyou really wanted to grab the bastard's skirt, pick it up and shake it, to see what was in his head.
His face was flushed, he stared at Guan Heng fiercely, and managed to squeeze out a word from his jaw.
"I do not know either!"
The overwhelming annoyance and guilt of the tsunami engulfed Guan Heng in an instant.
With his blood smoldering on his head, the young man wished he could slap his former self a few times—such an important matter. Didn't even know to know in advance and be prepared
Xie Ziyou saw Guan Heng's annoyance.
His heart softened, he grabbed the boy's broad shoulders, narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Forget it, that's it."
"How to do it, you should have guessed it, let's continue."
But Guan Heng hugged his slightly hot body, remained silent for a long time, and slowly shook his head.
He lowered his head and left a kiss on Xie Ziyou's forehead with infinite love, like a feather brushing gently.
"Another day." Guan Heng said softly.
Um
Xie Ziyou huddled in Guan Heng's arms, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Can you resist spitting out the meat when it reaches your mouth
Guan Heng's mood was very complicated.
In his eyes, whether it will happen is one thing, and whether it can be done well is another.
He didn't want to hurt Youyou because of his recklessness.
This matter... After all, he was negligent.
And in his arms, Xie Ziyou, who had the same complicated eyes, was full of thoughts. His bright and moist eyes were locked on the young man, sweeping across his body inch by inch.
Xie Ziyou blurted out: "Guan Heng, do you...have something to hide?"
Guan Heng:! ! !
Rivers backflow and mountains collapse.
The burning meteor shower with tens of thousands of degrees of high-temperature flames exploded in the boy's mind, setting off a cloud of flying sand and rocks.
…
Stimulated, Guan Heng didn't even wait until the next day. That night, he secretly climbed over the wall and left the hospital, and went straight to the city.
When the sky was slightly bright, the young man returned slowly covered in morning dew, with a few thin books carefully wrapped in his skirts—the hottest erotic pictures sold in the city, Longyang Juan.
… and with super perception, quickly read through and mastered all theoretical knowledge.
So, at nightfall the next day, when Xie Ziyou rubbed the corners of his eyes and was about to climb onto the bed—
A slender and powerful hand protruded from the side, and with a light tug, the boy was pulled into his arms.
Guan Heng's tainted voice was slightly hoarse, exuding an indescribable sensuality, and his handsome facial features became deeper and deeper under the light of the candlelight. Taking advantage of Xie Ziyou's slightly infatuated expression, he hooked his fingertips away with lightning speed. Xie Ziyou's belt.
"Youyou," the young man said softly with a tender smile, "Let's continue what happened last time."