Speaking of which, the town was famous for Xu Yingfeng back then, but then the fake Gouchen incident happened, and Jin Chengchi's weapons were all destroyed. In the blink of an eye, the town gradually became lonely, and many swordsmen were in demand. The inns where I stayed were closed down because of the sluggish business, and they switched to other businesses.
However, the inn with the hot spring pool where the master and the apprentice stayed together was still stubbornly surviving, and because of Nangong Gongzi's wedding, the guests who came to Hexi's Confucianism Gate would settle in Daicheng first. regained its former vigor.
Xue Zhengyi opened the bamboo curtain and stepped into the lobby: "Boss, stay in the hotel!"
"four people?"
Before Xue Zhengyi answered, he heard a low voice behind him: "No, five."
It turned out that the ink burned in a hurry, and it happened to follow at this time.
Xue Meng saw him and was a little surprised: "So fast?"
The ink burned for a while, and then his face turned black, secretly angrily said, are you slow to disappear? Sitting in front of the tea stall and reciting a few heart-clearing mantras.
But he also knew that what Xue Meng said was not the same thing as what he thought, and it was not easy to attack, so he had to nodded somewhat implicitly.
"You swallowed all the melon seeds, and the shells didn't spit."
Ink burning: "..."
"Five guest officers, how many rooms do you want?"
Xue Zhengyi said: "I have one room with my wife, and there are three more good wing rooms, a total of four rooms."
Mo Ran listened to his uncle's arrangement, his face was silent, but his heart was vaguely restless. He actually secretly hoped that the dialogue with the year could be repeated again. The boss told them that they were full and had to squeeze, so he...
Well, in fact, he still can't do anything, but if he can stay in a room alone with Chu nightning, he feels very hot, a little uneasy, and a little excited, and the blood in his veins is still a wolf and a leopard after all. blood.
However, coincidences often don’t happen so many times. This time, the shopkeeper said happily, “Hao Le, the four rooms go to the room!” Lou, please-"
Mo Ran glanced at him silently, and his eyes were a little gloomy.
He thought, stupid, so happy to have four rooms? What a joy! What a joy! What a joy to make more money!
"Ran'er, what are you doing by pinching the table board of the counter?"
"..." Mo Ran calmly retracted his hand and smiled faintly. The place where the board is facing down has been cracked a few marks by him, and he is afraid that it will shatter if he uses more force. "It's nothing."
When he took the key from Xue Zhengyi's hand and went upstairs, the ink burned to the room that belonged to him, and suddenly stunned.
Turning his head, he saw that Chu nightning was also looking at him.
"You live in this room?"
"Well... Yes." Mo Ran hesitated for a while, first drooping his eyelashes, and then he couldn't help but raise his eyes, and the black eyes looked at the face of Chu nightning, "Master remember?"
"… remember what?"
Mo Ran pointed to the door of his own room and said: "When we came to ask for the sword, the master lived in this room."
"… "
Mo Ran looked at him carefully, his voice was very forbearing, but he couldn't hide the faint expectation: "Master, do you remember?"
Chu nightning thought to himself, how could he not remember.
Walking up this floor, the past came up the stairs, creaking together with the old stairs in disrepair, with the smell of decaying wood after being soaked by the years, slowly appearing.
He could almost see the young man burning open the door, with a cynical look on his face, grinning at himself, the pear vortex is very shallow, and the years are deep.
Seeing him silent for a long time, the ink burned seems to be a little disappointed, lowered his eyes, and said: "It may be that I remembered it wrongly and confused..."
"That's right."
Mo Ran suddenly raised his head.
Chu nightning looked at him and seemed to smile lightly: "You remember correctly, it's this one."
This sentence is like a spark, igniting the darkness of the ink-burning eyes, and the corners of the ink-burning mouth gradually opened a sweet smile, as if eating a delicious candy, and pointing to the current state of Chu nightning. room, and said, "Also, Master is staying in the room I used to live in today."
He was very happy and said frankly.
Chu nightning was a little embarrassed to hear it, and stopped laughing, and said angrily: "I can't remember this."
Saying that, he pushed the door into the house and shut the ink off.
"… "
Uh... What did I do wrong to make him unhappy
It was night, and Mo Ran didn't dare to go to the bathhouse to soak in the hot springs. Some things were not afraid of ten thousand. He felt that he was now approaching the critical point of desire. Can you hold back being a gentleman and not pick this high mountain flower
He was lying on the bed with his head resting on his arm, and he was really bored, so he began to think about how he got along with Chu Wanning.
He is not very smart. He feels that Chu nightning is like a big white cat. He wants to be good to Chu nightning and wants to take care of this snow-white cat, but he always brushes his hair twice, so he gets a white cat. One of his paws, as if he felt uncomfortable and unsatisfactory.
He felt very guilty, but he really didn't know where to touch the cat and where not to touch it. He was like a person who had just raised a cat, and he didn't know much about everything. He only licked the whole white cat under his palm.
Then there was a roar, and another slap.
The ink burned and turned over, blinking, very depressed.
Suddenly I remembered that the layout of this inn, the bed in the next room and my own room, should only be next to a wooden wall.
As soon as this idea came up, the ink burned even more and couldn't sleep, and he felt a little dry.
Did Chu nightning take a bath? Still getting ready to go
But I didn't hear much about the movement in his house... If Chu nightning doesn't plan to take a bath, then at this time, is it already lying down? Then they are actually very close now. If there is no thin wooden partition in the middle to separate them into two rooms, they are actually lying together...
lie together. This thought made the young man's blood hot, flowing dangerously like a shallow volcano, but it didn't spew thinly.
He couldn't help but sleep deeper, clinging to the wall board. After all, the wall made of wood and mud was different. The board was so thin that it was only three fingers wide at most.
Mo Ran thought, Chu nightning was lying three feet away from him, taking off his clothes, or wearing only a thin robe... He closed his eyes and swallowed his throat, he felt that his heart was burning, burning all over His whole body burned to the corners of his eyes, and he didn't open his eyes, but if he did open them, there would definitely be bloodshot inside and a flush.
Ah, then he suddenly remembered another thing - this thing was so exciting, his whole body was tensed, and blood was flowing down his lower body.
He used to blaspheme himself on the bed where Chu Wanning slept.
The long memory is so wet, sinful and sweet, the ink burns recalling this, and the scalp is numb. He remembered that he was in the hot spring that year, and accidentally fell into the arms of Chu nightning. The hot feeling could not be eliminated. He could only rub himself against himself, his forehead against the wall, just like that. Want to vent...
The ink burned slightly and opened half of his eyes, his eyes were dark, the dark place was like a rock, but there was a red lava surging under the stone. He pressed his forehead against the wall again.
My heart seems to be bursting, how could I be so stupid back then, with such bright desire and love, how can I not find it...
He put one hand on the wall and pressed it, but he couldn't hold it back.
When I thought that I didn't love, I could think about Chu Wanning to vent unscrupulously, but when I fell in love, he was destined to be in love with the person who was separated by a wall in his life. Ning's blasphemy.
To endure desire, this is too torturous for a young body with strong blood. His nose is against the wall, his hot body is sticking to the thin wall as much as possible, his thoughts are confused, His eyes were blurred, and he even faintly had an illusion in the more and more prosperous love tide.
It seems that the breath of Chu nightning, the scent of begonia on Chu nightning's body, has penetrated through the gaps in the wood grain, seeped into his bed, and wrapped him tightly.
The taste of Chu nightning is seducing him and pity him.
Seduce his animal desires and pity his humanity.
Seduce him with lust, and pity him for not getting what he wants.
In this kind of seduction and pity, the ink burned and frowned painfully, his hands supported the wall, the joints were distinct, and the blue veins burst out one by one.
Contrary to his violent look, it was his almost whimpering plea, and he whispered softly: "Chu late night... late night..."
He didn't know that on the other side of the wall, Chu nightning didn't dare to bathe in the hot spring pool. He really lay down like the ink burned, and he was thinking about him at this time, longing for him. Chu nightning's slender fingers also rubbed the cold wooden board, and his forehead was against this ruthless wall.
The two of them had such deep misunderstandings in their previous lives that they were separated by a huge abyss. So in this life, they watered with blood, filled the abyss into a sea of blood, and swam towards each other, but because of a barrier, they couldn't see the turbulent emotional tide of each other, and could only flood with their own love.
But they are obviously already posted so close.
Near the ink burning, it seems to hear the heartbeat of Chu nightning, and Chu nightning seems to hear the breathing of the ink burning.
"Dong dong dong!"
The ink burned, and there was nothing angry: "Who is it?"
When he shouted, Chu nightning next door was also surprised, and then realized that the ink burned really slept on the wall, so close to himself that this low and hoarse voice seemed to be shouting beside his pillow of.
"..." Chu nightning couldn't help pinching his fingers and opened a pair of phoenix eyes in the darkness.
"I, Xue Meng." The man outside said, "My mother said she put me and your luggage together, you open the door, really, wait for me to take a bath."
Of course, eavesdropping is not a good thing, but Chu nightning thought that he didn't eavesdrop, because the board was too thin, the sound insulation of the room was too poor, and Xue Meng was too loud.
Anyway, he didn't listen.
Chu nightning thought like this, wrapped in a quilt, and leaned closer to the wall.
There was a creaking sound from the bed next door, and after a while the door opened, Xue Meng's voice sounded again: "Hey, why are you already sleeping? So early?"
"I'm sleepy." The ink burned a little, "Hurry up, I was woken up by you half asleep, take your clothes and walk around."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xue Meng paused, with a hint of suspicion in his voice, "I dropped the door bolt so early, I couldn't get out of it when I was stuck in it, and I was in a hurry to get angry after a few words with you, shouldn't you? will be in…”
what are you doing
Chu night Ning suddenly opened his eyes, and unconsciously thought of the lotus pond and the burning limbs. The young man was too hot and high-spirited.
A young man in his early twenties, who does not practice asceticism like him, how much boiling lava will be hidden in his body? How often is it normal to vent? These Chu nightnings don't know all of them. He has been innocent for a long time, and he doesn't understand.
Now, he wants to know a little bit, but because of his face, he can't let go of his arrogance.
He is such a proud person, who can he ask this kind of question? You can't just pick up a disciple and say, "I'm sorry, but I want to ask an ordinary man in his prime. How many days should I be relieved?"
… Thinking about it makes me feel so perverted that it’s hard to describe.
Of course, there are such books related to double cultivation and love at the top of life and death, but each book needs to be registered and made into a book. Chu nightning can't imagine the following words appearing on the loan book:
"The Legend of Heroes on the Couch", "The Floating and Sinking Story of the Sea of Desire"
The borrower, Yuheng Elder Chu Wanning.
... just kill him.
The author has something to say:
Small Theater "You know, the feedback from the sex-turning gentlemen to the blind date man Xue Mengmeng"
Miss Mo Weiyu: Shari, I think the matchmaker's brain is broken. Before the blind date, I don't inquire about the relationship between people. I was sitting in the cafe drinking coffee, and I saw that the person who came in was my cousin, Nima. Is it the rich and handsome in the mouth of the matchmaker? Hahahaha, sorry, I sprayed him with coffee.
Miss Shi Mingjing: ... I gave him WeChat out of courtesy, but I don't think I would take the initiative to chat with him. In fact, I don't particularly care about the boy's height, but he wears such obvious heightening shoes with a straight face. Telling me that his net height is 1.8 meters, I feel a little unacceptable... In fact, when he tells the truth, I will not laugh at him, ah, being short is not a problem, but at least be sincere.
Miss Nangongsi: The old lady is a dog! ! ! After holding it all day, I can finally spit it out! What the hell am I relying on that blind date? I just introduced my family situation as a courtesy. I told him that my father is the governor of Nangong, and he told me to be careful about fighting corruption. I told him that my family opened a factory, and he told me that we have recently cracked down on rectification... Finally I didn't know what to talk to him, and I was afraid of the cold, so I wanted to talk to him about my dog, but he pointed at my Samoyed and said to me, "Your Chihuahua is very beautiful, isn't it mother? "Chihuahua, your head! If you don't understand animals, just shut up and don't talk! I finally ended this blind date, added a WeChat, and I forgot about it. result! Guess what? I will send a circle of friends to show my car, and he will comment on me to save energy and reduce emissions, saying that environmentally friendly girls are the most beautiful, and knock your grandma! I haven't posted our Weihai Fortress yet! Did he want to comment on me when I posted: "The most beautiful girl with a cannonball?"
Miss Ye Wangxi:
He looks a little poor, but it's fine if he's a good person. I don't mind going with him to eat 16 yuan Mala Tang. Anyway, if I can't get enough, I can invite him to the hotel run by our company for a buffet. Well, two people are together, in fact, it doesn't matter who spends more money.
...but I can't stand him diss our boss's eldest lady.
Drag black.
Miss Chu Wanning:
If it weren't for the fact that the dessert table wasn't over, when he said "My mom doesn't like women with picky eyes", I should have left. After thinking about it, why bother with the fool, I still eat the last piece of strawberry fresh milk cake before leaving...
Miss Mei Hanxue:
emmmmm, this little brother looks familiar, have I slept with him
Forget it, there are too many people who have slept, and those who have not left a deep impression on me are not invited for a second time. Life is too short, and it is impossible to block all the blacks in one step. What? Say I'm too rambunctious? That's right, how do you know, the groupings in my WeChat Moments are divided like this: 10cm to make fun of me, 15cm to make do with me, 20cm to play hard, oh yes, there is also a "not vulgar, admirable" group. When I get to this person, I want to marry him, but I haven't met him so far. Alas, I'm waiting for a vacant position, waiting for a vacant position.
Xue Meng: "I will endure the others. The last Ms. Mei, please figure out how long 20cm is before you speak. 15cm is already very good. Are you dreaming with 20cm?"
Cousin ink burns: "...cough, in fact, there are still some, such as me..."
Xue Meng: "???"