When the consciousness returned to the cage and could barely realize what he was doing, Chu nightning vaguely felt that they had gone out of the crowded crowd at some point, and they were kissing fiercely in the nearest woods they could find. Their breathing was hot and fast.
very thirsty.
They are all people who have longed for each other for a long time, the way of kissing is aggressive and anxious, even a little crazy, the Adam's apple rolls, swallows, the lips and teeth collide in a hurry, and even some blood, but no one can notice, no one can stop down.
The ink burned him against the tree, and the rough wooden texture was close to his slightly trembling back. There seemed to be the sound of string music in the distance, but that was not important. Fragmented, the only complete thing is each other's breathing.
Lips and tongues were wet, rubbing rough, tangled and tangled shamelessly.
shameless...
Chu nightning is reluctant to admit defeat, but he has never abstained from sex, and the other party's sudden desire to come out of the box is so fresh and terrifying, almost like a beast, to bite his throat and eat his flesh and blood.
He didn't know why he became like this. At this point, he didn't know whether he was right or wrong, and what happened next.
This man of ritual, abstinence, restraint, loneliness, who takes every step for the next hundred, seems to be torn apart and destroyed at this moment.
Only his stubbornness is carved into the bone marrow, and the sea of desire is still the driftwood that supports him. He refuses to show weakness or softness. Even if his back is already numb and his soul seems to be taking time, he is still willing to take the initiative, not to be soft and let it be destroyed. in the palm of your hand.
It's a pity that although the ambition is sufficient, the skills are extremely poor.
It was so bad that the ink burned more than once and was knocked by his lips and teeth, the strength was not restrained, the tip of the tongue was bitten, and it was full of sweet blood.
In the end, the ink burned and laughed. I only felt that Chu nightning, who was hardworking and unworthy, really taught people to love and love.
His once cold and hard heart melted away, turning into sparkling spring water, a lake of thousands of miles, with golden waves glowing softly around his fingers.
When they parted, there were sticky water threads between their lips and tongues, and they were lewd. Their lips were red and wet, their eyes were full of tenderness and desire, the burning voice was hoarse, and the water vapor was extremely heavy. He looked down at Chu Wanning's Eyes, rough fingers brushed the cheeks of Chu nightning lowly.
Chu nightning also knows that his level is terrible, but he is not willing to admit it. He narrowed his eyes and asked in a coercive tone: "What are you laughing at?"
Seeing that the ink burned and did not answer, but the smile in his eyes deepened, he became more annoyed.
"Didn't I do… right?"
The ink-burning smile finally floated on the corner of his lips, he hugged him again, this time face to face, the same tall and straight men's bodies hugged together, not as close as men and women came together, but splashed more. Hot flames, heavier sparks.
"There's nothing wrong, that's right." The ink burned intimately on the top of his hair, and the back ears were grinding, "Master is the best..."
"Then you're still laughing!"
The ink burned but smiled lowly, the chest was hot and hard, but the heart was getting softer and softer.
"My reaction was more than just laughing."
Chu nightning has not yet understood the deep meaning of this, and as the ink burns his posture deeper, from the closeness of the upper body to the overlapping of the whole body, he suddenly feels that this person is drawn with swords and extremely fierce and vigorous enthusiasm. There was a slight movement in the breath, it felt so stimulating, so intense, so fresh, it made my scalp tingle, my heart stuttered, and I shuddered, but my throat was tight and dry.
This thing made Chu Xiaoning suddenly realize how aggressive, how fierce, and how violent the seemingly gentle man in front of him is, so that every blood and flesh can kill people and tear his organs.
His cold hair was standing upright, and he wanted to push him away immediately, but before he raised his hand, the lips that were full of ink and hot, kissed again, wet and hot, holding his lips, sucking and licking kiss. The man was breathing deeply, and together, his fierce body was constantly attached to Chu Wanning through the clothes. Chu nightning was absent-minded because of this terrifying eagerness. The hot and burning tongue had invaded his mouth. He was hungry and thirsty. He was intoxicated and obsessed with kissing him and rubbing against him. In the end, Chu nightning's mind was blank and his legs were blank. It's all soft and fluffy...
He shivered slightly, because of that excitement, because of that strange feeling of powerlessness, because of that hard heat, because of that burning hot passion.
That day, Chu nightning didn't know how he got back to the top of life and death. He did everything like he was stiff and had no consciousness. The only thing he remembered was that when they parted in front of the red lotus water pavilion, they were breathing together in the dark night. Embracing each other and kissing each other thirsty for a long time, I wish I could swallow both my lover and lust, nothing is enough... not enough...
In the vagueness, he remembered that the ink burned and whispered to him, and asked him to allow himself to sleep in the red lotus waterside tonight. Chu nightning probably used the last clearness before breathing, barely recalling a little reason, and did not agree.
He didn't know why he didn't agree. It might be because of inexplicable self-esteem, or it might be because he was alone for too long and couldn't adapt, or it might be rigid and pedantic. He felt that all this was absurd. .
After finally breaking free from lust and burning ink, Chu nightning opened the door, and when he entered the water pavilion, for the first time in his life, he understood what it means to "don't dare to look back".
He knew that his strings had been stretched to the extreme. If he turned back at this moment, he would probably fall short, his desires would collapse, and he would never be able to push away the person in front of him.
They will be burnt to ashes, not even the dregs.
When he went back to bathe and change clothes, Chu nightning found that his trousers were wet, and the smell of sweet and sultry stabbed his face and ears, and he was at a loss. Even the cold and severe phoenix eyes were red, and the thin two-tailed begonias suit.
He stayed where he was for a long time, and he couldn't help thinking, how could this be? How come things are like this.
In his life, he has never been so gaffe, passive, never.
Damn, what should he do.
In the past, when Chu nightning encountered difficult problems, his subconscious reaction was to go to the book to find a solution, so he read books since childhood, and his mind was full of books.
This is the first time, that sweaty file cannot give him an answer.
So he was blinded, and he didn't know what to do or what to do.
Fortunately, Mo Ran seems to understand him very well. After being rejected once, he understands the confusion and anxiety in Chu nightning's heart, and no longer continues to advance.
But the intimacy between them is no longer limited to holding hands. They will kiss fiercely in the alley behind Mengpotang, and after night falls, they will grind their ears in a deserted forest. Mo Ran is a person who does not talk much about love. Sometimes even what Chu nightning asks, he answers, but his eyes can talk, there are sweet words in it, tenderness, but he is stupid, can't express, and can't express well.
Many times, ink burning is more willing to do it directly than hanging on the mouth.
And inexplicably, Chu nightning feels that he can always be well aware of what he wants, obviously they are just together, but occasionally Chu nightning will feel that the ink burning seems to have used this identity to stay with him a lot years.
As the days passed, the time they spent kissing and hugging together became longer and longer, but their lust became more and more unquenchable.
Chu nightning is okay. After all, he has been practicing for many years, and his concentration is very much within his reach, but the ink burns are different. He and Chu nightning are not the same kind of mind, not to mention young people, who are full of vigor and vitality. After each tryst, he couldn't get up and go back immediately.
It's so obvious that the clothes can't cover it, and people will see the clues.
He was really in so much pain.
On this day, after dinner, they entangled in an inaccessible place near the back mountain for half an hour, but there was an elders meeting at night. But the ink burned the time and felt that it was too late, so he was unwilling to let him leave—
The way he refused was rather rude, not by words, but by kissing him directly.
There are some abandoned garden landscape rocks in this forest. The ink burns and sits on one of the stones. Holding Chu nightning, let him face himself and sit on his lap. This posture is generally a little shorter for people sitting below. For the person sitting on the lap, but the ink burned was originally born tall, so it was just flush with the night of Chu, without showing any disadvantage.
He kissed wetly for a long time, from the lips to the neck, between the teeth biting Chu Wanning's Adam's apple, hearing the other party's low and repressed gasp, the ink burned even more uncomfortable, and the heart was burning.
Chu nightning can't stand it, he wants to get out, he wants to go, but the waist is soft, and the legs and feet are not obeyed. I like this hugging posture very much recently. I can hug him so intimately, and the tension is tingling. Chu nightning can even imagine what it would be like if there was no clothes as a screen. sight.
Maybe it's really on the verge of being critical. Even the intense kiss can't relieve the desire.
When the ink burned his wet red lips, his eyes were wet, he panted lowly, his Adam's apple rolled sexy, he stared at Chu Wanning intently, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just another Biting up hard.
It was really biting, and Chu nightning felt pain, but it was very stimulating, sore and shivering like acupuncture points.
The man was trapped by love, and there was a faint whimper in his throat. He hugged the person in his arms and stroked the jet-black hair. He only felt that his master was so good, and he wanted to love him with all his heart. , and feel that it is so tempting to be a master, making people want to bully them fiercely and forcefully...
In the quiet air, the original breath is getting stronger and stronger. Chu nightning raised his head and closed his trembling eyes slightly. young man.
The ends of the ink-burning eyes are red and slightly moist.
He spoke in a low voice, his voice was hoarse, a little forbearance, but also aggrieved: "Master..."
"… "
"Please, I can't take it anymore..."
Can't stand it, what do you want to do? Chu nightning thought of those broken and fuzzy dreams, and the tail vertebrae trembled slightly. He didn't make a sound, and his ears were so red that he couldn't stand it... What should I do...
Before the ink burned again, he had been kissed to the wet and swollen lips, Chu nightning whispered, almost inaudible, and said: "Then...don't be here."
Don't be here, there can be more, somewhere else.
Mo Ran raised his head suddenly, almost in surprise, and then kissed him fiercely, trying to hold him up like this.
Chu nightning only felt ashamed to the extreme, and said angrily: "You let me down!"
The ink burned him down, but he did not forget to kiss him: "Where do you want to go?"
Before Chu Wanning had time to speak, he heard a rustling sound in the haystacks nearby. He was startled suddenly, his mind suddenly became clear, and he pushed the ink away—
The two had just separated when they saw a man walking from the dark of the bamboo forest, holding a swaying wind lantern in his hand, his clothes swaying in the wind.
The man was silent for a long time, and his voice sounded, even though he was suppressed, it was full of shock and confusion.
"You... why are you here?"
The author has something to say:
Small Theater "Don't Take It Seriously"
A friend was complaining about why this world of self-cultivation has to eat, and the lifespan is still so short, in fact, it is like this, open the "History of Self-cultivation in the Upper and Lower Cultivation World", we will see such a record. A long, long time ago, there were still people in this world of self-cultivation who could directly ascend, and they were strictly divided into foundation building, golden core, primordial infant, transforming gods, ancestors of transcending tribulations, and then ascending into the sky. According to legend, as long as people who can cultivate to the realm of the ancestors of transcending tribulation, they do not need to eat, and even if they eat, the farts they let out are colorful. We all see the fire and clouds burning in the sky now. In fact, the ancestors of transcending robbery finished their dinner in the sky and started to fart, and the sky turned red.
Those who can fly to Jiuzhongtian and become the ancestors of transcending tribulation will occasionally come to the world to tell everyone how wonderful life in heaven is, but never an immortal who has been ascended will return to the earth and tell everyone about the heavens other than Jiuzhongtian. What is it like.
Finally, one day, an ancestor who transcended the tribulation succeeded and became a fairy again. He broke through Jiuzhongtian and came to the world outside Jiuzhongtian, and then he saw a heartbreaking scene...
He exhausted his life's spiritual power to spread his last words to the world. This passage has since become the preface to the "History of Cultivation in the Upper and Lower Cultivation Realms":
Don't cultivate to become a great immortal, don't go outside the Jiuzhongtian, I saw the corpse of the ancestor! There is no oxygen on it! No oxygen! No... woo!
The ancestor of the robbery, died.
(Adapted from the paragraph of the online Tucao starting point - no oxygen)