The ink burned several times and wanted to speak, but only moved his lips. His temples were almost throbbing, and the blood was rushing wildly, and he was reining in the reins, but he felt that his blood was not hot, but cold and ice. During the struggle, even his fingertips were a little cold. through.
"Master."
"… "
"Actually... I..." He finally opened his mouth. As soon as he opened his mouth, he only said three or four words, and then he became confused and collapsed again.
Why would he say that
That's all about the past life. He committed suicide in the Wushan Temple. He has already died. He just carries the memory of the past life... Why do you want to say it
Speaking out, my conscience is happy, but is it really the right choice
How good is it now, Xue Meng will smile at him, Chu nightning is his, uncle and aunt are alive, and the teacher is still alive... Nothing is more important than these, even if he feels guilty for a lifetime, and he is a fugitive for a lifetime, he also I don't want to destroy all of this with my own hands.
But he felt that this was what he should have said.
Now it has been confirmed that the people behind the scenes must have experienced a rebirth, and only I can remind everyone and prepare everyone. This is his chance to atone for his sins. Maybe God let him die once, but he still retains his memory, so that at this moment, someone can stand up and stop this turmoil.
Even at the cost of life.
The ink burned and closed his eyes, he was trembling, and the eyelashes were wet.
He is not afraid of death, he is someone who has died once, but there are actually things in this world that are more terrifying than death. He had had enough in his last life, and it was to escape from those things that he chose to commit suicide. Over the years, especially after the death of Chu Wanning in this life, he has been running with all his strength, trying to get rid of the invisible giant beast behind him, but now he is forced to a dead end.
Its claws hung from his throat.
People betrayed their relatives and left, and the world scolded them.
He can't escape... He can't escape...
The ink burned and cried, silently, but the tears flowed down, fluttered, and fell to the ground.
He tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, and he said, "I'm sorry... I... I don't know how to speak... I actually... I... "
Suddenly a pair of strong and well-proportioned arms wrapped around him.
Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly, and he realized that Chu nightning came over and hugged him from behind.
"If you don't want to say it, don't say it." Chu nightning's voice came from his shoulders, "Everyone has their own secrets... and they will do some wrong things."
The ink burned stunned.
Chu nightning has already understood.
He has understood... Also, how can Chu nightning not see through? He has seen the ink burning too many times to admit his mistakes, sincere, fake, unwilling, and sincere.
Although he didn't know what was wrong with Mo Ran, he knew that Mo Ran must want to confess some past events, and confess some past events that he didn't want to say.
"Master..."
"If that thing disturbs you and you want to tell me, just say it and I will listen here." Chu nightning said, "But if you feel that it is very painful to say it, then you don't speak, and I don't either. Will keep asking. . . . I know you'll never do the same thing again."
The ink burns like a knife.
He shook his head slightly, no...
It's not as easy as you think... Far from it...
I didn't break flowers that shouldn't be broken. I killed people, bleeds, and withered bones. I destroyed most of the world of self-cultivation, and I destroyed you.
He broke down again.
I have ruined you, Chu nightning!
Why do you comfort an executioner... Why do you comfort someone who has stabbed a knife into their heart, why do you ask me to let me go before dying
Why didn't you kill me in the first place...
He was trembling, trembling constantly, Chu nightning was stunned, and suddenly felt warm water droplets fell on the back of his hand, he whispered: "Ink burning..."
"I want to speak out."
"Then say it."
The ink burned very chaotic, he shook his head, and he said again: "I... I don't know how to say... "
His voice has been controlled very well, until this time, he finally got a little choked up.
"Really... I really don't know how to speak..."
"Then don't talk about it." Chu nightning let go of him, pulled him, and let him turn around. In the dark night, he rubbed his cheeks, and the ink burned in dodging, but Chu nightning still touched it firmly and held his face. Wet, tears that have been shed for a long time.
Chu nightning said: "Don't say it."
"I… "
Suddenly the fragrance of Haitang was so close, Chu night Ning kissed him, this seems to be the first time he took the initiative to kiss the ink burning, jerky, clumsy, he pressed his lips, held it little by little, and pryed open his bitter Mouth, tongue slid in, to churn, tangle.
Confused, disturbed, crazy.
The ink burns and I don't know why. Maybe love is a harbor to escape all pain. Maybe people are the same as beasts. In the intercourse, everything can be left behind. In the indulgence of this desire, only joy is true.
Show mercy to the helpless.
To the desperate, and a moment of respite.
No one spoke anymore, kissing to the lingering place, Chu nightning felt the desire of Mo Ran because of himself, and held him across the clothes. He hesitated for a moment, and reached out to touch him, but Mo Ran held his fingers. He stopped and turned into intertwined fingers: "That's enough."
He held him in his arms, only the person in front of him could calm his pain.
to purify his soul.
"Don't do anything else, that's enough..."
Chu nightning raised his hand, touched his face, and felt distressed for no reason: "Why are you so stupid."
The ink burned and held his other hand, so that the two hands were tightly connected, and he held against Chu Wanning's forehead: "If I were so stupid earlier, that would be good."
Chu night Ning Jian couldn't persuade him, and he didn't know how to say softer words. He had to clumsily rub his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally gently held his lips.
When he did this, the tips of his ears were blushing, but he tried his best to appear calm and calm. He took the initiative to kiss the ink, take the initiative to hug, and do things that he was not used to doing before.
"Master..." The ink burned and dodged, but his breathing gradually became a little short under his kiss, "No...don't do this."
"You have always done this." Chu nightning broke away from his hand and hugged his neck. "Today you listen to me."
"Master..."
Chu nightning looked at his dog-like warm and moist eyes, patted the back of his head, and was actually relieved and gentle: "Good."
There were no lights, so they kissed and caressed by the wall. The kisses ranged from gentle to intense, from intense to thirst, from thirst to death and lingering, full of male animal desire and urgency.
"Master... Wanning..."
The ink burned and called his name, pity, love, madness, and guilt.
As long as Chu nightning gives him a little bit of love, it is the strongest love medicine in the world.
He finally stopped thinking too much, pressed Chu nightning to the wall, pressed against him, kissed him fiercely, rubbed him, and in the end, both of them were breathing again and again, and their heartbeats were fierce. He went crazy, the corners of his eyes were red, Chu nightning frowned in his kiss and said: "Deng..."
"Isn't it out already?"
He continued to kiss him, his earrings, his neck, and he heard Chu Wanning resisting the desire to moan in his ear, and whispered: "No, light it up..."
The ink burned for a while.
Chu nightning said: "I want to look at you."
The lights are on.
The darkness is gone.
Chu nightning's phoenix eyes are bright, clear, stubborn and firm, with a layer of desire, his cheeks seem to have the usual frost, but the ears are red and colorful.
He said, "I want to see you."
Mo Ran suddenly felt that the heart was hurting and was about to die. How could his dirty, riddled, and once ruthless heart still live in such eyes
He hugged him, kissed him, and put Chu nightning's hand on his chest, in a pulsating position.
"Remember this position," he said.
"… "
"If one day, my sin is unforgivable." Mo Ran whispered, and the tip of the nose rubbed against the tip of Chu nightning's nose, "Kill me personally, from here."
Chu nightning was shocked and stared at him incredulously: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Mo Ran smiled, and the smile contained the beauty and sincerity of Master Mo, as well as the evil and madness of stepping on Xianjun.
"My spiritual core is formed because of you, and my heart is also yours. If one day I have to die, both of these things should belong to you, so that I can... "
He didn't go on.
The shock and fear that never appeared in Chu nightning's eyes made him unable to speak any longer.
The ink burned and finally lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly: "I am teasing you. I said this, just want to tell you..."
He hugged him tightly.
I don't know how many more chances there are.
“Night Ning…”
I love you, I want you, and I can't leave you.
There are a lot of things I want to tell, but just like the things in my previous life, there is no way to speak.
Chu nightning is still dazed and stunned. He doesn't know how much wrong a person has to make to say such a thing.
But when the ink burned and kissed him, his consciousness fell apart in the chaos. He was not a person with such a poor concentration. Perhaps this should not be blamed on the ink burning kiss, but he himself did not want to think deeply.
There is despair in enthusiasm, like oil dripping into a flame.
Later, the entanglement tended to be primitive and crazy. Most of the clothes were taken off before reaching the bed. Chu nightning was pressed on the bed by the ink. The request of desire is simple and crude.
His underwear was quickly untied, the ink burned and kissed him, sucked him, and sometimes raised his eyes to see Chu Wanning's slack eyes under the lights, leaning his neck and breathing slightly.
How many times has it been like this
twice? once
I'm going to Jiaoshan soon, maybe I can see the person behind the scenes right away. If that person really used the Zhenlong chess game, the only person who can quickly crack it is himself.
Everything fell into place.
But in the midst of the entanglement, he coaxed his master and himself, who was almost desperate. He said that there are still many, many opportunities in the future.
They will always be together.
Just like lust, from night to day, he will bully him many times a night, sleeping in a connected posture, entangled with each other, and at dawn, the dawn is light, he wakes up in his tenderness, in the bed Promiscuity in the daytime, filth to the extreme, love to the extreme, to the extreme.
The ink burned them together and touched them together and relieved them together.
Chu nightning's phoenix eyes are full of desire and fog. With the movement of the ink, his lips are slightly open and his eyes are gradually chaotic and blurred.
While intoxicated, I heard someone knocking on the door outside.
Chu nightning suddenly came back to his senses, the blood faded, and the ink burned his mouth immediately to prevent him from making a sound. The room was very quiet, but his other hand was still moving anxiously and fiercely. Stimulate yourself, but also stimulate the people in your arms.
Chu nightning wanted to shake his head, but the power of the ink burning was too great, and he couldn't move, he could only show a pair of phoenix eyes, comfortable and painful, with hatred and frustration.
"Master, are you there?"
Hearing the sound, Chu nightning stared at the ink burning more and more angrily, and tapped the bed board with one hand.
The ink burned down the saliva, the Adam's apple moved sexy, and the voice was hoarse: "Well. I know, Xue Meng."
"Master?" After waiting for a while, still no one agreed, Xue Meng murmured, "Strange, the bright lights are on... Master?"
It seems that Mo Ran didn't intend to ignore him at all, still lying on Chu nightning, immersed in love. It was too dark in the room, and he even mistook Chu Wanning's angry eyes as moist emotions.
"Master?"
The apprentice outside didn't plan to leave, and the apprentice on the bed didn't plan to stop. Chu nightning was rubbed so hard by them that he took a bite of the ink burning finger, and the ink burned and hurt, so he moved his hand away, black There seemed to be a trace of grievance in his eyes.
His voice was deep and low: "It hurts when you bite me..."
"It hurts to death, forget it." Chu nightning took a breath, glared at him, and then said to the door, "I'm already in bed, what's the matter?"
"Ah, it's okay." Xue Meng said, "It's me... I can't sleep, I have something on my mind, I want to tell the master..."
His voice gradually softened, and he could just imagine the appearance of Phoenix's drooping head outside the door.
Chu nightning: "..."
what happened? Why are both of them on the mind tonight
Chu nightning was not at ease, patted the ink that was still pressing on him, and whispered: "Get up, quickly put on clothes."
Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes and looked like a dog: "You want him to come in?"
"There's something wrong with his voice..."
"what about me?"
"..." Although Chu nightning was embarrassed, he still said, "You get dressed and hide under the bed."
The author has something to say:
Ink burning: (demonstration) Why should I hide under the bed! ! I'm not the king next door! I will not move! Just wait for him to come in!
Chu nightning: Well, then you sit down, I'll open the door.
Ink burning: ... (seconds)