Only in the dead of night, in the Wushan Temple, deep in the Su Mu, when the ink burned and fell asleep, Chu Wanning could get up and caress the pale face of the ink burning.
Can only say softly: "I'm sorry, it's the master who didn't protect you well."
I didn't protect you well.
Make you someone else's pawn.
Became a tyrant despised by thousands of people.
No one in the world knows your true face, that you were kind, that you were innocent, that you were troubled by the earthworms who couldn't save the rainy day, and that you smiled brightly because the lotus flowers bloomed in the pond.
Everyone in the world blames you for being cold-blooded and ruthless, but I don't know that you scratched your head shyly and said, "I, I don't have much patience, if I have some spare money in the future, I will build more houses for those who have no land to live in like me before. Settle down, that's fine."
Everyone hates you for killing and slaughtering, but I don't know that you told me: "Master, I want a magic weapon like Tianwen. It can distinguish between black and white, and it can save lives."
Everyone is cursing you, everyone gets it and punishes it.
I know the truth, but I still don't have your dignity.
People like Mo Ran are always sensitive to eyes, even when they fall asleep. His eyelids moved slightly, and before Chu Wanning reacted, his eyes were opened: "You..."
The end is four eyes facing each other.
"What are you looking at?"
Chu nightning's emotions at this time have been stretched to the extreme. He didn't know how to deal with it, so he turned over and avoided looking at the ink, and then said: "It's nothing."
The ink burned without speaking. After a while, a warm body hugged him from behind, and the strong and broad chest was attached to Chu nightning's back.
In the dark night, Chu nightning opened his eyes, the breeze in front of him was blowing Luo Wei, and behind him was the warm heart of the emperor. The man's voice was not sure whether it was sarcasm or laziness, and said lightly, "You are so cold and sweaty."
Saying that, leaned down and sniffed on the side of the neck.
"Have you had a nightmare?" Mo Ran chuckled, with the leisure of some newly awakened people, "I smelled some fear."
Chu nightning did not answer, but he was trembling slightly.
Not because he was afraid, but because the sadness and self-blame would almost destroy him, and he almost exhausted all his strength just to keep this last bit of calm.
He finally succeeded in feigning under the eyelids of the ink burning, and the ink burning did not notice his strangeness. After yawning, the person gradually became awake. He went to sniff Chu Wanning's shoulders and sideburns again, and said "uh" contentedly.
"But then again, why does your body smell like flowers even when you sweat?" He smiled half-smilingly, "It's like a humanoid made of grass and trees."
If you usually joke like this, it will definitely be a scolding of shame and anger.
But that night, the ink burned for a while, but did not wait for Chu Wanning's response. He was a little surprised, so he just got up, turned Chu nightning over, and pressed him tightly again, and the majestic and broad figure completely shrouded the people under him.
His eyes met his eyes.
He lay under him, all eyes were on each other.
The unextinguished candlelight in the hall penetrated through the overlapping gauze curtains. In such dim light, the ink burned and stared at the handsome face that was close at hand.
The sword eyebrows are still sharp, the phoenix eyes fly obliquely, the bridge of the nose is high, and the eyebrows are naturally arrogant.
But I don't know why, tonight I always feel something is wrong.
"What's wrong with you?" He stretched out his hand and touched Chu Wanning's cheek. Trembling came from the end of the finger, and the person under him suddenly closed his eyes, with all kinds of emotions, he couldn't bear it.
The ink burned completely awake from sleep.
He felt stimulated.
Chu nightning's frowning eyebrows, water-colored thin lips, or that thin and fragile face... All of this has greatly satisfied the desire to conquer in his chest.
But there was a vague sense of unrest, and the ink burned and asked him patiently: "What's wrong with you?"
Chu nightning opened his eyes, and the half-closed eyes flashed with a fine luster.
There was nowhere for him to vent the pain and irritability in his heart, and he ended up saying, "How did we... get to where we are today."
"… "
"If it had been stopped earlier, it would have been different."
The ink burned and did not answer. He felt that Chu nightning was ridiculous. He had been defeated by his own men for so long, became a pro, sealed a concubine, and became a ban.
Everything is a foregone conclusion, why are you thinking about it tonight, and you have such thoughts again.
There was no one else in the Wushan Hall at night, only the pair of grudges who were naked on the bed.
The fragrance of flowers floating in the Xuan window made Mo Ran feel at ease, and he didn't really want to get angry with this submissive man.
His patience with Concubine Chu was always better than his patience with the Empress.
So he looked at Chu Wanning's forbearance and pain with great interest, looking at it, his heart was itchy, and the heat seemed to be ignited again.
So he rarely joked with him, with a bit of laziness: "If Wanning found out earlier, how would he want to stop this seat?"
Fingertips caressed down. Stepping Xianjun is sexy and tired: "Do you want to take your body?"
Looking at the inexplicable complex emotions in Chu Wanning's eyes, Mo Ran's eyes became wet and gloomy, and after a while, he cursed in a low voice.
He couldn't stand any temptation that Chu nightning gave him, whether intentional or not.
There is no excessive explanation and no foreplay of any kind.
Just rejoicing with the beast, he raised Chu's slender and firm legs, and hurriedly inserted it—
The semen from the previous sex had not been removed, and even the back hole still remembered the stimulation of being fucked by a man, and he accepted his genitals smoothly.
When stabbed inside, he and Chu nightning couldn't help but gasped and groaned.
Chu nightning opened his misty eyes and saw a wide and solid chest, a handsome face immersed in sexual stimulation, with beautiful and full lips slightly opened, panting because of comfort...
If the Eight Sufferings and Eternal Hatreds were born out of desire, could it be that this wrecked body of oneself can arouse the heat of the ink burning itself
he does not know.
This night, he had sex with Mo Ran on the bed tossing and turning, and he was in a mess, and he didn't have the strength to resist as fiercely as usual.
The burning of the ink is probably because he was stimulated by his strange performance, or because Chu nightning was not in good health, he had a low fever that day, and it was extraordinarily hot inside. In short, the ink burned and hugged him, and the exercise was very fast and dense. He couldn't help kissing the lips of Chu Wanning, holding Chu Wanning's waist and buttocks, or lifting one of Chu Wanning's legs, from The side is slightly but quickly stabbed.
Chu nightning's heart is very chaotic, the Adam's apple is rolling, the self-control is not as good as before, and even occasionally is inserted into a low moan.
His reaction made the ink burning more and more excited. In the messy pillow, the emperor stepped on the immortal and panted sexy, and his voice was low: "Is it here?"
In fact, Chu nightning's sensitive ignition is also very clear. After all, it has been done so many times, but Chu nightning has amazing endurance and rarely calls the bed, so the ink burning is not so certain.
He just changed a little angle, or changed his posture, and every time he adjusted, he looked at the handsome face of Chu nightning frowning.
"Where do I fuck you, are you most comfortable?"
Very messy.
Everything is messy.
Chu nightning listened to the ink burning in his ears and kept asking, kissing, breathing, and the pain and sex were intertwined like a storm.
For the first time in his life, he felt like a duckweed. He couldn't catch anything, he couldn't control anything, and he couldn't change anything.
This night, he was so vulnerable for the first time.
What's even worse is that although he didn't answer, Mo Ran quickly saw the angle and position he couldn't stand from his trembling and his look.
So he inserted frantically and fiercely, and every time he hit the numbness in Chu nightning's body, Chu nightning could bite his lips and endure it at first, but then the ink burned and began to sway hard and hurriedly, and the bag and the hips and legs collided. There was a blushing, heart-pounding pop, and there was love fluid dripping out of the place where they had sex, and a large piece of wet clinging...
At this time, Chu nightning was still strong, but Mo Ran raised his hand and broke his chin, and he was still pushing him hard, but his lips were wet and hungry.
His eyes suddenly became wet.
The kiss was over, I wanted to endure it, but I don't know why I couldn't hold it anymore.
Under the ink burning, he moaned lowly as the ink burning violated his actions, gasping helplessly.
He tried to grab the mattress with his backhand, as he was trying to grab his disintegrating pride. But it's useless, the ink burning is too fierce and too dense.
His legs were trembling, and his thighs were already wet and embarrassed. He couldn't contain his whispered groaning and moaning. Even when the ink burning exercise was the most violent and violent, he was away from God and was done so well. The legs are wide, the toes are tight, and I almost gasped under the ink burning: "Ah... um... ah..."
At that time, Mo Ran's eyes were so dark.
The louder he called, the more rude, the more fierce and fierce the ink burned.
So the earth was turned upside down, even the bed was almost overturned, the bedding and pillows were all misplaced and slid to the ground, but the two people who were having intense intercourse and making love couldn't care about anything.
This kind of sex can even be said to be lingering.
The noise even made the palace man on duty outside, seeing Chu Wanning the next day, his face was red, and there was some ambiguity in his eyes.
He ejaculated to him, and he was also stimulated to orgasm by him, and the mattress was made fishy and wet.
In fact, this should be regarded as the first time that Chu nightning was under house arrest for so long, and was directly inserted into ejaculation by ink burning without medication.
In a trance, he heard the ink burning and said in a low voice: It is logical that we have come to this point, do you know why? "
"… "
"I wanted to get on you for a long time." Mo Ran's fingers did not enter the dark hair of Chu nightning. "I hate you so high and indifferent. No matter what I do, I can't ask you for a good sentence."
Chu nightning's eyelashes trembled, almost stinging.
The man was still mumbling by his sideburns. It was him who was obviously bullied, but the man who got the cheap thought about the past like a grudge: "No matter how well I do or how hard I work, you won't even look at me."
no.
Between you and me, there has also been peace, there has been a pot of wine among the flowers, and there has been an umbrella held together in the rain. But you forgot, and I can't mention it now.
"So, look. You can only lie under me if you break your hands and feet, pull away your muscles and bones, and pull out all your claws." The ink burned and kissed him, with a crazy and enthusiastic tone, "I can only be the emperor of the emperor. , can bully you, torture you, force you, trample you like this."
The released cock was still slightly hard, throbbing inside him.
"I can see you like this now." Mo Ran whispered, "It's worth it to fall into hell and be convicted of prostitution. It's exciting enough."
He touched Chu nightning's hair, and he did not withdraw until the last genitals.
That is to say, from this day on, Mo Ran began to have this habit-even if he knew that Chu nightning would be sick, and that he knew that there was something wrong, he was unwilling to come out.
There was a hot fire in his heart, his desires splashed everywhere, and his animal nature was ferocious.
Only Chu nightning is his water, his box, the one who wants to tear and rip and kiss the stump.
And what about Chu nightning? After his initial pain. The end began to sink slowly, slowly began to be alone, combing through all the known clues, thinking about the people behind the scenes who planted the flowers of eternal hatred for Mo Ran, what did they plan to do, and what did they want in the end.
On the other hand, although it is written in the book that the flower of eternal regret will never be pulled out in the third stage, but Chu nightning is still reluctant to give up.
He has never been stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.
He refused.
And just like that, day after day.
After the lack of spiritual power, it was very difficult for Chu nightning to do anything, not to mention that the second person could not know.
It is difficult to find the black hand behind the scenes, and it is even more unrealistic to remove the flower of eternal regret, but the purpose of that person's control of the ink burning is becoming more and more obvious-
Because of the burning of ink, he began to practice the door of life and death in time and space.
"Rebirth, I can't practice it anymore."
I still remember the day when the ink burned and stood in front of the window, looking at the oriole chirping outside, and said lightly, "I read the file and said that only those with heavy yin may learn it." After speaking, he turned his head and looked at it. Chu nightning glanced: "I plan to repair the first forbidden technique."
"The door of life and death in time and space?"
"What else could it be."
"...you can't learn it."
The ink burned and smiled: "You always have to try and then bow your head. If you don't do anything, it may be impossible to say anything."
Chu nightning shook his head and said: "This first forbidden technique has changed his life against the sky, tearing two irrelevant red dust, which has never been tolerated by the heaven-"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.
The burning look of the ink is very lazy: "What is the way of heaven, why do you want it to accommodate me? In this life, the most unbelievable thing is life."
So he started putting it into practice. The first forbidden technique has been lost for a long time, and the ink burning is the honor of the ninety-five. I finally received a volume of ancient rubbings, and the most important chapter is missing. Without a complete recipe, ink burning, even if the spiritual power is fierce, can only be cultivated into a space gate, but it cannot really tear apart time and space at all.
And that is, since then, Chu nightning began to understand what the heart of the person who planted the flower Gu on the ink burned—
Certainly not for domination of the world. What he guessed was that the ultimate purpose of that person was to open the door of life and death in time and space. And instead of opening a small crack, I am afraid that I want to completely integrate the two red dust.
Only a very small number of people, such as Mo Ran, who are born with strong and domineering spiritual power, can do this.