After saying this, Ta Xianjun moved his fingers, and the little magic dragon immediately wrapped his body even tighter. The teacher's face changed, and it was obviously painful, but he always cherished his face, and even at this time, he tried his best to keep him calm.
"Ink burning, how dare you spy on me?"
Stepping Xianjun sneered: "Interesting, tell me, what is there in this world that this seat dare not do?"
"… "
"Introduction. This is the split of Jiaoshan Demon Dragon Wangli, and I only listen to the orders of the Nangong family." Ta Xianjun glanced at him sideways, "You are still so ignorant on this seat, this seat is watching you. It's really boring."
The muscles and veins of the teacher's forehead are protruding, and it is obviously not light. But he didn't expect that the Jiaoshan blood contract could be used like this. He was pinched for a while, and he didn't dare to be too arrogant, so he just said: "You took this disgusting thing away from me."
Ta Xianjun didn't say a word, stared at the place where the dragon was entangled for a while without concealment, and then sneered: "Then you have to promise that you will never take your disgusting thing out of this seat again."
The matter of the bed was disturbed and was originally annoyed. The teacher said with a sullen face: "Who do you say is disgusting?"
"Whoever is bound is who."
Chu nightning: "..."
Glancing at the tied Chu nightning, Ta Xianjun frowned, and then changed his words: "Whoever has no clothes is who."
Chu nightning: "..."
There were too many misunderstandings, so Xianjun Teng simply waved his hand: "... I didn't say you in this seat."
The teacher said: "Ink burning, you are so ridiculous."
But after all, he still put on the bathrobe with a calm face, and then raised his eyes and said to the ink: "Okay, can you untie it now?"
"Don't worry, you go out first, go farther, and it will drive itself when you reach almost the back mountain." Stepping Xianjun lazily, "But this seat reminds you, if you have the heart to treat this seat next time People move their feet... It is already familiar with your taste, even if you are outside Jiaoshan, it will chase you and strangle you."
The most humble person is invincible, and he is invincible when stepping on the heights of the Immortal Monarch.
The teacher left suddenly.
There were only two people left in the room, the emperor and the Big Dipper.
Step on Xianjun and walk over, stretch out his hand—
Then he saw Chu Wanning's eyes that were obviously sharp and hostile, but a little wet. He stretched out his hand, probably because of those years of imprisonment, Chu nightning immediately thought of his tyranny, almost tense in an instant.
"..." Ta Xianjun sighed slightly in his heart, but he didn't know what was the reason for his softheartedness.
He touched Chu nightning's forehead with his hand.
"It's not as hot as it was just now." Ta Xianjun didn't have much expression on his face, "Others are a little useless, but the medicine is really good."
After a pause, he said coldly: "I won't let that evil beast bully you in the future. No one in this seat is allowed to touch you. You can rest assured."
He doesn't even know that Chu nightning's memory at the moment has been cleaned by the teacher, and he has temporarily returned to his previous life, so he doesn't know how much his words have shocked Chu nightning.
The ink burned even called the teacher a sinister...
Stepping Xianjun didn't pay attention to Chu Wanning's expression. In fact, he has been avoiding looking directly at him. He understands himself. If he looks at the scene in front of him a few more times, he is afraid that he will lose control, but in the state of Chu nightning at the moment, it will definitely be more unbearable to do it.
If it was changed to the previous one, he probably wouldn't have any pity.
But he was alone in the other world, alone for so long, and he couldn't decide whether to live or die.
Seeing Chu Wanning again, his cold heart seemed to have a vague warmth. It was this warmth that kept him from being as irritable as before.
He untied the rope for Chu Wanning, and when he saw the bright red streak on the wrist, he even subconsciously rubbed and comforted it twice. But then he realized what he was doing and stopped again.
He really didn't know what happened to him.
After a while, the teacher's memory disorder spell gradually weakened, so Chu nightning's eyes began to be a little confused, but he was still pale in this strange dizziness, enduring the pain in his head, and said: " The ink burns…”
"… "
"He is back."
Waking up or dreaming is no longer important, just a long-cherished wish in my heart for many years.
Chu nightning is almost hoarse: "So... don't hate anymore."
Ta Xianjun looked at him.
Probably felt that this dream was going to be the center, Chu night Ning closed his eyes, raised his hand with red marks, and touched Xianjun's face: "Go back."
It seemed that something was collapsing in the bottom of his heart, and Xianjun Teng stared at him without blinking, and the daze also floated on his face, like a thin layer of smoke.
Chu nightning frowned, but it was a little choked.
"There is no way ahead, go back... don't go any further." He held his cheeks, the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable floating and sinking in his two lives, and looked at Emperor Treading Immortal, who was already a living dead, two lives passed. , they are all broken. Chu nightning's voice is hoarse, "Mo Ran, why is your face so cold..."
Cold as ice.
If possible, I am willing to be a wax torch, waiting for your turn at the fork in the winter night. I am willing to burn my whole life to follow your way home.
But why are you so cold...
I don't know how long I can burn. What if you still walk in the dark and refuse to look back when I'm exhausted and burnt out. What should I do
Chu nightning's fingers trembled slightly and closed his eyes.
He has been alone all his life, without relatives or friends, and he is not afraid of leaving.
Just thinking that maybe he burned out the heat of his life and couldn't warm the already cold heart, he felt very guilty. Thinking that if he was extinguished, if the young man wanted the prodigal son to return one day, but could not find the direction from when he came, he felt that he should live.
Just wait another day.
Maybe tomorrow, the ice will melt.
The man would turn his head and walk out of the endless night, towards the dimly lit place.
In the next few days, due to the residual influence of the teacher's magic spell, coupled with the fluctuation of Chu Wanning's own memory of the two lives, these days he wakes up less and sleeps more, and every time he wakes up, his spirit They are all lax, and what they know is fragmented and incomplete.
After stepping Xianjun understood the whole story, he also felt that it was quite a relief. Chu nightning is now a confused person, so coaxing. I was bullied the day before, and I may not remember what happened when I opened my eyes the next day. And because of the broken memory, Chu nightning always thought that he was dreaming, so he was less alert than usual—
A cat with sharp fingers and claws is delicious, but a big white cat that sleeps like a dumpling is also very rare.
I have to say that he thinks Hua Binan has done a good thing.
"How many things do you remember today?" This became a sentence that he would inevitably ask Chu Wanning when he woke up in the morning.
Chu nightning often frowned and asked him: "What."
He answered patiently and tirelessly: "Does your memory still only stop in the last life after we got married, or has it become another day?"
At this time, he will probably wait until Chu Wanning's embarrassed face, and a low sentence: "Mo Weiyu, why are you crazy."
It's not a good word, in the past, it is bound to be slapped.
Step Xianjun is also slapped up now, but the tail is gentle, and then the other hand catches up, it doesn't look like a slap at all, but holds the other's face.
He sneered, but there was a hint of contentment in his eyes: "Very good. If you keep doing this, it will be better."
He really didn't want Chu Wanning to think of the things in his life, and he didn't want him to think of Mo Weiyu who became a master. It seems that as long as Chu nightning has been so confused, they can return to the Wushan Temple that year, no matter how much Chu nightning hates him, they can both grind together day and night.
His master and his Wanning belong to him alone.
Hua Binan mocked him: "Even if you eat your own vinegar, your heart is not as good as a woman's."
Jealous
Step Xianjun thought, it does not exist. It's just that even an animal, a thing that has been with him for a long time, will produce some feelings similar to "habits".
That's all.
The day is fine in Jiaoshan, and Stepping Xianjun forced Chu Wanning and himself to rest in the orange blossom tree in the afternoon. He looked at the white flowers full of shredded fragrant branches and sighed lazily: "It's just missing some flavor, if Begonia Enough."
Chu nightning's consciousness is vague, and he still thinks that this is one of his own night dreams.
So he said, "Why are you so picky even in your dreams?"
Ta Xianjun turned over on the lawn, leaned over again, and put his head on his knee. Four eyes met, stepping on Xianjun said: "As usual. By the way, this seat is hungry, go back in a while, you can cook a bowl of porridge for this seat."
"… "
"If you want lean meat porridge with egg drop, don't overcook the egg drop, the porridge should not be too thick, just add a little meat. You can do it, right? I've taught you many times."
Chu night Ning didn't want to go, but he was forced to pull hard and hard, and there was no way to do it. Later, I had to go with him to the back hall of the Sacrificial Hall.
The wood was cooked, the rice was washed clean, and the water began to boil. Stepping Xianjun sat at the small table, holding his cheeks and looking at Chu Wanning's irritable and helpless appearance in front of the platform.
But fortunately, Chu nightning thought it was a dream, so he didn't plan to spend too much energy to resist.
As for Step Xianjun, he knew that this dream would eventually be broken, so he cherished it more than ever before.
The water boiled, and the aroma of rice and meat wafted from the wooden cover.
Stepping Xianjun changed his posture and folded his hands on his chin. He felt that he had a lot to say to Chu nightning, but he felt that it was meaningless to say it, and it was all in vain.
In the end, he moved his lips and said in a low and laziness, only one sentence: "Hello."
"Um?"
What to say
In fact, he didn't know either, so he thought about it and said solemnly, "Remember to put salt."
"… let it go."
"Then remember to taste salty."
"… "
Stepping Xianjun's black to purple eyes showed a hint of teasing and relaxation: "Don't expect to kill this seat." He said, got up and walked behind Chu Wanning, glanced at the pot, and then suddenly raised it. His hands embraced the warm man from behind.
He rubbed the ears of Chu Wanning and lowered his eyelashes: "This seat still wants to torture you for a lifetime."
"Ink Rain—"
Noticing the man's stiffness, he hugged him even tighter. He didn't even hold back. He turned his face and kissed the side of his neck, his long eyelashes moving lightly: "What are you doing? I have taught you how to cook porridge for so long, you Don't you want to cook a bowl of porridge for me?"
Chu nightning was blocked by the gangster-like logic and had nothing to say. It was hard to think of some stern words that could be refuted, but before he spoke, he didn't even have the time to make a sound, and he was blocked by the lips that came to the fairy. Must be strictly.
He embraced the fire that he had lost and found, and returned to the world of spring flowers.
In the smell of fireworks of firewood, rice, oil and salt, he is already a living dead person, kissing Chu Wanning indulgently and affectionately, and his cold lips and teeth are wrapped in warm ones.
His master, his Wanning, his Concubine Chu.
No one can take it away, no one will give it.
When the kiss was intense, Step Xianjun was dizzy, pressed the person to the table, and from time to time, he leaned over and kissed the already red and swollen lips twice, while reaching out to take off Chu nightning's clothes.
He used to do this kind of bastard, and when his interest came, even if someone urgently asked for advice, he would not take it into account.
In the craziest time ever, he had a sudden desire in the daytime. He fell in love with the master who had just been enthroned as Concubine Chu in the meeting room of Wushan Hall. A monk came to the Wubei Temple outside. He was finally annoyed, so he ordered someone to drop the curtain and let the monks in.
He continued to manipulate Chu Wanning on the summer couch carved by lobular red sandalwood across the layer of tulle and the crisp bead curtain.
"Don't make a sound... I said to the outside world, I am calling Chu Guifei to favor you and save you face." At that time, he pressed on Chu Wanning and rhythmically, while breathing heavily, "If you call Make a sound, and those bald donkeys will know it's you who I'm fucking with."
"Mo Weiyu..." The person under him was extremely humiliated, his eyes were red, "You bastard!"
And Step Xianjun's response to this was just a more ferocious and sticky thrusting, and a teasing full of lust: "Baby, you are so hot and wet below, why is the top of your mouth so hard? Don't because It's so refreshing to breathe."
Those monks came in without knowing why, and what they saw was the blurred and tall figure of stepping on Xianjun through a layer of pale yellow silk yarn, and a pair of slender and firm legs, which were weakly stretched, as they stepped on. Xianjun rudely penetrated and trembled, and his fingertips were delicate and cold, like a bluebell flower quivering with the rain and dew.
That paragraph of request rhetoric was confusing and vague, and Mo Ran didn't hear much at all.
He only remembered that at that time, Chu nightning was extremely patient, and he didn't say a word. Physiological tears fell from the end of the red rouge's eyes, and the moment he was shot under him, he was suddenly convulsed and stretched Standing up, it was extremely painful, but held back comfortably, biting my lip and never moaning...
So exciting.
After the monk left, he couldn't hold back any longer. He raised Chu nightning's weak long leg, put it on his shoulders, and invaded him more and more fiercely and powerfully from the side.
"Wanning, don't bear it anymore, there's no one left."
But Chu nightning's consciousness is already scattered, but only remember that there must be no sound. Stepping Xianjun leaned over and kissed his blood-stained lips, swallowing the rusty smell.
"There is no one..."
He turned Chu nightning over again and let people lie in front of him and be advanced. The hot, hard, hot cock was shoved into the already wet and sticky pussy, and a pair of hands reached in front to caress and rub the man's strong and tearful chest. His throat twitched, gasping loudly during the fiery sex.
"Is it comfortable? Isn't the thorn irritating?"
"..." Chu nightning's forehead was hidden in front of the out-of-focus eyes, and half of his handsome face was hidden behind the messy soft quilt cushion. With the illusion of wearing it all, he slightly opened his thin lips and tightened his fingers on the satin.
The person behind him is getting faster and faster, almost in a frenetic rhythm, and when he finally ejaculates, he enters so deeply that it seems that even the sac is about to be squeezed in together.
The semen was sprayed in the depths of his already wet and sticky tunnel, and Chu nightning was so excited that he shuddered - the ink burned like this, he knew where his sensitive points were, and every time he vented, he would be against that The spot came out, and the thick semen made his scalp tingle, he couldn't help closing his eyes slightly, and moaned: "Ah..."
But this is not the end.
The ink burned with energy, but just pressed on him for a while, and the genitals buried in his body swelled again. Mo Ran opened his dark eyes and stared at Chu nightning through his slightly sweaty forehead.
His eyes burned inch by inch.
From wet and blurred eyes to bitten lips.
All the way down, suddenly buried his head again, choked his chest bulging. Chu nightning, who had long been distracted by his consciousness, was caught off guard, and he could not help but let out a groan, and then his legs were raised high again - he took a breath and suffered the re-emergence of the fiery genitals in his body.
"Ah... ah..."
He shook his head and heard his grunting and moaning, he couldn't help but raised his hand to his lips and bit it.
The light in his eyes became more and more broken.
The body was already wet, and the semen that had just burned in his body became lubricated, making a sticky sound of water in the two people's glue-like love.
"Don't bite yourself, let go."
Where would Chu Xiaoning listen to him, he still clenched his wrist and tried to block the voice. The ink burned and scolded, holding the couch with one hand, and grabbing Chu nightning's arm with the other hand and pulling him down.
"hug me."
"what are you doing… !"
Without giving him time to react, Mo Ran took him from the low couch, and all the weight of the man who lost his support was placed on Mo Ran.
The ink burned and smiled slowly, kissing him: "You are not too heavy."
As he said that, he hugged him like this, and wanted to go to the inner hall.
However, his angry penis was still inserted into his master's body. This position made him push his head deep into the intestinal wall with every step he took.
I don't know if it's a coincidence or intentional, the burning hot glans is in the position of the numbness that Chu nightning can't stand the most. Stubbornly refused to cry out, only a pair of black eyes stared fiercely at the apprentice in front of him.
"What do you always see me doing?"
The ink burned and chuckled, and suddenly he didn't leave, but he still hugged Chu nightning's legs, and pushed it up slightly.
"Want this?"
"…!"
It's too shameful, but the body has already been sensitive to the burning of the ink. Chu nightning frowned, gasping for breath, and his face couldn't help but turn red.
He could clearly feel the viscous body fluid flowing down from the junction of the two, and as the ink burned in and out, the lewdness below became more and more outrageous.
The ink burned and held him for a while, and seemed to be unable to bear it. He glanced darkly at the apse, as if tired of the long journey. He simply pressed the person in the hall where he usually went up, on the cold ground - he didn't want to wait any longer, he just felt that the lower body was wrapped in warm and slippery, so comfortable, so he pressed Chu nightning on the ground like this, buttocks His hips twitched violently, and he stabbed it inwardly.
"Ah... ah..."
When the insertion was the most enthusiastic and crazy, the soul seemed to be sucked out. Rao is Chu nightning no matter how tolerant, he couldn't help but lose his consciousness in this violent sex.
His legs were weakly wide open, hanging on the waist of Mo Ran's tight and sturdy waist, and his body trembled with the passion of the man. For a moment, he even felt that Mo Ran wanted to kill him like this. …
The Wushan Temple was cloudy and rainy, and there were no other people on the majestic temple, only two naked entanglement of grievances.
The ink burned and panted, and the sweat gathered in the waist and abdomen. He hugged and hugged the master who was stunned by himself. He worked hard under it, and heard Chu nightning's low and depressed humming in his ears. And the occasional unstoppable moan.
"Night Ning..."
The fiery kiss stifled the slightly opened lips of Chu Wanning, because the manipulation was too frenetic, the meridian blood vessels between the ink-burning necks were bulging, the fire-like temperature, and the fire-like eyes.
He rubbed him and entangled him. After a long time, in this lingering kiss and rapid and enthusiastic confrontation, the ink burned and slammed Chu Wanning to the ground, covering Chu Wanning's gasping mouth and nose, Only the pair of eyes that were out of focus were left.
He finally stabbed it twice with force, and then pushed it in so deeply that his toes were slightly whitish when they touched the ground.
"I'm going to ejaculate... Wanning... Is it here?"
Chu nightning has been driven crazy by his monster-like violence and energy. His hands are weakly hanging on the cold stone surface, and his body is completely opened by the ink, and he can't help shaking slightly because of the stimulation and pain.
The ink burned low, the voice was sexy, and the pupil color was deep. He broke the face of Chu nightning: "Here? Huh?"
The huge and full glans pressed against the numbness in the depths of Chu nightning's body, and one of them made Chu nightning open his slightly closed eyes, and there was a thin red that was unwilling to be humiliated at the end of his eyes...
He shuddered under the ink, but was hugged tightly by a pair of big hands. The ink burned in his ear and panted hotly: "Don't move baby, it's coming... ah..."
When ejaculating, the man groaned in a low voice, and then the thick love liquid spurted out forcefully, all poured into the deepest part of Chu Wanning's body, so that Chu Wanning couldn't help but close his eyes and spasm, all over his body like thunder and lightning Passing through, it is extremely numb, and the soul comes out of the body.
"Wanning, are you comfortable? Did I make you feel good?"
Chu nightning often couldn't answer anything at that time, whether it was scolding or scolding, there was nothing.
He has long lost his mind, his long, smooth legs are spread wide, and his legs are full of his apprentice's semen...
After that, they often do it again on the throne of the hall, or on the steps, or even against the wall. The fierceness and wildness of stepping on Xianjun is almost destructive.
If this kind of sex is what you want, it can be called ecstasy, so even with the meaning of revenge and abuse, it is still extremely happy.
At this moment, in the depths of Jiaoshan, Step Xianjun stared at the clear face of Chu Wanning.
He silently recalled the events of the year, but there was a faint curiosity in his heart.
He didn't know if Chu Wanning had any curiosity back then, why he was so energetic, but Song Qiutong did nothing.
In fact, although he once favored that woman, he always had a bad taste, and he didn't want him to have a child with Song Qiutong. Even if he was looking for fun, he would avoid letting her get pregnant. He didn't even want to ejaculate in her soft and gentle village, and let her give birth to children for him, perhaps because of his background, he always felt that two people who could live together without deep friendship should not have children.
But it's strange to say that he hates Chu Wanning so much, but he always thinks that if his concubine Chu is raped by him day and night, it would be nice to be pregnant with his blood.
Desire to conquer
revenge
Possessive? Still a more humiliating punishment than being seized.
he does not know.
In such self-paralysis, he dragged Chu nightning to the abyss of sin and lust with him again and again.