Chu nightning couldn't think about it, and reached out to hold him. In the warm spring water, the skin of the two people was close to each other, and the ink burned suddenly felt a spark of electric current from the tail vertebra, which caused goose bumps all over the body.
Although in Honglian Shuixie, he also hugged the almost naked Chu Wanning, but the situation was critical at that time, and he couldn't think about it at all, so he didn't have much impression.
However, at this time, he put one hand on Chu nightning's chest, and one hand subconsciously supported the waist of the master, and the underwater legs were rubbed together. The brain exploded with a bang.
He treats Chu nightning...
I just touched the other person's waist like this, and didn't do anything, just...
The reaction was violent, and the river flowed.
"Master, Master, I—"
He struggled to stand up straight, but his already hot lower body pushed against the opponent in this hasty struggle.
Chu nightning's eyes widened all of a sudden, and the handsome face flashed in astonishment for a moment, and immediately retreated at random, that is, at the same time, the water droplets just hanging on his eyelashes fell into the eyes, and Chu nightning was stimulated, He quickly closed his eyes and wanted to rub, but there was no bath towel to wipe.
"Master, use mine."
The ink burned so embarrassed that he was blushing, but he wanted to pretend to be okay, and took his towel to wipe the water droplets on Chu nightning's face.
When Chu night Ning Shu opened his phoenix eyes, he was puzzled and stunned, and there was a faint panic. But these were all fleeting, and he quickly tried to calm himself down, pretending he didn't feel anything, and said in a hoarse voice, "Aroma, pass it to me."
"Oh... oh good."
The ink burned like a cooked crab and walked to the side of the pool, picking up the aromatherapy box on the shore.
"Master, what flavor do you want?"
"casual."
The ink burned and dizzy, looked at the box blankly for a long time, and turned his head sincerely: "There is no random spice."
Chu nightning: "..."
After a pause, he sighed: "Plum blossoms, Haitang."
"it is good."
Mo Ran picked up two fragrant tablets and handed them to Chu Wanning.
When the two of them touched their fingertips, there was a flurry of embarrassment.
Even if you don't want to, you still can't get rid of those memories of the past.
If it was before, he should have been eagerly entangled with him by the pool. In front of him, there was even a situation in which Chu nightning was half-kneeling, lying on the ground, bearing his own fiery, fierce and hot love, and the master endured the stars. Half-closed, trembling, but still being fucked to orgasm by myself...
The ink can no longer stand, and the instinctive desire of the male makes his eyes red. He didn't dare to look at Chu Wanning again. He felt that even if he looked at the teacher now, it would be safer than watching Chu Wanning.
how so…
How can this be so
After washing in a hurry, while the other three were still soaking, the ink burned vaguely and said that he was sleepy and went back to sleep first.
Go back to the room and lock the door.
The ink burns can no longer be tolerated, and relieves his own desires. He doesn't want to imagine the appearance of Chu Wanning at this time. He would rather be a sudden beauty to imagine the teacher. This will also make his troubled heart feel better.
But the body and thoughts are out of control. What flashed in front of him was the love between him and Chu nightning. Those bone-biting passions seemed to be opened tonight, and they rushed back to the brain crazily. , accompanied by a sense of trembling after bursts of destruction.
He treated himself almost roughly, as if entangled in the man, and when he was on the verge of collapse, he raised his neck, both unwilling and gasping vaguely.
A name subconsciously spit out from the throat.
“Night Ning…”
Saying these two words, he snorted, trembled slightly, and released it without reservation, the palm of his hand was wet...
After venting, the ink burned his forehead against the cold wall. Confused in his eyes.
Shame, guilt, disgust, irritation.
He never expected that after he was reborn, he would have such a strong reaction to Chu nightning.
He suddenly hated himself.
Although, in the previous life, he never got a teacher, and his vigorous energy was vented in the flowers. But that seemingly amorous indiscretion is actually nothing to him.
After extinguishing the candle, it was just a cloud over the rain, just like everyone else.
Even Rong Jiu, who was a little moved, was just a little bit similar to the teacher's eyebrows.
But for Chu Wanning's feelings, it is completely different. He can clearly realize that it's just an imagination, not a real fusion, and he can feel the intense pleasure that he can't feel in those little waiters, it's not physical, and...
He didn't want to think about it any longer.
What he loves is the teacher, it was in the past, it will be in the future, and it will never change.
After telling myself several times, Mo Ran slowly calmed down, frowned, and closed his eyes.
He was anxious, annoyed, and more of a sad grievance.
He didn't want that.
When the lust came, he couldn't help thinking about Chu Wanning. Love and desire to retreat, he no longer wants to think about anything related to Chu nightning, even a strand of hair, a look.
He is almost paranoid that he likes, deeply loves.
It's a teacher...
Also in the confusion is Master Chu.
After all, he intuitively and deeply felt the desire to burn the ink. The boy's body developed very well, and he was very shocked. When he was excited, it was hot and hot, like iron ready to go.
Although Chu nightning's face quickly regained his composure, and he never mentioned it later, the feeling made his scalp numb and he couldn't believe it.
What made it even more difficult for him to speak was that he actually had a reaction at the time.
Fortunately, he was thin-skinned, and even when he was in the hot spring, he was used to wearing a bathrobe, and his whole body was well covered, so that no one could see him, otherwise his face would have no place to rest.
But why is the ink burning...
At night, he was lying in bed, thinking silently for a long time, and he didn't dare to imagine - maybe Mo Ran also likes himself.
This idea is just too crazy and too shameful.
Just thought carefully, "Maybe the ink burns also like-"
The word "self" didn't have time to appear in my mind, and Chu nightning pinched himself fiercely. A pair of phoenix eyes are bright and clear, but they flicker and hide.
He didn't even dare to think of the sentence in its entirety.
After all, he is fierce and loves to beat people, his mouth is poisonous and his temper is not good, he does not look like a master, and he is not too young. Even if the ink burns likes men, he will not be blind to himself.
He was so proud.
But in his heart, because he has been neglected for too long and feared for too long, in such a long and lonely walk, he gradually became inferior to the dust.
Wake up the next day.
Mo Ran and Chu Wanning met in the aisle of the inn. They both had their own concerns and glanced at each other without speaking to each other first.
In the end, it was the ink burning that pretended to be nothing, and smiled at the night of Chu Chu: "Master."
Chu nightning breathed a sigh of relief. He just didn't know how to deal with it. Seeing that Mo Ran chose to keep silent about what happened yesterday, then he was just as good as he was, as usual, and nodded lightly.
"Since it's up, let's call the teacher up, let's prepare, and we can go to Xuying Peak."
The peak of Xuying Peak is covered with snow all year round, and it is very cold. Even a strong immortal cultivator can hardly match such a severe cold. Chu nightning went to the tailor shop to buy cloaks and gloves to keep out the cold for the apprentices, and let them wear them when it was cold.
The proprietress who was smoking a hookah grinned with a big red mouth to solicit from side to side, and said to Mo Ran for a while: "Xiao Xianjun looks heroic and valiant, you look at the golden dragon on the black bottom, and this Shu embroidery is the best, just light. This dragon's eye, I crafted it carefully, and it took me more than three months to complete it."
The ink burned and smiled: "Sister's mouth is so sweet, but unfortunately I am going up the mountain to ask for a sword, so I don't have to wear it so solemnly."
The proprietress saw that this could not be done, and she held the teacher again: "Oh, this Xianjun looks so beautiful, he looks more beautiful than the most beautiful girl in Daicheng. Xianjun, want me to say, this butterfly play Peony's red cloak suits you best, try it?"
The teacher smiled bitterly: "Boss lady, that's what my daughter wears."
Xue Meng didn't like to go shopping and look at clothes, so he pretended to be aloof and refused to come over, just waiting in the same place. Chu nightning chose a cloak with a black bottom and a purple edge for him, and the cornice of the windbag was surrounded by a circle of rabbit fur and white edges.
The proprietress said: "Xianjun, you are wearing a little small clothes, and the figure of a teenager is about the same."
Chu nightning said lightly: "I bought it for my apprentice."
"Oh, oh oh." The proprietress suddenly realized, and immediately smiled, "What a good master."
It may be the first time in his life that he has been called a "good master". Chu nightning's body is stiff, and although his face is stretched, he walks several steps with his hands and feet.
In the end, the ink burned and picked up a blue-gray cloak. The teacher was moon-white. Chu nightning took a plain white one, a black bottom and a purple border, settled the account, and went to turn with Xue Meng.
When Xue Meng saw his cloak, his eyes widened.
Chu nightning didn't know why: "What's wrong?"
"No, nothing."
However, when Chu nightning turned his head and walked away, Xue Meng thought that he couldn't hear it, so he looked at the piping of the cloak with disgust and whispered: "Purple? I don't like purple."
Unexpectedly, Chu nightning's voice came coldly: "It's long-winded, you don't wear it and you go up naked."
Xue Meng: "..."
After rushing to the last section of the road unhurriedly, the four of them finally arrived at the foot of Xu Yingfeng before the sky darkened.
Xu Yingfeng is full of spiritual energy, and there are many spirit beasts and birds. Even a Taoist priest does not dare to go up the mountain rashly.
However, there is no need to worry about this. Chu nightning condensed three night begonia flowers out of thin air, which has the effect of expelling spirits and evil spirits. It is worn between the waist seals of the three apprentices, and then he said: "Let's go. ."
The ink burned up and looked at the majestic peaks and peaks hidden in the night, the ancient beasts were dead and lying, and there were thousands of emotions in the end.
That year, he told the world, the sun and the moon in Xuying Peak, the demons, ghosts and demons, he was no longer satisfied with stepping on the fairy in the comprehension world, and he wanted to claim himself the master of the human world.
Also in that year, in Xuying Peak, he married one wife and one concubine at the same time.
He still remembers the face of that wife, Song Qiutong, a peerless beauty in the comprehension world. From a certain angle, the facial features look like a teacher.
He is not a person who cares about etiquette and shame, and he did not follow the cumbersome rules of three matchmaking and six hires. At that time, he just held Song Qiutong's slender hand and the woman covered with the red scarf, and went up the stairs, ten thousand steps, They walked for over an hour.
Later, Song Qiutong had pain in his legs and feet and could not walk.
Mo Ran has a bad temper, and if she lifts her hijab, it will kill her.
But under the hazy moonlight, Song Qiutong's delicate eyes with grievances and forbearance looked like the old man who turned into bones in Jiuquan.
The words of disgust condensed in the mouth, trembling a little, and finally said:
"Master, I will carry you."
Song Qiutong is based on seniority. If he is in the same family as him, it is indeed his junior sister, so she was only slightly taken aback by this title, and also said that the ink burned out the whole door of Confucianism, so naturally the Confucianism was returned to the top of life and death, called It's not impossible for the junior sister, so she smiled and said, "Okay."
The last few thousand steps, stepping on the Immortal Monarch, the Lord of the Human Realm, and the Monarch of Darkness, just like that, step by step, steadily carrying the beautiful bride in red dress, to the top of the mountain.
He lowered his head and looked at the mottled figures on the ground, the strange postures, overlapping together.
He smiled, his throat was dumb: "Master, I will be the lord of Human World in the future. From now on, no one can hurt you again."
The woman lying behind him didn't know what to say, hesitated for a while, and gave a low "um".
The voice was very light, perhaps because it was too light, the female voice was not so obvious, and it sounded a little vague.
The ink-burning eyes were red in the place where no one saw it, and he said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, this day made you wait too long."
Song Qiutong also said that Mo Ran liked her for a long time, so he said gently: "Husband..."
This woman's voice was clear and crisp, like Guerlain's dew, and it was very pleasant to hear.
But the ink-burning footsteps suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"… nothing."
Going forward and continuing to walk, the burning voice is no longer hoarse, and the faint tremors are also eliminated.
After a pause, he said, "Just call me Ah Ran in the future."
Song Qiutong was quite surprised, and he didn't dare to call Ta Xianjun like that, he hesitated: "Husband, this... I'm afraid..."
The tone of the ink burned suddenly and fiercely: "If you don't listen, I will throw you off the top of the mountain!"
"A, A Ran!" Song Qiutong quickly changed his words, "A Ran, I was wrong."
The ink burns no longer speak.
He lowered his head, kept silent, and continued to walk forward.
Shadows on the ground are still shadows.
When you look at it later, you will find that it is really just a shadow.
It's all fake.
What he has, in the end, is only a phantom.
Ultimately delusional.
"Teacher."
"Huh?" The person walking beside the ink burned turned his head. Thousands of leaves and thousands of voices, grass and trees rustled, and the moonlight illuminated his stunning face, "A Ran, what's wrong?"
"Are you... tired of walking?" Mo Ran glanced at Chu Wanning and Xue Meng who were walking in front, and whispered, "If you are tired, I will carry you."
Before the teacher spoke, Chu nightning turned back.
He glanced at Mo Ran coldly: "Is Shi Mingjing's leg broken, need you to be brave?"
The teacher said hurriedly: "Master, Ah Ran is just joking, don't be angry."
Chu nightning lowered his eyebrows, the eyebrows were sharp, and the fire was faintly flowing in his eyes: "It's ridiculous, what am I so angry about."
After he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and walked away.
Ink burning: "..."
Teacher: "..."
"Master is not happy..."
"It's not that you don't know him." Mo Ran whispered in the ear of the teacher, "The heart is smaller than the tip of the needle, and he is cold-blooded and ruthless, and he does not allow others to be friends and brothers."
After wrinkling his nose, he lowered his voice and concluded, "It's very annoying."
Chu nightning in front suddenly sternly said: "Mo Weiyu, you say one more word, believe it or not, I will throw you down the mountain!"
The ink burned seemed to shut up interestingly, but he secretly glanced at the teacher with a smile, and said with a mouth shape:
You see, am I right
The author has something to say:
Today, the teacher at the Xiuzhen Academy assigned a homework to the students, using the phrase "it's impossible" in a sentence.
Ink burning: If you like a person, do you like his body? Impossible.
Chu nightning: If you like someone, do you have to say it? Impossible.
Teacher: Will my appearance be similar to the girl's family? Impossible.
Xue Meng: As a straight man, am I willing to wear a gay purple cloak? Impossible.
Mrs. Wang: As a straight man, wouldn't you climb a mountain with three gay guys without wearing naked? Impossible.
Xue Zhengyi: Elder Yuheng is so calcium, there will be straight men under him? Impossible.
Song Qiutong: As a cannon fodder, will the emperor marry me in this life? Impossible.
Meat Bun: Erha is so scumbag today, will there be no little angels to scold him in the comment area? Impossible.