The layout of the stone room was unobstructed. There were walls on three sides and a fence with a red magic sheen on the other side. There was only a simple stone bed covered with thatch in the room.
He was lying on the stone bed, his hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and when he shook the shackles, the shackles rattled. What's worse, he found that his spiritual power seemed to be restrained by some kind of spell and could not be cast at all. . When I was full of anxiety, I suddenly heard a "squeak", and looked sideways, two Jiaomen entered.
"You!" Mo Ran immediately said angrily, "You group of lunatics! What the hell is going on? What do you want to do? Where is my brother? Going to go to the palace!... Hey! I ask you! "
However, no matter how the ink burned and shouted and scolded, the two scorpions were deaf. They put the man wrapped in red fox velvet on the stone bed with expressionless faces.
Mo gas said: "You two little loach—"
"What's the noise?" One of the Jiaoren finally spoke, with a very contemptuous voice, "You are the essence of the wood spirit, I can't lose you."
Another Jiao Ren also sneered: "Where is it that I can't lose you, it's obviously taking advantage of you."
Mo gas was about to vomit blood: "What are you going to do! What are you doing with me locked here? What did you bring to this bed?!"
"What did we carry?" a Jiao Ren asked back.
"Of course it's someone you like." Another Jiao Ren said.
The fingertips of the ink are cold, and they are extremely shocked: "... Teacher?"
Jiao Ren did not deny it, and sneered: "The spring night is too short, you have such a good fate, and tonight I will let you love and make good friends. After this is done, you will know why God has arranged it so painstakingly."
Leaving after words.
The house was dead silent.
The ink-burning hands and feet were restrained and could not move. The passage of time became blurred, and it was difficult for him to know how long it had passed, and even though he struggled so hard that his wrists and ankles were fraying, he couldn't break free.
Panting slightly, he turned his head to look at the fox fur wrapped around a living person. The fur was tightly tied, and the man was covered from head to toe. Only a strand of long black hair was exposed from the edge of the quilt. Getting the ink burns is heart-wrenching and flustered.
Although he doesn't know why the pervert of Gouchen Shanggong arranged this way, but if he can really be greedy with the teacher for a while...
Thinking of this, I can't think about it anymore.
It seems that any more evil thoughts are blasphemy against that beautiful person.
The ink burned and stared at the dome of the stone room, breathing heavily and suffocating, it seemed that there was a heavy weight on the chest, it was obviously something that I had longed for for so long, but I really had the opportunity to do it, I felt awkward and uncomfortable.
As the thoughts went up and down, the filthy excitement at first slowly subsided, and he gradually calmed down.
Gou Chen Shang Palace is designed like this, it is always more fortunate and less fortunate. If it's not good for you, it's okay, if it hurts the teacher for no reason, how can you endure it
What's more, this matter is forced by others, and the teacher himself is not willing. Although he is a scumbag, he wants to protect the person he likes, not hurt. So no matter what kind of evil method is used to hook Chen Shanggong, when the teacher wakes up, he will definitely not bully others.
After a long silence, he suddenly felt that someone beside him moved slightly, and the person beside him finally woke up.
The ink burned and turned to look, and said dumbly: "Master-"
Before he could say anything, he swiped on the tip of his tongue, swallowed it whole again, and after the Adam's apple rolled abruptly, he spit out the second half of the word.
"Respect?"
Master? !
Mo Xiaoxian Jun, who was still persistent in his beliefs and firm eyes just a moment ago, when he saw the face exposed in the fox fur, only felt that all the tall buildings and buildings had collapsed, and the battlement line that had been built up in his chest was instantly razed to the ground and turned into pieces. , crackled and cracked clean.
Those things are protected, what will not bully others, what will never defile each other, a slap on the face is louder than a slap.
The ink burned face is blue.
He is now finally sure that the people living under Jin Chengchi, with Gou Chen Shanggong as the chief evil, are all fucking blind! !
Does he like Chu Wanning
Pooh!
Whether it's a fox or a scorpion, I really don't know how those guys identified his Mo Weiyu's sweetheart as Chu Wanning. Could it be that he saw that he once slept, and now he still wants to sleep with Chu Wanning? Simply ridiculous! Do you like someone, just like to sleep with him
Jun Mo Xiaoxian roared in his heart righteously. But he couldn't say a word, just stared at Chu nightning and slowly opened the phoenix eyes.
…
It's dying.
He seemed to hear a click and something broke in his mind.
After a few moments, something was burned out of the ruins in the heart, exuding a stench, black ashes, and distorted heat.
Very hot.
It was like a deadly dark night that suddenly swam past an evil dragon spitting flames, and it was like the rushing lava and billowing fire suddenly erupted in the silent abyss.
Those who said that they were rational and calm, all turned into indistinguishable coke shadows in this deceiving firelight...
He didn't expect this to be the case.
Chu nightning's sharp and sharp eyes in the past, with a drowsy sleepiness, seemed lazy and trance. It was as if it had rained in the bamboo forest, and the thousand leaves and thousand sounds were all wet.
He sat up slowly, from the expression on his face, he seemed to be controlled by something and lost his consciousness, the red fox fur slipped from his shoulders, he was not wearing anything, so he was naked, exposing a large area of tight skin, and that The blue and red on the shoulders are full of traces of love—
how so…
The ink burned and felt that he was going crazy.
who did it
Who did such a thing to his... his... his master
He is Chu nightning...
Every inch of bone is trembling finely, and the blood of hate is roaring.
That is Chu nightning!
Who moved him!
is his-
The ink burns so hate, and even no longer considers that Chu nightning does not belong to him in this life, and does not belong to anyone. In his eyes, he only saw Chu Wanning's strong and well-proportioned body, as well as the unfamiliar bruises on the familiar body.
"Master!!"
Chu nightning didn't seem to hear him hoarse and twisted low drink, but dropped the eyelashes, like a puppet at the mercy of others, leaned over, stroked the burning face, looked at him for a moment, and then closed his eyes Approaching, with thin water-permeable lips, holding the ink-burning lips.
He was rarely kissed by Chu Wanning actively. At the touch of a touch, the four fields were scorched, and there were crazy and gorgeous colors in front of him, and his heart was beating frantically.
Chu nightning may be cold and his body is very cold, but the intense entanglement of lips and teeth is not inferior. Mo Ran is still extremely painful and jealous because of his humiliation, but he is tempted by this familiar man , and even more stinging and stimulating.
After a kiss, the ink burned and breathed heavily and opened his eyes, but when he saw that Chu nightning's eyes were bright and his skin was thin and red, it was actually a look of deep love and desire. To hold his face.
However, he was bound by the shackles and could not move his hands and feet. Chu nightning glanced at the iron lock and did not speak, but sat up and wanted to ride on it. The ink burned the throat, swallowed, and cast a glance at him, but saw Chu night Ning Yun's long and sturdy legs, and the stickiness that a man understood slowly fell with the action...
Immediately, his eyes were red, and his canthus was completely split, and he jumped to sit up, but was pulled back by the iron chain and fell heavily on the bed.
"who is it… "
I couldn't bear it any longer, and the ink burned almost insanely, like a beast trapped in a cage.
"Who the hell did this to you!!! I killed him! I killed him!!!!"
It doesn't matter whether he is Gouchen Shanggong or Tianwang Laozi, whether he is a god or a devil or a ghost or a Buddha - he is the Emperor Treading Immortal! Chu nightning is a person who steps on Xianjun! Even if he is now trapped in this boyhood body, he is still the emperor of the human world in his bones. Who touched him - fuck your mother, who touched him? He ink light rain, he stepped on the person of Xianjun! ! !
"Ink burns!"
It seems that someone is calling him.
But the endless anger burned his ears and eyes, and he seemed to hear and seemed to not be able to hear.
"Ink burning!!"
... kill them all. Intolerable, what the hell? Why did he lose his spiritual power, why he couldn't summon a ghost - he was going to lose his mind.
Great shame, great hatred - great shame, great hatred!
Who dares to touch Chu Wanning? After he was with Chu Wanning in the previous life, even if someone looked at Wan Ye Yuheng one more time, he could pull out that person's eyes and let him eat it himself! At night, put Chu nightning under the body and fuck until both of them are exhausted, but this life-
"Ink Rain!!!"
Who is calling him, so entangled.
But the voice was so familiar.
I seem to have heard it somewhere...
wrong.
It seems that I can often hear it everywhere, and the owner of this voice seems to have accompanied him through endless years...
"Mo Weiyu, wake me up! Are you crazy? What are you doing?!"
"!!!"
Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes.
He followed the direction of the voice and saw outside the secret cell, dressed in white clothes, with a fierce look, anxious expression, swords drawn between his eyebrows, all in a state of killing, who is not Chu Wanning!
"Master!?" The ink burned pale.
The one on his bed is—
Turning his head suddenly, the face so close at hand can almost scare him to death! Where is Chu nightning? It is clearly a dead monster with a fox face!
Speaking of dead monsters, this death is not for chatting or decoration.
The one lying on his back, the one who had just kissed him passionately, was really a dead thing.
This fox demon has empty eyes, pale skin, and is no longer angry.
Mo Ran thought that he had just been bewitched by the blindfolding method. He kissed such a thing and almost didn't spit it out directly. His face was so bad: "What the hell is going on!"
Chu nightning was outside the cell, with a spell between his two fingers, and when he saw that the dead fox demon stopped moving at the moment, he knew that the talisman was a critical moment. Chu nightning cast a spell in the air and pulled it from the fox corpse of.
As soon as he was ruthless, the talisman paper suddenly poured out a large amount of black and red blood, and with a scream, the talisman paper instantly turned into a little bit of scorched gray.
Chu nightning opened his palm, and the scattered scorched black slowly gathered in his hand, gradually condensing into a black chess piece. He stared at the chess piece, and his face became very ugly.
"It's really a Zhenlong chess game..." Chu Wanning murmured, and suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the ink, "When you are sick, what does Shi Mingjing cook for you most often? Say!"
"Ah? Ah..." The ink burned too many times in a short period of time. At this time, his mind was in chaos, and he said, "You, what are you asking about this?"
Chu nightning sternly said: "Come on!"
"... copy hands."
Chu nightning only looked slightly slower, but his eyebrows did not show at all. He said: "Mo Ran, listen, that hook Chen Shanggong is fake, not the deity of the god of ten thousand soldiers. This person makes good use of virtual images, and Mastered the Zhenlong chess game, one of the three forbidden techniques. Therefore, I have to be careful, worrying that you are also an illusion created by him."
The ink burned and was about to cry out of grievance: "What would I do if I was locked in a phantom!"
Chu nightning: "... I'll save you now."
The ink burned and nodded again and again, and asked: "Yes, Master, what about Master and Xue Meng?"
"Just like you, I was intoxicated in the drink and was locked elsewhere." Seeing the burning look, Chu nightning said again, "You don't have to worry, they are all fine. But the danger here is unpredictable, I order They wait outside, and when you go out, you can see them."
As for the Zhenlong chess game, Chu nightning has no more explanation, and there is no need to explain.
One of the most powerful and notorious three forbidden techniques in the cultivation world.
As the name suggests, the Zhenlong chess game refers to using others as chess pieces and laying it out for yourself. The caster often does not appear on the battlefield in person, but lives in a dark place, laying a chessboard in front of him, manipulating the opposite shells of the chess pieces, so that the living, dead, beasts, animals and birds in the world work for them. The creatures who hit the Zhenlong chess game will be loyal to the caster to the death, and if they are dead, they will fight to the point of being crushed to pieces.
However, depending on the mana of the caster, the things that can be activated are also different. The easiest way is to drive people or animals that have just died, then the ones that have been dead for a long time, and then the living animals and birds. When you reach the highest level, you can control the living.
There are very few people in the world who can practice the Zhenlong chess game to the extreme, but in the era when the ink burned and proclaimed the emperor, he had already practiced the Zhenlong chess game to the point of becoming a realm. At that time, in the life-and-death battle with Chu Wanning, he laid out a hundred-foot long scroll, splashed ink as a chessboard, and sprinkled beans into soldiers.
In that battle, hundreds of thousands of chess pieces fell at the same time, so the bird feathers covered the sky, the golden crow sank in the west, the flood dragon broke the water, and the sea turned waves. The ink burned summoned endless beasts and birds, and controlled the endless army of living people. Such a scene, even Shura hell is hard to see.
Right now, this fox corpse is obviously manipulated through the Zhenlong chess game, but in addition to the Zhenlong chess game, there is another layer of magic - blindness.
According to legend, after the ancestor of the Qingqiu fox clan died, the fur left behind was made into seven, seven and forty-nine fox fur magic weapons of different sizes. As long as you take someone's blood, drip it on the fox fur, and then cover anything with the fur, even if it is wrapped in a piece of rotten wood, you can turn into the object of that person's desire.
This fox corpse is wrapped with this kind of magic weapon, but its changes can only be seen in the eyes of the owner of blood. In the eyes of others, what is still or what, will not change at all.
It didn't take much effort to rescue the ink burn. After successfully getting people out, Chu nightning almost explained the reason to him.
The biggest puzzlement of the ink burning is: "Master, how do you know that Gou Chen Shanggong is fake?"
The author has something to say:
The game I played today is to use the input method to enter the initials of each character, and see what the input method can jump out!
Chu nightning: pet bird (???)
Ink burning: No one (no one what? No one likes it hahaha)
Xue Meng: Below (hungry or not, the young master will give you food below)
Teacher: s m (…Why is my input method so impure?)
Mei Hanxue: Pretty funny (what's so funny! flip the table)
Ye Wangxi: Use WeChat (really foreign... )
Xue Zhengyi: homework (hahahaha uncle is so miserable)
Mrs. Wang: from Weifang (don't arbitrarily decide the birthplace for Mrs. Wang!)
What is the broken input method, you can uninstall it, wave your hand