Xie Zhiwei knew that the system was determined to punish him this time, and did not communicate with him for three whole days, leaving him with nowhere to go.
On the first day, Xie Zhiwei could still feel the pleasure, but on the second day, the back of Hei Lang's blood had completely disappeared, and he felt the burning pain in his back.
However, Mu Yu was a natural born stallion. Leaving aside other things, his skill in bed is overshadowed by a grass python hero. In the original book, Ye Yushu has experienced many battles, and the persistence is not a problem, let alone Xie Zhiwei who can't say that she can't move underneath her body.
At the beginning, Mu Yu was able to say a few sarcastic words with resentment, but then he seemed to forget the time and just kept working hard.
By the third day, Xie Zhiwei already felt that the place where he was entered was not his, and his whole body was sore and numb—the feeling that the girls in the original book experienced was superimposed on him alone, dying.
The figure in the mirror swayed, and the smile under the pressure was faint, while the one above who was working hard was expressionless.
... very weird.
It's no one who has Xiaoxiao being raped, and Xie Zhiwei feels that he has one more advantage than the inflatable doll at this time, that is, he is durable.
If he hadn't practiced for many years, he would have been crippled long ago.
In a daze, Xie Zhiwei felt that Mu Ku turned him over again and started to face him head on.
Mu Yu's eyes were red, but the blood on his lips was very pale. These three days were very exhausting, not to mention that he was having hallucinations, and his spiritual power was draining very quickly. Xie Zhiwei only begged him to exhaust his spiritual power quickly so that this torture could end.
But before Mu Yu's spiritual power was exhausted, the bastard system showed mercy: "The three-day self-protection program is over, I believe you have deeply understood the essence of this character design, I hope you continue to abide by the professionalism of an actor, enjoy using it~ "
Xie Zhiwei seemed to have grasped at a life-saving straw, and immediately clicked in tremblingly.
He originally wanted to hit the grass python hero directly, but when he thought about the background of the incident he was in now, he gave up. He ran to the system and said, "I! Protest! Discuss!"
System: "Please describe in detail the problems encountered during use, this system will serve you wholeheartedly."
Xie Zhiwei sneered: "Which one will smile and keep silent when being raped? If the male lead is sober, he will definitely be frightened, and even leave a lifetime shadow! You have so many dramas in one system, does your boss know?"
"Hello, the self-protection program is a stress measure for the edge of OOC. Like silence, smiling is also a punishment. This system chooses the most suitable punishment method to serve you intimately."
Dare to feel that this is punishment, hehehehe, it sounds high-sounding.
Xie Zhi said angrily: "Even if this doesn't matter. Then I denied my identity in a hurry, and it didn't cause serious consequences. Oh yes, the only bad thing is that I suffered personal injury, but I also took it myself. Why do you clear it?" Zero my sense of existence? I refuse to accept it!"
"..." The system seemed to be lost in thought.
Xie Zhiwei said again: "And I have a way to make up for it. I request that the presence index be returned."
After a while, the system finally nodded: "What you said is true, but your serious violation and disregard of the rules is also true. The system will return two stars as appropriate to ensure your follow-up progress. Please use it with caution."
Only two, but better than nothing.
Xie Zhiwei heaved a sigh of relief, stayed in the system for 20 minutes, and made enough mental preparations before he bit the bullet and was kicked out.
At the same time, the smiling face in the mirror collapsed.
Xie Zhiwei's face turned pale, his lips trembled, almost dying. He didn't even have the strength to frown, but the twitching in his body was still going on tirelessly.
Every movement can bring about subtle changes in his face, he gasped for several times, and then raised his strength and said: "Stop... stop..."
His voice has become hoarse due to not speaking for a long time, panting all the time and damaging his vocal cords. These two words did not reach the delirious Mu Qian's ears at all.
Even, when Mu Qu was so excited, he accelerated his speed.
He pressed heavily on Xie Zhiwei's body, and opened his mouth to bite the flesh on the side of Xie Zhiwei's neck—he had already bit Xie Zhiwei almost all over his body in the past two days, very hard.
Xie Zhi gave a muffled snort, and instinctively raised his head.
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Soon, Mu Xi's whole body became stiff.
He closed his eyes, as if he had been greatly frightened, then mustered up his courage and looked down again.
Xie Zhiwei lay under him in tattered clothes, with marks all over his body, teeth biting, pinching, sucking, and many other unrecognizable marks. Cyan, purple and red criss-cross, Xie Zhiwei has fair skin and flesh, but at this moment, there are not many good spots to be found. Even under the chin, you can see clear teeth marks.
And Xie Zhiwei's eyes were moist, his lips were red and swollen, he was almost angry. But even so, he still firmly grasped Mu Ku's wrist, and the spiritual power flowed into Mu Ku's body.
Mu Yu was stunned, and murmured: "This...impossible... It's obviously, it's an illusion... Why is it real..." There was still a wet tear on his cheek, as if he was the one who was humiliated of.
Even if Xie Zhiwei wanted to hit him, he couldn't use his strength, not to mention the little presence index left at this time, waiting to be earned back.
— Now that the integrity is gone, everything is gone, at least the sense of existence can be salvaged.
Xie Zhiwei said weakly: "Are you disappointed?"
"No!" Mu Yu categorically denied it, but then he said with shame, "I said I would not force Master, but now..." He lowered his head in shame, and the shameful intercourse between the two was clearly visible in his eyes.
Mu Yu took a breath of cold air, and subconsciously stepped back, but as soon as he moved, Xie Zhiwei let out a "hiss", and the place that wrapped him shrank slightly.
Mu Kuu didn't dare to move immediately, his eyes flicked over the bed and the speckled white spots on Xie Zhiwei's body, the more he looked at it, the more mixed feelings he felt. After a while, he murmured: "Master, this disciple realizes his mistake."
Xie Zhiwei didn't say anything, he just let go of Du Lingli's hand, and fell down under Mu Xi without strength, his whole body was slumped.
Mu Yu bit his lower lip, raised his eyes and saw the Qingping sword laying on the bed, he called it over, and put his hands in front of Xie Zhiwei: "Master, if you want to kill, you will be punished, and this disciple will listen to you!"
Xie Zhiwei opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
This picture... is even weirder.
Just now he was viciously trying to kill someone, but now he apologizes aggrievedly. But, boy, can you change your posture and speak!
Xie Zhiwei turned his head away and said, "You... go out first."
"But Master will be very painful."
"It doesn't matter... I'm used to it."
I have been here for three days, do you still care about this
Only then did Mu Yu draw it out very carefully. During this time, he had been carefully observing Xie Zhiwei's expression. Whenever Xie Zhiwei's eyebrows moved, he quickly paused for a while, and then moved more slowly. Xie Zhiwei didn't like to provoke him, so he could only endure the pain and keep silent, and the two separated after a while.
Mu Yu quickly found a silk cloth and wiped Xie Zhiwei's body.
The two have been seeing each other frankly for the past few days, and Xie Zhiwei lay down on his own and let him wait on him. Fuck it all, what's there to be shy about
While wiping, Mu Ku recalled the "illusion" he saw, knowing that he had gone too far this time. Seeing that Xie Zhiwei's legs were so red and swollen, he felt even more distressed, so he couldn't help rubbing them with his hands.
Xie Zhiwei took a breath, curled up his legs, "What are you doing! Take your hands away!"
Mu Yu immediately retracted his hands as if he had been electrocuted, rubbing the silk cloth with both hands, cramped like a child who has done something wrong.
Seeing him like this, Xie Zhiwei couldn't help suppressing half of his anger, and his tone eased a little, "It will be fine after a while, don't worry about it."
"... Mmm." Mu Yu lowered his head, twisted the silk cloth like a twist, and then spoke after a while, "Master, today this disciple is rebellious...Damn it, but I really didn't mean it, I thought you were an illusion."
"I know." Xie Zhiwei closed his eyes weakly, "Otherwise, he wouldn't just scold and get out."
Mu Yu's eyes lit up: "So, it was really the master who scolded the disciple earlier?"
"Not bad, is it the teacher?"
Mu Yu hurriedly shook his head and said, "It's the disciple who made the mistake first... but the disciple remembers that the master said that he is not Xie Zhiwei, that's why the disciple... Why did the master deny his identity?"
Xie Zhiwei suddenly fell silent.
Mu Yu asked cautiously: "Master?"
After a long time, Xie Zhi sighed slightly: "What do you like about me?"
"I like everything, as long as it is the master, the disciples like it."
Xie Zhiwei said slowly: "Let me ask you, if I'm not some kind of Bixu real person, if I don't have a whole body of cultivation, and I'm not as high-spirited and gentle as the rumors outside, what should you do?"
Mu He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly adjusted his sitting posture, and was in a kneeling posture: "It doesn't matter what kind of person the master is. I just remember that the master accepts the disciples, and the master protects in every possible way in the Taoist sect. If it weren't for the master, the disciples would It won’t be what it is today. What the disciple likes is not the Daoist Bixu, but Xie Zhiwei who is the master of the disciple. Only the disciple knows that the master will get angry, beat people, speak foul language, and even lie to the disciple. But the disciple just likes the master more and more, can't stop..."
Xie Zhiwei was also a little startled, and after a while, he asked: "You said... you like me to be angry and swear, and even lie to you?"
That's not right, what Mu Yuzhuan said one by one, why are all the things he did when he crossed over, and the original owner has nothing to do with it
Mu Yu nodded deeply: "The master can do whatever he wants, but don't leave the disciple... The master is like a fish in water to the disciple, and if he loses it, he will perish. The disciple... can't live without the master in this life."
whatever.
Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but recall his past life.
When he was in glory, outsiders praised him and called his occasional uncontrollable temper as his true temperament. When he was down and down, the wall fell down and everyone pushed him, with a slightly unhappy expression, all the headlines were full of him playing big names. And the popular idol He Zheng, who looks exactly the same as Mu Yu, seized him for an unintentional mistake and took revenge to death, not even caring about his death.
He suddenly realized that among all the people he met, Mu He was indeed different—it had nothing to do with the hero's halo.
Mu Yu lay down beside him, pressed his face tightly to him, and said in a very soft voice, "Master, the situation of this disciple is getting worse and worse. I just saw in the illusion... the master who is like a passer-by in the dream. At that time, I Call him Daoist Xie, but the master can only smile at a distance. Although he is gentle, it seems to be looking at a stranger. That is a fake master, right? The only thing disciples like is the master in front of them."
Xie Zhiwei's fingers curled up slowly.
At the same time, the system announced in his mind: "Because your image surpasses the original owner in this plot, you have become an irreplaceable important existence. Congratulations, you have achieved all five stars."