"Snapped!"
Zong Ziheng slapped Zong Zixiao hard on the face. A few red marks appeared on that pale and handsome face, more glaring than the blood on his body.
"You..." Zong Ziheng was trembling with anger, "No matter how absurd you are, how can you disregard human relations..."
"Human relations? You and I are not real brothers, where did the human relations come from?" Zong Zixiao caressed the slapped cheek lightly with his thumb, "Besides, a sinner who killed his father and brother through the ages is also worthy of mentioning 'human relations'?"
Zong Ziheng's face turned red and then turned pale. From Zong Zixiao's arrogant gaze, he could see that this person was serious. The younger brother he brought up with one hand, the little boy who was nestled in his arms and acted like a baby, has now turned into a completely strange, tall and powerful man, who even wants to treat him...
He was never afraid when he heard that the Demon Lord swept across the world of cultivating immortals. He was never afraid when the two of them were dueling to the death. Even when they faced life and death for a moment, he was never afraid.
He was exhausted and covered in wounds, and he still retreated in vain until his back touched the back of the chair carved with dragons and phoenixes—sitting on this throne symbolizing the supreme power, he should be a carnivore and a sword bearer, but The situation was completely reversed, and he became a fish on the chopping board.
Zong Zixiao pulled him back, grabbed his jaw with one hand, and used his eyes to describe this pale and embarrassed, but still handsome face. The longing that had been suppressed for ten years and had nowhere to vent, was now in the chest. Noisy, heart rumbling, he said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, you must not have imagined that when I first learned about that, I secretly vented myself in the middle of the night, and I was thinking of you." When he was young and ignorant, his possessiveness towards this person had already Without trying to hide it, in his mind, the elder brother was the most perfect person in the world, but now people are different, and his joy has turned into hatred, but he still wants to occupy him.
Seeing Zong Ziheng's horrified expression, his mood was even more morbidly joyful: "It's a good thing that your fiancée died early, otherwise I would kill her with my own hands now."
"...Get out!" Zong Ziheng pushed hard, and he put one hand on the hard and thick chest, as if he was fighting against an immobile wall.
Zong Zixiao stared straight at the person below him, let out a soft sigh, as if he was implicitly applauding the treasure that he had worked so hard to obtain, and then he turned the person over roughly, tore up That luxurious dragon robe.
"You bastard, bastard!" Zong Ziheng turned pale with shock, he had never been insulted like this before, and struggled with all his strength. With this movement, the internal and external injuries intensified, blood was dripping everywhere on the golden silk cloud embroidered cushion, which made him even weaker.
Zong Zixiao tore off the jade belt around his waist, and tied his hands to the armrests of the dragon chair. The dragon robe that had been torn in the duel couldn't help being torn by Zong Zixiao, and soon couldn't cover his body.
Zong Ziheng's hands were bound, and he was forced to kneel under Zong Zixiao in disheveled clothes. His black hair was disheveled, his white shoulders were exposed under the tattered clothes, his cheeks were flushed to the base of his ears, and his pair of dark pupils were full of humiliation and fear, like a shivering deer under the fangs of a wild beast.
"Zong Zixiao, let me go!" Zong Ziheng yelled, "Scholar can be killed but not humiliated, if you have the guts, you kill me! You kill me!"
Zong Zixiao turned his face away, admiring the unbearable expression of embarrassment and indignation, and couldn't help showing a cheerful smile: "Brother, why did you become so stupid? I've already said that killing you is cheap for you. I want to let you Life is better than death."
Zong Ziheng's body trembled violently.
"I'll warn you again, don't try to kill yourself, otherwise thousands of people will be buried with Emperor Konghua."
"Zong Zixiao." Zong Ziheng gritted his teeth, "You will regret it."
"What I regret the most is that you were the only one who followed me." Zong Zixiao ruthlessly tore off his obscene pants.
As the cool breeze poured in between his legs, his private parts that had never been seen before were exposed to his younger brother without any cover, and his heart was broken for thousands of miles.
He was ready for death, for every kind of torture, for every kind of humiliation, but not for this. What Zong Zixiao said was true, if he was treated like this by his younger brother who was brought up by himself, his life would definitely be worse than death.
Zong Ziheng poked his neck, his eyes were about to burst, and he was extremely sad and angry: "Zong Zixiao, you bastard!"
Zong Zixiao suddenly grabbed his chin and kissed those lips very roughly.
It shouldn't be called a kiss at all, like a wild beast tearing off the fur of its prey and gnawing on the tender flesh, Zong Zixiao's brute force turned into sharp teeth, biting through the throat of the prey with one bite, leaving the people under him without the ability to resist. His tyrannical possession and plunder. He tasted the soft and cool lips wantonly, and swept every inch of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, as if he was testing the obedience of the prey, and whenever he felt a little struggle, he would suck and bite harder. Zong Ziheng felt more and more difficult to breathe, and his resistance and voice gradually weakened.
In the pursuit and entanglement of the soft flesh on the tip of his tongue, Zong Ziheng tasted the bitterness of the herbal medicine, and he was forced to swallow something.
When the clear air was poured into his mouth again, Zong Ziheng finally lowered his head, his chest heaved vigorously, his lips were red and swollen from being kissed, and his eyes were wet and blurred, and the corners of his eyes were flushed, even though he had been wrinkled all year round The eyebrows no longer express majesty, but appear fragile and helpless, telling the "violence" that just happened together with the messy hair and half-naked body.
Looking at such a big brother, Zong Zixiao's bottom was already about to explode. He licked his lips with endless aftertaste: "This is my first kiss, it's better than I imagined, I like it."
Zong Ziheng couldn't help panting. He hoped that what he had just swallowed was poison, but judging from his body's reaction, it was clearly an excellent elixir, and the painful internal and external injuries were healed in an instant.
"It's good food for you. If you are fucked to death by me, it will be famous through the ages, hahahahaha." Zong Zixiao grabbed the back of Zong Ziheng's head with one hand, and pressed it into the soft cushion, forcing He raised his hips.
"Don't..." Zong Ziheng realized what was about to happen, his body trembled, and he struggled again.
With a "snap", Zong Zixiao slapped his snow-white and slippery buttocks with a palm, "Be honest." Then he rubbed his buttocks with his big hands erotically, his slender fingers sinking deep into the white and tender flesh, clearly wanting to Get tired of people's hands. Zong Zixiao's eyes were bloodshot, and his Adam's apple was sliding rapidly. After ten years of thinking, he finally got what he wanted, and he was unwilling to wait for a second.
Zong Ziheng was so humiliated that he wished he could bump his head to death, his voice almost changed his tone: "Let me go, you bastard, let me go!"
"Let you go?" Zong Zixiao shrugged his waist forward, and pushed the thing that was so hard and painful that the crotch was propped up high between Zong Ziheng's buttocks, and rubbed maliciously, "My baby, day and night They all want to fuck you."
Zong Ziheng couldn't help shrinking his body. He was terrified of the hard thing against him.
Zong Zixiao took off his pants, and a thick and long purple-red giant flaunted out, slapping Zong Ziheng's buttocks repeatedly, jokingly said: "Brother, do you still remember, my first The next morning, I thought I was wetting the bed, and I was ashamed and annoyed, you teased me and said that I 'grew up' to understand." He bent down, pressed his broad chest on the back of Zong Ziheng, and took a light bite Those pink and delicate earlobes, "I'm so 'big', and it's just for you, are you happy?" He looked at Zong Ziheng's high buttocks towards him, and his whole body was shaking with excitement. Trembling, he held on to his murder weapon, opened the buttocks, and pushed forward roughly.
Zong Ziheng cried out in pain. The humiliation reached its peak at this moment, and he seemed to hear the sound of his own soul shattering.
The thick meat blade only pushed into half of the head, but was blocked by the tightly closed acupuncture point, Zong Ziheng trembled in pain, and the torturer felt uncomfortable.
Zong Zixiao let out an irritable "tsk" and took out a jar of ointment: "Sure enough, it's too tight to fit in." He dug a piece, poked his finger into the tight intestine, and maliciously turned his finger to apply it, "Listen! It is said that this thing is used by prostitutes, and if the eldest brother uses him, he will definitely serve me well."
"Don't... stop..." Zong Ziheng kneeled forward in vain, but the depth of the dragon chair was not wide, slightly longer than the half body of an adult, and he was tied to the armrest, there was nowhere to escape.
After the flesh hole softened, Zong Zixiao opened his mouth slightly. Without patience, Zong Zixiao pulled out his fingers and forcefully opened the tender buttocks to both sides. With a straight waist, a meat blade stabbed Zong Ziheng's body hard.
"Ahh—" Zong Ziheng's screams echoed in the empty Zhengji Hall. Every emperor of the Zong family has come here to court, discuss affairs, and receive envoys. For hundreds of years, this Zhengji hall has only carried solemn and solemn voices, but now the emperor Zong is sitting on the supreme dragon chair in the world of cultivating immortals. raped by a man.
Zong Zixiao mercilessly inserted it to the end, he felt that his genitals were hooped by layers of high-heat flesh walls, and with Zong Ziheng's painful contraction, he brought an unexpected feeling. This is the body of the eldest brother, he entered Brother's body! He tried to back out and push in again, but the slight friction brought a shuddering pleasure. It was so comfortable, he had never experienced such a stimulus, it was a huge satisfaction from body to heart!
On the other hand, Zong Ziheng's face had lost all color, bean-sized drops of sweat slid from his forehead, and crystal tears ooze from his lax eyes.
Zong Zixiao grabbed his elder brother's narrow waist and began to twitch. Every time he pulled it out, he felt the intestines shrinking in circles to hold it in. Every time he inserted it, he could feel the layers of flesh wall pushing away and go deeper. Excited by the exploration, he let out a long breath, the pores all over his body stretched out, he couldn't help but fix the person under him, and the thrust became faster and heavier.
So cool, so cool to the extreme! I don't know if it's because this person is Zong Ziheng, or because this body is already in ecstasy, Zong Zixiao felt the thrill of climbing to the top, his scalp and toes began to tingle, white lights flashed in front of his eyes, as if he had been hit by a puppet charm, and he faded away. All human nature is gone, only the animal nature that obeys instinct is left, manipulating the people under him crazily.
"Big Brother... Big Brother..."
His crotch bumped against Zong Ziheng's buttocks, and there were non-stop slapping sounds. He penetrated too deep and too hard, wishing he could push the sack in together, and a charming hole was pierced in that delicate flesh hole. The small red mouth that cannot be closed makes it easier for him to get in and out. He pounded hard, constantly digging out the joy of the world from the depths of this meaty passage.
His hands carelessly stroked and rubbed Zong Ziheng's body. His eldest brother had fair skin, a well-proportioned and slender figure, and a fusion of strength and beauty everywhere, which made him obsessed.
Zong Ziheng didn't say a word, he was so painful that he almost fainted, his body had no strength at all, but what hurt more was not his body, but his heart which was riddled with holes.
Why did he have to bear all this? He just wanted to protect the important people. He didn't poison his second brother to death, he didn't frame Chu Yingruo and Zong Zixiao, he didn't kill Zong Minghe, but all the evils became riding on his neck The ghost in the sky can't get rid of it for life. Even his younger brother, who he wanted to protect wholeheartedly, called him "big brother", but hated him the most and humiliated him the most.
Zong Ziheng's tears soaked the cushion.
This is also Zong Zixiao's first experience in personnel affairs, he was unable to hold on for too long under the ecstasy of pleasure, he bumped hard a few times, and suddenly stopped his violent movements.
Zong Ziheng realized what he was going to do in the muddy state, and was almost dying, crying instinctively: "Don't..."
Zong Zixiao pinched his pelvis with both hands, not allowing him to retreat half an inch, and then the essence gate was opened wide, scorching hot body fluid gushed out, and shot into Zong Ziheng's body without leaking.
Zong Ziheng only felt that waves of heat were being injected into his body, and his dignity was crushed to pieces at this moment.
Zong Zixiao pulled out the filthy genitals, the air was filled with a smell of sensuality, Zong Ziheng collapsed to the side, bloody liquid dripped from his buttocks, matching the wounds on his body, he was in a state of embarrassment, Very weak breathing, as if dead.
Zong Zixiao was panting heavily, and his frenzied brain began to cool down. He looked at his elder brother being thoroughly ravaged inside and out, and his heart felt suffocated. He stretched out his hand, trying to smooth his frowning brows, but Zong Ziheng tilted his head. escaped.
Zong Zixiao's hands clenched into fists, and bullying covered Zong Ziheng's body, looking down at his miserable appearance, the pity in his eyes was replaced by the pleasure of abuse, he smiled lowly: "Brother, it's really good to fuck you It's cool, I couldn't hold it back, I came so fast, I shot a lot, did you feel it, it was all in your stomach." He poked his finger into the pussy that was fucked tightly, and dug out the red The white bodily fluids smeared Zong Ziheng's face.
Zong Ziheng closed his eyes.
"But it's okay, the night is still long, I'm going to fuck until I can't shoot a drop." Zong Zixiao lowered his head and smiled in his ear, "Why don't you dare to open your eyes, open your eyes and see. This is The throne you obtained by any means, this is the price you paid for becoming Emperor Zong at all costs." He grabbed Zong Ziheng's hair and forced him to open his eyes.
Zong Ziheng looked at Zong Zixiao's ferocious eyes, his eyes were ashen and lifeless.
Zongzi Xiao said coldly: "I want you to sit here every day, thinking of how you were fucked by your younger brother like a dog on this throne!"
"You... are not my younger brother." Zong Ziheng made a weak voice, "My Zong Ziheng has no younger brother."
No younger brother, no Xiaojiu, nothing.
Zong Zixiao only felt a sharp pain in his chest. He turned the person over and faced himself: "Really, yes, you have no younger brother for a long time. The younger brother who obeyed your words and believed in you was killed by your own hands." Kill." He raised Zong Ziheng's two long legs, opened them to the sides of his body, opened the muddy meat hole to himself, and raised his meat blade again.
Zong Ziheng finally saw the vicious monster clearly, and also saw Zong Zixiao's broad shoulders and mountain-like muscles. He realized more clearly than ever before that this person is really not Xiao Jiu. Xiao Jiu, who was concerned, was dead, and the one who survived was the Demon Lord, who made the entire immortal cultivator frightened.
The meat blade drove straight in, piercing Zong Ziheng's body again.
He couldn't avoid it, and he witnessed and met all the details of his abuse. His legs were wide open, and he was fucked hard by the man's penis. He watched the purple root in and out of his messy vagina. , his body fluttered like a candle in a torrential rain, and the pure gold dragon chair weighing thousands of catties also swayed and rattled under this fierce invasion,
"Open your eyes and look!" Zong Zixiao roared, "Look at how I was fucked by a man! Isn't it very proud and majestic to look down at the world on this dragon chair? When you sit here in the future, don't forget Now you have legs and I fucked you. Didn’t you do anything for the throne, why is it difficult to sell yourself for glory? Serve me well, and I will let you continue to be the emperor!"
Zong Ziheng was already numb from the pain, and his tear-filled eyes were now completely dry.
The hatred, pain, and longing of the past ten years were all vented by Zong Zixiao at this moment. He fucked his elder brother tirelessly all night. In the joy of revenge and revenge, he couldn't extricate himself.