This is a sentence that Zong Zixiao would never say when he is sober, but now he pours out with his emotions unprepared, just like the sky is about to rain, and the fruit is about to fall to the ground. It is a pure expression of true feelings, without any pretentious.
Because of this, Zong Ziheng's ears felt extremely painful when he heard it. It was as if his heart was carrying a huge weight in an instant, and it was almost crushed.
He kept avoiding thinking about what Zong Zixiao thought of him. What Zong Zixiao did to him, how could he use the word "hate" to explain it? In addition to hatred, there is also a strong dependence and demand. After all, they used to be the closest people in the world, and they both wanted to dig out each other. The shadow of the person who appeared when they were young, they all relied on this thought to support them for ten years.
Zong Zixiao didn't kill him, or it could be said that he cared about the brotherhood, but brothers would not do this kind of thing. Zong Zixiao's love for him already existed when he was young. If everything that happened later, Zong Zixiao would still Say this to him.
In fact, he saw the same twisted love that couldn't be expressed under Zong Zixiao's twisted hatred.
But the relationship between them is hard to get back together, and neither of them can forgive each other, and it is destined to be an unsolvable situation.
Zong Zixiao didn't realize what he said, he just hugged the person in his arms tightly by instinct, intoxicated in the faint fragrance of orchids, licking his lips and calling "Brother", as if he had returned to the best time .
Zong Ziheng lowered his head, looking at the Mozun, who was slightly drunk after drinking, he became a little docile, like a beast that was sleepy after a full meal, temporarily no threat.
After a long time, he stretched out his hand, gently lifted the beard and hair on Zong Zixiao's forehead, and looked at this beautiful figure. It would be great if this person could be so quiet all the time, don't need to open those dark eyes, don't need to open these mean lips, just lie in his arms obediently, be his younger brother——
In the middle of the night, Zong Ziheng was woken up by shaking.
He opened his eyes and looked at Zong Zixiao blankly. The two of them actually fell asleep on the couch in the main hall, and no one dared to disturb them, so they slept until the stars and the moon were in the sky.
"It's snowing, a lot of snow." Zong Zixiao had a slight smile on his lips, "Let's go enjoy the snow." He pulled his elder brother up, and the two of them walked out of the palace holding hands.
Sure enough, heavy snow fell in the mountains, with the staggered peaks as the curtain, chaotic jade and broken jade, one after another, like little ghosts with shimmering lights in the black night sky, falling from the nine days to the mortal world . There is such a heavy snow, but there is no wind, so it looks extraordinarily quiet.
Zong Zixiao hugged his elder brother's waist, and jumped up to the roof of the palace. The two of them sat on the ridge of the eaves, admiring the night snow.
"It's so beautiful." Zong Zixiao sighed, "Did I see such a beautiful snow when I was a child, but I can't remember it."
"I've seen, we come every year." Zong Ziheng looked at the picturesque beauty, but couldn't appreciate it at all. Whenever it snowed, he always remembered that he was exhausted from fighting a group of elders and high-ranking monks to escape from Zong Minghe's men.
That kind of cold, like thousands of needles piercing into the bone marrow, like a knife piercing the flesh, even his soul was trembling and screaming.
Finally, he collapsed in the snow, waiting to die in severe injuries, cold and hunger. But just when he ran out of oil and his lights were dying, he unexpectedly comprehended the eighth heaven of Zong Xuanjian.
Although it was a blessing in disguise, since then, he has become more afraid of the cold, and the vastness of paleness only reminded him of the infinite approach of death.
"I remember that there was a year when the snow was so heavy and the wind was so strong that people could hardly stand upright, so they couldn't enjoy the snow at all, right?"
Zong Ziheng was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help recalling the past: "Yes, that should be the coldest year for Daiming. You were about the same age as Zhongming at that time, and you stepped on the snow until it reached your knees." So many years have passed Well, this is actually the first time, when he thinks of Xue, what he can implicate are good memories.
"Damyo really had that much snow?"
"Well, I only remember that year." Zong Ziheng looked at the distant distance, "You are so small, not only can't walk in the snow, but you are also blown here and there by the wind. I want to hug you, but you don't want to hug me?" Convinced, insist on showing off, Yu Jian show me."
Zong Zixiao chuckled: "Yu Jian? I really want to have a little impression."
"Of course I fell. Fortunately, the snow was thick and the fall didn't hurt." Zong Ziheng smiled, and his eyes became gentle. "You have always been a character who is not to be outdone since childhood." Cheerful, he thought he would never be able to enjoy the snow again in his life, but at this time he remembered many childhood memories related to snow.
"I just don't like losing to anyone." Zong Zixiao paused, and added, "But I can lose to you."
The two couldn't help but look at each other, and suddenly woke up like a dream, and both caught a trace of panic in each other's eyes that it was too late to hide.
Reminiscing about the past together just now was the most peaceful moment since their reunion, and it was so warm that it made one's heart ache.
Just when they were all feeling at a loss, Zong Ziheng sneezed.
Zong Zixiao propped up his leather cloak, covered his eldest brother, and hugged him into his arms: "You are still so afraid of the cold."
"Without spiritual protection, it's naturally cold." Zong Ziheng used a flat tone to suppress the throbbing of his heart. It turns out that thinking of beautiful scenes related to snow can help him fight against the fear of snow, and he even feels that it is not so cold.
"You have me, and I won't let you be cold." Zong Zixiao injected spiritual power into his elder brother, "I remember that you used to be afraid of the cold, and when winter came, you were always wrapped up very thickly."
"Um."
"And after autumn, I only drink hot water. If I drink cold water, you will still blame me."
"It's cold, drinking cold water will hurt your health."
"When it's cold, I like to sleep with you." Zong Zixiao showed a smirk, "I always like to sleep with you."
"..."
Zong Zixiao lowered his head, found his eldest brother's lips, and kissed him lightly.
The four cold lips were warmed up at the same time when they were pasted together, and as the kiss deepened, they were even so hot that they were about to melt.
Zong Zixiao seems to like kissing very much. Sometimes he tosses his elder brother so hard that he can't do it for several days, but he hugs his elder brother and kisses him several times a day. It seems to have become a real, warm intimacy.
Zong Zixiao held his elder brother's hand and rubbed it gently in his arms: "Is it still cold?"
Zong Ziheng shook his head. He knew it shouldn't be, but he didn't resist such warmth. No matter how cold it was, if he hugged him tightly like this, he would warm him up.
When he fell on the Kunlun snowfield, waiting helplessly for death, he wished that someone could hold him and warm his frozen body. He thought about his mother, and Xiao Jiu, but in the end he only thought about Xiao Jiu, because he was the only one who never let him down.
No matter how desperate a person experiences, as long as there is a person who cares about each other in his heart, there will be a fire, a light, and nothing will happen.
But he completely lost that person.
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When Zong Ziheng was pushed down on the couch and was stared deeply at by a pair of pupils full of desire, he knew that tonight must be another endless night.
The charcoal fire in the house was strong and very warm, Zong Ziheng was still grabbing the clothes on his body as if afraid of the cold, but he couldn't prevent them from being torn off by Zong Zixiao.
Zong Zixiao lifted his elder brother's body out of the scattered clothes, and kissed fragmentarily on the white and warm skin, sometimes biting and leaving light tooth marks, or sucking out blue-red marks.
Zong Ziheng instinctively wanted to retreat, but was suppressed by Zong Zixiao with the weight of his entire body. What was squeezed was not only the four lips, but also two fiery chests, and the gradually hardening genitals of the lower body.
Zong Zixiao slightly raised his waist, and used the lump to arch Zong Ziheng's lower abdomen: "Brother, I'm so hard here, do you feel it?"
"Huh..." Zong Ziheng was panting heavily, trying to make up for the air plundered by Zong Zixiao's kiss, he couldn't move, he could only let the big and hard evil root rub against him to react.
Zong Zixiao pushed Zong Ziheng's legs away with his knees, forcing his legs to spread wide, and kneaded his big brother's fat buttocks with his big hands, making him give up the dominance of his body step by step.
Zong Ziheng shook his head, still shrinking into the bed in vain. In the past few months, Zong Zixiao has demanded unrestrainedly from him almost every night, and their bodily fluids have been sprinkled everywhere in the Wuji Palace, as if the only use he has for Zong Zixiao is to be molested over and over again, his The body seemed to no longer belong to him, he could not climb out of the vortex of desire, he was afraid of facing the ugliness of himself when he succumbed to lust.
But Zong Zixiao would not let him go, he just wanted to drag him to fall together.
He had nowhere to hide, and was dragged back by Zong Zixiao's waist. He licked his lips, his pupils stained with desire became even more evil: "If you hide again, I will tie you up."
"No." Zong Ziheng's eyes flashed with horror. He was already frightened by Zong Zixiao's endless tricks, as if playing with his body was a great pleasure.
"If you don't want to be tied up, you have to be obedient." Zong Zixiao lowered his head, bit the tip of his elder brother's nose lightly as if punishing him, and ordered, "Lie down and raise your butt."
"Get out!" Zong Ziheng pushed his head away.
However, Zong Zixiao kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said very tenderly, frightening words: "After being fucked by me for so long, why didn't big brother learn to behave at all?"
Zong Ziheng had already learned enough lessons about what would happen if he resisted. He gritted his teeth, turned around slowly, and lay on his stomach humiliated and bent.
Zong Zixiao squinted his eyes slightly, his elder brother's narrow waist slumped, and his round buttocks slightly poked up, showing an extremely attractive curve. The texture like hills and ridges, like a carefully carved beautiful jade, makes people excited.
Zong Zixiao stretched out his hand, and his fingertips slowly slid down along the raised spine, until it reached the coccyx, and the elder brother's body shivered and trembled along the way. That hand paused, as if intending to prolong the torture, it slowly slipped into the gap between the buttocks, caressing erotically.
Zong Ziheng's skin was hot, and even the roots of his ears were red. His eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelashes were shaking. He couldn't see it, but he felt more clearly what evil was being done by that hand.
The cold grease was sent into the tunnel by the fingertips, and was quickly melted by the heat of the intestinal wall. Zong Zixiao squeezed in more fingers, stirred and opened up the dense meat hole, and the sound of sticky water stains came from the tunnel .
Zong Ziheng's lips were tightly pursed, his jaw line was tense, and his Adam's apple kept rolling, as if he was enduring some unbearable torture. When Zong Zixiao's fingers began to move in and out quickly, he finally shook his waist and hips uncontrollably, trying to avoid such a playing around.
But a strong hand pressed down on his waist.
"Is it uncomfortable? Or is it because elder brother doesn't like fingers, but only likes my baby?" Zong Zixiao flexed his joints, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against that sensitive point, which made Zong Ziheng shudder uncontrollably.
"Hmm... um..." Zong Ziheng bit his lips, afraid of letting out a moan, but the front part of the penis was already standing tall, and there was nowhere to hide it.
Zong Zixiao pulled out his fingers and said with a low smile, "It's wet enough, brother, sit up by yourself."
Zong Ziheng looked tremblingly at Zong Zixiao's soaring giant, not daring to imagine how his body swallowed such things time and time again, his face turned from red to white.
"Come on." Zong Zixiao pulled him over and kissed him affectionately, "I want to see my brother eat my baby by himself."
Zong Ziheng gritted his teeth, stepped onto Zong Zixiao's body, tried his best to spread his legs, held the hard and hot cock with one hand, and sat down slowly under Zong Zixiao's scorching eyes.
As soon as the huge fleshy head pushed into the meat hole, Zongziheng's legs softened. His body trembled uncontrollably, so he could only grab Zongzixiao's shoulder and bite the bullet to swallow the thick and long fleshy blade bit by bit.
"Brother..." The smothered pussy twisted his genitals layer by layer, and the tide of pleasure came, and Zong Zixiao couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.
Zong Ziheng was panting heavily, his legs were so weak that he could hardly support his body.
Zong Zixiao's patience had reached its limit, he thrust his waist and slammed the meat blade deeply into it.
"Ugh..."
Zong Zixiao buried his face in his elder brother's neck, and lightly bit his Adam's apple: "Brother, move, you are biting me too tightly."
Zong Ziheng shook his head unconsciously, and when he shook his limbs slightly, a terrible numbness was induced. His toes curled up helplessly, and he leaned on Zong Zixiao's body, not daring to move.
Zong Zixiao didn't want to wait any longer, he fixed his waist, and pushed up fiercely, the thick penis almost hit the heart of the big brother's acupoint, it couldn't be deeper and heavier.
The pleasure is crazy, grinding and long.
Zong Ziheng was trembling all over from the top, as if the blood in his body was about to be boiled, he did not hesitate to bite the back of his hand to stop himself from making an embarrassing sound.
The eldest brother's black hair hung loose on his porcelain-white chest, and the two nipples on his chest showed delicate pink, which made Zongzi Xiao's eyes turn red, he opened his mouth to hold the small meat ball, and sucked it like a suckling.
Zong Ziheng whimpered in pain, he pushed Zong Zixiao's shoulder in vain, trying to free himself from the torment of lust, but his body seemed to be nailed to the flesh blade, and there was nowhere to escape.
Zong Zixiao stood up, pushed Zong Ziheng down on the couch, stretched his legs as far as possible, and used the most familiar posture to perform the most vicious thrusts.
The already muddy and soft flesh hole was completely opened under the wide open and close fuck, and the friction of the meat path caused a sea of pleasure, and Zong Ziheng finally couldn't help crying out: "Don't... no …slower…ummm…”
Zong Zixiao's scalp tingled with excitement, as if he had been poisoned, and instinctively exchanged faster and heavier manipulations for stronger stimulation.
Zong Ziheng was so dry that his whole body became limp, and his whole body sank in the messy bedding, scattered into a orchid in the wind and rain, trembling and moaning helplessly.
He begged for mercy when his consciousness was lost, but Zong Zixiao never stopped because of it.
Stimulated by the ultimate pleasure, Zong Zixiao blurted out a longing that had been buried in his heart for a long time: "Brother, call me Xiao Jiu."
Zong Ziheng seemed to be poured a basin of cold water, his body froze immediately.
"Call me Xiaojiu." Zong Zixiao thrust twice hard.
"Ah—" Zong Ziheng said hoarsely, "No, no..."
"Call me, Xiao Jiu, and I'll let you go."
"No..." Zong Ziheng shook his head desperately, "You, aren't you..."
How could he hear this name in such a dirty sex thing, no, no, he doesn't want to hear this name.
Zong Ziheng drew out the meat blade, turned his elder brother over, and pushed in fiercely from behind again, hardly giving him a chance to breathe, and pumped hard.
"Ah... don't... no..." Zong Ziheng tightly grasped the quilt with both hands, his joints turned blue and white due to excessive force.
"Call!" Zong Zixiao tremblingly said, "Call me Xiao Jiu, I want to hear it, big brother, call me Xiao Jiu."
"No, you're not..." Zong Ziheng's body was pushed forward continuously, he grabbed the quilt with all his strength, and crawled forward on his knees.
But in the next moment, Zong Zixiao dragged him back by holding his waist, and stabbed him to the end with his thick cock.
Zong Ziheng screamed, and finally cried out: "You are not... not Xiaojiu... woo... don't..."
"Call me Xiaojiu, or I'll fuck you to death!" Zong Zixiao lashed out like a red-eyed demon, as if he couldn't escape the pain of not being able to get out of this pain if he didn't hear the call that he dreamed of. .
So he will not let the people under him be relieved.
Zong Ziheng bit his lips tightly, he was almost fainted by the soaring lust, but the remaining sliver of reason made him still refuse to say that name.
That was the last pure land in his heart.
Before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear Zong Zixiao's hoarse and choked voice pleading in his ear: "Brother, I am Xiao Jiu."